Sharing the MILF List Ch. 11

In that moment, I realized we were lovers. I raised up and kissed her. Mom returned the kiss with a guileless eagerness that aroused me again. This time I fucked her till she came. I got onto my back and she mounted me, bending down to feed me a breast before beginning the short ride to ecstasy. She came with a shriek and pled for me to finish her on her back. I rolled her to her back and pounded her for a few minutes, finding a steady rhythm that allowed her to come over and over till she spasmed, clinching and bucking under me while she cried out her pleasure, gasping with passion will the climax rampaged. We lay together for a while. When I made to get out of bed, my mother clung to me.

"Don't go, Sonny. It has been so long that I woke with a man in my bed, I just want to wake up with you."

So I spent the night in my mother's bed. Waking up with her, I lay staring at her in the dull morning light. My cock got hard. When her eyes opened, her hand snaked out and found my cock. She lay on her back and I was on my side, my hand under my head looking down on her. When her hand found my hard cock, she smiled and she scooted closer to me, opening her legs. She guided me between her legs and I entered her. She groaned as I fucked into her. I needed to piss and that distracted me but she came almost immediately and the shaking pleasure she communicated to me summoned my orgasm and we both started the day well satisfied.

"I dreamed you were here." She whispered as I came into her. "I dreamed of this. This is better than the dream!"

Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday were much the same. My sisters did not speak to me. They barely acknowledged I was present. Dalia would catch my eye and half smile but then, particularly if Georgia was present, the look would change to stolid, impassive indifference. Tawny treated me just as she always had, with a sort of perky indifference. But she did not speak to me unless she had to. I decided Georgia was the instigator.

Friday afternoon, when I got home I saw Brent's car parked close to the house. Sure enough, when I got into the house, he was balls deep in my mother. I left the house and went back to school. Emotions roared through me. I almost stayed to join them but decided that I needed an invitation. Mom likely would not have cared but if I had been Brent, venturing into his mother's bed the first time, it would have been awkward, at best. At worst it would have scared the starch of me. Rather than risk that I walked out to a bar nearby and ate supper and studied. But when I got home that night, the girls were home, Brent's car was still on the street and when I opened the door to the house, I could hear my mother screaming. I walked into the house and you should have seen my sisters. They looked at me like I had horns, which, I guess in a classic sort of way, I rather did.

Georgia's face got really red and she stalked off.

"What's wrong with her."

Dalia looked me with her cool gray eyes and said, "We thought it was you in there with Mom. What the heck is going on?"

I wondered if they knew that was Brent's car out front. I smirked but had no works.

Dalia smiled back, licking her lips. She did not seem nearly as bothered as Georgia but her casual curiosity had an hard edge to it. I had no explanation in terms they could understand. Brent fucking Mom made sense, in a MILF sort of fashion but in the context of the rest of the week between Mom and I, that all left me confused. Tawny just left the room, going down in the basement.

The house got quiet and a moment later, Brent sauntered down the stairs. Our eyes met but with my sister sitting there, we did not speak. He just nodded, trying to keep a straight face and ambled out the door and drove away. We did not see Mom till the next morning. We were all in the kitchen just hanging out, though I confess I did not talk much. I was terrified someone would ask what I had been up to the last few months and I would tell them. I am bad about that. Under pressure, I break immediately. Mom came down and asked if I could come with her, she wanted to discuss something with me. Dalia rolled her eyes.

I walked behind my mother's rolling ass to her bedroom expecting her to get to her knees and start sucking but she just sat on the bed and patted the space beside her for me to sit down. I did. I figured we would be discussing her tryst with Brent. I was wrong. Again. Still.

"Honey, I need to ask you something. I know you said I was on the MILF list till next year but I was wondering, Annie called and said that Sid has been delayed returning to China. He will be here through Tuesday next, another ten days it turns out and I wondered," she hesitated and the blush flushed her face and the rest of the skin I could see. I was curious to know if her tits blushed to the nipples or not but thought it would be rude to peek down her top to see. The thought was distracting me from the nervous knot in my stomach and the sure knowledge of what caused it. I knew what Mom wanted.

She looked up at me, chewing her bottom lip like a shy school girl. "I was wondering if I might have the next weekend with Sid. Annie asked Sid for me. She said Sid insisted he made a deal and made it clear he would not ask and unless you call and give me to him for the next weekend, he won't touch me." Her eyes turned to me like huge spotlights and for a moment I was blinded. She wanted to go be a condom for the weekend. The desire blazed in her eyes.

"What's Annie going to do? Take pictures?" I asked, saying the first thing that came into my head.

Mom smirked. "I didn't ask about Annie. Should I?"

I thought about pursuing that, it needed pursuing. I thought I should pursue the subject on my mind instead, so I changed the subject. "We are fucking. You don't make any effort to hide it from the girls. Why not?" Well, that was one of the subjects banging around between my ears making my head throb, the big head.

My mother sighed but looked away from me, staring straight ahead. "I told them." She stopped.

"You told them what?" I pressed.

"I told them I had been doing stuff with them for long enough. Now it was your turn till the end of the year or shortly thereafter. I told them after I was done with you, I would expect you would be trying to get into their pants but until then, they should butt out." Mom looked at me.

That surprised me. "Any? I mean, how did they take it?" I felt the pressure behind my chest. I knew I was not making a lot of sense but what choice did I have. "Any?" I said again, no idea what I meant. What was I really asking? Mom advised my sisters that I was going to fuck them? I felt lightheaded, dizzy, intimidated like I just found out I had a project due tomorrow I had completely forgotten!

"Georgia is still upset. I do not think you realize how much she loved being a, yours. She reacts to anything like this with anger when she does not get her way. I don't care. For now, you and I are the only one's doing it in this house. Tawny is fine with it and Dalia," her Mom smiled a private little smile. "Dalia, I think Dalia wants to watch but cannot get up the nerve to ask." Mom looked over at me. "I would let her but if you objected . . . ."

I shrugged. The idea that my sisters knew, I mean KNEW I was having sex with our mother and she was expecting me to fuck them soon or later sort of rattled me now that we were talking about it. I knew it was obvious before then but this, this was different. I finally realized it was Brent pounding her fucked up the neat little picture. I imagined my sisters discovering my MILF list fantasy and that it was not really a fantasy in the too fantastic to imagine, sense. It was real. What would they do if the guys started dropping by to fuck Mom and she welcomed them with open legs? This week the fact that I was sleeping with her and waking up with her was clear. For the first time I considered an ugly possibility. "Ah, will they tell?"

Mom looked at me. "Sonny Duncan! You shit. How dare you suggest that! They are your sisters! Really. Do you think they would make private family business public?"

I shrugged. "They might." But then I shook my head, this was my sisters I was talking about. "No. No, that is ridiculous. They would never, never do that." Then it occurred to me that I was actually late to the party, that is, to the orgy. Who were they to bitch if mommy dearest was fucking the lone cock in the house when they had been spreading their legs for her tongue and fingers since they were eighteen? The thought made me grunt which did nothing to make me feel any better.

Mom nodded. "So long as you fuck them all, I doubt they will ever give us up. But Sonny, you have to fuck them all, now."

He held up my hands like I surrendered. "If the subject comes up . . ."

My mother nodded. "I don't mean, now, now. I mean, well, I told them. January. Two months and change. Georgia may not make it. You may have to do something to cool that woman down." Mom put a hand on my leg and moved it right up my thigh to my lounging cock. "Where were we?"

I still had not asked about the subject, the other subject on my mind. Now I did. "What about Brent?" I asked.

"I don't ask who they are fucking, ugh, such a nasty word. I am saying it all the time now. That is all your doing!" She glanced at me. She smiled. "Well?"

"Well, what, Mom?" She had avoided my question.

"Will you give me to Sid for a weekend?"

"You are an adult, Mom. You fuck whoever you like."

"Is that why you are asking about Brent?"

"No, Mom." I was exasperated. "I am wondering what has happened to my relationship to my sisters. I am fucking our mother . . . "

"Now you are just like the girls, Sonny." She panted my knee. "So? Will you fuck me? And that is the last time I am using that word for you."

I wanted to resist but I didn't. She had been entirely compliant about saying "fuck" for me. Now I supposed it was my turn to give in to her. I spent the morning between my mother's plush legs. First, eating her till she begged for cock. Then I took her on her back, on her side, on her knees, standing in the shower and bent over the sink. We fucked till two in the afternoon, Mom screaming her pleasure. When finally my cock quit responding to her fingers or lips or tits, she laid her head on my shoulder and sighed.

"Mom, about Brent. I don't care if you fuck him till you wobble when you walk but if you do it here, and the girls know, doesn't it screw up our thing a little bit?"

Mom lifted her head, glanced at me like I just told her I was pregnant and then nodded once. "You are right, son. I'll take care of it." She said and went to sleep. I stared down at the top of her head, her black hair spread over my chest. I was nonplussed. I was sure I should have pressed the issue but could not find any nice firm surface to press that would not slip under my hands. I sighed. Suddenly, my mother seemed much more conversant with this life than I was. Somehow, with her forthright attitude about fucking me and my friends, she made me feel inferior, once more her son and despite the fact she got hot when I gave her away to a huge, condom making cock, she seemed to be in control of herself. I never imagined it could be this way. I had always imagined her as a demure woman who not only never said "fuck" but never even thought about it. To find out how utterly wrong that was throbbed in me, daunting me and telling me what a mental klutz I was. I never imagined my mother nude, fucked and asleep on my shoulder. But as I have said often, my imagination is less than one would think.

After a few minutes, I slipped out and started studying again. I was still so far behind I could not do any more pussy diving or I'd end up driving a taxi and my sense of direction is not that good. Nothing wrong with driving a taxi but I'd suck at it. That night I slept in Mom's room and late in the night, she blew me and mounted me but quietly, moaning deep in her heaving chest as she rode me to a violent orgasm. In the morning, I fucked her while she was still asleep, filling her in a few minutes of fervid pumping into her still well-irrigated cunt. Tuesday afternoon, after school, Sammy dropped me off and headed off to see if Annie would fuck him. I think he and Chris both got as much of charge out of fucking Annie with Sid in the house as she did. I walked towards my door when Landon roared up in his car.

I stood and watched him approach. He gestured for me to come over to the curb. "Get in." He said. "We need to talk."

My heart sunk. Even with my active imagination, I could not fathom what was on his mind for sure but 'we need to talk' is almost never good news. Good news needs no preface. When he told me, though, it was so obvious I felt really, really stupid.

We sat in a booth at Score Card, a sports bar we like. "So? What's up?" He had put this off on the phone that Monday I watched him undress Darlene Emerson by the elevator. He had called me while I watched him wait for her and hung up when she arrived.

The waitress, a buxom blond with the self-conscious awareness of her own breasts, which were impressive took our order. I hated going out; not being twenty-one sucked. I ordered a root beer just to be perverse. Staying in was so much better, I could have a beer and no one bitched.

I sat and waited, Landon seemed oblivious to my presence till his malt came. I thought if he had difficulty speaking a malt was a bad choice but that is just me. Finally, after taking a long drag on it, he met my eyes.

"Sonny, I told you I have a problem, right?"

I nodded. "Something about Kyla."

He bowed his head and looked away again. "Christ this is difficult." He said.

I felt my stomach tighten. Too much pussy is an oxymoron and complaining about it, turning any woman away tended to be bad luck; it dried up the supply entirely. Feast or famine. That seemed to be a cosmic law of the universe, never turn down pussy till you are ready to swear off of it forever. "Spit it out, Landon."

"I need out of the MILF list." He said. "I am sorry, I can't do it anymore."

I nodded. I felt the kick in my gut I thought was coming. But strangely, I was calm and despite it all, I was looking for a way to make it right or to make it work. Either one. "I only have to get Laura and Chris ready to go, buddy. That should be easy, easier than the rest of you fucks. Then Kyla and Laura can be airtight. Then we are done. Can't you hang tough till then. I think by the end of the year we should be able to wrap this covey of MILFs up and go back to our boring lives." What a stupid thing to say, but fuck, he started it. I can be as stupid as he can!

Landon smiled but it was sickly smile. "Do you think we can ever go back to the way it was?" He asked.

"Do you want to?" I asked, actually wanting to know.

Landon cocked his head and then shook it. "No. Of course not. I mean fucking the MILFs, what a thing to experience, I mean really!"

Yeah, really, I thought. So what is the deal? I shrugged. "So? What is the fucking problem?"

Landon hunched his shoulders but did not speak.

"Christ, Landon what is the fucking problem? Can't you figure this out? Let me help. Fuck them all. Bad luck to turn a woman down." I felt a little bad about being so coy but only a little. I knew the problem but he had to say it. Landon had to tell me or I would be shadow boxing.

"Okay. Okay." He took a deep breath. "You remember that night at the opera?"

I smirked. "Duh. I'll never forget the night at the opera and I don't mean the Marx brothers movie or the Queen album."

"No. I mean yes, that but I mean do you remember the girl we saw there, the one . . . "

"Darlene Emerson." I nodded. I did not want to make this all difficult for him. I was not sure the other guys would want to go on with the MILF list if Landon quit. But then I had an entirely different thought. Was I really sure they would care? So long as Kyla fucked us and she would, I felt sure of that so long as Landon did not object. But what would happen then? Why was it such a big deal if he quit? Maybe it would just be more pussy for me, well, for the rest of us? I could imagine letting him off. I can be so stupid sometimes. I just did not want to. It was us five and our five mothers, plus a couple extra females just to be generous but still, we all fucked them. I wanted it for aesthetic reasons. Maybe I am stupid. Or maybe I am a twisted sort of romantic.

"I am in love." Landon said, looking like he had just poured pickle juice in his malt and taken a huge swig.

"Hey, that's great!" I responded, shaking off the shock of seeing him so uncomfortable. Oddly, I felt elated. Being in love was a great thing and for Landon Clark to think he was in love, man the world really had shifted. It was funny because this was hardly what I expected. I seemed to have the perfect response close to hand in spite of myself, though. I was properly surprised and enthusiastic about it. "About time you fall in love. I never seen you get your heart busted; it was always the other way around."

"Fuck you, Sonny." Landon said but then smiled a funny, embarrassed smile.

"Thanks but no thanks." Only later would he notice I did not bother to ask who he loved.

"What? I'm suddenly not good enough for you? Fuck you all over again." Landon held up his hands. "Listen, Sonny, I am serious. Darlene, I am so in love with her, I cannot stand it."

"The hooker? That Darlene?" I said, still being coy.

Landon nodded. "Right, from the opera. The one I fucked that night on the promise that we keep quiet and thanks for not saying anything to anyone."

I nodded and waved dismissively. "I fucked your mother. I figure we are about even."

"I fucked your mother and we are absolutely fucking even. The whole MILF list was sort of my idea and here I am about to pull out on you before we complete it. But Sonny, I cannot fuck my Mom and then go out with Darlene."

"She's a hooker, buddy. Wouldn't that sort of balance the scale?" I was being a smart ass but Landon looked at me like I had just pissed in his Cheerios.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I never thought of that!" He said, with a grimace. "I never fucking thought of that!"

I had a feeling this was entirely too easy. But hey, I liked easy, right. "So? What is the big deal? She was fucking some German guy who did not even know English and . . . shit, I wish Brent had been with us. He could have tried out his German on ol' Otto Von whoever."

"Brent's German is fine, Sonny. Focus."

I was, furiously. I was trying to figure out how to get Kyla into the picture. I envisioned her shapely ass and suddenly my cock was hard. Just the thought of ramming her in the ass lit me up! "Okay, focusing." I really shouldn't have. I thought of Darlene in her 'fuck me' get up and that didn't help either, particularly since I was already Kyla-hard. Now I wondered if I was Darlene-hard and I felt guilty; she was my buddy's girl! My cock wilted with guilt. Who should I focus on in this situation? I thought of my own mother and what we did to greet the day and got hard. I was a mess. It was like I was breathing through my cock.

"If I am really serious about this girl, if I am really in love, I can't continue fucking our MILFs can I?" Landon spoke, much more earnest than usual. His casual, princely approach to life was missing.

I squinted at Landon but he did not seem to be paying me any mind. He was serious. It was a real question for him. I could not share its seriousness but then I wasn't the one in love. For all the horizontal bump he had done, it seemed weird for him to suddenly have qualms about taking what was being offered. People are fucking surprising.

"Does she know you are in love with her?"

Landon blushed. Landon fucking Clark blushed red as a beet. "The night we went out, I could not get her out of my mind. She gave me a business card with a special cell number on it. It was supposed to be an answering service. I called it that night, while we were in the hotel and it rang her phone. Or at least she answered. I asked her out and she asked if this was a professional call or a personal one. I said 'Personal' and she said 'good, I am glad'. We went out. It was the Saturday after the Opera, the day after that Friday night. That was why I did not want to stay the extra day.