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Sharing the MILF List PT.01

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Sharing the MILF List PT.01Practicing to make the MILF List AirtightAuthor’s note: It is time to share. This begins the process of sharing the MILF List. The MILF List was made in the previous series, “Making the MILF List”. If you like, you can read that first and this may make that much more sense. The characters are the same and the origins of this story are there. Thanks to everyone who commented on the previous installment. I stayed in bed late Sunday morning. My three sisters banged around and giggled and talked, they woke me but I just rolled over and covered my head. I did not get out of bed till the house was quiet and on a Sunday, that did not mean much. Maybe everyone was downstairs reading the Sunday paper and doing the crossword or whatever they did. I read the sports page, the comics and the editorials. But this morning, I lay on my back with my hands behind my head thinking. Usually thinking got me in trouble but this morning, my mind cleared as I worked through what was happening to me I had fucked seven beautiful women. I had been charged by my friends to open a new frontier, namely the possibility of fucking our mothers and I had done that. I decided to get together with the guys and watch football and play pool and I was going to announce the consummation of the MILF List by yours truly. But considering that moment, I naturally had to consider the next moment, that is, who fucks whom and when. And how? And that gave me considerable pause. So I went on to the other issues, Mrs. Kingston for one. When someone speaks broken English, the delicate balance between polite and confrontational speech could easily get blurred but maybe she did think she could control who and when and how I fucked, not likely. I had classes with International students and doing labs was more an exercise in English speech than Chemistry or physics. At the same time, I think I understood her intention. I had to deal with that and thinking back through the previous day’s events, I determined that things were not all as they appeared. My mind developed an interesting theory which I was going to need to address before evening, before reporting to the guys. Another thing was my own mother. I thought about jumping up as soon as the house was quiet to see if I could have her again. Thinking that way gave me a great woody but it also put a knot in my stomach. I had confronted my own mother like a woman, a sensuous, sexy, wholly fuckable woman. As a woman and as my mother, she still deserved my respect, our respect. But that has always been the problem in the gender scuffles; how do you have sex with someone and then respect them in the morning? I could not know if being married fixed it but that seems to have been conventional civilization’s solution to the problem. We, however, were somewhat off the map, some considerable distance beyond the limits of conventional wisdom in the matters of cock and pussy. Not only was it an issue with my mother but how were we going to introduce the option of mothers fucking sons to the rest of the MILFs on the list, not to mention sharing them among us. The MILFs fucked me but would they cotton to becoming female pin cushions or sex toys. I could only hope!But what about us? Did I have any guarantee the guys would all follow through and do their mothers? I was on a bit of a skinny branch and if the wind came up . . . not knowing how to fly could be a real liability! Funny how easy it is to dodge reality by rolling around in a complex metaphor. Not to put too fine a point on it, getting to airtight was still a stretch. Except for the bout with Brent, the five of us guys did not really have much idea if we could keep wood with each other while we all got naked or for that matter, how to manage doing a single woman’s holes without causing some esoteric sports injury. Could we even live up to such a task? There was certainly some doubt, you know, who goes where, when, in what order and such. We had no experience with community fucking and doing a mother could complicate the scenario beyond my ability to imagine and thus beyond our ability to anticipate the consequences. You only hear about the colossal disasters when it comes to such things; successes are strictly on the QT and rarely make headline news. It was easy to imagine things blowing up but less easy to imagine having things be well blown. I giggled to myself but the reality of the problems I faced did not fade. I lay and pondered this matter in some detail for some time. Finally, it struck me and in a moment, I saw how everything could fit together for me and I hoped, for us. I even knew how to address Mom. (My sisters, now that was another matter but I had no pressure to deal with them immediately so I could let that slide for a while, but not forever.) I had a plan. Brent would be proud of me which gave me the starting point.I jumped up, showered and dressed for the day and called Brent. I asked if we could watch the game that night at his house and shoot some pool. He agreed and said he would contact everyone else. I thought he was being coy till he said his mom said ‘hi’. Then I understood. We agreed to meet about five and shoot some pool and then watch the game. He made a point of saying his mother was going to be out for the evening which fit my plans well. I rang off and went downstairs. As the silence suggested but did not guarantee, my sisters were gone to brunch. Mother sat on the couch reading the paper, dressed only in her pink robe, feet tucked under her, rich black hair pulled together and tied at the nape of her neck, she did look sexy. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and she looked up, over her reading glasses. She took them off and gazed at me, eyes open but unblinking. “Good morning, mom.” I said softly. “Good morning, Sonny.” She responded. She laid down the paper. She licked her lips. I walked the rest of the way into the living room and sat down. “Mom, tell me about you and the girls.” We two always said ‘the girls’ when referring to my sisters, when they were not present. I avoided the inviting silence, the inviting lack of company and the inviting vision of her breasts clearly outlined in the pink robe. I avoided all that and stuck to my plan. Mom’s eyes widened but then she nodded. “Of course. I owe you that.” She talked longer than I anticipated, giving me a lot more information than I thought there was to be had on the subject. More than I knew I had asked for. Mom proceeded to explain her life to me, adult to adult, woman to man . . . which made me hard for a while so, maybe actually, woman to boy.She had loved sex with dad and they had been adventurous. Having c***dren had not altered her body significantly. She was one of the lucky women for whom having c***dren seemed like a simple task and left her body both intact and reactive so that it responded to the work she put into keeping herself sexy but that came later. For her, sex was accentuated by age and sex drive as she emerged from the cloud of anxiety about it which often goes with being young. She began to enjoy sex for the sake of sex. My father benefitted from this but then he was gone. He died in a private plane crash when I was f******n, Georgia was s*******n. Dad’s business and insurance as well as wrongful death benefits associated with the company-owned plane provided well for us. She tried sex for the sake of sex but that proved complicated and she had four complications growing into puberty in her own house—three girls and me. She finally encountered a lothario who moved in with us. He lived with us till we were older, till I was 16. Then, he disappeared and Mom never volunteered the reason. They did not love each other, she told me but it was ‘convenient’ for them both. He was mysterious and remote and intermittently present with lots of travel but he was kind and attractive, voraciously sexual. One day he left and did not return. Mom got a notice to surrender his belongings to officials from the Federal Government and that was that. She did not discuss it. His departure left Mom cold and she shut down. For a while, she cared for us with all the energy she possessed without any sexual involvements. She worked, however, to keep sane and, she said, to demonstrate to her daughters that a woman would function without a man. No easy task for superwoman even with a husband. Earlier, she remained sexual so her daughters would understand sex as something beneficial, to be enjoyed honestly, or that was her rationale. With his departure, she became cold and unresponsive. Her close down scared us all. Then one afternoon she found Georgia with a young woman. The girl had gotten Georgia’s clothes off and was administering a clearly skillful tongue lashing to Georgia’s virgin pussy when mom walked in on them. Georgia was mortified and defensively angry which mom defused by apologizing and leaving. She left the subject alone for some time but the woman, Charm, she called herself, a experienced but delightful twenty-year old to Georgia’s nineteen continued to come around. Unaccountably, mom liked Charm and enjoyed her company. Charm began to discuss her situation in life, her absent parents, distant and cold. The nannies, for she came from a well-off family. Her college experiences and disillusionment with men. Mom listened sympathetically, dismissing the vision of Charm between her daughter’s legs and the fact she was two years older than Georgia at the time. They would talk for a few minutes each time Charm came over. The conversations were casual, comfortable and remained so till at one point Charm laid her hand on mom’s leg and told her with perfect solemnity that Georgia was not lesbian but she seemed open to ‘other options’. Mom stayed motherly right up until Charm kissed her on the lips. Two surprises emptied mom of all thought. One was that this young woman had taken the initiative and kissed her. The other surprise was that she responded to Charm’s lips, that is her body responded while her mind shifted into cool, comfortable neutral, a place her loneliness had contaminated. She thought it gone forever but Charm guided her to it once more.Best therapy ever! I thought to myself. Here my mother blushed and laughed, chuckling at her memory of her reaction. “I just stood there while this slim woman unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra and began to nuzzle and suck my breasts. You cannot imagine what I was feeling. Sexually, she stimulated me. I was horrified at my inability to stop what was happening but also thrilled to be desired by someone like that again. At some point, Charm stopped, kissed me on the lips and told me I should watch them together—she and Georgia, see how a woman making love to another woman looked. See if I thought it was beautiful. I might like to try it, she said with a consciously conniving smile. Then Charm flounced out of the house, leaving me standing there with my tits hanging out and panting like a virgin. I felt like a virgin again but more than anything else I felt passion, I wanted her. I imagined her doing to me what I watched her do to my daughter and in that moment, my whole attitude about sex changed. I wanted it, again, some more. I began to think about the world around me as a sexual place but despite the general change in attitude, I retained a lust for Charm. That took me time to process that but eventually I did.”The rest happened rather organically. Mom returned home early one afternoon to find Charm’s car in the drive. She quietly entered the house and discovered Georgia and Charm having sex as she had hoped but on her bed, her bed! She watched till Charm noticed her peering through the crack in the bedroom door. Charm spoke to Georgia who smiled and waved, in itself a shocking thing but a sign that Charm had been at work discussing her proposal with Georgia. Charm got off the bed, undressed my mother and Charm and Georgia introduced her to lesbian sex. Mom passed over the details, leaving it to my imagination as it were. In truth, she left it for later because I was not likely to forget to ask for those details, repeatedly. Well, by this time I had a fantastic erection. I remembered Charm. Straight black hair, lean with prominent breasts which were the mouthful desired and thick lips she had always coated in a variety of bright red lipstick. She wore lots of eye shadow in a style that put me in mind of the Goth oeuvre but she was not truly Goth at least in style. She would wear fishnet stocking and shiny black high heels or sexy vinyl boots but her attitude was far less intense than a real goth girl. She had style, her own, distinct style. She both looked and acted alluring and inviting. Between the two women, they brought mom to several earthshattering orgasms in about half an hour. While she recovered, they dressed and left, leaving her naked and sated on her bed. A couple days later, Georgia snuck into Mom’s room a bit after midnight and had her again. And again. “I felt like a girl again,” Mom said, “like a virgin investigating sex all over again. I became the woman I had lost when George died. Then Georgia fell in love, with a college guy99/. You would think that would put an end to it but he was respectful and much less sexual than Georgia or Charm for that matter. His respectful repression left poor Georgia frustrated and by frustrated I mean sexually frustrated. She did everything but invite him to sleep over and he seemed unable or unwilling to take the hint and take her as she wished. They would go out on dates and she would come home well after curfew, shower and come to my bed and we would make love. She was always so turned on, so electric, so ravenous. She would communicate that to me and she would plead with me to give her fulfillment, to satisfy the need in her he seemed oblivious to. After a while, it became a new normal with us and I moved her curfew later to allow her late arrivals into my bed. We shared an intimacy at the time but longed for, which I missed from losing your father and she missed as a dream. Then Dalia caught us together and I thought the world would end. She was eighteen and curious.” I remembered that weekend. As the only boy in the house it was an ordeal that swirled around me but did not touch me. At the time, I had no idea what was happening. I was sixteen and though my lurid interest in my sisters was irritating to them, it was neither mature nor threatening any of us. I was vanilla in my curiosity, not even thinking of capturing them naked with a digital camera. It would have been rude and I did like my sisters. I lusted after them in general as females, only trying to get peeks of them in the shower or dressing—which I was wholly successful at doing with all three sisters. I was ‘nice’ which got me ignored much more than noticed. In general, we four were at peace. That weekend Dalia had been furious, screaming and crying. I spent most of the weekend with headphones and a computer game or watching TV in my room and everyone left me alone, glad to be ignored. I remember coming down for more cookies and chips to find Georgia, Dalia and Mom sitting in the living room. They went silent, staring at me as I traipsed through the living room. No one spoke till well after I got what I wanted, their eyes following me till I returned to my room. I felt distinctly unwelcome. By late that night, they were still there. Tawny was at a sleep-over with one of her friends. I remember standing at the top of the stairs trying to hear. I saw Georgia sit beside Dalia and they talked and then they came upstairs. I hid and watched them go into Georgia’s room. Two hours later they came out, mom ordered pizza and everything was fine except Georgia and Dalia held hands for most of the night. Now, thinking back, it is obvious what happened.Mom explained. “Georgia seduced Dalia with my blessing. Georgia was still dating around and coming to my room. Dalia figured that out pretty quick and one night Georgia came home to find Dalia far ahead her. She looked in on us and tiptoed back to her room. Dalia insisted that I ‘do her’ the way I did Georgia and, well, I guess I felt caught and I did. Believe it or not, Sonny, I thought that having sex with my daughters opened them up to me which I thought was better than the repression wars I watched happen between most women and their daughters. I always heard about their romances and their sexual encounters, admittedly after both of us had an orgasm or two but they talked to me and never seemed to lose track of me as their mother. It was precious and I fell into it and refused to ruin it for reasons of conventional wisdom. Tawny was included later, when she developed and started dating after she turned eighteen.” Mom chuckled. “You always thought I was the coolest mom to let you do all the things you did. Parties and trips and all that stuff when I was simply getting the house prick out of the way so the pussies could play.” I was hard and embarrassed at the same time which is difficult for me. Mom sobered. “I have to admit, I thought of including you often, particularly after you were eighteen, after you got laid the first time. You were so cute and so heartbroken when nothing came of it. I left you to your buddies because I genuinely feared if I tried to comfort you, I would go much, much too far with you.” She looked over at me. “I have wanted you for so long. The girls were always chiding me for mooning over you, hissing that you were going to figure us out and demand your opportunity which, I have to say, not one of us would have resisted for long. One of the most endearing things about you, Sonny is that you are incredibly attractive to the opposite sex and utterly oblivious. You have your father’s charm and when I look at you, I feel what I felt for him. I have known for a long time that if you ever tried to seduce me I would be helpless. I was right. I am.”I understood, miffed but I understood. How I could have ignored perfectly good pussy laying around left me a both nonplused and embarrassed. I thought I understood or at least I understood enough. “So? What do we do now?” I asked. My mother shrugged. “Fuck when we can I suppose.” Her eyes glinted. “Like now. The girls are gone.” She grinned impishly. God but I was tempted! But I had other fish to fry. “Is that what you are thinking? You will just fit me into the rotation? How long before the girls figure out that we are fucking, then what? Hell, Georgia already knows and I am surprised she had not made a fuss.”Mom shrugged and nodded. “I told her not to. We agreed we had to be careful and let things develop naturally. I told her that if you wanted her and she wanted you, then fine. But what happened does not give any of us the right to demand sex. I simply cannot be that way and none of us want it that way. The best sex is to be shared . . . except . . . ” she trailed off. I nodded, relieved and gratified but fully aware that Mom was still being Mom. It was time to determine if she wanted to stay ‘Mom’ or if she wanted to become a woman and only a woman to me, perhaps to us all. “Mom, listen to me, I am going to tell you my story now.” I proceeded to lay out the progression of the MILF List and the making of it. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as I related our determination to fuck our mothers. She already knew I had fucked three of her friends and when I told her about Mrs. Honeywell, she merely nodded like it made sense. “I wish I had been able to see that, Sonny. Any of them. Watching you and Laura together and Georgia then Annie. . . my gosh I never imagined that watching someone you knew and cared about having sex could be so erotic.” She actually sighed. I took this comment to be a good sign so determined to take the plunge. I had not mentioned airtight to her yet but it seemed reasonable to give it all to her. It fit in with my vision of how to share the MILF list. “Mom, can I ask you a question?” “Of course. If this conversation is not the most difficult a mother and son can have, I am not sure what would be. So, go ahead. What is it?””What is your deepest sexual desire?”Mom looked thunderstruck, as I had hoped. Not shocked but dumbstruck, startled not so much by the question, I think as by the fact that she had not given her ultimate sexual fantasy much or proper thought before, perhaps none and here I was asking it of her. “I, well, I . . . ” She blushed deeply. “I had been with a woman in college, a very beautiful girl who I was infatuated with. When we were done, she asked if I would do it with her while her boyfriend watched. I never got the chance but I always got breathless when I saw her and thought of sucking her pussy while her handsome boyfriend fucked me. And then you did exactly that while I ate Annie. I was so turned on I could have fucked all night.” She shrugged. “I guess my fantasies are more limited.” I shook my head. “Not fantasies, Mom, I am talking about sexual experiences you would have if you had the chance.””You mean like taking it up the ass?””If that would turn you on, yes.” “Or having two men at once?”I was doing a happy dance deep inside beyond the light of day. I was right. It is good to be right once in a while. “If that is what you wanted. I told you about the MILF list, how do you feel about the idea of fucking all my friends?”The look on her face was comical. “Oh. MILF, mother I’d like to fuck. You mean I am a MILF?”I shook my head. Some people are just priceless! I guessed ‘oblivious’ ran in the family. “Yes, mom, you are definitely a MILF! And we all want to have you.”She turned into a mom in the most amazing way, in that moment, with her next comment. “Well, honey, how would you feel if I fucked your friends?”I almost laughed out loud. What a fucking question! “Mom, listen to me. We all want you. But I know and you know that having people just fucking all over the place is never going to work. But then again, I bet Brent is right this minute working on a spreadsheet with dates and combinations so he can get us all scheduled to fuck with a menu of positions to work from. That feels off to me too. I am interested in us, me and the guys offering you and the other MILFs on our list the chance to fulfill your sexual dreams and desires. In return, you all help us with ours. I know that makes sense in my head but I do not know how to make it work” I gestured with a hand “out here, out there in the world where real people breathe and fuck.”My mother smiled and nodded. “You mean where real MILFs breathe and fuck.” She sobered. “I learned something from my daughters. Let me show you what I learned.” She stood up and untied her robe and let it slip down her shoulders. Her bare breasts came into view. She walked over to me and knelt between my legs. My flagging cock went from half-mast to full attention by the time her hands reached my belt buckle. Mom opened my pants. She was not delicate or careful, she pulled my pants off my butt and down my thighs with a violent jerk. She grasped my cock and kissed the end of it. She looked up at me. “I learned you just let things happen. Do not try to arrange everything, do what you know how to do and take what happens. The only requirement I would ask of you and your friends is this, if things go wrong, stand still, stand up and take responsibility for what you do. Beyond that . . . ” she gave an expressive shrug which caused her tits to ripple and flow. Before I was done studying their sensuous motion, she bent over my hard cock and took it into her mouth. She sucked me hard into her mouth and then pressed the head deep into her throat. She blew through her nose and then swallowed, sucking hard as she did so. My orgasm arrived so suddenly I was surprised and of everyone, you’d think I would know what the hell was going on. My body spasmed and I did not even get my hands on her head or shoulders or tits or nothing. I had opened my legs to her approach and my hands were planted on the couch beside me and when I came, I simply erupted with nearly no warning. Mom gagged for a second, swallowed and then sucked at me which heightened the intensity of the blitzing orgasm. My head pitched back onto the back of the couch and my hips humped up. Mom looped an arm around my waist and held on. She sucked and swallowed till my cock quit producing and my hips quit lurching. She sucked and slurped as she lifted her mouth off my cock. She sat back and licked her lips. “I love sucking your cock, Sonny. But I have to tell you, thinking about sucking everyone’s cock, about having them all take me . . . my god, it seems so erotic and exciting. I can barely believe it could happen but I know it can.”With my mother sitting nearly naked between my knees, my cock still hard but slick with her ministrations, it seems like my mind would have been completely blank, or that I would have been pushing her onto her back and mounting her. But nooooo! I was thinking about Annie Kingston. And about my mother trying to breathe while airtight. “Do you know the term ‘airtight’?” I wheezed. I sounded like I had been gulping helium. I cleared my throat and repeated the question with a more masculine tone. “Airtight?” Mom said, cocking her head and rolling her eyes. “You mean like a submarine?” Then she slapped my bare thigh. “What do you think I am, a blushing virgin? Mouth, ass and pussy and a cock for each . . . ohhhhh!” She blinked her eyes several times. “Ohhhhhhhh!” She said again. Her eyes became wide and she stared at me but I was pretty sure she was not seeing me. “Airtight.” She sighed. “Now there is a fantasy I never had but I think I am going to have it now.” She shook her head. “Yes, I know what airtight means, why do you ask?” Her voice was honey sweet. She actually batted her eyelashes at me. “When we made the MILF list, the objective was to make our mothers airtight. Each of us would fuck you all and then we’d fuck you together.” I was still panting from the lightning strike on my cock but I felt like I was making sense. Mom nodded. “That is worth discussing.” She took hold of my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Take me to bed.”I did something then which must qualify me for sainthood in some religion or a medal of honor, perhaps a mental disorder or as Landon would likely say, a good sound whack on the back of the head. I said no. Not out loud, of course but I had my sights set on the issues I could and would settle and if I got mom on her back, I would get nothing done that day except doing her. This may be why sex is the subject of so many social restrictions. The civilizations which did not bother with such restrictions fucked instead of working the fields during planting season and starved to death soon after they discovered fire. Only repression allowed civilization to develop. I hate that thought. I bent over and kissed mom, caressing her bare breasts. I sat up. I thought of the girls and realized that mom must know they were due to be back soon. My breath caught, she wanted them to find us in bed, with me balls deep between her legs. The conniving . . . I thought and almost grinned at the thought but I had to stick to the urgent things and deal with mom and the girls later. I hoped they would wait. “I have one more question.” I stared at her tits, ignoring the savage disappointment in her eyes. Mom shook her head and tried to get her eyes to focus. “What about Mrs. Kingston? What should I do about her? She could fuck us all up!”Mom finally succeeded in focusing. She stood up and picked up her robe and put it on. She sat down in the lounger. “Annie? I would not worry about her but she does have a tendency to talk too much. But maybe it just seems that way. She knows things that she has never told.””Oh?” I was interested, but more curious.”People confide in her. Alissa, Kyla and Sasha, they all have told her about their . . . oh, dear!”I chuckled. “No worries, mom. Their sons know a lot about them too and, believe it or not, sons talk. Well, beer talks but, same thing. Why do you think we thought our mothers would fuck us? Except you, you we did not know about.””Oh. Oh!” Mom said with a quirky laugh. “You do need to get her to quit the threats though. I know things about . . . oh, listen. You asked about sexual fantasies, Annie told . . . someone, but I do not remember who, that she dreamed about being tied up. But not just any way, with scarves, long gauzy scarves from her wrists to her shoulders, tied behind her, wrapped around her arms and then fucked hard, with her hands between her ass and the man fucking her.””That is a lot of detail.” I said but it was the right detail and suddenly my schedule for the day crystalized. I stood, pulled up my pants. “I have to go.” I said, distracted by the vision of Anne Kingston bound and bent over a counter. I liked the picture. “Wait a minute,” Mom said softly. “I remember telling you something, that night. You know, when I had been drinking wine?”I nodded, oh yes, I remembered!”I think I might have said something wrong.””Oh?” I stopped and waited for her to go on, interested. “I said something about Laura saying you wanted to, to, to surprise her in her bed and tie her up and, and, and . . . ” My mother was getting shy. “Oh the hell with it. I said she told me that you wanted to sneak into her house and fuck her, **** her, tie her up and **** her. I misspoke.”My breath caught. I had thought about that little clause several times and kept it in a closet, waiting for the time to take it out and consider Mrs. Wills in relation to that. “And?” I prompted, now glad I had closeted that particular idea till now. “Well, I changed it to Laura telling me she wanted you to do that. That was not right either, not really. I remember now. It was Mrs. Kingston, she was the one who told me that she saw you with your hands on Laura’s ass and she was jealous. She told me she wanted you to sneak into her house and fuck her, take her like you were taking Laura. That is why I had Laura invite her over that day, because I thought . . . I thought you might like to have us all. And she, well she needed an excuse to keep her mouth shut. I do not know why she said all those things. She tries so hard sometimes to fit in, she misses the subtleties of what is happening. Don’t be too hard on her!”I nodded. “Laura is a submissive. She wants to be treated like a servant or . . . a slave, a naked, blond slave who is given to anyone to service. She talks about that all the time.” Mom blushed. “Annie is not the only one people confide in and I should not have told you that.””No worries, mom. We want to know secret fantasies like that so we can give you MILFs what you desire the most.””You mean, besides six feet of cock?”I laughed, went to her, kissed her lightly bahis firmaları on the lips while caressing her breast and left. I would be just hard enough for her, I thought. I left my mother sitting there, likely unfulfilled and drove over to the Wills neighborhood. I parked away from the Wills and Kingston houses. I sat thinking about how best to proceed. My phone rang. It was Brent. “You on for pool and football tonight? Five, at my house?” “Sure. Brent, could you make sure the drive is clear for me. I may be a little late and I have something to bring in and I don’t want to go very far.” “Sure. No problem. This ought to be fun.” I agreed and he hung up.I wondered if he remembered that it was my idea? I chuckled. I called Laura. I told her I was coming over to her house, then remembered to ask if Chris was there. He was gone till late she said, at an audition. I left the car parked near the little neighborhood park and walked to the alley in the back of the Wills’ house. I slipped in the back gate and walked up to the back of the house. I could see Laura through the patio doors. She stood by the dining table, she watched me walk across the lawn. Her eyes were wide and she kept wringing her hands. She looked scared. I slid the patio door open and stepped inside.”Mrs. Kingston will . . . “I interrupted her. “Call Annie and tell her I am here. I am going up to your room.” I knew what I was looking for: Scarves. I had seen Laura wearing them several times, several of them and I had one in particular in mind. I got to her room and opened the door to her closet. It smelled close but with the hint of her perfume. I noticed that the closet only held her clothes, no men’s clothes, no husband’s clothes. I began to search through her clothing. I saw what I wanted but I stalled, wondering if she would follow me there. She did.Laura stood at the door of the closet watching me leaf through her closet, looking at outfits, running my hands over her clothing, stroking the fabric. She hugged the door post, biting a lip. I found the scarf I wanted, a broad coarse-weave but soft linen scarf of green and blue. I took it down and pulled a dark scarlet and black one of the same material out of the shelf. I d****d them over my arm. We both jumped when the door downstairs rattled open and then clanked shut. Laura did not hesitate but disappeared down to greet Mrs. Kingston. I would follow with my own greeting.I lingered for a few moments, insuring that these two would serve my purpose. I tied one around my thigh; it did not bunch up or slip. I nodded. I folded both scarves up, one in each hand. I heard Annie’s shrill voice downstairs, peppered with ‘fuck me’ and ‘right now.’ I smiled grimly. Time to turn the tables. I descended the stairs and the two women fell silent before I appeared, when they heard me on the spiral staircase that uncoiled from above into the front foyer of Mrs. Wills’ house, just to one side of the entrance, the grand entrance. I found them standing in the living room. They were facing each other; Mrs. Will in her straight yellow skirt and white blouse, Mrs. Kingston in a longer flowing black and green print skirt and a translucent black blouse. They both watched me approach. Mrs. Kingston’s eyes never left me, her hair was coifed and curled. She wore rouge on her cheeks and lipstick with light blue eye shadow. She looked adorable. Her blouse was see-through and I could see the lines of the minimal black bra. She wore high, high heels, woven around her feet and ankles similar to Greek sandals. Slowly I extended both hands and holding the end of a scarf in each, I let them tumble free. Mrs. Kingston’s face flexed through several expressions before settling on an open-mouth gaze of hunger. Laura looked confused. I looked over at her.”Laura, do you have headphones you can use?”Mrs. Wills nodded mutely.”Go to your room, shut the door and put on the ear phones. We will be gone pretty soon.” I glanced at the clock; three thirty. That gave me about 2 hours, just right!She moved past me. Before she got to the foot of the stairs I said to Mrs. Kingston, “Take off your blouse and bra.” Annie gasped and licked her lips. I heard Laura’s slow steps, her slow listening steps on the stairs, snicking on the carpet. “You mother.” Annie whispered. “She told?” I nodded, slowly. Annie’s expression did not change. Her face had a set, studious expression. She began to unbutton her blouse. Each button seemed to give her trouble, but then her hands were trembling. She began at the top. I kept the scarves dangling before her hungry eyes till my arms got tired. Then, I folded them both over my forearm and moved to stand before Annie. Her blouse was open, showing her bra-induced cleavage and her golden-tan skin. The flimsy bra bumped with her nipples. Slowly she pulled the tucked tails of the blouse from her skirt. With the least movement, she pulled the edges of her blouse off each shoulder, shrugged it off and let her arms straighten to her sides. The blouse drifted down her body and dropped to the floor of the living room, a black puddle of seductive clothe on the blond carpet. She stood looking at me. Her hair was pinned to one side with a turquoise-colored hair clasp, she was very fetching. She watched as I folded both scarves over my right hand, eyes on them, watching the motion like a gold digger would watch a jeweler handling her diamond ring. When my hands stopped moving her eyes jerked up to mine and then she reached behind and released her spare bra. The cups released her breasts and again she let her arms fall straight down. The bra tangled at her elbows and she shook it loose, letting it drop to the floor as well. Her breasts stood out on her chest, small mouthfuls of alluring flesh, tipped by erect brown nipples. Staring at her naked torso I wanted her intensely. I breathed deeply and she smiled, a small, private smile, just barely showing her teeth. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch and its tent there. “Annie, turn around.” She moved gracefully at my command, all sign of the bitch was gone, subsumed by the trembling which raced through her body from side to side, a tremor of passion, the only sign of excitement I needed to have confidence that my mother had remembered correctly in the end. “Annie, put your hands behind you.” She did. Her shoulders quivered. She was panting. I looped the scarlet sash over my neck and pulled her wrists together. I put a simple half-hitch in the blue one, tightening it around one wrist and then another with two loops on the other. I made a quick figure eight to tighten them together. I leaned down and kissed her neck, moving her frizzy hair aside. “Oh yes.” She hissed. “Annie, my mother told me two things about you.” I spread out the scarf and then wrapped the wide cloth around her forearms. “Is that too tight, Annie?””No sir.” She whispered. I wrapped it again around her elbows and pulled them together. She was incredibly flexible and I felt no strain in her limbs. “Ohhhhh.” She sighed. It pulled her shoulders back a little, arching her back and proffering her breasts like temptations. I tucked the scarf so it would not loosen. With both hands I swept her hair away from the right side of her neck, baring her little ear. I kissed it and she moaned. I licked it and she shuddered. I sucked it and she groaned, her hands twinkling at my crotch and legs. “Mrs. Kingston, I know what you want. I will give that too you but you must do something for me, too.” Annie grunted, her head lolling to the side. I looked down her chest at her breasts; the nipples were perked and turgid. I felt the tightness of excitement in my chest, the certainty that my understanding of this woman and thus my use of this woman was going to provide us all with incredible pleasure. We would use her and she would suffer intense ecstasy. “Annie?””Yes, Sonny?” “I am going to bind your arms together. Is that what you want.””Oh yes, Sonny.” The words tumbled out like she was out of breath.”Then, Annie, I am going to take off your panties.” “Oh yes, Sonny.””Then what do you want me to do?””Fuck me, Sonny! I beg of you, please fuck me!”I moved around in front of her. She straightened, lifting her chin to gaze up at me. I bent over her, moving my lips close to her mouth where my breath puffed onto her skin. “Annie, my mother said you wanted to be ****d, taken in the night by surprise. Is that correct?” I felt her powerful inhalation. I moved my eyes from her open red lips to her eyes, they were wide and darting back and forth. She sighed then and tried to nod which pressed her lips against mine. I kissed her gently then moved back. “Annie, is that right?””Yes, Sonny. I told your mother . . . I said I dreamed of being fucked in my bed in night. Waking to the dark of my eyes and being tied to the bed. I dream of feeling hands tear night gown off body and lips on my nipples, biting me hard! Yes, Sonny, I wanting to be taken in the night.””And what are you willing to do for me to earn that? I can do that for you, you know that right?”She nodded and I was far enough away that we did not touch. Her lips worked and she licked them, her tongue darting out and touching them, smearing the lipstick more. “Anything, Sonny. I dream of this so long, I know it is wrong, bad of me but oh it makes me so excited, just thinking about waking up tied to my bed and having my legs over man’s shoulders when he enter my nest.” She actually sighed, bowing her head the merest bit. I nodded. “If you do what I want you to do today, I will give you that, perhaps many times, with many different men.”Her eyes widened then and her nostrils flared. Her mouth opened but she did not speak. “Ask me to bind your arms.” I said. “Bind me. Wrap my arms, please.” Annie repeated without hesitation, managing to pant around the words. I moved behind her and did as she asked. I used the last of the blue and green sash to bind her elbows together, snug and safely secure. I pulled the black and scarlet from my neck and tied one end around her upper left arm, tucked under her arm, up against her shoulder. She bowed her head. I moved her hair to the front, off her shoulders and back. I loved the feel of her frizzy hair on my hands. I ran the scarf under her other shoulder and cinched it into her upper arm and then pulled her shoulders back, tightening the hold on her upper arms. Her shoulders flexed and her back arched further. I pulled harder till her upper arms neared each other, her body impossibly flexed. I released the tension just a little and looped it through her right arm and tied it. With the remaining fabric, I wrapped her upper arms. When I moved around in front of her, Annie lifted her head. Her lips appeared swollen, pursed and seemed redder somehow. Her eyes were smoky, her body wavered a little, swaying with drunken anticipation. I put a hand on the back of her head and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue slashed at me, spearing into my mouth. She moaned as I kissed her. I withdrew from her lips. The hunger in her eyes flamed. She bowed forward, moving her lips after mine as though to maintain the kiss, following me. Her shoulders were flexed back which extended her breasts, projecting them forward. They were round cups of passion and I bent to drink from them, sucking at each in turn while Annie groaned. I licked her nipples and sucked each breast hard into my mouth. Annie gave a gasp and a grunt. I moved my face up before her, placing my hands on her hips. They lurched under my touch, jerking forward once before stilling. “Annie, I am going to give you to my friends tonight. We are going to fuck you, all of us, over and over. I will tell them if they ever want you, they can go to your house and take you. You are going to become a slut for us. That is what I want. If you ask me to take off your panties, if I remove your panties and you are wet when I touch your pussy, you will become ours to do with as we wish. For my part, I will promise that at least once and likely often, you will be ****d in your own bed in the middle of the night.”Mrs. Kingston gulped then and licked her lips. “Sonny.” She stopped. “Sonny, take off panties, please.” Her eyes were shining, now drawn into tense slits which appeared nearly feline. “Mrs. Kingston, you must agree to let me know when Sid is home. You call when he goes out of town and when he returns. You let me know which nights your house will be empty and you will leave the back door open when you are available.””Will Sonny.” Mrs. Kingston whispered. I dropped to my knees and ran my hands up her stocking-clad legs. Her skin seemed to ripple beneath my hands under the black hose. I ran my hand up under her dress and found the tops of the stockings, the garter clips on top of her panties. I dropped her dress and went to the kitchen. I got a razor sharp knife from the kitchen. I walked back into the living room. Annie’s eyes fairly bulged when they saw the knife. “Sorry about the panties, Annie but I am not taking the garters loose to get them off.” Her stricken face relaxed, the moment of terror lingering as an erratic tremor running through her body. I sat once more and lifted her dress with one hand. Her lean legs came into view, the tops of the stocking. I was amused, the garters were pink, the belt was pink with black frills. Her panties were strings and swaths of clothe which with several quick jerks of the knife, I removed. I took the knife back to the kitchen. I returned to the living room. “Annie, turn around and bend over.”She did.I opened my pants and released my hard cock. I pulled her dress up over her hips and crouched, bending the end of my cock down to the shallow cleft of her ass. I moved lower, feeling with one hand till I felt the lips of her pussy awash with her arousal. “You are wet, Annie. When my cock enters you, you are ours, do you understand?””Yes, Sonny.” She mewed. “Please put cock inside Annie.” I did as she asked, it was, after all, a very good idea. I slid about half a cock length into her before she tightened and progress halted. I pulled out and dropped her dress. I pulled her upright. She turned around, her eyes mystified. “Come with me.” I said, not meaning what I said exactly. I pulled her to the front door. I had a logistical problem. I needed to run get the car but Annie could neither open the door nor close it. The key to such situations is improvisation. I ran up the stairs to Laura’s room. She was lying on her bed, her dress was gone and her legs were wide. She was furiously rubbing her pussy with one hand and navigating a vibrator around and inside her pussy. She stopped when I opened the door, pulling ear buds from her ears. “Laura, I need your help.”The look on her face flashed first fright then lust. She rolled off the bed and knelt before me. She opened my pants and I let her. Downstairs, Annie waited, topless and bound. Laura took out my damp cock and sucked me into her mouth. After she pulled me into her throat several times, I tapped her on the head. “Laura, come down stairs with me.” She nodded, rose, picked up a robe and followed me downstairs. Annie was not at the door where I left her. We rounded the last curve of the stairs and I saw Annie, she had moved away from the entryway window to the door way of the kitchen. “Oh!” Laura said behind me. I glanced behind me. Mrs. Wills was staring at Annie who stood with her bound arms behind her and her chest thrust out, making her breasts prominent and lurid. Her wild, curly hair and makeup made her seem otherworldly. She did not speak.”Laura, I need to go get my car. As soon as I am in the driveway, I will honk. You open the door and push Annie out and close it behind her. Is that okay?””What are you going to do to her?” Mrs. Wills asked, her voice quivered. “I am going to give her to my friends and we are going to fuck her. Is your husband going to be in town tonight or tomorrow?””He’s gone.”I nodded. “Okay.” I am such a tease. I stood still for a moment looking at Laura as she stared at Annie. “Kiss her.” I said. Laura pulled her eyes to me, wide, aroused. Then she nodded mutely. My mother was right. Laura walked to Annie and kissed the bound woman on the lips, gently, then more passionately. She moved next to each breast and sucked on Annie’s tits. The oriental woman keened with the attention, trembling. I pulled Laura back. “Push her out the door when I drive up.” Laura nodded then took hold of Annie’s bare shoulders and kissed her on the lips again. She dropped a hand under Annie’s skirt and they both squeaked when the hand touch Annie’s bare pussy.I ran to the car and was in front of the house in minutes. I honked and leaned over and opened the door. I was driving my mother’s car and it had plush, crushed velvet seats with no divider. I pushed the door open and a moment later, Annie appeared, topless and bound and crawled awkwardly into the car, laying down on the seat and facing the back. I leaned over her and pulled the door closed. Out of pure lust, I fitted my lips onto her nearest nipple and sucked and sucked hard. Annie yelped. She was trembling and panting, her breasts were slick with Laura’s attention. I put on my seat belt, this was no time to get stopped. I pulled Annie’s head into my lap and she relaxed, panting and blowing through her nose. As I drove, I stroked her bare back, running my fingers over her smooth, flawless skin. All the way to Brent’s house, I muttered things like, ‘You are going to fucked soon, Annie.’ And ‘I have lots of cock for you, Annie!’ She shifted and pressed her face into my crotch, kissing at my hard cock through my pants. I arrived at the Rossini house and parked. I realized as I turned off the car that we were blocking Mrs. Rossini’s access to the drive which if what I had in mind worked out, would be a good thing. Usually when we forgot and did that she would phone in and ask us to come move a car or two. “Annie, I have some things to deal with. You lay here. You should be warm enough.” I pulled a blanket mom kept in the back seat over the back. “In case you get cold. Stay here. I will come get you when we are ready.” I leaned over and kissed the skin over her side, above the waist band of her skirt. I got out of the car and let myself into Brent’s house. I scouted the area to make sure it was empty. I could hear the TV downstairs. I went down. They were playing pool, two on two. I could hear them japing at each other as I descended the stairs. The stairs ended in the gloom at one end of the basement with the family area and bar at the other end. Around the corner from the door was a half-wall bookcase where you could see half of the pool table the bar beyond it and the couch but not the TV which was in the far corner. I sauntered into the room. “Hey guys!” I said brightly. Everyone greeted me. I got a beer and stood around watching Chris and Sammy take on Brent and Landon. I was the only one without a pool table so they were the best players but since they all had tables, I had gotten pretty good over the years. Oddly or predictably, my heart hammered in my chest while they finished the game. Chris and Sammy won. “Who’s up?” Brent asked holding out his cue.”I’m up.” I said and took his cue. But then I tossed it on the table and everyone stopped talking and stared at me. “Time to talk.” I said softly. I went and leaned on the bar. It was not a classic bar but a low bar designed to lean or sit on with a cushioned front edge. As I hoisted myself up onto it I thought about Annie d****d over it, being fucked from behind. “You all should sit down.” I said. The hush thickened in the damp air of the trimmed basement. I waited till everyone had a seat. They knew what was coming so I just said it. “It’s done.” I spoke the words like it was a dire pronouncement. The reaction was muted. I am not sure what I expected so I did not feel disappointed. I pointed at Brent. “I fucked your mother.” I pointed at Chris. “And I fucked your mother.” Then Sammy, “And your mother,” and finally at Landon, “and I fucked your mother. And yes, I fucked my mother. So now we know our MILFs will all fuck. I know they all fuck.”I waited. The guys looked around at each other. Sammy was about to pop trying to keep from grinning. Chris looked scared, Brent was blasé because the news was not so surprising to him. I started with him so his reaction would be the model. Landon just stared at some indefinable, distant point. “I don’t know about you guys, but I think that deserves a toast!” Brent said. “To Sonny!” Everyone hoisted a pint—a bottle really but I like that expression, ‘a pint’. I could not help it, I grinned. I was proud. I had fucked the mothers of my friends and they were toasting me! It is a beautiful world. We all clicked the necks of our beer bottles. Yes, we were not of age but we were old enough to die for our country, a cold brew is simply not unreasonable. A culture that thinks we are old enough to hold a weapon should not begrudge a simple buzz, so long as we do not mix the two. We all took a long, calming pull on our Dos Equis. Landon looked over at me and lifted his bottle. “Fuck me, I knew we could count on you, bro!” He drank. He grinned. “You really did it? I mean, like you said? Every one of them?””Geezus!” Chris muttered. “He really did it!”I waited. I had realized that we all had not thought much beyond this moment. It was like we did not believe it possible, to get to this moment and so had not given the next moment much thought; the one where we could think about fucking the MILFs. But for the other guys, it was different. They were all thinking about their own mothers, thinking of them as women, naked, coming, begging to be fucked, sucking their cocks . . . whatever. They all had the vision of something flooding over them. No one looked at me. After a few minutes of football commentary and no other sound, I thought it was time. No one was smiling now. Even Sammy had contracted back into his normal look rather than the appearance of a pending bust. “Guys, I know, this is a big moment. Frankly, I am feeling a little exposed. We need to talk about the MILFs, our mothers, and how this is going to happen.””Whores and sluts! That’s what I’m talking about!” Sammy gushed forth. I held up a hand. “Wait a minute. We have to be clear. Our mothers, your mothers are neither. A whore only fucks for money and a slut never says ‘no’. Our mothers are neither. Just because we think we can fuck them now,” I grinned. “Well, I know I can. But just because we think they do fuck now, after years of never imagining we were created with anything but immaculate reception . . . “”Conception, you idiot. Immaculate Conception!” Brent growled. “Conception!” I ignored him. ” . . . we have testimony that ‘yes’ they do fuck.” I could not help it. I grinned again. “I am here to tell you boys, our mothers love to fuck!” What followed was cathartic primal scream, an existential howl of glee and relief and sexual tension all tangled into a single ear splitting noise that drowned out the football game. It was like the Buffalo Bills just won the Superbowl. When silence came, or more accurately when the TV could be heard again, I resumed. “Guys, since I had Mrs. Clark, I have been thinking about this moment and what comes next.” I mentioned Landon’s mom first, knowing that each guy would have to confront the fact that I had had his mother and it would be different for each. Landon did not look at me; his face seemed to close . . . but that could have been my imagination. I felt the twinge of guilt, the nagging sense that a guy just does not do what I did but then I thought about Mrs. Clark, about Kyla looking back at me as I entered her in the changing room, the lust in her eyes, the need, the want, the demand that I use her as she wanted to be used and the full knowledge that the stars had aligned and each woman bore a dream of coupling. For each one that dream, till the moment I entered them, seemed utterly impossible. Today, each of these women were one step closer to realizing a sexual fantasy. All we had to do was discover and deliver it. Then we could have our fantasy. “Guys, now that we know they do fuck, in a real sense we know this.””You know it in the Biblical sense.” Brent muttered again. This time I had to laugh though it was a sort of nervous laugh. I was a step away from the cliff but not on the solid side, there was nothing under my feet. All I had to look forward to was flying or falling. If they all suddenly demurred and decided it was all just talk, I was finished!”Cool it. This ain’t easy. We need to understand something. None of us are going to be happy if this turns into a free-for-all. Our mothers are not going to spread their legs any time we snap our fingers. Nor are they going to be eager to confess that they fucked me. Nor will it be easy to get them to consider doing you ugly fucks. They have had the best and it is all downhill from here for them.” Everyone rolled their eyes. But, surprisingly, no one said anything. That was good. I understood that to mean they were actually thinking of the reality of this thing. The second thoughts, the fears, the guilt of even thinking of this whole idea may be creeping through the little minds of each of us. If not, no worries but I had the ultimate solution up in the car. But first . . . .”This was just step one. We need to wrap our little pea brains, not you Brent, around what this means and get it straight.”Landon broke in, at this point. “Sonny’s right. We need a plan.”I held up my hand. “Landon, we love ya dude but you got to let me have my say. You ran me off the cliff into this particularly empty air. Let me finish what I have to say . . . and do, before you try to add to the confusion.” I stopped, looking Landon in the eye. I had not challenged him very often but this time, I felt I had to and was ready to. Annie the ace and her holes were up in the car. Landon stared at me for a moment, the vein on the side of his forehead bulged for a moment. His skin flushed but finally he nodded and looked down. “Thanks. Listen guys, this is just the first step. Landon said ‘airtight’ and that is the goal but we may not get that. We have got to recognize that none of us want to take this from anyone. None of us are going to abuse what we now know about our mothers. What we want, more than anything, is for them to want us. We want them to think that taking us is a good idea, that it will be exciting and fun. My mother . . . ” I gulped “. . . my mom . . . my mom is more sexually open than any of us realized, particularly me. I daresay, I have discovered this is true about each of the MILFs. But ‘sexually open’ does not mean ‘open for business’. No one is going to get far if they run home and grab a MILF tit or run their hand up between her legs while she is bending over getting dishes out of the dishwasher. You will get clocked with a plate.”Everyone chuckled. Now for the important point. “And you will deserve to. Just because they fucked me, does not mean they will fuck you.” I paused to let that sink in. “I have been unbelievably lucky. So lucky, it seems stupid to mess it up by pursuing the matter. But I am going to. At the moment, they may think that I am their secret love but I am not. Some know that is not right, they know that I have been with other women. One of the best things we have going for us is that no one should be confused. We are not going to be the long term solution to anything for our mothers. Or them for us, when it comes to sex. This is a fantasy and fantasies are good once but after that, reality resumes. But reality is not this single thing that is predictable and consistent.””Shit, Sonny. You are talking like Brent now. Get to the point!” Sammy said. “I’m hungry.”Deep inside, I grinned. “Things are either going to work out, or they won’t. We have to agree to two things, first we will try and second that we will not push.” Sammy bumped his hips forward. “Like hell! I’m going to push plenty!”We all chuckled but it was not the nervous laugh of before. It was a thoughtful, contemplative response. “What happens next needs to be organic, natural, easy. The MILFs on the List are not ‘sure things’. The problem with a sure thing is that we do not respect them. Lack of respect means two things. First, it means we do not pay attention to what they want. Second, it means we take what we want. Neither will work with these particular MILFs. I am suggesting that while we all agree the goal is to make our MILFs airtight, the method we must agree to use is to discover their deepest sexual need and satisfy that. Then it is a simple trade; what she wants for what we want.” I paused. “Women, I think, are surprisingly easily to get along with. To read about the past, women had lots of sex, got pregnant a lot with the craziest ideas many of which excluded their pleasure, their orgasm, their reaction or their involvement in any meaningful way. Today, women have the just expectation that they get theirs from time to time. I suggest that the method we agree to use to get our MILFs airtight, is to give them what they want first.””And to do that, we have to figure out what they want.” Brent said, looking around. I thought this was good time to clear the air a little. “Just so you all know, Brent has already had my mother.” I looked at Chris, “and your mother, Chris.”Everyone looked at Brent and his face turned beet red. “Not his doing, not his fault. I did it. I had the right situation to introduce the idea of sharing the wealth to Laura and mom and I did it. Now, here is the good thing, at least for you lazy fucks. I have had the MILFs. Discovering their fantasies, discovering their sexual shopping list is going to fall to me. I am not saying you can’t, I just think I have the best avenue to discovering it. I am not going to lie to your mothers. If they ask what is going on, I will tell them. I will tell them we want them and how we want them, naked and airtight. But I want that idea to come off my tongue when they are most liable to think it is a sexy, good and reasonable idea. If you let me, I think I can share the MILF list with each of you.”Brent, bless his heart, nodded vigorously. “I can vouch for that. Sonny shares. Geez, you have no idea!” The other guys stared at him. Brent looked up at them and grinned, then sobered. “Sorry, Sonny.”I shook my head. “My point here, is that we need to be smart about this. This is like having a girl friend . . . “”Like you would know.” Sammy muttered.”. . . you do not just tear off her clothes and try to fuck her. Usually. The best sex is when they are into it. The best sex is when everyone has a good time.” I looked around the room, meeting everyone’s eyes till kaçak iddaa they looked away.Brent spoke up. “In the nineteenth century, people thought a woman’s orgasm made a happier baby. They thought depression or ‘melancholia’ as they called it in a person, was caused by boring, normal, mechanical and unfulfilling sex before the baby even saw the light of day. Of course, not everyone thought this but some did.””Thanks, Brent. You are so full of helpful information.” Landon said drily but with a smile.”Orgasms make for happy babies?” Chris said wonderingly, his eyes wide. “That makes a lot of sense.””No, Chris . . . forget it!” Landon said, shooting Brent a glare who smirked and shrugged. The mood had lightened. I breathed deep relief. “My idea is simple. We investigate if we can give our mother’s mind blowing sex. In the process, we get a safe place to get in contact with our inner perv and figure out what actually makes us tick. Sexually, I mean. I think the rest is a hopeless cause.””We are not getting existential.” Brent said by way of elucidation. “Shut up, Brent.” Landon said. Only he could have said it the way he said it such that Brent looked proud of the attention AND shut up. “I thought about Brent and how he would put everything into a spreadsheet and schedule Chris with Kyla’s ass on Thursday and Landon with Laura’s pussy on Saturday.””What about me? I get your mom’s tits on Sunday, Sonny!” Sammy chortled. No one ever told Sammy to shut up. It would be like telling the rest of us to stop breathing. I continued. “I thought about that but how would you feel if bunch of girls decided to schedule you for pussy diving three times a week and passed you around like a . . . like a . . . “”Dildo, I think is the word you are looking for, Sonny.” Landon said drily. In that moment, I got the feeling that Landon had already thought of this and was waiting to agree with me. It made me nervous at the same time I felt proud that he let me carry the ball. So far, I was the one with the balls after all so it made sense. “I think we need to let things happen organically. If you all agree, I will work to get things arranged. Until we know what is what with the MILFs, we should not figure they are open for business and declare open season on them.”Everyone nodded and Landon said, “I agree completely. I have thought about what we would do if you came back with a positive outcome. I did not consider the possibility that you would do everybody’s mother for us but now that you have, I understand. You would be sort of exposed if you announced you fucked your mom and the rest of us were still dick dry. At least now no one can go shooting their mouth off without some consequences threatening to come home to roost.” Landon looked around at each of us. “Sonny has done the heavy lifting here. He took the big risk for all of us. We should let him take us the rest of the way.” He turned to me and extended his hand. “Sonny, you tell us how things go and we’ll follow.”I shook Landon’s hand. The guy just had a way about him that made you want to please him. He really did have nothing to worry about in life, he would always find a place and it would be easy to find because it would always be at the front, closest to the action. “But guys, I think we need to do something formal to seal the commitment, so we all know that we are committed to this. No backing out. No giving up. No falling in love! Not till the MILFs are airtight or we know that is not their thing. Right?” Landon looked around the group, his chin out and his eyes fierce.No one spoke but we all nodded. I felt so fucking smart. After a perfect pause, I said, “well, I have just thing up in the car. I have to get it ready. Play some pool, get some beer. I’ll be back in a while.” Brent looked at me with genuine curiosity, wondering what I had up my sleeves at the moment. I gave him a little smile and a nod and stood up. It was time. I walked up the stairs and out to the car. Annie lay on the seat, awkwardly curled under the blanket. The evening had turned chilly. “Its time, Annie.” I said. I pulled the blanket off of her and tossed it onto the back seat. She turned to look at me, her eyes sleepy, dull. I helped her out of the car and she slipped from my hands and scampered up the drive and up the walk to the door and was inside before I got the car door closed. The sight of this woman with her hands bound behind her back and her tits bare dashing to the house was so surreal I chuckled. I thought of some neighbor glancing out the window and seeing that. The guy would swear off whatever his latest vice was because of that hallucination. No one would believe it.I walked into the house. Annie stood inside the door shivering. I could not tell if she was cold or aroused by looking at her. Her eyes were intense, fierce but focused. I turned her around and checked her arms, they were not cold so the binding had not cinched up on her. I closed the door and turned her back around. I bent to her nipples and kissed each in turn. They grew erect under my lips. I kissed her on the mouth and found her aroused and moaning as she kissed me back, pressing against me, her arms straining with the instinct to clasp me and pull herself against me. That need added to the latent need humming in her body. Right by the door, the Rossini’s had a couch table setting against the wall by the entryway where they dropped stuff. It was clear that day but for a shallow bowl where they dumped keys and change and stuff. I moved that to floor and hoisted Annie onto the table. Then I kissed her again while I pulled her dress up her legs and tucked it behind her back. I fumbled with my pants. She leaned back against the wall and spread her knees. The table was narrow with barely enough room for her slim butt. When my cock came free, I leaned against the table, grasped her by the ass and pulled her toward me till her pussy was crushed against my cock. With one hand I fingered her pussy, finding her still damp but not gushing. I opened her a little and pressed my thumb into her. She tried to wiggle or hunch but without her hands free she made more noise than actual progress. I fingered her for a while till she stopped staring down at my cock and arched her back and threw her head back with soft bump on the wall. I grasped my cock and pressed the head against her pussy lips. They parted and I entered her, just slightly. Annie sighed and her body twitched, some inner motion which occurred without leverage. I grasped her hips and pulled her body onto my cock. “Oh yesssss, Sonny! Your cock go in me! Fit perfect!” Annie hissed. Her stocking-clad legs gripped me in a weak embrace. I pulled back and pressed at her again, sinking into her pliant body further this time. I pulled her ass harder against me and I felt her inner release and I sunk home, pining us together, our pubic bones colliding with a sweet pain as I clinched us together. Annie grunted and struggled against the bonds. Her head came forward, her lips seeking mine, eyes closed as I ground my hips against hers while pulling her ass hard with my hands. Her inner flesh rippled along the length of my shaft and the sensation took my breath away. My god but I love pussy!”Oh fuck, Annie. You feel great, pierced with my cock.””Your big cock.” Annie said. “Your big friend here?”Her cunt squeezed me hard then. I pulled back, jerking free of her clasping cunt. Then I thrust deep into her again. She moaned as I slid home. I could smell her arousal. The eroticism of the moment struck me like lightening and for a moment I thought I would come but that would have been antisocial. I ignored her question. She could fucking wonder. I pulled free of her pussy and pulled her dress down. I helped her off the table, banging it against the wall. “Come with me.” I said it again and this time I had to chuckle. I turned to her. Her eyes were intense, narrow slits. “Are you sure, Annie?””No panties.” She panted, huffing as she spoke. “I got wet. You fuck me. Promised me something. I do my part. You keep agreement.” I nodded, the idea of staging a **** for her benefit thrilled through me like a cold wind would feel on a hot August night, like stepping into a walk-in freezer after unloading a truck by hand. I led her to the door of the basement. We made our way down the stairs, Annie tottered awkwardly so that I steadied her since she had little help from her hands. The way was dim and unfamiliar to her. Finally I slipped an arm around her bare back and half carried her down. I heard the TV and the crack of the cue ball connecting. I took her by the shoulder and pulled her around the half wall and into the light of the basement. “There you are, Sonny. I thought you had gotten . . . holy shit, Sonny, what the fuck is this?” Sammy said.I pulled Annie to the table and pushed the pool balls out of the way, ruining the game. “This is Annie Kingston. She has agreed to fuck us all tonight.” “Goddamn, Sonny, she is tied up! What the fuck!” Landon looked angry, his bushy brow knit together like the bark of an elm tree. “What happened to doing what they want?””It is not how it looks. This is what she wants. Annie had a fantasy. I have added a few things.””What things?” Landon asked.”Well, you guys for starters. She always wanted to be fucked while she was bound like this.” I touched the scarves wound around her arms. “This was her idea but I added you guys, all five of us. And airtight which is our end of the bargain. It is like training, preparation for what is coming.” Annie stood bent forward so her arms were high behind her with her head down. Her hair fell about her face in a jumbled, sexy mess. I reached around her and cupped a breast. She moaned and her hands fluttered against my crotch. “Tell them, Annie.” Annie lifted her head. “He right. I am wet. I want you to fuck me. All of you. Come in me, let me suck you all off. I want you all.” Her voice was hoarse, raspy but distinct. She spoke slowly and carefully. Silence. No one said a word. I waited, maybe a couple minutes. Annie began to shift her hips forwards and backwards in the classic fucking motion. Her head was bowed. Finally she looked back at me. “Take my skirt.” She muttered. Such a good idea! I found the hook and zippers on both sides and unfastened the skirt. She sighed as I pulled at the skirt and it dropped down her legs, making a slight hissing sound on her hose as it fell. I heard everyone exhale at once. The only real sound was the announcer on the TV calling another kickoff on the Steelers-Patriots game. She stood in her weave shoes, the hose and garters with her hands bound tightly behind her. Her conical breasts quivered and her nipples swelled. Annie squatted and got to her knees, balancing precariously without the use of her arms. She turned to me, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. I opened my pants and presented my cock to her lips, touching the head against her lower lip. She kissed the end, sucked it between her red lips and then bobbed her head down as far as she could, back and forth till my cock was fully down her throat. Her breath blew through her nostrils and she swallowed.I closed my eyes and groaned. Gawd, what a feeling!”Holy fuck!” Sammy muttered. “No shit.” Chris said. “She is not a MILF.” Landon said. I opened my eyes, Landon was staring at the woman sucking on my cock and then looked up at me. “She is not one of the MILFs on the list!” Annie pulled her head back, wobbling but regaining equilibrium. Then she sucked hard and my cock disappeared again, sliding through her full lips, along the cushion of her tongue into the confines of her tight throat. She massaged my cock with her lips, mouth, tongue and throat.”Is that a problem?” I croaked.Landon looked back down at Annie as she completed another cycle. Since her hands were bound, she had to be very careful, making each and every motion deliberately and slowly while squatting before me, her knees to each side of my calves. Her hands were behind her, bound with the black, red, blue and green color, counter-balancing her head as she took my cock down her throat again and again. Landon shook his head. “No. No problem.” He whispered. “When is it my turn?”Annie sucked me again into her mouth. I could not answer. The sound of football and Annie’s slurping on my cock was the only sound for a while. I sensed my orgasm in the distance and pulled away from her. The sucking mouth followed the moving cock nearly unbalancing her. I steadied her then helped her to her feet. I pushed her to the pool table. There was method to my madness, this was the picture that inspired the suggestion to play some pool.Annie immediately bent down over the table and widened her stance, presenting me with her pussy lips appearing between her slender ass cheeks. The garter belt framed her pussy and the stockings shimmered on her slim legs. The high heels made her tall enough to bend comfortably over the table. I grasped her hips over the garter belt, positioned my cock at her nether lips and entered her. She was so wet I slid complete down into her channel without resistance or hesitation. Annie wheezed as I entered her and grunted as I hit bottom. I held her bound arms with one hand and her hips with the other. Her hands and fingers caressed me with little butterfly kisses. I pulled back and slammed into her. The extended period of arousal must have left her teetering on the brink because as I bottomed out she shrieked and bucked, slamming her sopping pussy back against me with a wet splash. I bounced into her a few more times then pulled a sopping cock out of her convulsing pussy. I looked around the room. “Who’s next?” Now, standing in a room full of guys with my erection bare to the open air, dripping with eau d’female was a new experience for me. I moved back to Annie and entered her again. She shrieked at the invasion and then shook through a small orgasm again. I pulled free and looked around at each guy, everyone but Brent. He had been there before. “Well? This is the confirmation of commitment. Fuck Annie. Then our pact is completed and I will share the rest of the List with you and you with them. She is our pact. She is ours. Now, everyone fucks her. Don’t come in her just yet. Then she wants to suck us all, one after the other, cock after cock. Then, then we fuck her till we fill her up. After that, airtight.” I looked at Landon and saw something I had rarely seen on his face. Respect. He nodded, understanding the role this interloper played in the MILF list. It was a test for all of us, individually but really together. Could we share a woman? Better to know that before one of our mothers was bent over the table. That was the intuition the morning’s mediation on pussy gave me. The MILF list had been made but were we ready, really ready to share it? This was the moment when we would answer that question. Behind me Annie was gasping and trying to catch her breath. Sammy stood up, shucked pants and briefs and walked over with his pole running before him. I turned to watch him mount the bound woman bent over the pool table. He did not have to crouch. He found her entrance and sliced into her. She arched her back and shoved back, rooting him into her pussy. He pounded at her several times. And he pulled out. “Everyone gets in clean then we’ll get messy!” He chortled. Chris went next. He stripped down his pants, standing at the end of the pool table. Annie’s eyes remained fixed on him. Chris moved around behind her and grasped her hips. He stroked her legs and snapped one of the garter straps; not hard but enough to make her jump. He caressed her back, then reached under her and cupped both breasts, then apparently he pinched her nipples because Annie grunted and tried to lift up. Chris directed his cock with one hand to her pussy and pressed into her. Annie panted as the cock slid into her, grunting each time Chris stopped and sighing as he started deeper again. Once he was sealed against her cheeks, he moved his pale white ass around, stirring her pussy with his rigid dick. Then he pulled out and plunged in again. He repeated the stroke several times and then pulled free. Annie grunted, her ass wagging as the cock left her. “No.” She whispered, pleading, begging, dreaming—intoxicated with the fantasy being presented to her and with the pleasure +enveloping her enraptured body. I looked at Landon. “Landon, your turn unless you want to follow fat boy over there.” I said, indicating Brent with a jerk of my head. Brent was anything but fat and I hoped he did not take exception to being pushed to the back of the line. I thought it would be okay since he had been in her already.Landon pulled down his pants, showing us his cock. Annie was twisted on the table, watching. Landon kicked off shoes and pants and, naked, he walked up behind Annie. She straightened her back, settling onto the table, laying her cheek on the green felt. Her fingers waved behind her ass till she felt the hair at his crotch. He felt along her arms. “Hey, her arms are getting cold. Maybe we should release her?””Annie, are you okay?” I asked. “Now arms ok. Fuck now!” Annie said in a tight voice. Landon shrugged but tapped her ass with one hand. “Please. Say please.”Annie twisted to look at him, staring in his eyes then lowering her burning gaze to his hard prick. “Please. Please. Please put cock in me.” She said. Her eyes rose to stare into Landon’s fevered eyes again. Landon nodded and plugged into her pussy. Annie flattened and grunted as Landon fed her his hard, red cock. He had a huge blue vein which wrapped around the girth of his cock standing out starkly against the ferocious scarlet of its skin. Standing behind them and to the left, I could see his cock sluice into her. Annie shivered and then screamed with orgasm as he pushed into her the third time. Liquid bubbled around her pussy lips and dribbled down her thighs. Her knees buckled and Landon was holding her on the table. He pressed into her and held still while she spasmed through the orgasm, stirring her seething cunt with his cock. It seemed to go on forever. Once she calmed, he resumed stroking into her. He was gritting his teeth when he pulled back and backed away, staggering. “Gawd, she is tight. What a pussy!” He muttered, dropping on to the couch, his cock glittering with her moisture. Brent stood up, a long slow unfolding of his lean, tall frame. Annie tilted up on one shoulder to watch him undress. His mighty cock came into the view and she sighed, mewling like a kitten for milk. At that moment, my fucking phone rang. I pulled my pants up and fished it out of the pocket. “Sonny?” I pulled my pants the rest of the way up, tucking my cock into the underwear and backed out of the room. “Yeah?” I said softly.”Your car is blocking the garage.” Mrs. Rossini said in small voice. “Would you come up and move it, please?””Yeah, sure.” I kept my eyes on Brent as he lined up his cock behind Annie and proceeded to push it into her. “I’ll be right up.” I said.”Sonny, I am up stairs.” She was whispering. “What’s that mom? Let me get away from the TV. I can’t hear you. Let me call you back.” I hung up, just as Annie screamed again. My mind was racing, Mrs. Rossini was upstairs and Annie was screaming through another orgasm. I looked around. I waited till Brent had stroked his way all the way into Mrs. Kingston’s body. She was shivering and chanting ‘wu, wu, wu’, over and over again, which means ‘five, five, five’ in Chinese, she would tell us later. I moved to the end of the table, buckling my pants. “I have to go call home. I’ll be back in a while. I, I may have to leave for a bit.” I said, thinking if Mrs. Rossini was upstairs I was going to need to create some diversionary tactic to get Annie out of sight and quiet. I glanced at her arching body, punching her ass back at Brent as he pushed his cock slowly back into her quivering body. Annie turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were slits, the hair tangled over her face giving her a subdued, sexual look. Each time Brent plunged home, her eyes would open wider and her lips would purse, showing her teeth. Brent was speeding up. I looked at the other guys. They ignored me, watching Brent fuck Mrs. Kingston. I left them that way. I jogged up the stairs and found the house dark, for night had fallen. I saw Mrs. Rossini standing in the dark of the living room. She put a finger to her lips and gestured for me to follow her, which I did. We went into the kitchen. Before she did anything, she kissed me, her hands holding me by the shoulders. Her mouth was open and I met her tongue with mine and I grasped her by the hips. One of her hands drifted down my side and then to my waist and thence to the crotch. She broke the kiss when she felt my hard cock. I thought I was going to come right then and would have if she had stroked me even once. All things come to he who waits. “I was downstairs. I saw you fuck her.” Mrs. Rossini whispered. “What is going on down there? Who is that?”For a moment, I reverted back in time, back to a time when I would have been tongue tied and thunderstruck by the moment. I shook it off. This was now, I was different, not tongue tied, not now. “We are fucking Mrs. Kingston.” I said quietly. Mrs. Rossini’s eyes got big as the proverbial saucers. “Mrs. Kingston?””Yes. She has a fantasy about fucking four guys and being airtight.” I spoke so casually I thought someone else was talking. Mrs. Rossini stared at me then pulled me close, plastering her body against mine, pressing her cheek to my chest. Her body shuddered. “Oh.” She said. “Oh.” I wrapped one arm around her back, laying a hand on her shoulder blade but with the other, I cupped her ass cheek, squeezing it. The thrill of desire enveloped us, a soft scarlet haze in the gloom.”Do they know I am here?” She asked, her voice muffled against my chest.”No. They think I am calling mom. Mrs. Kingston is going to blow everyone then we are going to fuck her silly.” Mrs. Rossini pulled back. “Blow you? You mean suck your cocks?”I nodded. Till that moment, I had not realized it but I had never spoken her given name. She had been ‘Mrs. Rossini’ the whole time we fucked in her kitchen. The thought made me chuckle. Then she blew my mind. “I want to see that. Let me watch her suck . . . suck . . . suck . . . ” She got stuck.”Cock.” I said helpfully. Mrs. Rossini nodded. “Yes. Cock. I want to watch her suck your cocks.” She was shivering like she was cold. Passionate adrenaline. In a much softer voice she said, “I went downstairs to say ‘hello’. I saw your cars on the street but yours blocked the garage.” Her eyes found mine in the broken darkness of the house, punctured by the various lights of the appliances and the digital clock on the counter and the tepid illumination of the streetlights coming through the various windows. “I was going to ask you to come move your car so I could kiss you and suck, suck, suck your cock. But I heard the sound of a woman. When I looked around the corner, she was, was, was coming. Her face turned toward me and I could see it, like she was crying her eyes clinched closed and her lips pulled back and she was bucking and thrashing on the table while you fucked her. I was lightheaded. I could not believe you were fucking a woman in my house, another woman.” She hesitated, perhaps remembering. “And she was tied!” She refocused her eyes and then she kissed me again, one hand stroking between us, caressing my now iron cock. Mrs. Rossini pulled back from me, her eyes searching, searing, wide. “I came up here and sat on the couch, thinking about what I had seen. You know what I felt?”I shook my head in the darkness, waiting to see where this runaway train would take me. “I got very wet. Here. Feel me.” She tried to pull up her skirt but it was straight and bound around her thighs as she pulled it up. She pushed it back down. “I thought about you in that other woman, after you had me and I realized it was exciting to watch you taking her. But I wanted to see more. I want to see you do things to her.””What things?” I prompted but I do not think she heard me. “I don’t know but I wanted to watch it all. I never felt so, so completely turned on in my life.” Her eyes turned to me. Now, I used her given name. “Natasha, Brent is down there. He was fucking her when I left. Are you sure that you want to go down there.”She nodded, an eager but frightened motion. “I want to see, I want to watch her suck their cocks. I want to watch her be fucked.”The train came to a sudden stop. I was surprised but fascinated. Where do we go from here, I wondered. I shrugged. The worst that could happen is that we would all fuck Natasha as well. Well, maybe not the worst thing but still, I could not see much risk. But for insurance, I clasped her ass in both hands while I kissed her. She was jittery, her hands flitting from my back to shoulders to face and down to my ass. When I broke the kiss, I knelt, ran my hands up her legs, hooked both thumbs in the waist band of her conservative panties. I pulled them down her thighs. Mrs. Rossini squawked and then groaned when I pressed my face into the crotch of her skirt as I pulled her underwear down and then off her legs. She balanced with her hands on my shoulders as I removed her panties from each foot in turn. I stood up and held them out for her to see. She glanced at it and then back to my eyes. I could not tell if she understood my intention. I think she was just turned on. I put them into my pocket, took her hand and led her to the closed basement door. I opened it quietly, signaling to her she should be quiet. It was nearly dark but the light below lit our way. We descended. I hoped that Natasha Rossini would see her son with his cock in a woman for the first time. I was not disappointed. By the time we rounded the corner, Brent was hammering Annie. Apparently, they had decided that going last had its advantages because he did not seem like he was just stroking for target practice. He was stroking for the long ball. I moved Natasha in front of me, but still behind the half-wall and in the dark shadows of the basement. Brent suddenly pulled out of Annie’s pussy. She keened like a hound whose master just died. He quickly untied the bow ties in the scarves and freed her arms. For a moment, Annie lay on the table. Brent helped her up, turned her around and lifted her onto the table. She flopped onto her back and began rubbing her arms while her legs dangled off the edge. Brent put her legs over his shoulders, which put her feet at his ears. He pulled her to the edge of the table. Chris brought an old, flat pillow to them which Brent fit under her lower back to cushion the edge of the table. He positioned his cock and entered her with one great heave, shoving his entire length into her all at once. Annie screamed, “Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes.” She degenerated into a chant but kept rubbing her arms while hunching her ass up to meet the cock entering her. Brent continued to steam power her with great, long strokes, each with a visible pause at both ends of the stroke; with his cock poised at the entrance and when rooted deep in her writhing body where he would flex his ass moving his cock around inside her pussy, like he was signing the walls of her vagina with a graffiti tag. No one spoke, not taking their eyes from the woman on the pool table and the man between her legs. When Brent finally ground to a halt, his cock fully embedded in her body, Annie stretched her arms over her head and hunched her pussy up at him.”Please fuck me! Please fuck me, Brent!” Annie whimpered, her whole body convulsing. Fuck her he did. For a few furious minutes, Brent pounded down into her pussy, bending over her and fucking her hard, while he sucked on her nipples, pulling them taut, high over her, drawing them out with his lips while Annie thrashed below him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled at him with her heels. All the while keeping up a steady mumbling chatter of mixed English and Chinese, till finally she came again. Her body arched off the table, bridging from shoulders and head to her ass on the very edge of the table. Brent slammed into her and then grunted. He bent his back, grasped her hips and pulled her partway off the table, full onto his cock, impaling her completely. Then he made a series of little grunts coinciding with a fractional pumping of his hips. This went on for several minutes till he d****d himself over her, finally kissing her on the lips. For a while they lay in that awkward position, kissing noisily. Then Brent stood up, and pulled his cock out of her pussy. Annie dropped her legs, pulling her ass back onto the table, then she simply went limp with a loud, clearly audible sigh. Her pussy protruded above her body, propped up as it was on the edge of the pool table. Cum welled up through her pussy lips like water from a hot spring. It glistened in the light. Annie did not move. “Fuck me, Brent. You really fucked her that time.” Sammy said, the awe apparent in his voice. “Think she has any energy to suck us all off?” No one answered. All this time, Mrs. Rossini had been holding my arms around her, pressing one hand to a breast and the other between her legs while she ground her ass back against my cock. When Sammy spoke, she turned in my arms and pushed me away. For a moment I thought we were in trouble. Instead, she crept past me, holding my hand which she used to pull me after her. We tiptoed up the stairs. She quietly closed the door, grabbed hold of me and kissed me harder than I have ever been kissed in my life. I responded by slamming her against the opposite wall, making a definite thump which I hoped no one would pay any attention to. I thought perhaps the TV would cover the racket. I began to pull up her skirt but remembered it was straight and would not go past her thighs. I found the hook and zipper and soon had it released. All the while she kissed me, holding my head while I opened her blouse and then my pants. I entered her, finding her sloshing when I first put a finger to her lips and inside her. My cock struck home with no resistance. She lifted one leg as I slammed her against the wall, rattling the pictures all along it. I was so close to coming but she was closer. Sasha looped one foot behind my knees and I leaned her against the wall and fucked up into her with one awkward, jolting stroke and she screamed; a tight, throttled scream from deep in her throat which did not get past her barred teeth, one only I could hear. Then I came. My cock exploded inside her slit, sending electric tingles through my body and spangling the darkness in my eyes with red, orange and yellow light. Sasha grunted and her head bumped back kaçak bahis against the wall while I humped at her over and over again, dumping load after load of come into her sopping depths. Then it was past. She dropped her foot to steady herself and I relaxed, pinning her to the wall but not moving. For several long minutes we teetered together against the wall. Then suddenly, Mrs. Rossini pushed me away. “I want to see her suck them off.” She hissed. “But I have to clean up and put something else on. Don’t get dressed. I want you again.” She shuffled off into the darkness, leaving me standing with my pants at my ankles. I removed my shoes, pants and underwear but left my shirt. For some reason I did not want to be naked here. I never walked around my house naked, even when I was alone. Going naked would be a bad habit in a house full of women, unless you were fucking them. The thought made my cock twitch. What a life! Mrs. Rossini appeared in a black dressing gown over a short silky black nighty. The gown dusted the floor but the nighty barely covered her ass. She put her lips to my ear, kissed it with a light lick from the tip of her tongue which finished what my own thoughts had begun in my cock and said, “I want to watch her suck them. Can we go back down?”I thought about asking after her intentions first or some such interruption but dismissed it. Best not to confuse what was happening down stairs with my own little drama. I grabbed my clothes and we descended the stairs and resumed our virtually invisible position behind the half-wall bookcase. The sight we found was indescribably lurid. The four guys were lined up against the pool table. Naked, asses hooked on the edge, hands behind them, planted on the green felt field, balancing them: Sammy, Landon, Chris and Brent lined up down the long side of the table. Annie was on her hands and knees in front of Sammy. As we arrived, she sat up and licked the tip of his black cock. It bobbed but she caught it with her lips. Sammy stared down at her with a mixture of fascination and lust, his eyes were wide and white in his black face. Her hands gripped his black thighs. She kissed his cock and sucked on the end, pulled back and painted it with her tongue. She slumped back to all fours and crawled sideways to Landon. Sammy stared at her with open-mouthed awe, his hard black cock glistening. I stood behind Sasha with my hands on her waist. I pulled her back to me and kissed her neck. She sighed but did not turn back to me, keeping her eyes fixed on the tableau before us. My hands ran over the front of her body till I cupped both of her boobs. She slumped back into me, dropping her head for a moment back onto my shoulder but the sound of Landon’s groan alerted her. Her head snapped up. She put both her hands on the book case which was about belly button high on her and leaned on it, pressing her ass against me. Annie had hold of Landon’s cock with one hand while she sucked on the head, sucking soft then hard, gently then loud and hard before pulling back to lick it with her tongue, round and round the head while Landon grunted and groaned, his head thrown back. The blue vein bulged. Landon grunted as she ran her tongue around the flared head, tracing the edge of the little helmet before pressing it against her lips. We could just see her lips from our angle as she was kissing it. The frizz of her black mane covered her smooth back but she would move to the side and lick so that we could clearly see her tongue caressing his cock. Then she opened her mouth and took him deep, the throbbing cock disappearing from our sight. Landon grunted. Annie pulled back, went to her knees again and crawled to Chris. With Chris, she kissed his knees and thighs for they were nearly naked of hair, smooth and tan, nearly the color of her own skin. Annie ran her tongue up the crest of each hip and down to his thigh then finally she took hold of his thick cock and licked it from head to base, using long sweeping swipes of her tongue. Then she kissed the end and sucked on it for a few moments. Chris stood completely still, staring down at what she was doing to him. I moved Natasha’s black robe out of the way and felt under the nighty, finding Sasha’s ass pleasingly naked. I fingered her pussy and she grunted once, a sound which blended with the roar of the crowd from the TV. I positioned myself and entered her, thrusting into her body while she held onto the stout bookcase, firmly attached to the floor and wall. Her eyes did not leave the scene before us. Annie crawled to Brent and cleaned him thoroughly with her tongue and lips, sucking the congealed effluvium of their previous coupling and swallowing it all. She murmured often, sucked loudly and then as his cock regained its regal stature, took some part of it into her mouth and sucked on him hard, slurping as she did so. Brent gave a muted groan. I fucked into Natasha from behind, taking her with gentle but firm, long strokes. Her channel was syrup-smooth but wrapped itself around me like velvet. I held her hips and simply matched the motion Annie adopted on her son’s cock. Annie was determined to get the cock fully down her throat. She was fucking it with her mouth, taking it far down her throat which was only about half or three quarters of the whole. She would seat it as deep as she could and blow loudly through her nostrils and try to inhale around it while she swallowed. Brent would grunt each time she bottomed out but she could not get it all inside her mouth. Finally, she stood up and turned around, grasped his cock between her bowed legs and fit it into her pussy and sank back onto him, taking him once more into her pussy. Her head was up and she was staring , glassy-eyed but with a lurking look of fierce intention behind them. Brent was mesmerized and did not move while the woman pressed her cunt down onto his cock. I was stroking Mrs. Rossini and had an idea. The other guys merely sat on the table and watched. It was time to use Mrs. Kingston as she was intended to be used. I pulled Mrs. Rossini up and whispered in her ear. “Watch this. Stay out of sight and be quiet.” She nodded. She was watching her son fuck a woman, or be fucked by a woman in her basement. At some point that reality had struck her, I think, and she was so aroused by the fact, the idea of watching her son fuck seemed to have bypassed her filters. She was so wet it was running down her legs and mine. I just hoped no one noticed. I walked into the lighted part of the basement, pulling off my shirt and still naked from the waist down. “Sonny?” Landon said. He sounded more than a little drunk but it was not the couple beers he had drunk. “No problem. I may have to go in a bit but I can take advantage of this situation since you stupid fucks are sitting there watching.” I presented my cock to Annie. She grasped it, feeling the effluvium on it immediately. She put her head back so she could look at me while her tongue looped out of her mouth and slurped at the dripping end of my cock. She shuddered and closed her eyes. Annie sucked hard and my cock sliced past her lips, into her mouth. She moaned as she came off Brent’s cock in order to get my cock deep into her mouth. Then she tipped backwards, taking the cock into her pussy as the one at her mouth slid over her full lips. Her tongue lashed me the whole time. I was so close to coming. I stood still while she teetered back and forth, first full of one cock and then the other, like she was a piece in a machine, a piece of ass in a fucking machine. Then she took me completely into her mouth and I grabbed her head, pulling on her as my orgasm threatened. She lost Brent who grunted as the pussy washing his cock slipped off and away from him. Annie went to her knees and sucked hard, knowledge of my situation seemed to accentuate her own. She tasted Natasha on my cock and it only seemed to arouse her more. I began to come, grasping the back of her head with one hand while she sucked me deeper, swallowing and swallowing, blowing and blowing till I was utterly emptied. Annie had skills. When I recovered, I pulled my flagging cock from her mouth. I pointed to Sammy. “Pussy or mouth. Everyone comes now.””A, aaaaaa, pussy.” He said”On your back. Everyone comes once and then its time to make her air tight. Brent, anything for the ass?”Brent nodded and disappeared into the downstairs bathroom, around the other side of the stairwell from where his mother watched us, at least I presumed she was still there. I dared not look. Sammy lay down on the carpeted floor, did not like that and pulled an ancient, faded sleeping bag from the broken down easy chair in the corner and lay down on it. I maneuvered Annie to squat over him and she took his cock into her body, facing his feet. She sat down on him. Then she pulled off and padded to the bathroom. We stood around and looked at each other with Sammy laying on his back, raising the flag on the floor. There we were; five guys with hard cocks just waiting for the main course, the main intercourse to return. Occasionally we glanced at the TV to catch the score but no one said anything. Annie came back with a couple towels and a wet wash cloth. She was wiping her crotch and legs with the cloth as she walked, making her walk really crooked which looked so funny I chuckled. She looked at me and grinned, her eyes alight. “Airtight.” She said. “Ass, mouth, pussy. I know.” She d****d the towels on the side of the pool table which Brent quickly moved to the couch. Annie resumed her position over Sammy, squatting backwards down onto his cock, facing his feet. She grasped his cock while he steadied her with his hands on her hips. His cock caught, she dropped her head and then let her body plop down onto him which squirted liquid everywhere. She was full up in both senses. Annie squatted and bounced up and down on the cock stuck into her several times. She hesitated and rose up letting the cock wag behind her in the open air. She got to her knees and re-mounted Sammy’s erection, sitting down on him firmly and grinding her cunt against him when she was filled with cock. Landon stepped up and presented his cock. Annie sat back on her heels and Sammy’s cock. She held still while she ministered to it, licking and sucking the end before she sucked it into her mouth. She sucked aggressively, taking him deep down her throat. She would then rock back onto Sammy’s cock and wiggle her ass, holding onto Landon’s thigh and cock with her hands to balance herself. She did this till Landon came in her mouth, a couple minutes later. Sammy, watching her suck the cock and swallow while Landon muttered his praises of her talents suddenly hunched up under her. Annie lifted with him, shaking as he filled her. He pulled her back down hard and then she was coming. Landon was mostly done but a couple drops of cum s**ttered into her frizzed hair. She fell to her hands and knees as Sammy came into her pussy, shuddering and grinding her pussy down, before reaching between her legs and furiously rubbing her clit. She screamed and collapsed onto her elbows. For a moment, no one moved. Everyone but Chris had come. He stood off to the side staring past me and I suddenly I worried what he might be seeing. “Chris.” I said.His gaze snapped to me. “What?” He looked guilty as hell. I grinned. “She’s all yours.” Annie roused and rolled onto her back. Chris got between her legs and penetrated her with a directed thrust. She arched under him, her body responding immediately. I think this response surprised even her for her eyes seemed larger, bulging but at the same time focused, that intense inner focus which must have mirrored her attention siphoned into the center of her greedy body. When Chris slammed down into her, her eyes would clinch. She lifted her legs, hooking her heels on his hips at first. Chris rose over her, getting onto his hands and began to drop his body onto hers then pounded into her over and over, faster and faster till finally he yelled, clamping his hips into the V of her legs and making the little jerks that signified he was coming. Only then did he bend over and kiss her nipples. Landon looked around and grinned. “Airtight. Who wants her ass the first time?” No one reacted immediately. “Guys, we need to figure this out. We have five MILFs to offer this too and we want to practice on Mrs. Kingston here so we know what we are doing.”Sammy raised a hand. “I have the skinniest cock. I should open her ass the first time.” Annie lay with an arm over her eyes. Landon chuckled. “This is not a club meeting, Sammy. No need to raise your hand. Give him the lube. Brent, you have pussy duty. We’ll do the mouth and the ass this time.” Landon was being Landon. Brent ended up on his back with Annie on all fours over him. She bent and kissed him. It was a curiously tender kiss. His cock twitched between her legs, bumping against her bare thighs. “Sammy, take her ass.”I thought of Kyla at that moment, her ass sheathing my cock with its brittle, raspy heat as I sank into her dark depths. The thought brought my cock back to life. Watching Sammy lube Annie’s ass completed the resurrection. When his finger entered Annie’s ass for the first time, she tried to turn but Brent pulled her head down for a kiss. He held her like that which arched her back and presented her ass most conveniently to Sammy. Sammy was just beginning to fill out, a gangly guy with perfect form and a lean body. He kept his hair short. His chocolate skin was smooth, more black than brown which accented his dancing eyes and his perfect teeth when he smiled. Usually he was jovial but crouched over Annie’s ass, his glistening black cock in one hand and the other hand on Annie’s sloped back, he was the picture of intense concentration. He positioned his cock at the cone of her little asshole and began to press. Annie grunted and jumped but Brent grabbed her hips and held her in place, even pushing her body back at Sammy. There were six legs trying to find a place to be in nearly the same space. At first, Brent’s were together and Annie’s were just outside of them but as Sammy moved forward, her legs spread further and further, gaping her ass. Sammy’s cock worked into the woman’s body. She shuddered, she shook, she grunted. Without Brent’s hands on her head, she put it down on his shoulder, hissing and moaning as the cock entered her ass. Sammy kept pulling back, swabbing more lube on it and then pressing it back into place till finally, with a great deal of gentle, careful work, he was completely embedded in Annie’s ass. She never once complained. “Hold still now, Sammy. She is going to take me in her pussy and our cocks can kiss inside her.” Brent said. “Don’t talk about kissing cocks.” Sammy grunted. He moved as Brent manipulated Annie’s straining body forward a couple inches. Then Brent positioned his cock at her pussy and pulled at her hips. “Push her onto me, Sammy.” Brent muttered. “We’ll, our cocks, we’ll complete the circuit.” Sammy leaned over Annie’s arched back and began to push her flat, his cock still planted in her ass. Her knees splayed further and slowly the cock below her eased into her pussy. She grunted and then she was shaking with climax. The orgasm seemed to completely subvert her body control. Every part of her shook. Her head seemed to dance loosely on her neck. Her shoulders shivered and moved almost independently before heaving together. Annie gasped and wheezed.”Oh fuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!” She shrieked as her pubic bone met Brent’s and she was completely double penetrated. The orgasm seemed to come in successive waves then. Sammy and Brent held still while Annie’s body sought to move, pinioned as she was between two cocks. “Geezus maximus!” Brent groaned. “Can you feel that, Sammy?”Sammy, garrulous Sammy merely grunted; one of the most impressive moments to be speechless. Then he shifted back and began to withdraw his cock from Annie’s ass. At about half way, he stopped, gripped her hips and began to pull her back onto his cock, which pulled her about half off Brent’s. Then he pressed her down onto Brent’s cock while sealing her against him, he pressed her fully onto Brent’s impressive cock. With his cock buried in Annie from behind, Sammy pushed her down onto Brent, essentially fucking her on Brent’s cock. They repeated this several times, each move carefully managed. All the while, Annie shook, a receptacle for two cocks, as orgasms danced through her electrified flesh like will o’ the wisps in the bog. “Airtight, time for airtight.” Landon said after watching this for a while. He moved around them to position his knees by Brent’s head. Annie opened her eyes and bent her head back. She put her lips to his cock and sucked it hard but only got a fraction into her mouth. She sucked hard while her body was slowly being lifted and lowered onto the cock below her. Then Sammy seated her firmly on Brent’s cock and held her there with his hands holding tightly to her hips. He began to fuck her ass with slow, gentle strokes. Annie began to come again when Sammy rooted himself into her and then ground at her ass, in effect grinding her pussy down onto its dedicated cock. She shook but kept sucking, only after her body convulsed did she release the cock in her mouth and scream a long, incredible wail. “Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeaaaaahhhh!” She screamed, completely consumed by the ecstasy which wracked her double penetrated body. She bucked between the two men. Not an effort to escape but solely a motion originating inside her skin, from deep inside her frame. She thrashed, she flailed, her body seemed a collection of independent pieces. Landon moved to lie down alongside Brent to ease the angle. Annie lay, pinned and panting for a moment, recovering from the crashing pleasure. She raised her head off Brent’s shoulder, spying the cock by her head, she immediately twisted and swallowed it, pressing her mouth onto the cock till it was totally contained in her body. She blew through her nose. I could see her throat work. She threw a thin arm over Landon’s legs and pulled at him, pressing his cock fully into her throat. Brent hunched beneath her and Sammy pushed above her and her body quivered again. Sammy pulled out of her ass again, pulled her up and onto his cock and then lowered her slowly onto Brent’s cock. Each new motion seemed to trigger Annie’s sexual responses. She was the perfect receptacle, a cock compartment and the result was both a physical consummation and an emotional gratification which seemed to affect her like a spiritual epiphany. Her body seemed to ooze around the bodies penetrating her, pulling in each direction with the desire to fulfill each cock individually while being filled by all three collectively. The orgasms seemed to roll through her like waves, gentle and violent by turns and in odd, irregular intervals which possessed her with complete fulfillment.Sammy rose over the woman he was fucking, pressed her hips forcefully down onto Brent’s cock and held her there. He began to stroke her ass. Annie squeaked around her mouthful of cock and then she bent her head, blew hard and then sucked hard. Landon groaned and bucked beneath her suctioning mouth, grasping her head and pumping up at her, thrusting into her throat which worked around the end of his cock. Suddenly Landon spasmed and his whole body arched, raising his ass off the floor and Annie’s sucking head with it. Sammy abruptly crushed her down onto Brent’s cock. He thrust into her pierced ass and began to come himself. His orgasm was quick and violent. Annie lifted her mouth off Landon’s cock, drooling down his legs a glistening line of cum or spittle or both. Lassitude made her motions fluid, like she was drunk or high or floating in a cloud of sexual nirvana. She reached for a towel but Chris grabbed it and he wiped her face. She pointed to a beer bottle and Chris handed her that. Behind her, Sammy pulled free of her ass. He flopped over, away from the tangled bodies below him and sat on his ass, a contented, slightly amazed grin on his face. He staggered to his feet and went to the bathroom. Annie tried to sip from the beer bottle but could not get it tipped enough. Landon rolled away and crawled to a chair, up and into it with such effort it looked like he was near death. Certainly his heart had stopped a time or two, I guessed. I looked at Chris. “Ass or mouth?” I asked. Chris pointed at her ass. Annie was tilting the beer from the side, took a mouth full, swished and swallowed. She repeated it and then extended her arm with the bottle clutched in her hand. Landon leaned out and took it from her. She got to her knees, pulling her pussy off Brent’s still stout cock and then settling back down on it, filling her body with him again. She sighed, bent her face and kissed him. The kissed turned immediately passionate. Brent grasped the cheeks of her narrow ass and lifted her nearly limp body up and then pressed her down onto him again. Her wobbly legs helped. After a few strokes, she lifted her head and looked at Chris, kneeling behind him. “Airtight again.” Annie said softly. Then she turned to kiss Brent again. Chris took a wash cloth and wiped her, cleaning her as best he could then applied fresh lube. His cock was pale white with a pink helmet. He got to his knees behind Annie’s ass. He pressed his cock to her gaping asshole and she seemed to suck him in. She raised her head, moaning as he entered her. She lifted her ass, pushing it onto the cock till she was perfectly impaled by the prick above and barely possessing the head of the dick below. Then she moved her body down onto Brent’s cock. Unlike Sammy, Chris held still while Annie fucked herself on her two cocks; back and forth with increasing speed till she was throwing her ass back and then pounding it down. Finally, Chris grasped her hips and allowed her to descend off his cock but then slammed it back into her ass, fixing her tightly onto Brent’s cock, locking her between two cocks. Annie shrieked with the penetration and thrashed between them, finally getting control of her body enough to kiss Brent. I patted Chris on the ass, touching one of the guys for the first time. He did not notice. “Fuck her, I have to go make a quick call to see if I have to go.” I have to admit, what I wanted was to present Annie with a cock coated with female cum again, for some reason that turned me on. Sammy emerged from the bathroom and stood watching the double penetration while glancing at the TV. Landon sat on the easy chair, head back, eyes closed, trashed. I took that moment to leave. I rounded the bookshelf and found Mrs. Rossini crouching there. “Come on.” I whispered and pulled her around the corner and up the stairs. Her eyes were wild. Once I got the door closed, I whispered. “You have to leave, drive somewhere and come back in half an hour. She did not hear me. “I want that! I want that! Please, Sonny, fuck me.” She pulled me tight to her and kissed me. My cock was plenty hard. I lifted her nighty, crouched and entered her. She almost screamed but I covered her mouth with mine and muffled the shriek with a complex kiss. I bumped into her and her ass hit the door, making it echo. I had what I wanted, even if she didn’t. I pulled free. “Natasha, I promise you, I will get this for you.””Everything?” She hissed. “I want it all. All of you . . . ” she hesitated but then closed her eyes, “god help me even Brent. Gawd I want my son to fuck me!” She whispered but anyone upstairs could have heard the stage whisper, even out to the kitchen. “You have to leave. No one is going to be able to finish you tonight and you do not want us tired. I promise you, dear Natasha, if you want what you just saw, we will give that to you. But we will want something in return.” I put a hand on her breast and squeezed it. Her eyes closed for a moment. “What do you want from me?” She whispered, then her eyes opened and searched my face. I grinned my most impish, ornery grin. “We want you to take pleasure from fucking us. Think of what we can do to make you cum like you have never cum before and we’ll do that but you will be airtight at some point. And you will take us all.”For a moment we were both still, silent. I squeezed her breast. “Enter me again, now.” She hissed. “I have to go, I am missing my blow job and Annie needs to be airtight.” But I entered her again. She was sloshing wet. I felt liquid up on my stomach as I pushed into her. Natasha sighed as I slid home. Her eyes opened. “There. Deal. Airtight and I give you my favorite fantasy. I may have more but I want to suck every cock and then fuck every cock one right after the other.” She kissed me and pushed at my chest. “There. Go make her airtight. And Sonny, that was the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Watching another woman have that sort of pleasure . . . my gawd I was so turned on. Curse you for not taking me again!” She smiled and waved, “Go.” I pulled out of her pussy and opened the door. “Be quiet on your way out.” I hissed and then trotted down stairs. Annie’s grunting reached me. She was being fucked Sammy-fashion. Chris was stuffed into her from behind and her body was slapping back and forth between him and Brent’s tall cock below her. Sammy was on the couch watching and Landon had roused. “Everything okay?” Landon asked.”I need to go in about twenty. I’ll take Annie home.”She turned her head at the sound of her name but continued to fuck and grunt. I moved quickly to her side and lay down. She twisted and reached for my cock but the moment she touched it her head came up and she glared at me, but it was the piercing stare of amazement, curiosity or perhaps confusion. She began to clean my cum-coated cock. She licked me like I was a popsicle, and my cock twitched. When I was clean, she stopped to glare at me again then took me into her mouth. All the while Christ and Brent were fucking her and she was grunting as the strokes touched her. Something about having a cock in her mouth incited her arousal and as soon as she managed to get the head of my cock firmly into her throat, her body began to shake with another orgasm. She wrapped an arm around my waist as she shook and sucked at the same time which is an amazing feat. Then Chris began to come into her ass, bucking at her ass over and over again as he filled her rear cavity. Then Brent lifted both of them and slammed Annie’s pussy hard down onto his cock and then he arched his back and came into her, filling her again. She responded with a series of mini-orgasms, twitches and jolts while keeping her mouth full of my cock. She continued to suck me while Chris withdrew from her ass. He cleaned them both before leaving to the bathroom. Annie then pulled free of Brent’s now maudlin monster and crouched over my legs. Brent got heavily to his feet. “Get Annie a shirt she can wear, Brent. I did not bring her anything to wear home.” I said through clinched teeth. He nodded and padded upstairs, naked. I supposed Mrs. Rossini was gone. If not, he was liable to get fucked by his mother which would happen eventually anyway. Annie pulled her mouth off my cock and crawled up my body, she fit her pussy over my cock and dropped down on me. What had once been tight and snug was now spacious and soupy. She seemed a much bigger woman from the inside than what I saw before me. I took hold of her ass and pulled her onto my cock hard and firm. Annie grunted and lay down on me. I rolled her onto her back and she flung her arms out beside her head and closed her eyes. I began to fuck her, pounding into her, seeking some semblance of tightness that would hold me but she was stretched and flooded. Then she opened her eyes and I imagined taking her in the middle of the night, taking her by surprise, tying her and fucking her in the darkness while she came and came. The very idea summoned my orgasm nearer. Then I thought of the MILFs each one and what I knew about them and the pleasure we could bring them and suddenly I was coming, pounding Annie with complete abandon. Her legs wrapped around me and her hands grasped my shoulders, pulling them to her as I filled her one last time. Spent, I lay still on top of her while the other guys began to clean up, lighting candles and spraying room deodorant around us. I just dozed, completely spent. Annie did not move either. Finally Brent nudged us with his foot. “Get up. I need to get this stuff into the washer before mom comes home. Dad is out of town but I . . . don’t know what she would think if she found a bunch of cum covered stuff in the wash.” I had a pretty good idea. I rolled off Annie and stood up without expressing my opinion. The other guys were dressed already. I felt conspicuous, standing with my half-hard cock dripping on Annie. Brent tossed me a clean towel and I wiped myself down. I got another and cleaned Annie off. She finally roused and put on her skirt and the shirt Brent offered her which was big enough to be a skirt, an Oakland Raiders shirt with the number ’69’ and the name ‘Headhunter’ on it. I was too tired to laugh. I dressed and Annie came over and stood beside me. She slipped her arm around my waist and laid her head on my shoulder. “Annie agreed to let us practice on her in exchange for something she wants.””I thought she liked this.” “I did. Fuck but I did.” Annie said, not opening her eyes. “She is going to let me know when Sid is gone. She wants someone to sneak into her house in the middle of the night and fuck her.””**** me.” Annie said. She lifted her head and looked around. “I want to be taken with all due v******e.” She did not sound Chinese at all in that moment but the mastery of language comes and goes with the mood till it becomes second nature. “I want to be taken.” She said again, then closed her eyes and put her head back on my shoulder. Her arm tightened around my waist and her body melded to mine and I felt an anticipatory shudder lance through her. “One of us will go do that sometime. I told her at least once. Maybe more. She will tell me when she is going to be home alone and one of these nights one of us will sneak into her house and give her what she wants. Everyone okay with that?”The guys all nodded. They were too tired to read any special interest in anyone’s reaction so I set that aside. We said goodnight and I drove Chris and Annie back to their houses and homes. Chris got out and walked tiredly to his door. Annie sat for a moment in the front seat beside me. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. “You have me.” She whispered. “I want you to do something for me, Annie. I want you to be sure to tell Laura about this night. Everything. Will you do that?” Annie nodded. She got out and I headed home. I had not exactly shared the MILF list yet but I had managed to get us to share a woman. That was something! We needed to know how to make a woman airtight. Now we were ready, it was time for the MILFs!

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