Sharing the MILF List Ch. 01

byContrasting©

"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 raped 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 draped 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."

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