Sharing the MILF List Ch. 05

The silence was nearly evanescent. "What is this I hear about you writing something and putting it up on Amazon?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. When Brent changed the subject, it usually meant he was fine with whatever had been discussed, not the other way around like most other folks. He usually did not avoid things but ran them over with a truck, the subtle bastard. At least he wasn't talking about Literotica. "Oh, well, nothing much." I said.

"Nothing much, like hell? I started The Pleasure Contracts number 1 last night and it is fucking great! Medium McClusky, where did you come up with that?"

Whatever, I thought. "My wife suggested it." I grunted sarcastically. I sort of wished I had not mentioned it. The Pleasure Contracts were great but now I had to deal with this idea that I was an author on Amazon but at least I had deflected them from reading about their mothers on Literotica.com! "Well, it is my first attempt. With all this experience in hand, I had to do something with it." I felt like a shit, lying to my friends but I would make it right later. "Listen, I have to get going. Seven-thirty; I'll be at your house and you at mine. Make sure you leave the back door open."

"What are you thinking?"

I chuckled to myself, thinking of what Sam the Bam would have been thinking, thinking it myself.

"When Annie said she wanted us all to . . . ." Brent said, "what exactly did my mom say about that?"

"She said she wanted just what Annie wanted." I returned. "Call me when you leave my house. If things go well, I should need to talk to you afterwards so I'll just wait for you outside your house."

Silence. Then, "Okay. Seven-thirty." Brent hung up.

I have to confess, the rest of the day dragged. I think I looked at the time on my phone twenty times before it finally read seven o'clock so I could leave campus. I was in the car driving when my phone rang. I pulled over and answered it. It was Brent.

"Mom's home, just puttering." Brent said softly. "I am at your house. I thought I would go early and surprise her a little. Your mom, I mean. You still okay with this?"

"You okay with fucking your own mom?" I shot back, "because that is what this is all leading to. Don't waste yourself on Cici Duncan completely because Sasha Rossini is likely to need a little of your attention."

"Okay." He said but his voice quavered. "Shit, there she is. I love your mother, Sonny. See you at my house when I am done!"

I heard the unmistakable tone of anticipation in his voice and the taut shimmer of anxiety. I felt it too.

I arrived in the Rossini neighborhood and parked over and down a street or two. I went to the neighbors behind their house and slipped up their drive and through the hedge to get into the Rossini's backyard. In the dimness of twilight, I waited. Mrs. Rossini sat in their living room, 'puttering' as Brent said it. The TV was on and she wore a robe over sweats, sipped from a wine glass and was browsing on her I-Pad. I wondered if she was reading The Pleasure Contracts? Wouldn't that have been a bomb, particularly if she heard the lie I was the author! I laughed but even with the lie, I felt exposed. What would she think if she read that and understood I thought it was fucking great, even if I didn't write it? What a world we live in!

I waited about twenty minutes before she clicked off the TV, drained the wine and disappeared back into the bowels of the sprawling ranch house. I dashed around the perimeter of the yard, keeping to the shadows. Last thing I wanted was some neighbor calling the cops and forcing Sasha to explain why a friend of her son's had his pants off in her house. In the gloom under the eaves I waited, watching. I studied the windows I could see and saw neither movement nor light. I could not wait too long or she could return. Finally I felt safe and slipped in the back door, easing past the dining room table before taking off my shoes and padding silently down the hall. I heard the shower before I got to the master bedroom door. Over the clatter of the falling water, I could hear Natasha Rossini singing in the shower. I chortled to myself but with amazement; who knew the woman could sing like that? Her smoky voice carried the tune of 'Waterfalls' or whatever it was called, perfectly and sweetly. She was a fucking nightingale or, to be precise, was about to be.

I padded into the closet. I immediately saw what I hoped my hopped up memory told me I would find; six different fuzzy robes of varying colors. I pulled the belts out of four of them. I found a couple scarves I knew she wore from time to time. I then reached up and unscrewed the light bulb enough to make it go off. The shower fell silent though Sasha continued to hum into the stark silence. I skittered out into the hall, leaving the door half open as I found it. I waited, my heart thundering and my cock high and tight.

Mrs. Rossini emerged from the bath, her hair wrapped up with a towel and her nude body glistening with the heat of her finished shower. I watched from the dark. She massaged her breasts with one hand and the other squeezed her shapely ass. She glanced around the room and then penetrated the dark walk-in closet. As soon as she disappeared into the gloom, I moved. I danced across the room on my stocking feet and peered quickly round the edge of the door.

Natasha stood with her bare back and ass to me, peering into the darkness, hands on her hips. I put one of the robe ties in my teeth, dropped everything else and moved. She screamed when my arm closed around her waist but then I put a hand over her mouth. I tried to whisper but having the sash in my teeth changed my voice and made it seem way more ominous and sinister than I had intended. I guess I thought she would recognize my voice immediately and she would know what was happening. That was not what happened.

"Be silent and don't move!" I grunted through my gritted teeth, never expecting her to obey. She tensed but did not scream.

One of her elbows crunched back at me and I yelped but through my teeth which made the sound emerge as a growl. I had pulled her nude body back against mine and so she had little room to operate, so her elbow only grazed my ribs. She stamped at one of my bare feet but I felt the shift of her weight and avoided her move. I pulled her back and twisted, making her stumble. Her weight hit my arm and we toppled because my balance was off as well as hers. She fell forward onto her hands and knees for just a moment before I collapsed onto her back and crushed her to the floor, half in the closet and half out.

I still had the sash in my teeth. I got astride her thighs and pulled first one arm and then the other behind her. She struggled but I bound her wrists securely together, but not too tight. We were in the dark; I could see nothing in the mirror on her open door. Night had fallen.

Once her arms were bound, she lay still, panting.

"What do you want?" She asked, her voice taut with stress and my weight on her back as I leaned past her to grab one of the scarves just beyond the door. She turned her head and saw what I was reaching for and renewed her struggle. I locked and arm across her neck and down her chest so I could control her but not hurt her and she relented. Maybe it was the firm hold I had on her breast. I lowered her back to the carpet and slowly worked the blindfold around her head and over her eyes. I tied it in place.

"What do you want?" She asked again, but her voice trembled a bit.

I moved off one leg and pressed it wide with my knee. When I touched her ass, she flinched. I ran my hand down the crease of her ass and back up to her waist.

"Oh, oh okay. I won't fight you. Honest. Just don't hurt me. Take me or whatever you want. I promise, I won't tell anyone. Fuck me if you want. I'll fuck you as long as you like so long as you promise not to hurt me!"

"Shhhhh!" I hissed but I was heartened and impressed. Mrs. Rossini was thinking clearly despite the perceived threat. I lightened my touch and caressed her between the legs. She widened her free leg and lifted her hips a little. When I touched the low end of her slit, she groaned.

"Oh my gawd!" She groaned. "Oh shit, please, please!"

I noted she did not say please what. I reached for the other scarf and she seemed to know what I was thinking.

"I won't scream, I promise. Don't gag me, please. Fuck me if you want and I will be quiet. I promise. Really! Oh please don't gag me! I'll suck your cock! I love sucking cock and I can feel you have a great cock! I can't suck you if you gag me."

I shivered. My cock was so hard I thought I would blow all over her bare thigh, well, in my slacks, really but if not for them, on her once they were gone. That confused thought told me it was time to get naked.

I got to my knees and unbuckled my belt. The noise seemed unnaturally loud in the confines of her dark closet.

"Oh gawd." Sasha sighed.

I got to my feet and moved so I was not touching her. I unzipped my pants, drawing the fly down so slowly that it made my cock twitch. It sounded unnaturally loud in the cloying closeness of her closet.

"Oh no, please don't hurt me!"

I studied her ass in the dimness. I liked how the shadows made it look lush and full, accenting its curves and the crevice which pointed to her pussy. I removed my pants and tossed them into the bedroom. Mrs. Rossini did not move. I pulled my briefs down and pulled my tee over my head. I tossed both noiselessly into the bedroom. With one foot, I pushed her legs apart, forming an inviting V on the floor. I got to my knees between her legs and pulled up on her hips. She shifted and helped me lift her body. When I ran a hand between her legs, she sighed and her hips bucked a bit, the slightest twitch. Then my fingers touched her pussy.

I was shocked. She was running wet. Unless she peed herself, she was more excited than I had any right to expect. I sniffed it and smelled pussy, pure pleading pussy and no hint of anything else. The woman was aroused. I ran a knuckle up her furrow and she groaned and her body pressed back against me, like a flirt on a crowded bus.

I pulled her hips up and spread her thighs. She got to her knees, balancing on one shoulder and her turned head. I put a fingertip to her pussy and pressed into her.

"Oh yesssssss!" She hissed as my finger entered her.

For a moment, I thought of fucking her right then but her earlier offer had captured my imagination. I moved away from her.

"What? What's wrong? Aren't you going to fuck me?" Her voice sounded like an entirely different woman. She hunched and shifted, raising her ass higher. The action was clear, even to me in the dark. "Please, you cannot imagine what I am feeling. I am tied up in my own bedroom and all I want it for you to fuck me! I have fantasized about this for so long and here it is and . . . oh gawd, are you still there? You have to fuck me! Put your cock into my wanton body and make me erupt. I am so lit up, I'll go off like a cannon! Hello?"

I was so amazed at what the woman was saying, I barely breathed. My cock was pulsing, hard as glass and ready to be shoved into her but I had other plans. I hoped my sisters were not going to be home for a long, long time and that Mom knew it. I was good with missing school tomorrow!

I bent over and lifted Sasha by each shoulder, standing her up on her knees. I helped her to her feet where she swayed, pushing back against me, her fingers tickling along my hip. When she felt my cock against her bare buttock, she pressed her ass back against me. I put my hands on her waist and, with great efforts and plenty of reluctance, separated our bodies.

"You want me! I can feel your cock. Put it into me! Please, I want it, honest I do. I am so turned on I cannot stand it!"

I shook my head, still unwilling to speak and risk giving her a clue who was about to fuck her. I gave her a small shove and then guided her out of the closet towards the bed. Her legs hit the edge and she sighed and lifted a knee and started to get aboard the bed. I restrained her and pressed her down, pushing on her shoulders till she understood and got to her knees. She felt me move around her, my thighs brushing her shoulders and my fingers trailing along her back and neck. When I sat down, a knee to each side of her body, she lifted her head and opened her mouth. With one hand I guided her slowly to the end of my cock. The dimness of the room outlined her body. My cock bumped against her chin and she moaned. Her tongue emerged from between her lips and she licked my cock. I almost collapsed right then. She kissed the head then her tongue slathered around the slick fluid shining on my cock head.

Sasha shifted her body and moved into a better position, her nude body arched between my legs. She began to suck on my cock, making small up and down motions while taking it slowly deeper and deeper into her mouth. When I felt the back of her throat, she pulled off and slicked up and down the shaft a time or two. She took a big breath and then pressed her mouth far down onto my cock. I felt the trap at the back of her mouth and then my cockhead was in her throat and still she pressed down, blowing hard through her nose and sucking as she descended. When I felt her lips at the base of my cock I groaned, a rasping barely --human sound. She echoed that groan and then she began to do something I simply could not describe. Her mouth hummed and her tongue slashed at me while she sucked and twisted her head. Ten seconds of that and all my resolve to come later erupted. I spewed into her mouth.

I should have blacked out, should have flopped back onto the bed but I feared she would take that as an opportunity to clock me, somehow. I planted my hands behind me and stayed up right, watching her as best I could as she sucked the remainder of my cum out of me. As I pulsed into her mouth initially, Sasha pulled off me and sucked what remained down her throat. The rippling feel of her throat had set me off and still she hummed, pulling every bit of cum from me.

When I finally quit, ending the stream of cum coursing down her throat, Sasha sat back on her heels, balancing precariously.

"How was that?" She asked, her voice husky and low. "I love to suck cock! But I love to fuck just as much. Did you like that? Was it okay?"

Despite the craziness of the question, I could still hear the edge of fear in her voice. For several minutes I did not move or speak. Finally, able to move and speak, I rose, moving around her to stand behind her. I lifted her to her feet and turned her around. Finally, I confronted her marvelous breasts. Despite my original plan, I kissed them, all over them, each in turn, licking and kissing each one while she stood swaying before me. Finally my ministrations got to her and she groaned and shifted her body to follow my lips with her nipple.

"Shit that feels good! Oh fuck, mister. Oh, oh fuck!" Sasha sighed as I kissed her breasts.

I pulled back and she shivered, twisting her body to put one breast forward. I avoided the thrust and pushed her onto the bed. She sat and made to lie down. I let her and left her draped on the edge of the bed, her legs splayed open to me. I got two of the sashes and wrapped one around her left calf. She tried to sit up.

"What are you doing!"

I tied it off and then attached the other end to the leg of the metal bed. I repeated the process on the other leg which effectively fixed her legs open, her ass hooked on the edge of the bed. I looked at her, bound to the bed, her arms behind her and I got hard, really, really hard. I decided I could stand the idea of eating her after I put my cock into her cunt. I pushed into her a ways. She grunted and dropped awkwardly onto her back and her bound arms. When I pulled free of her clasping pussy she cried out and flexed her ass up at me; the lips of her gushing pussy glistened and swelled in the half-light.

The control for the TV lay beside her on the bed. I turned it on and muted it. The light flickered over her form and I had a better idea. I found the other sash and went around the bed and got onto it behind her. She felt me before I lifted her. She sat up with difficulty.

"I won't fight you." She said, her voice a soft reassuring tone. "Please, take what you want and go. I promise not to fight or call the police or anything. Honest. Oh please believe me. Ohhhh! I am so excited, I know I'll come hard if you fuck me hard . . . if that is what you want. I'd suck you again, though. If you want. Whatever you want, just fuck me!"

My hand reached around her torso and caressed her huge breasts, pressing them against her body and twisting the nipples. She sagged back against me as I toyed with her pliant body. I grinned. I truly thought she did not know who I was.

I got off the bed and untied her wrists so that the sash was only tied to one. She sighed but then squeaked when I pulled them over her head, yanking her back, flat onto the bed. I tied her wrists together again and pulled them back over her head. She grunted. I crawled under the bed and found a support leg and tied her to it. Now she was stretched across her bed with her knees tied apart, her arms bound together and pulled over her head. I moved around the bed and knelt between her legs.

"Oh shit! Oh gawd, oh fuck! Really? Really? Are you going to eat me? Oh yes, please do that! Please do that! I'll do anything you want if you eat me. Oh fucking hell!"

I ran my tongue up her slit, very lightly and Sasha Rossini came with a huge squeal. Her body bucked and her legs flexed against the ties on her legs, her thighs closed on my face. Her hips bounded off the bed and quaked. I sat back out of the way and watched the climax consume her. Without trying very hard, I had made her come.

I have to confess, I felt pride at that accomplishment. The woman was panting and gasping.

"Oh loving gawd, you made me come just like that!" She blathered. "I cannot believe it! I have never come like that before! Geezus gawd, you are making me come in my own bedroom! You just touched me with your tongue and I went off like a wonderful rocket! Oh heavens! What . . . " She panted then, pausing. "What do I call you? What shall I call you when you fuck me? I want to call you by name but that would be stupid, right? I get that. What are you going to do next? Oh. Oh? Ohhhhhh!"

I began to kiss up one thigh towards her pussy which silenced the stream of commentary for a bit. I kissed up the other thigh which seemed to turn her on again, both her body and her commentary.

"Oh I promise not to tell anyone if you make me come again. You cannot tell anyone else either, though. Gawddamn, you make me so hot! I want your cock but your tongue will do. I have dreamed of being raped like this for so long and you exceed my imagination. You are so gentle so . . . . "

I touched my tongue to her pussy to stop that train of thought; she might get suspicious and who was she likely to think of first? I licked her cunt from top to bottom several times before going in search for her clit through the hair around her pussy. I found the little button which made her clinch and jump. I pulled at it with my lips till I had a good hold then I began to suck at it, gently and softly. Above me, I heard Sasha cooing. Her body surged up at me and her legs strained wider. Her hips flexed and pressed her pussy against my mouth in compliant invitation. For a moment I was unclear who was raping who.

I made a spear of my tongue and entered her, thrusting deep into her. Mrs. Rossini shrieked and her whole body convulsed again. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and rode her body with my mouth and face, pressing her back to the bed over and over again. I ate her to climax after climax till my jaw began to tire and I think I may have sprained my tongue. Finally I fixed my lips to her pussy and sucked and licked and finally, nipped at her pussy which set her off again. This time, the orgasm ran through her body and continued to affect her for several minutes.