Sharing the MILF List Ch. 13

Suddenly, seeing again as though my eyes were once closed and I suddenly discerned that and opened them, I saw Laura pressed against the door, her eyes wide, her mouth open watching me ravage my mother, plunging into her over and over again. Mom grunted as I rammed her pussy with my unbending cock. Her body responded and we began to squish as I slammed home into her. Her fluid splashed us, drenching her ass and my abdomen, running down her legs and mine. The cool feeling of her effluence thrilled me and I drilled her harder. She panted and suddenly her hips convulsed, a motion that I felt conclude deep inside her body. She consummated the seizure, her pussy grasping and rippling around me while I shortened the strokes. I felt her body respond to the violence. I felt her breathing change, then stop altogether. She held still, shivering, her whole body quaking as I pounded her. Her hips twitched under my hands, her back arched and then, timed to my homeward blow, she released her energy and hammered her ass back at me as I pummeled into her. She rolled her hips and met my stroke and cried out as I sank down through her tingling, taut, and pulsing pussy. She bucked, she howled once, a scream of ecstasy I am sure anyone in the store must have heard. Then she was coming, each stroke ramming into her convulsing pussy seemed to drive a new surge of pleasure through her. She was suddenly overcome. Her knees buckled, her body sagged and I was holding her up at the edge of the table. I pulled out of her and she had to grab hold once more to keep from sliding off onto the floor.

I turned my swathed cock towards Laura.

The blond woman stared at me, her eyes wide with a sort of fascinated fright, horrified by the violence I unleashed on my own mother but jealous and fascinated by turns. She stared for a moment but then tremulously she got to her knees, looking up at me. She took tentative hold of my cock, opened her mouth and touched the end of my cock with her tongue. The sensation electrified me. I groaned. She groaned and closed her eyes. Round and round the swollen crown her tongue swirled. With incredible control, the woman moved down the cock, her tongue never stopping only slowing as she took more and more cock into her mouth. Then her full lips closed on the shaft and she sucked, hard. I felt the suction, it pulled Laura onto my cock. She sucked it deep into her mouth and then deeper into her throat. She went still. Only her lips seemed to throb on the base of my shaft.

I heard my mother stir behind me. She got up and was behind me, a steaming hot presence, nude from the waist up. Laura's mouth pulsed on my cock, the suction and the snort of her exhalations from her nostrils thrilled me. Mother pressed her great tits against my back. She lifted up my shirt and hugged her tits to me again, bare skin on bare skin. She reached around me and pressed her body to me, shifting back and forth to obtain a little pleasurable friction on her nipples. Releasing me, she moved around and presented me her lips. With my cock in Laura's mouth, I kissed Cici Duncan. Mom's hand felt down my belly to the base of my cock while I kissed her. Mom nearly swooned. I had to wrap an arm around her narrow waist, clasping one cheek of her ass and steadying her swaying, body with it. She clung to me, her mouth open, her lips moving but not speaking, her tongue quested deep. I kissed her hard and then tore my mouth loose from her to take a breast into my mouth. I wanted to come but I wanted something else more.

I released Mom's breast and pushed her gently back. She moaned, then sighed,swaying, cock drunk, come drunk, sex drunk. Her eyes glazed with passion and lust, fired by the sight of her son's cock in her friend's sucking mouth—such was my interpretation of the groggy image she presented. "Laura. Go bring my sister here. Go find them. Bring her here." I said, my voice was tight with arousal.

Mrs. Wills expelled my cock from her mouth and then nodded, eyes alight. She looked up at me and then took hold of my cock once more and sucked it deep again for just an instant, leaving a lingering sensation of pressure, heat, and a woman's lust spangled throughout my body. She got carefully to her feet, carefully opened the door and backed out of sight.

"You can't fuck her." Mom whispered.

I turned on her so suddenly she shrank back. "Why would I fuck her when I have you?"

"She is your sister. Something new." Mom said, almost asking, suggesting. Then she smiled with pleasure at my statement, the meaning arriving late to her dazed brain. I noted a hint of interest in her tone and it seemed to verify the suspicion. My mother arranged this and she knew what she was doing. What I did not know was why she was doing it. I imagined my sister sucking my cum from my mother and I felt an incredible shiver run through me, a current of anticipation and wonder that I could witness such a thing. Tapping on the door alerted me and I got behind it.

"Cici? Are you there?" It was Laura. My mother answered and the door opened. Cici's daughter, my sister came into the room close behind Laura. "It is getting crowded out there. You have to be silent." Laura said, her face drawn.

I moved in behind Laura and closed my hands over her breasts. She squeaked. I bent her forward and then lifted up the little pink skirt. She squeaked when I entered her, an arm around her waist. I bent her forward to slide my cock into her.

Dalia backed against the far wall, eyes fixed on Laura while I fucked her from behind. Laura rocked back on her heels as I withdrew and then onto her toes as I ran my cock into her slick pussy. She groaned and shifted her ass back and forth. The feel of the twin arches of her little ass shifting against me was just wonderful. She cooed and I repented of the pleasure I was giving her. I pulled out of the blond woman and she flopped forward like I had extracted her spine with my hard cock. She staggered, almost bent double, gasping and panting. She went to her knees.

I rounded on Mom. She shrank back, her eyes wide, excited, eager but frightened. I grabbed one wrist and pulled her forward. "On your back." I hissed urgently and then like the gentleman I am, I helped her lay down on the thick carpet. She went to her knees and rolled onto her back. She looked over her head at her daughter above her head, tipping up her head, exposing her neck and lifting her bare breasts up to me. She deliberately lifted her black skirt away from her pussy. I got to my knees between her open legs. Mom's eyes returned to me and I touched her pussy with my cock. She sighed and twitched but otherwise waited. I bent over her semi-nude form and began to screw my cock into her body. She lifted her hips, sheathing most of my cock into her. I shoved my cock into my mother's accommodating body. I bent over her further, took a breast in my mouth and sucked hard. I moved to the inside slope and marked her. She keened as I bruised her white flesh. She grunted when I released her then keened again while I marked the other breast. Then I lifted my ass and rammed down, hammering her to the rough carpet. She groaned and her legs lifted, knees bent, laying her calves along my hips and pulling at me, encouraging the cock in her to give her more pleasure.

"Fuck me, Sonny." My mother groaned. "Fuck your mother. Make me come some more!"

I hesitated just to be a butt. Mom's hips pulsed, dragging her clit across the arch of my cock buried in her. Her hips pumped back and forth under me. I looked up at my sister, watching me fuck our mother. Her eyes shone, one hand cupped one of her breasts over the white fuzzy sweater and the other covered her mouth. On straight arms, I hammered my mum, plunging into her over and over, rasping her pussy with the length of my cock. As I shafted into her, mom would quiver and keen, converting the sound into a satisfied grunt when I hit bottom. Her hips would lift and bump a time or two before I began to retreat, her clasping pussy pulled at me and refused my exit which only pulled more pleasure from the contact. Twice I crushed a tiny orgasm out of her. Her breathing caught the first time and her hips bounced up at me, stopping at the top of the arch while I ground against her. I pulled out of her and her pussy tried to follow my cock but she was arched as high as she could get. I hammered her ass to the floor. Mom moaned and shuddered with a little orgasm. I lay on her, shifting my hips and stirring her sloshing pussy with my hard cock. The second time she quaked into a whole new round of pleasure, her body shook and her legs locked onto me, her heels hooked on my thighs. The next thing I knew I was coming, pouring my cum deep into her furrow. My mother caught the feeling and she pulsed underneath me, shoving me high over and over again, grunting with her climax while I filled her. Her ass pulsed up at me over and over again.

All the time my eyes were on my sister, my head back so I could look up at her. I wanted to watch her as I came, if I could keep my eyes open. I wanted to see her, watch her while she watched me penetrate our mother, pounding our mutual pussy with my cock. Dalia studied us avidly. She put a finger into her mouth and sucked it. Her eyes shone and her hips moved back and forth, fucking the thought with their motion.

Laura struggled to her feet, looking back and forth between us. My orgasm raged and I ground my hips between my mother's open legs. Mom grunted and moaned as I came into her, smashing her plush body against the floor with emphatic strokes. My eyes never left Dalia but hers never met mine. She swept the vision before her, catching every detail. She finally spoke.

"Holy mother of god." She whispered. "That is incredible." She shook her head once, flinging her hair across her face. "I never saw anyone fuck before." She breathed. "My brother. My mother. Oh holy fuck. I am so, so . . . " She could not finish she was so breathless.

I collapsed, from the orgasm that had subsided and from fatigue. I lay on my mother's body, nearly unconscious for a while. Mom grunted and fought for breath, her body glued to me with her own juices and from our blended desire. I got to my knees and staggered up to my feet. "Suck it." I pointed down. My sister immediately got to her knees but Laura, unaware of Dalia's motion, beat her too me. She licked and sucked and took me into her mouth. I stared at Dalia on her knees, her face a mask of desire and fear. She stared, her eyes on the bobbing blond woman who robbed her of her obvious intent. Her eyes rose up to mine, hard and irate but then they softened into a sort of plea. They said, "I am your sister, let me!"

I felt the thrill of her desire but my mantra, "the MILFs go first" together with the knowledge of my plans for the rest of the day kept my cock in Laura's mouth. That, and the desire to take my time with my sister, to enjoy taking her, to savor penetrating her and feeling her climax while I pumped her full of cock over and over again. I felt the luscious delay, the denial that I had been giving to Laura and I understood her lust for it, the love of it. The orgasm left me silly-putty soft but still somewhat erect. That made the conscious decision to leave my sister watching easier but not easy, mind you. I could feel the desire to fuck Dalia tripled by the sure knowledge that once I took one of my sisters they would all open their legs for me. Laura sucked at my cock till I resumed an erection, more or less. Then I pulled away, pulling my slacks up—I had not fully stripped. The flash of passion left me weak. The desire for my sister zinged through me, singeing me and my cock, coated with Laura's loving passion swelled to a new, inspired erection. I was so proud. Never did I think I could come so much, so well and so often!

"Suck her. Eat her, Laura. Eat my mother and make her come." My voice rasped. I felt drained, translucent.

Laura hesitated but then looked at Dalia. Dalia nodded but finally spoke. "Yes." She breathed. "I want to see that. Please. Make her come for us."

I had rightly figured my sister for a voyeur. Her eyes shown and she stood. She leaned on the wall, hands on her body but she exhibited no further inclination to join in, despite the musky proximity of our coupling. Laura moved over beside me and got to her elbows. She kissed and licked my mother's pussy and then sucked on it, driving her tongue deep into mom's well, searching out the ropes and pools of our cum. Mom bucked and her arms flapped, trying to find something to grasp. One hand found Dalia's ankle and locked onto it like an anchor hooked in rocks. Dalia stared at the hand, the content seeming to startle her. She shivered. Laura sucked hard, kissing and licking my mother's gaping cunt. Mom gurgled and grunted with waves of increasing intensity. Moments later she bucked through a new orgasm. Laura continued eating her. Mom continued coming, over and over again. I looked up at Dalia after the first one subsided in Mom's body. I watched Dalia through the succeeding orgasms and finally she met my eyes. The glitter in her eyes died and she hissed at me but I did not take it personally. She opened the door and slipped out. Laura reached up and locked the door behind her.

Laura had not removed her dress. She stood back looking at Mom who breathed through the aftermath of a very good series of orgasms. Laura suddenly pressed her hands between legs. Her chin lifted and her eyes closed and she shook hard for a minute or two. When her eyes opened, she looked immediately at me. "Three." She said, a wry smile on her full lips. "Three times I came today."

Mom finally opened her eyes and in the dank, smell of the changing room, she got dressed. Cum dribbled down her legs and since she wore no panties, despite Laura's best efforts, she still bubbled and oozed like a natural spring. When she was more or less rearranged, she noticed the purple blouse. She looked impishly at me and peeled the white sweater off of her huge breasts. She pulled on the translucent purple and with some difficulty, buttoned it up. The buttons gapped, showing plenty of white skin. The one over her cleavage clearly revealed twin bruises on the bunched slopes of her breasts. She looked at me and smiled a tight grin. "I believe I'll take this one." She said.

We three exchanged glances. I thought for the first time of Chris. I wondered what I would see on his face but then considered the likelihood that my sister had indeed sucked his cock. I half smiled. Nonetheless I looked at my mother. "You have to fuck Chris." I said.

She glanced at Laura who dropped her eyes. "I know." Mom said. "Whenever he wants. I'll fuck all of your friends." Then she did something that made my cock throb and I wanted to fuck her again. She put a finger under Laura's chin, lifted it and kissed her very lightly but fully on the lips, tongue and all. For several long moments they engaged in their foreplay afterward, a curious backwards version of it. When their mouths parted, my mother gazed intently into Laura's cowed eyes. "I am going to fuck your son, Mrs. Wills. We will fuck you too, if you like."

Laura, the dear, glanced at me and when I gave her no clue, she just nodded.

Mom kissed her again on the lips and then looked at me. "We best go. I expect we have worn out our welcome."

Giving them cash helped, nearly two grand. I tipped the young fellow, my age or older a bit. His eyes were a mixture of confused erotic jealousy and professional disapprobation. The hundred dollar bill I pressed under his hand "for your trouble" seemed to resolve the conflict because he smiled and said, "anytime, we uh, enjoyed your business." His grin lost all confusion and for a moment we shared a sympatico. "Anytime." He said again.

Mom and Dalia walked out with us but we parted ways without any further discussion. Chris walked on the other side of Laura and it was almost more than I could bear not to ask him if Dalia blew him or not. We walked till finally, Chris asked where we were going and I realized we were at a box canyon, the end of one arm of the spiral mall galaxy where we drifted. My mind cleared and I realized we needed to get back to the car. The next two encounters were to be at the Kingdom Community Mall. I steered us without explanation back to the entrance closest to the car and we all walked through the increasing cold. Once settled in, I sat for a moment, the key in the ignition. Laura sat beside me. The faint aroma of sex suffused us all.

Laura suddenly twisted in her seat and looked over it at her son. "Did she suck you, Chris? Did Sonny's sister really suck your cock?"

Pause.

Silence.

"What? Suck my cock? Would she do that?" He groaned. "Shit. And I was disappointed that it was the wrong sister."

Laura looked at me, a questioning cast in her eyes.

I was going to shrug but then decided to make something of that cute little moment. "Chris would give his left nut to fuck Tawny. Always has. He tightens up like a scrotum in the winter when she is around. We have laughed at him for years."

Mrs. Wills held my eyes for a moment before nodding, a sort of serious cast entering them as she looked away. When she smiled, I saw that adult, the woman, the mother all blending into a thought I dared not ask after. I started the car. "Jealous!" I thought with a wry satisfaction. I knew one thing this woman wanted in the worst way.

The Kingdom Community Mall was busy but not packed; buzzing but not furious with activity. I took out my notes and looked while Laura and Chris waited. They both understood this day was about fucking, not shopping. Laura's lower lip quivered and she kept showing me the tip of her pink tongue when I looked over at her. She watched me intently, waiting, her hands on her thighs, rumpling her pink skirt. I resolved to buy her something new and different to wear.

Then it struck me. This was where Kyla and I introduced ourselves to Siena whoever. The lean blond. I wondered who was next. Kyla or Alissa. I admired my mother for her arrangements. The thrill of the mystery enlivened the day. I did not feel like I was working a boring script but chasing an adventure. What a dear my mother could be. How fucking sweet!

I had a plan and implemented it. We went to the drug store and got wipes and then I lead Laura into Siena's store, The Red Shoe Journals. I saw her immediately and my resting cock roused. I had not fucked that woman but I wanted to. However, this was not where I was to meet the next woman so this was going to be just a tease. I walked directly over to Siena and gently interrupted her conversation with an old couple.

"I want something slutty for my friend here." I said loudly. I had Laura's hand in mine and she was crowded against me. She stiffened.

Siena turned to look at me with a look of irritation that morphed into curious interest. Her eyes coolly appraised Laura and then I saw her little nose sniff. Her eyes widened just the merest bit. She nodded, a perfectly professional smile. "I think I have the perfect thing for you two." She said.

In the drugstore I had bought us two boxes of wet wipes. I tossed one to Chris and told him to "try something on." He got the hint and scampered away. Siena lead us over to a rack of dresses much too young for Laura. They were teenager dresses. Blandly, Siena took down an orange one that was perfect. It was a strapless little cocktail dress with ruffles and folds that would disguise a woman's shape. I nodded.

"Do you think she needs some help?" Siena asked blandly, still.

I smiled. I touched the cool skin of her arm, a light brush of my finger tips. "Perhaps another time." I said with an equally bland smile. I got the flicker of regret that she had not been more forceful and for a moment I nearly relented and gave her what she wanted. Hell, I wanted it but time was short. I was lagging and we needed to clean up a little. Siena drifted behind us, her eyes becoming increasingly smoky but I resisted the urge and stuck to the script, whatever it would turn out to be. In the dressing room, we both stripped and like a gay guy and a ballerina, coiffed and cleaned each other till the dank smell of old sex was replaced by an antiseptic smell which faded quickly. We covered it with perfume for her and a splash of cologne for me. Curiously refreshed and with Laura self-consciously sporting her new outfit, we left the store. I was having second thoughts about the fucking marathon but for the moment, the sponge bath felt to be enough. I slipped an arm around Laura and went in search of the next place, a large boutique called the Crux of the Matter. The unsubtle store front had patrons walk through a door formed between the mammoth lower torso of a woman, literally walking in between her legs to get into the store. If you looked up at the entrance you saw only the smooth joining of the great legs over your head.