Sharing the MILF List Ch. 04

Kyla reacted to the tone in strict Pavlovian fashion, her voice became 'mom' all over again. "Eleven, Landon. I'll call you at ten to make sure you are up so you'll be ready to go."

I saw Mom crack a smile at the exchange, but there was a serious caste in her eyes as she recognized a flashback she and I shared quite often, at least in the past. Our current relationship may have changed all that forever; perhaps her little boy was gone for good; she looked like she was having the same thought. They left and I sat down again.

"Sonny, I need to talk to you." The music had calmed and the volume lowered so we could converse without yelling but was still loud enough to cover our conversation. "How long has this been going on? With Landon and, and Cici, your mother?" Kyla finished with a little flourish in her voice.

"Since last weekend, last Friday actually." I said. "What else do you want to know? What details?"

"How do you feel about having your mother fucking your best friend?"

"Do you think Landon knows you are fucking me?" I returned.

Kyla colored then, the thought apparently being new, another new thought among the very many which the evening presented to her. It would not be the last, I hoped. She nodded, finally, dropping her eyes. "He knows. I am sure of it. I don't know how. But now, looking back, I see it clearly."

"Do you think he cares? Did you see him and Mom?"

For a moment, Kyla stared at me. She nodded, "I saw them. I, well, I could not believe it. I admit it. I am shocked! I had no idea Cici was capable of such a thing!"

"But you are?" I offered gently.

Kyla did not flinch. "I, I have learned I am capable of a great many things I never thought I would do. Tony has driven me away and will not divorce me and will not even attempt to mend what is broken between us."

"And now Landon knows, about us." I said softly.

Kyla nodded. Her eyes welled with tears but did not overflow. "What must he think?"

"He thinks that you now know about him and my mother and they are right now fucking in the shower, preparing for a night of sex without the need to hide from you or me. I suspect that is quit a relief for him. Can we have the same thing?"

Kyla sat in stunned silence for several minutes while the music swirled around us. Then they played a limp version of "Relax" by Frankie Goes to Hollywood.

Finally, she nodded. "I'll try but if, if not, will you be all right?"

I nodded. "The spell is broken then?" I asked.

For a moment Kyla hesitated then nodded. "Yes. I think so." She smiled then, a wan, wistful smile. "Landon can . . . do as he likes. I guess that is between Cici and him. And you, I guess. You all can work it out. I am not sure I can do what they are doing. I see them acting like that right in front of me, behaving like that I am just, just . . . I don't know. Like you say, perhaps the bloom is off." She looked sadly at me. "What are we going to do? Are you, will you be all right if, if . . .?"

I offered her a hand and pulled her up. I felt the vaguest sense of unease but I also felt a need to have her, the desire to take her again and we had a room upstairs with a bed and everything. I kissed her and she sighed. I pulled her against me and she sealed her body against me like I was an expensive dress. Perhaps she was feeling more than she spoke; I could hope. I picked up our key card packet and maneuvered us away from the table. Kyla felt like she was drunk, staggering as though she would fall without my support. Her hair covered her face. She looked sexy, available, pliant and for all that preceded the moment, willing. We went to the elevator. I put the card into the slot and selected the 55th floor. The lights rippled and a welcome message appeared on the little marquee above the floor selection panel. The doors closed. We were alone.

For a moment I thought about fucking Kyla right then but she seemed to rouse out of the stupor that possessed her till then. She separated from me, looking up at me. "What number are we?" She said, her voice whispered.

"It just says 5500." I said and decided to ride the rest of the way in silence which held beyond the opening of the elevator doors.

We walked to the 5500 and opened the door, one of four on the floor. 5550 was across the hall from us. The moment the door closed and we stood inside the room, we heard voices. We glanced at each other.

"There must be some mistake." Kyla whispered. "That sounds like Landon and, and Cici." We walked down the little corridor into a large, sunken living room with a panoramic view of the city sprawling beyond the wall of glass that faced us.

Mom and Landon were sitting in a love seat sipping from two glasses. Vivien D'Arnot sat with a young man and a woman who did not seem to know each other.

"Ah, they are arrived. Kyla, I must apologize, we are short of space and so I wondered if you would mind sharing this suite with Guy and me? There are two bedrooms with two beds each and this lovely couple would bunk with us and you could spend the night in Mrs. Duncan's company. How would that be?"

Kyla looked positively shocked. The night had gone completely off the rails.

"Get the poor woman a drink, Nicki." Vivien said, clucking but still blasé.

I did not know which of her companions she was speaking to but the girl, a young woman, likely older than me with white skin and red hair obeyed with a sort of indolent insolence saturated with unease. Vivien seemed to make both of them uneasy; both kept glancing at her out of the corners of their eyes, trying to hide their furtive inspections. When we had drinks in hand, we sat and Guy appeared. He promptly kissed his wife and her two companions each on the lips with about the same amount of notice. They accepted his kisses with wide open, one might say bulging, eyes. I felt the unease and wondered about their story but not with enough interest to ask or to remain in the room to see if they would volunteer it.

I took Kyla's drink from her and stood up. "We are going to bed." I said and looked about me. "Which way?"

Vivien regarded me with steady eyes before licking her lips. Guy pointed to my left with a nod. I walked towards the room and hoped that Kyla would follow. It felt very much like beating a retreat but I thought this was discretion and valor rather than cowed cowardice.

"We are off to bed as well. Thank you both for accommodating us this way. We are in your debt." My mother said graciously. She took Landon's hand and stood up.

"No debt, my dear. It has surely been well paid by your very presence." Vivien spoke with a syrupy lisp which may have been alcohol induced. It sounded a little like the hiss of a snake.

I found my way into the room to find it was spacious and curved against the windows with two huge beds, one on each side of the windows. The room was contorted by the contour of the building so the beds were offset but still opposite each other. I investigated the bathroom and found a large shower. I heard the door shut and turned to find Mom and Landon watching me.

I looked at Landon. "I guess you don't have to worry about your mom calling you too early tomorrow." I said, attempting to lighten the mood. Failure. "Who showers first?" I asked, turning practical in the face of the mixed responses.

"I'll go first." Landon said and in an instant, the sexual aura of the evening vanished. He went into the bathroom and closed the door. Kyla opened the huge closet and found four bushy white robes. She knocked on the door and handed it to Landon. The shower started.

"Could this get any worse?" Kyla asked gazing about the room as though it were full of the aftermath of a frat party rather than elegantly appointed.

I moved behind her and put my hands at her waist. "Which bed do you want?" I asked. Then I considered and said, "Mom is afraid of heights, maybe we better take the one closest to the window."

Kyla twisted to look at me before shooting my mother a glance. "You mean you are going to sleep in the same bed with me?" She asked.

"I am not sleeping with Landon." I said.

My mother, bless her heart, walked over to Kyla and took her by the hand and led her to the nearest bed, furthest from the windows. "I know this is . . . complicated. Everyone supposes we are, well, you know what I mean. Like them, I guess. You have to keep Kipperstam happy and not allow him to see you flinch. Everyone knows how he is to do business with and it is lucky we were here with the boys or he would likely have invited us both to join him and his floozy. From what I hear, he is a bit of a stallion but one that has lost a step."

"Or five." Kyla said, then blushed. She looked at me. "Cici, I am sorry. I wanted to show up here with a handsome young stud on my arm and show everyone . . . well, I did not think this would happen." She stammered to a stop.

"Nor did I, Kyla, nor did I. You did and I did and we should be happy to have had them. The evening has changed and we did not want it to. But it has. We'll get a good night's sleep, let brunch bring what it will and then go on from there. Will this damage you with Tony? Even if no one connects the fact that we are in here with our sons, you are still here with another man."

Kyla shrugged. "Tony is away and by 'away' I mean undressing another woman in a hotel room like this one somewhere in New York or maybe it is Boston this week. Pots and kettles and he is not prone to vicious hypocrisy, so I have little to worry about. It just was not the pleasant, thrilling evening I envisioned. Now, you and I have to share bed."

My mother patted Kyla's knee. It seemed for a moment like the MILF List had not happened and everything was back like it was before, before I fucked my mother. But of course, that was not the case and my mother knew it and was not going to ignore that reality. "Kyla, darling, much as I want to make you comfortable, I am not sleeping with you this evening. I am going to sleep with your son."

The sound of the shower in the bath ended and the ensuing silence enveloped us like fog. Kyla sat staring at her knees licking her lips and swallowing as though trying to get the comment down. My mother's hand caressed her knee and for a moment, I thought about mom with Georgia . . . and the others. The thought made me tense with dread or anticipation, I could not tell which. But mom removed her hand before Kyla noticed and rose. Landon appeared in his robe, and Mom slipped into the bathroom, robe in hand, closing the door behind her without further comment.

Landon and Kyla stared at each other till I found the god-box and turned on the TV. It blared and I quieted it down and hunted for something to watch that all would appreciate, settling finally on a rerun of Dances with Wolves. Kyla sat on the far bed and Landon crawled under the covers of the near one, somehow knowing which was his or perhaps staying away from his mother. Neither spoke. For a time no one moved. I sat on the end of the other bed near Kyla to see the TV, a curious arrangement in any case till the shower quieted again and Mom appeared, washed and flushed from the hot water, eying Landon like a bride looks at her wedding cake. Kyla was in the bath before I could think twice.

"Is she going to be all right?" Mom asked once the door closed, speaking in a hushed voice.

"I'd say airtight is off the table for my dear mother." Landon said softly.

Mom moved to the side of the bed and shoved at his shoulder with her pelvis. "Don't be spiteful! Your mother, well, she is in a complicated place. Your father has used sexuality to get his way in business with some considerable success, part of the entry requirements to even get into the game. When your mother stopped playing, he traded down and has been doing so all the time. He resents it that she has sought to protect you from all this and now she is up to her eyebrows in it, with you beside her. Sex sells, my dear and whatever you have to sell, you can rest assured that there is someone out there looking to lift a skirt as part of the bargaining process."

I shook my head. It was like my mother was a different woman from the one who raised me and my sisters. No, it was like I was raised in a fantasy which provided nothing to me about the world as it really exists. So far, I liked reality better than the stilted fantasy world I had been bumping around in till the MILF List changed everything.

Meanwhile, Landon moved over and my mother climbed into the bed beside him. The shower stopped and they glanced at each other. Kyla emerged and I entered the steamy bath myself and did my business. I emerged into a dark, silent room. I turned off the bathroom light and stood in the sudden blackness waiting for my eyes to adjust, for them to register the sparkling light from the city and the vague outlines of the room.

I made my way carefully over to the bed and discovered Kyla was on my side, that is away from the window and so I had to make my way around the bed.

"Close the shades." Kyla whispered. I found the control and closed both inner and outer drapes, the electric motor whirred softly till the room became an inky black relieved only by the little orange glow from the nightlight in the bathroom affording enough light to outline the objects in the room.

For a moment I stood by the side of the bed, wondering if Kyla would speak to me. We seemed so great a distance from the moment of lust at Passionate Darlene's, looking into each other's eyes and anticipating another coupling but resisting the urge in favor of savoring the feeling till the time was right. I shrugged the robe which I had never tied off my shoulders and stood naked by the bed. Both Landon and Mom had worn their robes to bed and I presumed Kyla had as well. I was unwilling to concede that the MILF List was unraveling so I got into bed naked, a last gambit.

For a moment after settling, I lay on my back, waiting for a reaction from Kyla. I sensed her presence but could see nothing. I reached out a hand and found her arm, clothed in the terry cloth robe. It moved away from me, gently but persistently. I did not press.

I do not know how long I lay in that darkness. I was emphatically not tired, not sleepy, not anything that had to do with being still in the bed. I waited, considering my options, considering what could be done in this awkward situation to salvage it. It turned out that waiting was the perfect solution.

The other bed squeaked. I heard a muffled giggle followed by the softest 'shhhh' you could imagine. The hushing sound was followed by a small 'ohhhhh' and then a grunt and another squeak from the bed. The squeak began to occur in rhythm and after a while, my mother's voice carried to my attuned ears: "Yessssssss, oh gawd, yesssss!"

The squeaking of the bed increased. Then, I heard her urgent voice say, "My ass, put your hands on my ass. Yesssss!"

"Fuck me, Cici." Landon's voice came clearly to me.

It was following that exchange that I felt Kyla's hand questing across the bed to find me. She found my bare arm and pulled at me, apparently not sleep either. She turned on her side, facing me and her other hand found my bare flank, reacting like she touched something hot. Then it returned and she laid it firmly on my side and pulled at me. We bumped foreheads before her lips found my ear and she whispered: "They are . . . doing it?" Both a statement and question, she breathed deeply.

"Oh Landon!" My mother moaned from the other bed and then her voice became muffled so I missed what came next. The squeaking continued.

I found Kyla's ear with my lips and kissed it before breathing 'yesssss' into it. I licked it and she shivered.

She maneuvered till her mouth was close to my ear again and moaned, "Oh gawd!" nearly in concert with my mother's moan from the other bed. I glanced over and with eyes adjusted to the inky blackness, I could just make out the shape of a man's head with two feet by his ears. Landon's back glinted for a moment in the feeble orange light and then he released her legs and the two forms melded together, blurring into a black motion that matched the squeak of the bed.

My cock was hard and Kyla found it with her hand.

"I can't stand it!" She hissed into my ear. "Fuck me, Sonny. Mount me. Enter me. Open me and take me!" Her voice seemed tight, tense, urgent but nearly in audible.

I found the tie on her robe and she rolled onto her back. I untied her and opened the robe and stroked the quivering body I found there. Her skin was smooth and hot but not damp. When my fingers trailed down into her crotch I found her smooth and responsive. Her body surged against me, her hips urging me to touch her, stroke her, caress her.

"Oh Landon!" My mother called from the other bed. I turned my head to look but saw nothing distinct.

Kyla's hand found my face and took hold of my chin. She pulled me down till I was kissing her. Her lips were soft but charged, working against mine, making my body ring with her touch, like she had struck a perfect bell and the effect lingered between us, echoing back and forth over and over again. Then I broke loose from her and peeled the robe away from her body, fumbling in the dark but finding her shoulders and breasts in turn. Her arms spread, like wings and I found her breasts with my mouth.

"Oh my loving gawd!" She gasped.

The squeaking of the other bed stopped. I could hear them talking, whispers that sounded like slippers scraping along the floor.

Kyla went stiff. Her hand grasped my head and tried to pull me away from her nipple but I bit down and she flinched and yelped. She thought better of pulling at my head and released me so I moved to the other breast. When I enveloped it with my lips, she moaned, a loud, long croon that rattled up from the base of her spine. I moved between her legs and they opened, spreading like a curtain at the theatre. Her hands found my cock.

"Fuck me, Sonny!" She whispered. "Put your cock in me." Her voice became louder. "I want you, Sonny." Her voice was nearly normal, almost calm. "I want you inside of me!" She said. "Please, Sonny, say you will take me? Mount me. Make me climax, enter me, oh, gawd I cannot stand it. Fuck me, Sonny!" Her voice seemed to echo in the darkness before I moved.

Her hands positioned my cock head at the special entrance to her body and I did the rest, thrusting into her without hesitation. She grunted and keened. Her hips pounded up at me which served to sink my cock the remainder of the way into her body. She stiffened, her voice became an attenuated chirp. Her hands found my shoulders and her torso lifted up and her lips found mine as though she could see in the dark. Our kiss was fire, our lips sealed together by the passion that wracked our bodies. I thrust at her, pushing my cock inside of her body and then struggling to withdraw against my better judgment. She moaned and called my name, suddenly oblivious to the circumstances.

"Geezus!" I heard Landon's voice. He was not whispering. "What is he doing to her?"

"I think it is most likely that your mother is being fucked right now, Landon." My mother spoke in a slightly strained but otherwise normal voice. "Rather like you are fucking me. Or were."

Landon grunted. "Right."

The squeaking of the bed returned and my mother moaned.

Kyla let the kiss lapse, her body shook with the strain of the half-position she had assumed to kiss me while I fucked her. I lowered my body onto her and grasped her ass with both hands.

"Gawd, I love your hands on my ass!" Kyla said into my ear, her hands pulling at my shoulders.

"Gawd, I love your hands on my ass!" My mother echoed distinctly, the minx.

Kyla apparently heard her. "Oh, gawd your cock is so deep in me!" Kyla said, her voice normal but stressed from the fact that I was laying on her abdomen.