Sharing the MILF List Ch. 13

"Forgot something." I said turning to face her in the office. I withdrew the cash and dropped it onto the desk. Half of my stack for a quick stick with a black woman and some jewelry. I hoped Sid would be proud. Oh and I guess I threw in a blond. I hesitated at the door for a moment. "That number is real. Use it two or three times but don't get carried away. Okay?"

"Thank you. Fuck me I forgot about this too." She then handed me a sales slip. "You should take this." She ignored my caution but she smiled at me and patted my arm. "I like your friend. I think she will like me." She released my hand and let me have the receipt. "I have dreamed of, a, someone like her. I promise to take good care of her."

I grunted. "I think she would rather take care of you." I said, feeling the surrealism of this conversation. I did not even know this woman and I had just given her my blond MILF.

Mary laughed. "You are priceless." She stood looking up at me, waiting to see if I was done with her. I bent and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was soft, supple; expressive and intense. She closed her eyes and she hummed into my kiss. When I retreated, her eyes opened, warm brown swimming with limpid blurriness. "What about your phone number?" She asked, then bit her lip.

"She is yours to play with, not me." I said softly, a shiver ran through me. Adrenaline, I thought, focusing on it while it rattled through me like a convulsion. "But," I said and halted, staring at this woman I had just met. Something about the moment embedded itself in me and I recalled something Sid had said, something about a talent. "I know where you work." I finished.

Mary exhaled, a sigh and she nodded and grinned again, renewing the smile that had slowly relaxed. Her rich lips seemed genuinely pleased but in her eyes, I thought I saw something akin to desperation, to eagerness, to longing. "Yes." She breathed. "Yes, you do." She licked those rich lips, showing me her tongue, running it slowly over the upper lip with erotic deliberation. "I'll be here. For you, I'll be here." Her eyes shined, accenting the brilliant, lustful smile.

I left her like that, moving past her, running an appreciative hand over her ass as I moved around her. She made no effort to move out of my way. I put the receipt into my wallet and rejoined Chris and Laura Wills.

"Now where?" Chris asked. He seemed different, I could not get a good hold on what had just happened but something was different. I saw it in his eyes. Suddenly, I felt like a stranger he had just met and was studying, trying to get a bead on me.

"May's Flowers." I replied and we walked away from his mother. They had drifted behind me, waiting out in the flow of the mall, separate from the jewelry store but clearly connected to it. Now, leaving, I did not look behind to see if Laura was following. I resisted the urge till suddenly, I felt the moment. The strangeness in Chris, the aftermath of fucking a complete stranger and giving Laura to her, it all flooded over me. I felt . . . it might have been remorse but I honestly did not think I had done anything wrong. I felt full of something, something unique that I had never felt before. I liked it but it disoriented me. All I wanted was for Laura to . . . to what? I stopped and turned back, finding Laura a step or two behind us.

Her face was a mask of fear, her eyes seemed wider, bigger, deeper, darker, bluer. She stared at me. When I approached her, she stopped, her eyes wide, inquiring—dare I say, filled with eager anticipation. The look made her beauty transcendent and I felt a wash of guilt wash over me. I was using this woman, contorting her pliant will and equally flexible body to fit my lascivious will and I was utterly and consummately guilty. I was guilty of loving having her so utterly within my control but at the same time, I felt the strangeness of it thrash at me, like a disembodied orgasm. The control of Laura Wills was different than what I experienced with my mother. Mom could turn in a moment and be "mom" again and I had no fear to resist her. My control she gave me and the trick was to keep it, not to test it.

With Mrs. Wills, this control of her felt different. I had just used her to help me fuck a complete stranger and I had in mind other ways to use her. I wanted to humiliate her by making her complicit in the seduction and ravishing of other women. As I stared into Laura's clear blue eyes, I wondered if I was perverting this beautiful creature? Was I destroying that vestige of purity—pure innocence or perhaps pure sensuality? Was I changing her from the mother of my friend into a sexual object to be used and consumed with pleasure?

I shivered. "I am sorry," my voice cracked. I was strung out between expressing her name as "Mrs. Wills" or "Laura". Each one carried connotations that thrilled and energized me.

Laura smiled and lay a hand along the side of my face. "She wants me. I will go." She said, misinterpreting my hesitation. "I gave her my number. I promised. I will do it."

I shook my head. Her eyes changed, tightened. "No. I should not have done that. I'll tell her to throw away your number. I'll do whatever I have to . . ."

"No. Don't you dare." Laura Wills hissed. She moved much closer, her breasts brushing my chest as she looked up at me. She lowered her hand from my cheek.

I thought she would say more but she didn't. I could not escape the feeling in me, though, a sort of ethical agony that raved at me for making this woman bend to my will. "I am sorry." I tried again. "I mean, all this. You are, you don't, you shouldn't have to do anything for me, nothing like this. I cannot do it, Laura." Her name came sweetly to my lips and my cock roused. I wanted to fuck her. The feeling raced through the pipes of my body, echoing and reverberating. I shook. I felt like rock music played on a pipe organ. "I don't know how this happened, Laura. I am sorry. I, I thought it was cool to do this to you but I see now I am being . . . "

Her three fingers touched my lips and halted my words before I said them. "... what I want you to be." She finished for me. "You cannot stop now, Sonny. Don't you dare. You have made an implicit promise to me and you have to keep it. Whatever it is that you think you are doing, I don't care but you cannot stop. You cannot leave me like this, unfulfilled and panting for more. You can't. I will not . . . I cannot stop you but you have to know this. If you stop, what do you think I will do? I need it. I want to be on my knees, knowing that the time is coming when you will push me onto my back and mount me." She whispered fiercely but loudly, so loudly I was nervous some of the scattered shoppers would hear. "Again." She breathed, unconcerned about the stares of the other early bird shoppers. I cared about that in that moment. She, however, clearly did not.

"What do you think I will do? Do you think I am doing this for you? That I am just an empty cunt longing to fulfill your instructions? No. If you stop now I will start to search for someone else to fulfill what you have begun, to finish what you have roused in me, I mean. I will find someone but do you think looking for someone to use me will be safe for me? Do you think that trying to find someone who will give this, this, this thing I need to me will be easy? As easy as it has been for you to bring it out of me? I am cursed if you leave and I will be in real danger because I swear to you, Sonny, unless you finish with me, unless you genuinely use me up, take me to that place, whatever it means, that place where I need to go, I will spend the rest of my life trying to fill the void you have revealed in me. It is mine; it may seem like you created it but you could not make it in me if it was not in me. Sonny, sweet man, you cannot stop now! You must not turn me away. You know something about me no other man has been able to douse to my surface and now I have to live with it. If you abandon me, do you think I will ever be able to tell Mary no, to refuse her anything? I will be helpless with want, limp with need and unable to resist anyone who touches me and gives me even a glimmer of the pleasure you have brought me. If you stop now, Sonny, you will destroy me!" Her eyes burned for a minute and then she pressed herself against me. "Take me. Use me." She whispered. She stepped away, then dropped her arms to her side and stood before me, compliant and still.

After a moment, I shivered. She seemed so open, so vulnerable. I felt her openness as a need emanating from her like it was a heat wave or static electricity that tingled through all the hair on my body. I felt her quivering need, her acceptance but also that bone-deep fear the need itself made real in her. I felt her need. I felt it and it took away my breath. The misgivings swirled in me, mixing with the desire to fulfill her and morphing in that instant in a throbbing lust. I held out my hands to her.

Her hands reached out to me and her arms accepted my immediate embrace. I felt full of words but could find no individual syllable. Instead, I kissed her, feeling her lips overlay the lingering tingle of Mary's. Laura's mouth opened and I bent her back a little. The kiss deepened and she groaned.

"Get a room, fer Christ's sake!" A voice said into the darkness of my closed eyes. It was not Chris. Some passer-by offering unsolicited but wise commentary. I broke the kiss. At that moment, I realized that Mrs. Wills had hooked her foot onto the back of my knee and was standing on one leg. Then there were words.

I put my lips to her ear. I breathed softly for a few moments. Laura clung to me, a shattered lover, undone by a passion only I could fulfill. I loved that illusion. "Mrs. Wills," I began but halted, sorting through what I wanted to say. I had to check something first. Then I would make her mine for a time, mine in a way only I could define.

"Have I gone too far, Mrs. Wills? Have I used you in a way I should not?" The last vestige of doubt had to be addressed. I had to be sure I was not swamped in a selfish lust. I had to know that what was reverberating in my mind would fulfill her. So I asked. "Do you wish I would stop?" I used her words, demanding she reemphasize what she had already stated. She had to say it again. She had to attest to her desire to be used and utterly used up. She had to testify to me that she wanted me to own her pleasure and satisfy us both. Suddenly I wanted to bend her and twist her and contort her till she thrashed through an orgasm that would change her mind and transform her into who and what I wanted her to be. She would become mine to use. What frightened me though, was that she wanted the same thing. Who would tell me to stop?

Laura pulled back, worry etched on her beautiful face. She put both hands to my cheeks and then kissed me gently on the lips. "No, no, sweet man. You have done nothing wrong. I, I want it. I want it all. I cannot, cannot . . . I will give my ass to my brothers. I will be nearly airtight with them. They will know, they will know something has changed. I do not care. I want them to fill me as you will fill me with my son. But only when you say it is time. Only if you wish it to be so. Then, then I will come for you till I have no strength left. Till then, you should use me any and every way you like. I confess it. I want it. I want to feel your complete hold on me. I long for it. Please do not take that away!"

I nodded. I pulled her close, acutely aware of the sparse crowd staring at us as they wandered by. I put my lips close to her ear again. "I am going to find the one thing you want the most. I will eliminate everything, one thing at a time till we have tested every possibility, every combination, ever option. I want to know the one single thing that always makes you come so hard your identity blends with the pleasure and they become the same thing. When we find that one thing you want, I will give it to you. When testing you, if and when you come, I will give you to a stranger as I just did, because you climaxed, before, with me inside of you. Whenever you orgasm, Mrs. Wills, you will be given to some stranger to use. Tell me when you orgasm and I will give you to someone new. Know that is your fate till your brothers fuck you in ass and cunt. I will give you away to whomever I like, whenever I like. You must tell me the truth about your orgasms in all ways and in every case. You tell me the truth, I will give you what you want." I stopped. My tongue shot out and ran around the curly cue of her ear. She shivered against me. "Always."

Her arms tightened about me. Her body trembled and then she released me, standing apart. She regarded me for a moment but then she nodded, very slowly but deliberately, her lips slightly parted. She pushed back her shoulders and the loops of chain under her breasts made them surge and sway.

Her choker glittered and I wanted to be sure. I moved close to her. She did not move. I unhooked the chain from in front released it. It slithered down between her breasts. She caught it and tucked it into the waist of her little pink skirt. It dropped out the bottom between her legs. She did not move. I nodded and smiled. I drew up the chain at her back till I held it all in my hand. I hooked it on the front and then took her in tow. I held the loop like a lead.

I turned away. I felt lightheaded. I had skipped breakfast and maybe supper the night before, I needed something to eat. I went into the rustling food court, towing Laura Wills behind me. Occasionally someone would note the slender glitter connecting the woman to my hand and it would give them a start. I asked the Wills if they wanted something. Both declined, though if they had eaten I did not see them. I put the chain into Laura's hand and got into a line for food. I got a big sticky cinnamon roll and orange juice. When I turned around I saw Laura sitting by herself in the middle of a dozen empty tables. Chris was sitting at the edge, near three young women. Laura was sitting on the edge of her chair, her breasts thrust out, her chin up, her eyes fixed on a distance no one else could see. The chain pooled before her on the table.

I took the chair next to Chris. He was staring at his mother. Then I heard it, like the volume had been turned up at the nearby table.

"I bet she is a hooker."

"Yeah. She looks expensive. The blond hair, the fur coat and the big tits. My brother would fuck her silly if she let him."

"She'd let him." The women were in their twenties. "But she is old, like thirty-five or so. Maybe even forty but she looks good. Jesus, is that a chain connected to her collar?"

I heard the wonder in the voice and wondered which of the woman had spoken. I glanced at the table and then away, one of them saw me and their voices dampened, lowering out of my hearing. I looked at Chris and he finally took his eyes off of his mother.

"What the fuck was that, Sonny? Did you just do what I think you just did?"

I used a plastic knife and fork on the roll, chewed and drank. "What do you think I did and speak quietly, those women are likely trying to hear you."

Chris looked over at them, fixing them with a gaze till one rose and the other two followed. They all glanced back at us, one flicking her eyes at Laura before smiling into my eyes. She had long brown hair and a long nose in a perfect, white face.

My cock got hard, a flash erection that must have developed from something I was thinking but remained unaware of. Laura's ass. Laura's cunt. Laura's mouth. Laura's pleasure. I shivered with the arousal roaring in me.

"Did you fuck that lady, the woman in the jewelry shop?" Chris said, moving his eyes from the departing women to his mother.

"Yes." I said.

"Jesus." He breathed. "And Mom?"

"Mary sucked her tits and then Laura went down on her. Chris, I have to ask you something. Do you want to go on?"

His head jerked to look at me. "I haven't gotten her yet, not really. I have felt her envelop me but I have not pumped her full. Annie is going to be used up, a husk of her former self if I don't . . . " He stopped talking as someone passed close by.

"There are the other MILFs," I said. I guess I was trying to be helpful.

Chris nodded. "Like you are going to share Alissa or even your . . . er . . . Cici with me. Even Mrs. Rossini, she seems utterly taken with Brent and it feels weird to try to horn in."

"Horn in. Great expression." I said around a cinnamon roll.

Chris rolled his eyes. "That is not the point. What did you just do? You went into a store and fucked a stranger. A stranger! While my mom stood there with her tits out. You did that, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"What is this all about? What are you really going to do with my mom, today?"

For a moment I thought about telling him. But then I realized I did not really know how the day was going to go. Originally I was going to end up giving her what she wanted but now, now she had to wait, keep waiting. She was going to wait till the very last minute before doing us so she could fuck her brothers, ass and tea kettle.

I shivered. The idea of giving my own mom to Sid, the idea of trading my mom to Sid to help Alissa in exchange for her single-minded devotion to me, for ownership, that all thrilled me but this, this with Laura, it was something different. I stood up, wiping my mouth. I walked over to Laura and stood beside her till her head turned and she directed her eyes to my bulging crotch.

"I want to thank you for everything, Mrs. Wills. And I will. I want to buy you and Chris some nice stuff. And I will. But Mrs. Wills, if you want more than that . . . do you want more than that?" I think my voice must have cracked. I felt like a Trojan condom on a horse's cock.

Laura looked up my body. I swear I could feel the lay of her eyes on my chest. When she met my gaze she smiled. She looked high. "Sonny, that first time, those first times with your mother, and Brent, I thought, I thought I had lost my mind. But I couldn't stop. The moment you touched me, I was entranced by the idea of having you inside of me. I wanted it. I wanted to scream for you to take me and throw open my legs and demand you fuck me. When you did, I orgasmed with satisfaction. Since then, I have learned what depths my arousal can achieve. I want to go as far as I can. I will do whatever you tell me to."

I shuddered. Her voice felt like a wet tongue in my ear, the briefest brush of pussy lips on the head of my cock. I was speechless. I could not believe I had just fucked the jewelry woman, Mary. Then I thought about Kyla and Siena and I smiled. Sometimes it took me a long time to catch up to myself, to arrive at the point where I actually felt what I felt or became conscious of it, perhaps. I nodded. I knew what I wanted.

"I want you to come, Laura." I whispered. "I want you to come with me." I extended my hand, trying vainly to disguise my intent.

Mrs. Wills exhaled, a rush of air I swear felt like she was blowing directly on my hard cock. She put a hand delicately in mine and rose like a time lapse lily blooming. Then she smiled, took back her hand and put the chain in my hand. It dangled down the front of her body, two lines of silver that connected her to me.

I glanced around and saw several guys staring at us. What they were thinking I can only guess but I am sure it had something to do with being late again. Laura stood close to me. I was close to her table and left her little room but she did not touch me. I felt her heat. Her body trembled a little.

"Come with me, Mrs. Wills." I said again. "I have some things for you."

I stepped away from her and turned to find Chris watching us. He eyes looked gray. He stood. I could see his erection. Suddenly I felt like laughing but I shoved that urge deep down. I felt exultation. Fuck me, I owned them all. I had a MILF list to share but somehow I was managing to hook five woman, mature woman with children to me so that they would let me use them sexually for any purpose, any time, any place I wanted. I focused on a girl looking at me and smiled. She had strawberry blond hair and freckles. I wanted her. Fuck me, everywhere I looked I found women staring at me and I wanted them all.