Sharing the MILF List Ch. 13

"Oh Christ!" Marty said.

I moved behind her, my cock rock hard. I gripped her thighs where they flowed beside her crotch, placing my fingers alongside her cleft. I felt her tense. I ran a finger lightly through her red bush, finding her pussy lips pursed and damp. She gasped as I pressed the very tip of my finger between her cunt lips and stroked down to the bottom of it. When I thrust my finger into her, she convulsed. She stood shivering for a moment, my finger buried inside of her slight body. She groaned but then roused out of the sexual stupor. She shrugged me away and sat on the counter before the mirror. She opened her legs, leaning back against the mirror.

For a moment, Laura stared but then she sat carefully on the padded little stool and scooted between Marty's legs. She ran her hands up the woman's bare thighs. I watched them in the mirror and from behind. The dual image gambled with my senses.

"Oh fuck. Hurry. Kiss it. Eat me!" Marty groaned.

Laura took her time, deliberately attenuating the moment. She tickled the public hair but when she found the woman's clit, Marty's hips bucked, thrusting forward with a single violent thrust, while she balanced on her hands on the table. Laura began to rub gently. I watched over her shoulder. Marty moaned, sagging against the mirror, her torso flexing. She was nude from the waist down. While Laura toyed with her, however, she unbuttoned the white blouse, revealing her lank bra that covered what tits she possessed. Turns out she had a nice bra, not necessarily nice tits. She pushed the bra away, revealing her little breasts, little swells of delicate flesh. She took her own nipples between thumb and forefinger and, just as Laura thrust a finger into her cunt, pinched the nipples hard.

"Oh fuck. Eat me! Now. Please eat me!" Marty groaned.

Laura complied by licking up the length of the pursed pussy lips till she encountered her own fingers. She swooped down and sucked the clit between her lips. Marty jerked twice, then her whole body tensed and she pressed her crotch up against Laura's mouth. Laura descended, kissing and licking while the woman grunted with pleasure.

At that very moment, while Marty shook with orgasm, someone knocked on the door.

I expected to hear a man's voice but the woman's voice was unfamiliar at first but then the words registered and I knew it must be Linda.

"He says she should be there for this." The voice said.

I moved to the door and opened it, verifying that it was indeed Linda. "Miss Mason, I thought you were occupied." Behind me, Marty groaned.

"What the hell is going on in there?" She pushed at the door. Behind her, from the other dressing room, I heard a loud screech and then a loud bump. Linda pushed past me into the room. "Oh fuck me!" She said.

I closed the door and turned around to find Linda moving to kiss Marty on the mouth. Marty kissed her but then pushed her down, directing the lips to her breast. Linda found the nipple and what breast accompanied it and sucked, hard. Whatever Laura was doing, it made Marty buck and shimmy. Laura got to her knees, pushing the stool to the side. She struggled to her feet, the dress hanging on her body. I got behind her while Linda sucked at Marty's breast and Marty panted through a series of soft moans. I began to lift the black and white dress, bunching it behind Laura. When it cleared her hips, I ran my hands down her smooth, cool thighs.

"Oh fuck!" Marty cried, her whole body bucking. Her eyes were wild but they fixed on me as I unfastened my pants and freed my cock. With Laura bent, I entered her. She arched her back and received my cock. She was still slick and wet and I ran deep into her body.

"He's fucking her!" Marty cried.

Linda turned away from Marty's breast and watched as I withdrew and then slammed my cock deep into Laura Wills. Laura lifted her head and squealed, a long high squeak till I was grinding my cock deep in her body.

"Mrs. Wills," I grunted, "I think Chris wants you to clean up Mrs. Rossini."

"I'll do it!" Marty said. "Let me. I love the taste of cock and pussy all, all, all mixed up."

Laura lifted her head and lay her cheek on the woman's thigh. I pulled out of her and stepped back, giving the three women room. Laura struggled upright. Marty, got unsteadily to her feet, picked up thong and slacks and crept to the door. She peaked out and then scampered out of sight, nude from the waist down. I heard the other door open and bang closed and was thankful they did not lock it behind Linda when she left.

"I want to eat her." Linda said. She was looking at me. "Chris said you have to say it's okay."

"It's okay. Make her come."

"Oh no, no, please, Sonny." Laura said, turning to look at me.

I pointed to the counter and she moved to mount it in the same pose as Marty before her, knees angled wide to expose her to us. Linda did not hesitate. She placed her hands on Laura's hips and ran them down her legs and back up again. When she touched Laura's pussy, Mrs. Wills sagged. The surrender was so clear, so profound even Linda who was not paying a lot of attention turned to look at me.

I nodded. Linda stroked Laura's pussy, running a finger up and down the bulging slit. She shoved one then two fingers into Laura. Laura flexed her hips, raising her pussy, shoving it onto the fingers inside of her.

"Fuck me." Linda muttered before moving to suck on Laura's clit.

"Oh fuck! No, please! Don't make me come!" Laura groaned but her body tightened and bucked. She fought Linda back but the brunette pressed past Laura's hands and speared her tongue into Laura's body. Mrs. Wills bucked.

Linda wore a demure, knee-length skirt. When I lifted it I found nothing but ass and pussy. I shuffled forward and touched the head of my cock to the pursed pussy lips.

"Yes, shove it in me!" Linda grunted.

I did. She was tight and hot and slick with excitement. I ran about half a cock into her before she seized hold of me and fought back. Her inner flesh seemed to pulse around my cock. She was so soft and slick. I pulled my cock back and pushed it hard into her again. This time, making more headway. I was just shoving it hard back into Linda when the door behind me opened and Marty appeared.

"Oh shit, you're fucking him?" Marty groaned.

I pulled free and faced her, my loopy cock slick with Linda. Marty got immediately to her knees, grabbed firm hold of the base of my cock and licked the juice off of the end. "Fuck you taste good, Linda. I can taste you on him." She kissed the end of my cock and I thought I would come. She pulled back though. "Mrs. Wills, your son wants you to clean him off. Now." Marty then sucked my cock into her mouth.

I think I blacked out. When I opened my eyes again, Laura was gone. Marty had my cock lodged in her throat while she guzzled it. Linda was opening her blouse. She saw my eyes open and approached me. "Suck him, Marty. I am going to kiss him."

She did. Linda could kiss. She pressed her lips against mine while running a hand down my body to my cock to feel Marty's mouth on me. She kissed and Marty sucked. I felt my orgasm approach and groaned into Linda's mouth. She must have been clairvoyant because she pulled back.

"He is about to come." Linda said, pulling free from my lips. Her hand squeezed my cock tight and Marty pulled her mouth off my cock, one hand squeezing my balls as she did so, as though to help by providing leverage.

My orgasm evaporated. Moments later, the two women were kissing each other, hands rubbing between their legs. For a moment, I was nonplussed but, given the line of MILFs scheduled to meet me that day, I figured conserving my energy was the best policy. I arranged myself and picking up Laura's clothing and the other, untried dress, left them. They did not seem to notice. Their kiss was deep, soulful and intimately private. I watched them for a moment, considering if I should interrupt to get phone numbers but decided the glancing encounter was what it was and that was enough. I walked to the other door and shuffled inside. Laura was between Natasha's legs, feeding like she was starving. Natasha was groaning through a tide of small orgasms and my appearance did not disturb her. Cock in hand, Chris watched his mother eating Mrs. Rossini.

With careful deliberation, I found and removed the tags from the black and white dress Laura still had on, loosely. She did not acknowledge my fumbling . With that and the other dress, I went to the counter and paid for the clothing with cash. The guy regarded me with silent efficiency, neither of us making any attempt to pretend what was happening was not happening. Silence seemed best. By the time I was done, Laura and Chris appeared. We did not wait to say good by to red and black or to Natasha. We walked none too casually out of the store. Laura had put on her pink outfit again and had the black and white dress over her arm. I noticed the lead was back in place, looped between her legs. Her breasts sat up each time she straightened her back.

I put an arm around Laura. She walked like she was drunk. Chris shuffled like he had just run fifty bleachers. I knew we were destined to find another MILF in the next place but did not know which one it was likely to be. The ambiguity teased me, tickling me behind my ball sack so that I anticipated the revelation with very basic interest. Laura felt good in the curve of my arm. When I stopped at a junction in the mall to get my bearings, she lay her head on my shoulder and sighed.

"I came again, Sonny. That is twice." She giggled a little, just like she had too much wine. "Does that mean two strangers or one stranger twice?" She giggled again and snuggled deeper into my hold on her.

I glanced over at Chris and saw the curiosity in his eyes. But it was measured, calculating. After a moment, it shifted to his mother and it switched over to lust. He wanted her again. He wanted her more. He wanted to fuck her. I could see it simmering in his eyes.

I got oriented and steered the woman toward our next destination. My cock was hard. Chris was not the only one who wanted to pound his blond mother into orgasmic mush. Her body seemed to steam with sexual vibrations. At one point she bent around me and crawled up my body, pulling my head down to kiss her. I did and she squirmed, a sound vibrating deep in her throat as her tongue probed my mouth. One hand grabbed my ass and she ground her cunt against the point of hip. I closed my eyes and felt her meld to me in the vision of the wash of strangers in this mall.

"Oh my good, grunting, god!" I heard. "Mrs. Wills?"

My eyes opened and the first thing I saw was my mother standing before me. But then my eyes cleared and I realized I was not looking at my mother. I was looking at my sister. Dalia and Mom were dressed exactly the same. Both had a fuzzy white sweater that showed off the lines of the bra and dipped down to reveal cleavage with a teardrop shaped opening just below the turtle neck. The opening was calculated to tease and tease it did. I wanted to drop a dime into the slot and then try to get it out. With my tongue. Both Dalia and my mother showed off their cleavage. Dalia however had bumps on the ends of her breasts that showed they turned up slightly at the end. They both wore black, pleated skirts that just covered the knees.

"Ohhhhhh." Laura groaned beside me, her arm tightened around my waist. She looked back and forth between Mom and Dalia.

"Sonny? Please don't tell me you are fucking her too!" Dalia said, her voice a harsh whisper.

Mom looked like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. My own mother was fucking with me. The whole illusion of Mom and Natasha trading sons to balance my indiscretion sort of rattled apart.

"Chris? Oh my fucking god. You know about this?"

People shuffled by us and I felt them all look at us, wondering if any of them knew what they were seeing.

"I told you I was going to uh, meet someone." Mom's eyes bored into my eyes. "I thought your sister might like to watch us, a, watch me. She thought I was lying. She thought," Mom looked over at Dalia, "What did you think, dear?"

Dalia did not look at her. "I thought you were lying." She echoed. Her eyes were on Mrs. Wills and Mrs. Wills was sharing the stare. Laura continually licked her lips.

Acting purely on impulse, I bent to Laura's ear. "Tell her, tell her she looks good enough to eat." I whispered.

"You look good enough to eat." Laura said automatically. Then she shivered violently and turned in my arms, draping her arms around my neck and burying her face in my chest. "Your sister." She hissed. "She saw us." But she humped my side, grinding her crotch against my leg like she was in heat. Her body belied the tone of her voice. I did not know which to believe. Both were the truth.

"She is going to see a lot more, I think." I said softly. I am pretty sure Dalia heard me because she licked her lips.

Mom and Dalia were spitting images of each other. Mom was fuller figured but they had basically the same shape; huge tits, narrow waists, flared hips and bubble butts with layered but long black hair. Mom had laugh lines and Dalia had the rose glow of youth in her skin but they could easily be mistaken for sisters. Not my sisters, but sisters.

I glanced at Chris and he was just watching us, his eyes narrowed. I looked up at the store marquees and gestured, "We were just going into the Foxes' Nest. Care to join us?" It was a charade but I always like charades. Someone usually knew the answer there, though. My mother had successfully thrown me another curve. I wondered if the MILFs had all agreed to fuck with me? I could not imagine it was happenstance but nor could I imagine that they all got together and plotted how to turn my head inside out and paint it with pickle juice.

Mom laughed gaily. "We'd love to." She took Dalia by the elbow and led the way into the store.

Chris looked at me. "Wrong sister." He said. He had a flaming passion for Tawny.

"Complaining?"

The guy just shrugged.

For the next twenty minutes we shopped but Laura never released me, her tits pressed continually into my arm. We sidled through the store, arms around each other's waist like new lovers interrupted in the midst of coitus and forced to be sociable. Finally, with Mom and Dalia fussing over her son, she leaned into me and whispered, "Does she count as a stranger?" She punctuated her question by rubbing her palm over my cock, hard and arched inside my slacks.

The feeling nearly unhinged me. "Is that a problem?"

Laura pressed her body against me, coating me like paint. "No. Are you going to tell everyone I know that I am a slut and a whore and can be fucked with no more than a casual look?"

"You can't." I said.

"Oh, right." She kissed my ear. "What next?"

"Patience, woman." I returned, feeling full of delight with this woman. I was considering the value of having Dalia know that I fucked Mom versus knowing that Chris fucked his mom. I puzzled over that thought while Chris tried on a stack of shirts for Mom and Dalia. I realized they were all waiting on me. I guided Laura over to where Mom and Dalia waited.

"Pick something out for Mrs. Wills, will you, Dalia? I want to try to find something for mom."

"Hot and slutty or demure?"

I gripped one of Laura's apple ass cheeks and squeezed. She yelped a little. "What do you think? Use your judgment."

Dalia nodded. "Slutty then."

Laura nodded, mimicking a drunk woman. "I am a slut, yes." She turned her eyes on my sister. "I want to eat you till you scream." She said, sotto voce.

Dalia's eyes narrowed.

"She means she wants to eat Mom and have you watch." I said from behind Laura.

Mrs. Wills twisted to look at me and then said when she turned back to Dalia, "That's right. That's right. But I want come in her first. Then you can watch while I make her scream."

Dalia's eyes shifted to me. I felt like she was seeing a strange man, like how some cock-baring interloper would be viewed in our house on some noisy Sunday morning after a successful night of dinner and a movie with our mother. She seemed envious, distraught, disturbed, and pantingly curious all at the same time; all somehow mixed into her mascaraed eyes.

Chris arrived to hear his mother's comment and almost spoke but I interrupted to keep his comment private in his thoughts. "Mom, let's find you something to try on." We sauntered away. She picked up a purple blouse that was utterly see-through and a size too small and we hurried to the changing room. It was more elegant than even the last one. She pushed the door open and I was inside behind her, my arms around her waist. I clasped her tits. One hand slid down between her legs, tucking the skirt between them and massaging her pussy. Her hips hunched at my hand and she groaned. I kissed the side of her neck.

Mom grunted and bent her head, exposing her neck in that primal show of subservience.

"You are an evil woman." I said softly. "Why bring Dalia?"

Mom snickered. "She found my notes, times, initials and your name. She knew something was up and demanded to come with me. I told her that she had to suck Chris' cock while you fucked me." She giggled then, pressing her ass back against my cock. She groaned, feeling the arched bow of my cock slice between the cheeks of her full ass. "You are hard, my beautiful son." She breathed.

My hands massaged her great breasts. Her ass ground against me, no hint of demure reluctance. She wanted to be mounted and she wanted me to mount her. I think the weeks anticipation had indeed made inroads into her reserve, or destroyed it altogether. Or maybe Sid's monster cock did that. Her lust shimmered about her, an aura of thick sensual desire. I moved my hands down and pulled the sweater out of the waistband of her skirt. "You and Dalia could be twins." I said, slipping my hands onto her cool skin. Her tummy shivered. She hissed, sucking air at the contact. I ran my hands up to her breasts. "I thought she wanted to watch."

Mom thrummed with passion as my hands massaged her bra, sticking fingers under the top of each tight cup, seeking her nipples. She ground her hips back at me, pulsing back against me. The cushion of her ass massaged my cock and I shivered, imagining the moment of penetration, knowing she wanted me to fuck her. I found a nipple and pinched it, hard. "Oh, yes." Was all she said.

I pushed her away from me and unhooked her bra. Immediately running my hands around her body, under the stiff wire of the bra till I held her bare breasts once more in my hands. Mom groaned and sagged back against me.

Someone knocked at the door. "Hello? Can I come in?" Laura Will's voice came to us, muffled by the door. I pulled at Mom's sweater, covering her face and head with it before releasing it, leaving her tits free and clear. She struggled to free her head while I opened the door.

Laura slipped inside. She did not say anything at first, staring at my mother's huge, bare tits. "Your sister is sucking Chris' cock." She said by way of explanation.

I could not believe it. I did not believe it. I wanted to see it! I wanted it to be me! Then I saw the two, two, two women I could have and decided not to be so fucking greedy! In a moment, thinking about my sister sucking my friend, his cock touching her lips, I seized my mother and turned her around and kissed her. She melded against me, her big tits pressing against my chest. She lifted one leg and ran the top of her foot up and down my calf while she ground her pussy against my thigh. I fought free of her and spun her, pressing at her back between the shoulder blades. She squawked, she bent over the table in the small room. I flipped up her black skirt and discovered thigh-highs and nothing else but rich, swollen, succulent pussy. I dropped my slacks, skimmed my underwear to my knees and my cock to her pursed pussy lips. She grunted. I tucked the head inside of her and she moaned. I rammed my cock into her. My mother bucked once as my cock ran into her body. She caught her breath, arched her ass and as I pulled back, she balanced on her chin and chest, used both hands to pull her ass cheeks apart. When I plunged into her again, she cried out, a loud "yesss" hissing like escaping steam. Her cunt relaxed, her body bucked and I slid home, rooted completely into her pussy. The sudden violence of it powered me and I began to pound her, gripping her by the hips. I ground my cock into her, using short little violent strokes that penetrated her only a little but stirred her completely. Then my strokes became longer, more profound, slicing into her smooth, grasping cunt. She scooted up and back on the table, her skin squeaking with the friction till she gained a hold of the table, releasing her ass to my good graces. I rammed her hard and harder, over and over, again and again.