MAKING THE MILF LIST

We were five regular guys who did not specialize in introspection or self-examination till one day we were sitting around after classes were over for the week just being bored. Going to the local community college and living at home meant several things. We had to get good grades, none of us worked regularly and our parents paid for everything which meant we were broke all the time and had no fun. None of us were getting laid or getting close and we all blamed the fact that we were living with the 'rents. We had addressed the several professors who we deemed 'fuckable' when I may have crossed the line.

"My mom is hot enough to fuck." I said into the silence that followed the last comment about Ms. Arkum's beautiful ass.

Another silence followed. I expected someone to chime in volunteering to fuck her for me. What followed surprised me.

"My mom is definitely hot enough to fuck." Brent said.

"My mom is absolutely hot enough to fuck." Sammy chimed in.

"My mom is certainly hot enough to fuck." Chris said.

"My mom is hot enough to fuck." Landon said softly. "And I am sure she is fucking around on the old man."

This silence was long and thoughtful, not something me and my buddies were particularly skilled at or accustomed to experiencing. It felt weird, strange to just be sitting there thinking about our five mothers and how fuckable they each were. That was when it struck me, so obvious I was nearly breathless that none of us had noticed it before.

"We all have MILF's for mothers." I said.

"We should fuck them." Landon said, like he was not talking about his own mom.

Now this conversation had been preceded by a fairly in depth bitch session about our parents, particularly our mothers. Landon was the leader, that is to say, the guy who always came up with the ideas the rest of us would agree to. The rest of us always argued and felt competitive but Landon was the richest of us, the best looking, the most popular and had the highest expectations of life. So certain of life's willingness to give him something wonderful, he was not in any hurry to get involved with that process. It was a sure thing for him, so why rush it? His favorite saying was that you don't own stuff, your stuff owns you. He was right. Get a car, you had to take care of it or it tipped people off you were a lazy slob or inept or just worthless. Anything you owned took away your time. We had long discussed the advisability of having girlfriends and how they demanded time, attention and money. Landon had had the most experience but the rest of us had all found ourselves sitting with this group of guys bemoaning the hassle of enlisting pussy and how we put our dick in and ended up with no balls. For a while it always seemed like a fair trade. But eventually and with all of us, it got boring and painful and we'd break it off. A couple girls had fucked us all and then danced away looking for another hobby. It all left us both horny and cynical. But Landon's suggestion was met with silence and we all sat still thinking about one or the other of our collective moms and how we would like to fuck her.

My favorite was Sammy's. Sammy was a black guy, or African-American if you want to be politically correct, if that is still correct. I cannot keep up and Sammy did not care. We were friends. But his mother was black and beautiful. She was maybe forty with great big breasts which she liked to display but with a narrow waist which made both breasts and her perfect ass look huge. I am certain that when we were congregating at her house and she knew were coming, to play poker or watch football or the NCAA tournament or something, she would pick out something stunning to see who got wood when she walked in the room and had to pull a pillow or a coat over their lap. I certainly had. She had big lips and a great smile and always seemed happy to see us when we showed up to clean out the fridge. Come to think of it, all our mother's seemed happy to see us.

"I am serious. My mom is getting laid by some pool boy. She can be had."

"Landon, sounds like you are pissed off at her." Brent said, the smartest of us all.

Landon snorted, a real snort, like a pig makes. "I am so pissed off at her. She has railed at the old man for boffing this bitch or that bitch and I always sided with her, got pissed at him without even knowing if he was fucking his personal assistant or the receptionist or the cunt du jour at his office that Mom decided to dislike. Then I find her with her legs in the air giving it up for some dude that came by to clean the pool!"

"Really? You saw your mom getting fucked?" Chris asked. Chris was blond and the girls thought he was cute but he was shy, tending to be passive and easily manipulated. Landon had fucked several girls just to bring them down a notch after they fucked up Chris' head. He would fall in love and the chick would be laughing it up behind his back while she was blowing the basketball team or something and getting expensive gifts and nice dinners from Chris. Landon hated that. Landon was a straight shooter even though he knew all the angles. He had a strong sense of what should and should not be done. Apparently fucking one's mother had changed sides of the list for him recently.

Landon glared at Chris but for once Chris had not backed down. Finally, Landon nodded. "She fucked a Hispanic guy cut like a body builder. She screamed like a banshee that she was coming while he pounded her on the kitchen table."

"I bet that changes what you think about when you eat lunch." Sammy said, chortling. Landon glared at him but with a little smile.

"I watched my mom fuck someone, one time." Chris said. He looked around, sort of waiting for someone else speak. I was amazed no one pressed for details but we were in delicate territory and I guess we all knew it. "She fucked my uncle." Chris said and looked at his lap. Then he looked up at Landon. "Did you get wood while she was fucking?" Chris asked. Then he said as an afterthought, maybe to let Landon know he was not waiting to pounce, point and laugh. "I did. Shit I came all over myself."

I could see why. Chris's mom was hot but we have established that they all were. But now we had crossed the Rubicon of discussing if they put out which ignored the no man's land where we imagined these women we all knew and loved naked or dressed in our favorite fantasy outfits. We skipped all that and went right to dreaming of them on their backs and calling for more cock. Mrs. Wills was a shiny thing with great tits. Come to think of it all five moms had great tits. I filed that away. I liked no, loved tits.

"Yeah. I came, like a million dollar stallion." Landon said. He looked around. "Anyone else seen their mom fucking someone?"

"Wait." I said. "Chris, you said your uncle? Which uncle? Does your dad have a brother?"

For a long time Chris did not even look up. I chewed my toes for a while, waiting and wishing I had kept quiet for once in my life but that has never been my thing. My foot was firmly and deeply stuck in my big mouth. When we needed someone to go talk to someone we did not want to talk to, regardless of the reason, I always went. They sent me, pushing me to go meet the new hot girl and get shot down in front of everyone or to get her phone number. I usually got shot down. Or go speak to the new teacher or professor with the fine ass with some made up inquiry just to get her to turn around to talk to me so they could examine the dimensions and specific degree of fineness her ass had. Or to talk to the police and assure them none of us owned or had access to a car and it was not beer we were pouring into the bushes at the park. I always had my mouth open and the girls knew that. They liked to silence me so whenever I got their panties off, they were always trying to sit on my face to shut me up. I had to learn to eat pussy or I would have suffocated.

"My dad is an only child." Chris said finally.

"Holy fuck! You mean your mother fucked her brother?"

"Brothers. I caught her fucking both of them, not at once, not just once. It is sort of a thing." Chris said.

"Does she know? Did she catch you catching her?" Brent said intensely.

Chris nodded. He half smiled. "I have pictures."

Brent snapped his fingers. "That's two."

"What do you mean, 'two'?" Landon asked.

"Two of our mothers we can certainly fuck."

"What do you mean 'we', Brent?" Landon asked .

"Hey, you suggested it. I am just thinking about how we do this. Unless we fuck them all, we cannot fuck any of them. Are you going to happy knowing I fucked your mom? Only if you fuck mine! We make a list of moms that will fuck and then we fuck 'em. But first, we have to know that each of our mother's will fuck. Then we can start working out how to fuck them. But it is all or nothing. Everyone pitches in or we stick to high school juniors who don't know anything about cock."

"My mom has a toy box." I said. "I have heard her playing a time or two." I shrugged. "And, yes, I came just listening." I blushed but no one pointed and laughed. If one of us had done that the subject would have become closed. Apparently no one wanted to close the subject. "I have several pictures of her in the shower. Naked. And one of her sitting at her dresser with no bra. You can see her tits clearly in the mirror." I looked around, having said more than was needed again, as usual. "She has great tits." I added.

"She does have great tits." Landon agreed. That made me feel better, that I was not the only one to notice.

"Mom kissed my sixth grade teacher." Sammy injected into the conversation.

"Mr. Simpson?" I asked.

Sammy nodded. "Remember when we ordered all those pizzas to his house after he got me grounded for nothing."

"You were whacking off in class, Sammy." Brent said. "Hardly nothing."

"I couldn't help it. Sharon Klawsky wasn't wearing a bra and I could see her nipples."

"You sat behind her." I said but the point was lost. He had been standing up in class looking down her blouse and had started rubbing his cock. Everyone got upset but Sammy spent all that time in detention telling everyone about the real live tits he has seen. Sharon developed very early and well.

"He came to see my parents after I got caught and they discussed me in detail. Dad was gone. Mom sent me to the store but I forgot money and came back though the alley to the garden door. There they were, sitting on the couch. Her shirt was up over her tits and he was kissing her. His hand was under the bra and he was kissing her. She was lying back on the couch with a hand under her skirt, between her legs. And he was kissing her. I got mad and ran around to the front and slammed the door. I was so mad, but not that she was kissing some guy or my teacher but because I was getting grounded. I told her I saw what she was doing and after she got Mr. Simpson out of the house, we agreed I was not grounded, she would not tell dad I was polishing my knob in class and I would not tell about she and Mr. Simpson playing tonsil hockey and stinky pinky. I doubt my father would have understood." He snickered. "Another time, last summer, I caught her tipping the plumber. He fucked her from behind over the couch. Anytime I hear that some strange guy is going to be in the house with her alone, I try to spy on her and see if she puts out. She has. Several times. I think she likes 'strange'."

I was so glad to hear that. I was feeling pretty strange myself, at the moment.

"That is three we know put out." Brent said. "Think about it. If we can fuck our moms, sex will never be a problem. If we share, we get lots of variety and they get the strange they like without much danger that the thing will get out of control. No one of us is going to ask them to leave their husbands. And our moms are all fucking hot! And if we bring a girl home and fuck her, what will they say? What can they say? They are fucking us too but they can't really get jealous, can they? It's perfect!"

"What if our dad's find out?" Sammy asked.

Brent shrugged. "I don't know about your dad, but I think mine would be happy to have something to toss back at her. Mom loves to be right and she always makes sure he says it is his fault but he never keeps it in his pants like he promises. The biggest fight was when he fucked her younger sister. I thought it was over then."

"So your mom fucks around too?" I asked.

Brent nodded. "I haven't seen her but they have fought about it enough, loudly enough that I have most of the stories in some detail. Neither one of them can play by the rules so they seem to have come to some accommodation. I know she fucked one of my Dad's business partners, god was he pissed! They fought all night and I found them both naked in the living room, snoring, sleeping it off. My parents are fucked up but I guess it works for them. I think they love each other, even like each other and do not want to move on but they both stray from the marriage bed. So, yes, that makes four."

"Four? Isn't that five?" I asked.

Brent looked at me. "Sonny, dirty pictures of your mom and a toy box does not equal a sure willingness to fuck us."

"Oh. I caught two of my sisters both fucking. Does that count?"

"NO!" Everyone said at once. But there was something in everyone's eyes that made me think I had opened a can of worms. But that was for later. Better to leave well enough alone, I thought.

Everyone was looking at me. "What?" I said. "Why is everyone looking at me?"

"You are the problem. If we move on our moms and yours causes a problem, it could be a huge problem." Landon spoke quietly.

"Hey, are we really talking about fucking each other's moms?" I asked.

They all nodded. For the first time I thought of my mom, fucking, naked and fucking. I wondered what she looked like with her legs open, her feet high, her knees at her ears. I had seen Georgia and Dalia both with their legs in the air and the Dalia with her mouth full of cock. I wondered if Mom knew they were fucking? Surely she smelled sex in their rooms? Everyone was still staring at me.

"What?" I said again.

"Will your mom fuck?" Brent asked. Brent was a good looking guy with black rimmed glasses which looked good on him. He was hung the best of us all but no one expected it. The round robin girls all commented on that to someone and it got back to us.

I looked at them, one at a time. "How am I supposed to figure that out? Keep ordering pizza till one of the pizza guys fucks her? Not likely. My mom, my mom . . ." I trailed off. Suddenly I knew what they were talking about. My mom was pretty cool but she had a fully realized sense of right and wrong and fucking 19 year old boys was unlikely to be under the list of 'rights' she would like to enforce. In a surprisingly short period of time, I ticked through the possibilities and figured out that I was the problem.

"I see. None of you can find out if she fucks because if she does not go for it, she goes back to your parents and you are in a world of hurt. You want me to fuck my own mother, don't you?" I sat staring back at them. Surprisingly, they all nodded at nearly the same time, without even looking around. I ran my hand through my brown hair. "Wow. That is heavy. You guys are serious, right? Or are you just fucking with me?"

They all looked around at each other and then they nodded.

"I am serious. " Landon said. "We should fuck our mothers!" His eyes flashed.

"We need to address this though. If we are going to fuck our mothers, then we all have to be willing to fuck our own mothers." Brent said seriously. "This is a three musketeers thing."

"I definitely would fuck my mom, but I am not sure she would ever fuck me." Sammy said. "She doesn't let me eat soup without giving me pointers. She might make me just crazy!"

"Or it might be when she starts to see you . . . " Brent began

"Or feel you." Landon injected with a snicker.

" . . . as an adult, things might change." Brent said. "If you put your cock in her, things might change. After you fuck her, if you bring a girl home, do you think she would complain if you make her listen to another woman screaming? No. Once you fuck her, the whole 'this is my house and you will live by my rules' all changes. You become the safe, available cock that the husband cannot complain about if you get caught." Brent turned his fierce green eyes on me. "You are the problem. But we'll help. The first thing that has to happen is that we have to get our mothers into a position where they think they have to put out to one of us. Then they will get caught by the rest of us and they will have to put out to us all. Sonny can go first. I doubt anyone would go running to his mom because they figure she would cut your heart out. Since we know that they put out when it pleases them, then we could always cool their jets if they get uppity."

My head was swimming. Here I was getting pushed out of the airplane first and by myself again, without a parachute. I could feel the wind whistling through my hair. "I am not sure that any of us are safe if the husbands in the picture catch on." I said. "But then again, they all seem to be sniffing around strange pretty regular." I hesitated, thinking. "Perhaps I could start with someone else's mom, just to get started?" I was thinking aloud, still feeling like I was drunk or goofy high.

"You can definitely fuck my mom." Sammy said. "She digs you."

I found that curiously disturbing, mostly because it meant I had missed her signals and felt stupid for missing the chance to fuck my friend's mom. And then I felt guilty about feeling stupid instead of ashamed. I laughed. "This is a joke, right? You guys got together and . . ." I trailed off. No one was laughing with me. "Come on. You guys really want to do a pact that says we all have to fuck each other's mom at least once and we have to fuck our own moms? Is that really what we are talking about?"

Everyone nodded.

"Then we are too fucking bored." I said.

Chris's face fell. "You mean you aren't going to do it? Then no one can." He said.

"And this conversation never happened." Landon followed.

I held up my hands. "Wait. Wait. Wait. I am not saying 'no'. I am just, I have to, I need to. Give me a minute to absorb this. You all are asking me to fuck your mothers?"

"I have the best approach for you. You fuck one of our moms and then you have a heart to heart with your mom, you are falling in love, she is falling in love with you, that sort of thing. Or maybe you feel guilty and ask for advice. Then you fuck her. She'll let you because she will be scared you are ruining your life with a married woman who is the mother of your best friend. She'll be trying to rescue you."

"Uh huh." I said. But the idea had some merit. Mom was always getting me out of trouble. Since my dad died, she had developed a soft spot that had not been there before and my sisters and I took advantage of it. On reflection, that was likely one reason we all still lived at home and why we did not pay rent and why she did not date, ever. Wait a minute? She did not date? She had to get sex crazy from time to time. I could hide her toy box and she would get crazy and, and . . . . Maybe it would work. No, what a stupid idea, but it got me thinking. There had to be a way. "What if it does not work? I fuck someone's mother and then it all comes apart, you all will hate me."Don't tell us who you fuck. Keep it secret till you have your mother on her back. Then we can figure out how to proceed." Brent said.

"Do we need to sign something?" Sammy asked.

Everyone shook their heads. "No. We have to trust each other." Landon said. "We have to agree that our objective, the end game is for the five of us to fuck each mother all at the same time. I want them all to be air tight several times." He looked around at us. Landon had black hair which he kept long. "Mouth, cunt, ass. Our objective is for all of our mothers to give every hole up. At the same time. Then we can take them all at once. A MILF orgy!"

I shook my head. "Landon, if you are pissed at your mom, you should not be taking it out on ours." He always got carried away with his plans. Without us, he would have tried flying off the top of his uncle's department store when we were ten. We talked him out of it but it took us all, tag teaming him till he got off the ledge and we went and ate hot dogs.

He shook his head. "Think about it. They are what 35, 40 years old? They are entering the time of boredom when a marriage falls apart. If our fathers get involved—sorry, Sonny—then we have to have some bimbos to hand to the old man to keep him quiet and content. It'll keep things balanced. We'll all have access to five of the most beautiful women in the area!"

"We are getting ahead of ourselves. Sonny, you go after one of our moms." Brent was often the voice of reason, not that I did not try I just was not as good at it as he was. "If you succeed, see if you can work it into a seduction of your mother. When you do, get us all together and let us know that it is open season on the MILFs we all know and love. Everyone agree?" Brent asked.

Everyone nodded. That is how the MILF list began. It began with our own mothers. Later, guys would want to join but only if they had a MILF to contribute to the list and we could give them a mother or two for their very own. But it all started with me. I had to fuck my mother.

We did not discuss the MILF List for some time. I called it that in my mind, a list of mother's we could fuck. For a month, I stalled and avoided. The other guys made it plain, however, they were on board. Brent, whose mother was Italian and had aged very well, invited me over to his house and then split so when I arrived, I was alone in the house with her. As always, she offered me everything to eat or drink and I finally asked for water. When she went to get water from the tap, the thing malfunctioned and water sprayed all over her. There I was in the kitchen with Mrs. Rossini being sprayed with water till her white tee shirt was plastered to her huge tits and the aureoles were clearly visible. I helped fix the leak and clean up the mess, staring all the time at her tits. She never seemed to notice and I lost my nerve. But she never covered up.

Sammy invited me over when he knew his mother was going to be in his shower, then hid in the basement. I came into the empty house and poked my head into the bathroom and saw her through the steamy glass. She shrieked and I freaked. She came out in a towel and I apologized. She came over and hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. In a towel! And all I did was stutter, my hands jammed in my pockets to hide my wood. My cock was so hard! That was the when it became real that I was going to do this. Till then, I was just thinking about it, like considering becoming an astronaut. It sounds cool but never really makes it onto your schedule. Standing there with a hard cock while Mrs. Honeywell kissed me on the cheek changed my way of thinking. Later, I wondered what would have happened if I had just pulled the towel loose.

Landon's mother called me and asked me to come over to help her pack some things for Landon who had left town for an interview but had been invited to spend a week with her husband's business associate boating on the great lakes. Rather than just buying all new stuff, Landon insisted she FEDX some stuff to him and suggested she ask me to come over and help her figure out what he wanted. Mrs. Clark was a gorgeous woman with sandy brown hair. Her hips had matured without losing form. She had Landon before she got married and never told her family who the father was. She married well but her family did not like her husband. He was a player and everyone knew it. She ignored it but lived with the whispers. Even my mom had mentioned the fact that Kyla Clark was in a very sad situation. If my mom knew about it, everyone knew about it.

I got to their front door about nine in the morning that Thursday. I knew this was Landon's version of a setup. I was nervous but screwed myself to the sticking place, as it were. Mrs. Clark answered the door in an elegant house coat.

"Thank you for coming over, Sonny. I do not know what got into Landon. He insisted that I send these things and that I would not get it right. He must really like the interview he had because he really seems to want to impress them. I hope you weren't doing anything this morning. Thank you for helping me." I stood at the door staring at her cleavage revealed by the loose amber robe. I thought about saying something but my mind was working and my eyes were fixed on the skin visible above her breasts which filled the robe so alluringly. Mrs. Clark was about five six or seven, shorter than me by a little. She had a narrow waist and emerald green eyes. Her curly brown hair tumbled down below her shoulders. Usually she had it tied up when I came over with Landon but not this morning.

But what my mind focused on, besides the fact that she was blocking the door and not moving to let me in, was that she was rattling, talking without letting me get a word in edgewise. I mentally fumbled for the meaning and then I found it; Mrs. Clark was nervous about something. Ironically, the first thing I thought was that the Hispanic bodybuilder was hiding in her closet waiting to come out and pound me if I tried anything. But she continued to rattle, talking about Landon being gone, and her being lonely with Mr. Clark off in Chicago for three weeks running without coming home and not likely to be home any time soon. Her hands fluttered, touching the lapels of her robe, flicking errant strands of hair from her eyes, waving at something invisible I could not see. By the time we got into Landon's room, standing beside his bed, I realized she was nervous because of me and the more the certainty of that grew in me, the calmer I became. She was still talking a blue streak.

We putzed around Landon's room, gathering whatever it was he wanted till we had a bag full, ready to be shipped. She asked me to help her get it boxed up because the FEDX driver would be there soon. We had just finished when doorbell rang and the pickup was done.

"I don't know how I can ever thank you." She said, almost panting after the door closed.

"You could fix me a cup of tea." I said. This passed for inspiration. The robe hid her body but I had a good imagination. I was resolved to fuck her or get slapped really, really hard. Maybe I would just try to kiss her a little and see what happened. The knee in the crotch did not sound appealing.

Mrs. Clark stared at me for a moment and then nodded. "Yes, of course." I followed her into the kitchen. She was so nervous she spilled water and nearly dropped the tea kettle when she missed the stove, banging the kettle against the stove front. I thought she would become hysterical. She set it down and turned on the heat and bowed her head, panting. I moved over behind her and placed my hands on her waist.

"Mrs. Clark, come sit down. Let me rub your neck and shoulders and see if you can relax."

Mrs. Clark turned in my hands. I lifted them and then replaced them on her waist when she was turned. She laid her hands on my shoulders and smiled at me, her eyes seemed clouded and bleak. "That sounds wonderful." She let me guide her by the elbow to the kitchen table. I pulled out a chair, imagining her on her back being pounded by the pool guy or whoever. I started to get hard. She sat down and stared right at my twitching crotch.

I moved behind her and began to massage her back. She moaned. Since I first considered the possibility that this woman was nervous and further that she was acutely aware of being in her house alone in her robe with me, I had been trying to retrain my mind to think of her like I thought of all the other girls I had successfully seduced; all three of them. Two had kissed me and unbuttoned their blouses themselves so I could get a clue. The last though, I had kissed myself and run a hand up her back and played with her bra strap till she took it loose herself. The rest came pretty easy. As I massaged Mrs. Clark's neck, I wondered if she had a bra on and started to lean more over her back. Truth was I wasn't really sure how to start.

Of course she had been talking the whole time. For once in my life I was not talking too much. I had no idea what to say except 'want to fuck?' which I did not think would cut the mustard. I started to focus on what Mrs. Clark was talking about only to discover she was recounting her suspicions that her husband was fucking one or more of the women she saw in his office. "Does that bother you?" I asked idly as I slipped the robe wider on her shoulders. She had just been saying that she was certain that the receptionist would open her knees for anyone.

My question stopped her voice. Rather than worry about the silence, I pushed the robe further and further till it topped each shoulder and drooped down her upper arms. Her hands where folded in her lap. When the robe reached the upper arm, she moved her arms and let the front open. Good news, she had no bra on. I could see down to the panties at her waist. I could see the inner sides of her breasts. Her hands held the front of the robe closed.

I rubbed hard at her neck and she bowed her head. Behind me the kettle began to squeal. I turned it off. Mrs. Clark never moved. I put my hands on her upper arms and smoothed the robe further, down to her elbows. Her breasts came into view. She shuddered but otherwise sat stock still. I bent over her neck and kissed her lightly, right on the ridge of her back next to her neck.

"Ohhhhhh." She sighed. I moved my lips toward her shoulder, breathing hot air onto her skin. Then I lowered my mouth and kissed her skin again. "Ohhh my." She hissed. I kissed closer to her shoulder, "ohhh my god." No objections, no protest, just a simple reaction to my lips on her skin. That was good, I thought.

My cock was so hard I thought my eyes wouldn't close. I kissed her neck and her head tipped to expose more of her perfect neck to my lips. I kissed up to her ear and she gasped.

"I want you." I whispered, suddenly inspired.

"You don't want tea anymore?" She asked leaning away from me and turning to look at me.

I thought I had fucked up big time. She was gazing at me, her eyes flicking from my lips to one eye then the other. I leaned into her and kissed her lips. Her busy eyes closed. She came out of the chair, dropping the robe on the floor. It was at that moment that the whole thing became real to me. I was going to fuck her on the table where Landon watched her fuck the pool guy. I resolved to fuck her right there. Then her mouth opened and the kiss got serious.

Mrs. Clark's hands grasped my shoulders for a moment as her tongue searched for mine. I was so stunned that I did not respond, thinking too much. Then I parted my lips and her tongue filled my mouth, searching and caressing the roof of my mouth, making me shiver. Her hands released me and we parted. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were laughing and for a moment I was worried but then noticed her bare tits and forgot what was happening. I stared at them as they moved while she unbuttoned my shirt. When her fingers got down to my waist, she unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and pulled them down. My underwear went with them and a moment later, I was standing in the Clarks beautiful kitchen with my britches at my knees. Mrs. Clark knelt and kissed the head of my very, very hard cock.

I groaned and my life passed before my eyes. I thought I was going to die because I certainly could not breathe any longer. My head snapped forward. I wanted to watch my cock go into this woman's mouth. My first blowjob! Mrs. Clark licked the head of my cock and her full lips kissed and caressed my cock. She ran her tongue down the length of my unit, down one side and up the other. She pursed her lips and sucked gently on the flared end of my cock. I gasped and groaned all at the same time and my hips twitched. While I watched, my cock disappeared into the woman's oval mouth. I twitched when she inhaled and sucked me all the way into her throat. Her nose flared and she swallowed. The feeling of her throat flexing around my cock while her tongue rubbed all over the length of my cock was great. Then she began to suck and her throat moved on the end of my cock. That did it. The pending orgasm broke over me like a storm and I was coming into her mouth. Mrs. Clark sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed till the storm passed. She pulled her mouth off my cock and licked her lips.

"You taste good." She said as she stood up. She skimmed her panties down her fine hips and elegant legs. She hooked her beautiful ass on the table and scooted back onto it. "Your turn." She said.

For a moment I did not understand. I stared down at my drooping cock with growing concern, filled with performance anxiety and a flaccid sense of inadequacy to the moment. Then Mrs. Clark opened her legs and leaned back. Her head fell back and she arched her back. Suddenly, all I could see was her pussy. The light went on. She was shaved, hairless and she was offering it to me or begging. That sounded better in my head, she was begging for me to kiss her pussy. I had kissed a pussy or two but it was more like the chaste kiss one offers a cousin and I had gotten no props for doing so. This woman sat on the table, her legs open, her cunt dewy and visible, her eyes closed. I escaped the pants around my knees, removing shoes and everything so I was naked in the kitchen with the naked woman lying on the table.

Mrs. Clark watched me fight with my clothes with a sort of predatory patience. I pulled up a chair and sat down. I put a finger out and touched her cunt lips. Her whole body jerked and she moaned but otherwise, she did not change her pose. I ran my hands along her legs and they moved wider. I touched her waist with my hands and her hips rose, lifting her pussy towards my dry lips.

Dry lips. I glanced down at her pussy and decided I needed a drink, so I went and got a glass of water. She watched me, her eyes lidded; posed naked on the kitchen table. I was having a 'pinch me, I think I'm dreaming' moment and I was not sure if I wanted to pinch myself before or after I fucked her. I soon figured it out. After, definitely after.

I returned to the table with the glass, drinking deeply. I kept some water in my mouth, set the glass down on the floor and leaned into her body. I pressed my lips to her pussy and Mrs. Clark groaned. I was going to spray water into her cunt but I had to swallow because I was not sure where the opening was, just poor planning but it was a private mistake, a lack of experience which I was hopeful would change. Having swallowed, my curious tongue emerged from my ignorant lips and began to search around on the bare flesh for the right spot. I must have touched it because she cried out and dropped down on the table. Her hands moved to the back of my head and I felt the gentle, directing pressure. Then the lips of her pussy opened and I encountered her moisture with my tongue. Rather than pull back, I speared deeper and then licked her cunt from bottom to top and back again. Mrs. Clark squealed.

"Oh, Sonnnnnny!"

I am eating my friend's mom, I said to myself. My cock twitched and was hard again. Then I began to eat her in earnest. I kissed and sucked without much of a plan, sort of searching her flesh for the jerk and the flinch and the groans that I could draw from her body. I think I found her clit in the course of this blundering around between Mrs. Clark's legs. She shuddered when I touched my tongue to the protruding little bit of flesh that seemed wholly out of place. I sucked on it and tweaked it with my tongue and I thought she was going to buck me off on the floor. Luckily her hands had a firm hold on the back of my head so I was aided in keeping my mouth plastered against her quivering cunt. My lips released her clit and moved down, down to the weeping pussy. I rammed my tongue as deep into her as I could. Her whole body jerked again. She was fucking my face, bouncing her great ass on the table which shoved her pussy at my face over and over. Her legs had been up on the table where she balanced on her ass, feet and shoulders to give her leverage to fuck my tongue. The harder she jerked, the more the table rocked and then her feet lost purchase on the table and I thought we were both going off onto the floor, me first. I got my arms around each leg, clamping my hands onto her inner thighs, keeping her clinching legs apart. That steadied us. I pushed my tongue into her again and she made some weird sound that I cannot spell and then her whole body began to shake.

I knew she was having an insanely great orgasm. I think I left my body so I could do a happy dance with a few fist pumps thrown in. I had never seen a real orgasm before. To that point, I had been all about getting my happy stick poked into the pussy and as soon as I did, boom, it was over. No one ever suggested I should hurry up and get it over with, they were usually too slow to suggest it, not that any of the three would have if I had waited. But this time, my cock had been attended to and now my face was doing the work. I think my eyes were closed because I could not see anything, maybe I blacked out or something. I do remember noticing when hands and legs relaxed and I got some fresh air. My senses rebooted and started working again, one by one, like apps on a computer which is coming on again. When my hearing came back on all I heard was a panting voice. A moment later, I comprehended the words that panting voice was chanting.

"Cock. Cock. Cock. Put your cock in me. Put your cock in me. I need your cock! I want your cock! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

I flexed my arms and pried her legs from the sides of my face and sat back. The chanting continued. Mrs. Clarks head wagged side to side as she chanted. So I stood up and found the table was the right height. For a moment, I thought about Landon finding his mother like this with the pool guy pounding away. It gave me sort of a charge. I did not need more suggestions but some instructions might have been nice. I had never done it at this angle before and I was concerned about how it would work. In my head I had the pool guy lying on top of her on the table but if I tried that, it would tip over and if we survived the fall, we would end up doing it on the floor which seemed undignified for Mrs. Clark. Crazy shit goes through your head when a naked woman is chanting 'I want your cock' right in front of you.

She was not moving, and her voice had melted into a sort of raspy whisper, like she didn't know what she was saying but did not have the energy to change it to something else or the sense to stop. Her legs dangled off the table and her butt was right at the edge. I looked down and could clearly see her open vagina, her pussy, frothy with stuff I labeled 'come' in my head but could have been saliva I guess. Mrs. Clark had her hands on the edge of the table. She was completely still except for the collage of nasty words spewing from her lank mouth. I put out a finger and pressed lightly on her pussy, just touching it like I was curious.

Mrs. Clark nearly jumped off the table. She opened her clinched eyes and looked down her naked body at me. I wanted to spend a little time with her tits because they had been such objects of fascination for so long but her voice was whispering a continuing string of instructions, suggestions, demands and a couple imprecations I am too polite to suggest she said to me at all. All her idle chatter made my dick twitch with anticipation. I shuffled closer and touched her pussy with the end of my cock. Her voice stopped like someone had cut her throat and her head dropped back onto the table with a bang. I moved the head of my dick up and down her pussy a time or two and then leaned against her. I knew that much. The head slipped inside of her and Mrs. Clark groaned, but then was silent when I held still. For a moment I honestly thought I was hurting her. When nothing else happened, I pressed deeper into her cunt. She accepted me without comment. I was seeing lights and I may have gone deaf. I felt lightheaded and dizzy. I leaned forward further and my dick went a little deeper. I thought about her clit and went looking for it with a finger, trying to offset the enormous pleasure being inside Mrs. Clark was giving me by giving me something to do, something to focus on besides the incredible feeling of her enveloping cunt. I feared another orgasm would end this encounter and I wanted to extend it longer. The sensations of her pulsing cunt were indescribable so I will not try. I liked it a lot though. I touched her clit.

Bad idea. Her ass exploded off the table fast and hard, jamming my dick the rest of the way into her body. I nearly lost my footing and fell over backwards, I would have but for the safety attachment that kept us stable—that is, my cock safely embedded so far into her cunt I could feel its lips on my balls. She had a good, firm hold on my cock with her pussy muscles so I could not leave. Her legs lifted and she locked them around my waist and I began to fuck her. For real. The first four or five strokes she just lay there and took it. By six or seven, she was hunching with me, rolling her pussy up to meet me when I slammed down into her boiling center. She braced herself on the table and began to fuck up at me. I bent over her and grabbed her ass and really began to cock her good. I plunged into her again and again, feeling her cunt spasm around me and then clench. I held still and then pulled back. Mrs. Clark moaned as I pulled out of her and sighed as the head backed all the way to her pussy lips. I slammed it back so fast and so hard I banged my thighs on the table. She scooted when I slammed into her. I pulled her back off the table, directly onto my cock and she grunted when I hit bottom again. Her ass was hanging off the table and my cock was rooted all the way inside her. I felt a shiver go through her and she started all that dirty talk again. Things about fucking her silly and making her come. She even said she'd be my bitch forever if I would just fuck her good and fuck her often. I could not believe my ears but they were not commanding much of my attention right then.I took good hold of her ass and began to chase my orgasm. I was about half way down my path to pleasure when she tightened legs and cunt at the same time and arched her back, lifting her waist off the table which jammed her pulsing pussy full onto my cock.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, I ammmmm coommmiinnngggg!" Mrs. Clark cried. Then her hips flew at me, vibrating on my cock so fast I could not begin to keep up. I just shoved deep into her and held on. Her pussy roiled and sucked at my cock and just like that, my orgasm flooded over me. I came inside Mrs. Clark's pussy, pumping over and over and over again till I was only doing little mouse jerks into her heaving body. I lost all strength and lay down on her naked chest, kissing the inside of one breast. Her legs relaxed and she grunted and wheezed and went still and silent. My head was lying between her big tits. I was staring at the nipple of one while feeling the other one against the back of my head. The position was awkward but I was pretty sure if I tried to stand up I would topple over. So I stayed right where I was for a few minutes.

When I stood up, my cock popped out of her pussy and our juice dribbled out onto the floor. I stared between her legs. Mrs. Clark pulled her body back and she dribbled more onto the table. I did not know what to say so I got my clothes, dressed and left. Later in the day, when the 'just fucked' haze lifted, I realized how screwed up it was to walk off and leave her lying like that on the kitchen table. I knew I had violated some sex etiquette but I certainly knew no way to fix the fuck up. For most of the day, I was just blissed out. Sex is the bestest thing I know.

I only started being neurotic later in the day, alone in my room, thinking about having fucked a real woman. I thought about what I was doing there in the first place and thought about my own mother downstairs whiling away the evening while her son plotted to get with her. I shuddered and felt guilty of something but was not thinking clearly enough to know what it was. It was then I wondered if I could fuck Mrs. Clark again and how best to go about doing so. That was the moment that the possibility of a fucking fuck up occurred to me and I started getting really neurotic. I can get that way but this time, I think I handled it really well. Instead of getting all worried about what she thought and how I could fix things, I remembered that our objective was to give her the fucking of her life and make her air tight over and over, turn her into our MILF slut. I thought about the five of us doing what I had just done to her. I thought about fucking her while she sucked on her son's cock. About how much Mrs. Clark seemed to like to fuck me and I came to a conclusion: She would be happy to have five young studs fucking the shit out of her when we got down to it. Good rationalization, huh?

It served its purpose and I slept like the dead that night. At ten the next morning, I was at Mrs. Clark's door. Mrs. Clark was guarded and worried when she opened the door and found me standing there. I think she must have gotten neurotic too. I was there to help with the cure for her neurosis and mine. I had just the dick she needed.

"Sonny? What are you doing here? Listen, perhaps it is good you came by. I think we need to talk." Again she blocked the door. And she was rattling. That made me feel better, calmer. My cock started to harden. Even if I wanted to talk, the conversation she likely had in mind about us making a mistake and never doing that again was not one I wanted to have at her front door. But I did not want to have that conversation anyway. She was dressed in regular clothes. Nothing fancy. A normal white blouse that buttoned up the front, I could make out a bra underneath because it was one of the funny blouses that a guy can see through. If a woman wears a see-through blouse isn't she asking a guy to look and when we try to avoid it, don't they just laugh at us, secretly? So I stared right at her breasts and cleavage. She had a pleated skirt on, black and white threads with bits of red and green in. It looked young on her. I wondered if she had panties on her bare pussy. Yep, I was hard.

"Sonny? Sonny?"

I had been staring but she had not invited me either so my lack of attention was not all my fault. She moved the door a little wider and I moved. My left arm went around her waist and I all but carried her backwards into the hall while closing the door behind me. She gasped. We ended up with her back against the wall. I pressed my lips against hers. They were stiff and cool and unresponsive. I pulled back, sensing some resistance. My hot eyes bored into her green ones.

She did not speak so I did. "Mrs. Clark, if you want me to leave now, you say so. But I am going to kiss you again and if you like it, if you kiss me good, I am going to spend the rest of the day fucking you in every fashion I know how and some I have not thought of yet. I know I am young and inexperienced and I am thinking that you can teach me how to please a woman. In return, I promise you I will fuck you crooked."

Mrs. Clark stared at me for a while. My body was pressed against her, holding her tight against the wall, my very hard cock pressing against her crotch. Finally she moved her head forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. "If you are going to fuck me, don't you think you should call me something besides Mrs. Clark?" She asked. Then she placed her lips against mine and her mouth opened and we were kissing. My mouth opened and our tongues met and exchanged the polite pleasantries that tongues exchange when meeting again for the first time. I pressed my body harder against her, fitting my thigh between her legs. They opened nicely and her hips pushed at me several times. I felt one of her hands on my neck as she kissed me and the other slipped under my tee and began caressing my bare back.

She was panting when we broke the kiss, letting our lips part and separating enough to focus on each other. "So? What should I call you, Mrs. Clark?" I asked.

"My name is Kyla. Use that and I will answer most every time." Then she kissed me again. Her fire had gotten started quickly and it burned hot. Her hand was rubbing my chest and stomach.

"Mrs. Clark," I started but she cleared her throat. "No, let me do this then you will be 'open legs Kyla' till you come the last time." She regarded me with serious eyes, waiting. "Mrs. Clark," and my mind stopped functioning. I could think of nothing to say. So I let brevity be the soul of wit. "I want you. Mrs. Clark, I want you on your back, begging to be fucked."

Mrs. Clark smiled and kissed me on the lips. "Sonny, take me to bed."

For a moment, this all seemed too easy, a thought I would file away for later consideration. But then, I decided to take what was offered. "Show me the way." I thought she would take me to her bedroom. Instead, she took me to Landon's.

She opened the door and entered the room, turning to look at me, standing by Landon's bed. "Sonny, I want you to lay me on my son's bed. I want to feel you enter me, on my son's bed. I want you to have me, on my son's bed. I want you," she stopped. "I want you to fuck me, on Landon's bed."

Something was happening here that I was missing, something complicated. When things get complicated, I get confused and when I am confused, I do the most obvious, easiest thing. I took the ravishing, panting woman before me in my arms and kissed her like I wanted, her which I did.

When I released Kyla, she was panting, her eyes glittered with want and need and all those things that make a woman come. I wanted to just push her onto the bed and mount her and for a moment, I thought I would. But while I was thinking, we both stood still and Kyla's lips parted and she licked her lips, upper then lower; her tongue swiped across them with unusual slowness. I took the cue.

I unbuttoned the top button of her normal white blouse,. Then I pulled it loose from the front of her skirt, found the bottom button and undid it. I undid the next button and the next till I revealed the flesh of her tummy. I touched the skin with my finger, all the while looking back and forth between her eyes and the buttons. I unbuttoned another one and looked back to her eyes. She was watching me with intense focus. When I looked down I could see between her breasts. I unbuttoned another button, revealing her belly button. And another and another till my fingers were flirting with the undersides of her breasts. I looked back at her eyes. She fixed her eyes on mine. I ran fingers along the undersides of the cups holding each breast and her eyes cocked up and then closed as she exhaled. I conquered another button and pressed the palms of my hands against the bra cups. Kyla moaned.

"You are moaning, Kyla. Why?"

"I love the feeling of your hands on my breasts."

"Tits, Kyla. You have tits or boobs. Breasts are for women who do not fuck their son's best friends."

Her eyes opened and her stare was so intense, nearly a glare, I thought I had overstepped a boundary I did not see but was clearly searching for. "Tits. I have tits and I like your hands on them." Kyla said.

I undid one more button, leaving just one more. The blouse was open, draped around my wrists. "Kyla?"

"Yes, Sonny?" Her voice had a certain quality. She was breathless, a breathy exhalation that caught my imagination and in that moment, I recognized where I knew it from. It was the way Marilyn Monroe talked.

"Do you want me to take off your blouse?"

"Yes, Sonny." Kyla said.

I loved those words. Yes, Sonny! Was anything sexier than that phrase? "You sound distracted. What has your attention?" At the moment, my hands were holding her by the side, below her breasts, feeling her breath, her skin, her body. I held her lightly, pressing at her ribs.

"My nipples. They ache to be . . . " She stopped.

"To be what, Kyla?" I asked.

"To be touched. Pinched. Kissed. Sucked. Ohhhh." The words themselves seemed to have affected her. Kyla closed her eyes and her body moved towards me but I held us apart with my hands. Her eyes opened. "Please take off my blouse." She said.

I obliged. I unfastened the last button and opened the blouse revealing cleavage and bra. I pulled it apart and over her shoulders. They flexed backwards as the fabric passed over them and she let it drop onto the bed behind her. I released her and stepped back. Her breasts were large, at least D and filled the cups. I put my hands on her shoulders, slipping my thumbs under each strap. I slowly pulled the straps further and further towards the point of each shoulder, then over the shoulder bone and down her upper arms.

Kyla turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. The bra clung to her tits but loosely. I tucked fingers into each cup and folded them down till her nipples came into view. Kyla shuddered. "Touch me." She hissed, urgency inflecting her voice. "Touch my tits. Pinch my nipples!"

I withdrew my hands from her body and her eyes opened, though her head did not move. She regarded me out of the corners of her eyes, breathing through her open lips. "I am going to fuck you, Kyla." She nodded.

"You are going to fuck me, Sonny." She wanted to say more, I know she wanted to babble and curse and plead. But she kept silent and her silence agreed with mine so we were both together in the endeavor to excite her with these simple, careful gestures. I discovered in that moment that a woman can be teased and she will engage you and love you for it.

"Are you wet, Kyla?" I asked.

For a moment she looked shocked and then her eyes lost focus for a moment. "Yes, Sonny. I am wet. My cunt wants to be fucked."

Hearing her say those words made my cock twitch and my chest seized up so I could not breathe. "Turn around." I said. I did not step back so she had to turn in the small space between my body and the bed. For a moment she tried to lean away but then, instead, she leaned into me and rubbed her torso on mine as she turned her back to me. I wrapped both arms around her body, clasping a hand to each breast and pulled her back against me. Kyla sighed. I kissed her neck and down the shoulder. Her head lulled to the side, exposing her neck like an entranced lover giving herself to a vampire. I fastened my lips on her graceful neck and kissed her hard. Suddenly, I wanted to mark her and she gasped as I sucked on her neck. A hand rose to touch my face and then dropped and her voice made a noise but no words. I squeezed her breasts through the bra, crushing her back against me as I bit and kissed her neck, sucking hard. She groaned. I relaxed my lips on her skin, flicking my tongue where I had kissed and looked down at the red bruise. I kissed down towards her shoulder. Her hands covered my hands, pressing at them and thus pressing my hands harder into her chest. I kissed back up her neck and finally contacted her ear, through the fall of her light brown hair.

She moaned and squirmed in my grasp, not to escape but in response to the contact. I kissed her ear lobe lightly and Kyla moaned, a soft 'ohhhh!' I kissed the rest of her ear and touched the center with the tip of my tongue. Her whole body twitched. She pressed her ass back against my stiff cock, grinding against me for a few moments.

"I am going to take off your clothes, Kyla."

"Yes?"

"Then you will lie on your back, Kyla."

"Yesssss!"

"And you will spread your legs, Kyla."

"Yessssssss, oh yes!"

"And?"

"And you will mount me. You will get between my legs and press your cock into my pussy and shove it all the way into my panting, pleading body. " Kyla whispered.

"Will you scream when I fuck my cock into you the first time?"

"Oh yes!"

"Kiss me." Kyla turned her head twisting her body so our lips could meet. I had hold of her by the breasts and she shivered when our lips met. Her mouth was open and her tongue found mine immediately as we kissed. I took hold of the bra and pulled down on the upper edge of each cup, turning them nearly inside out as I peeled the bra down, off of her breasts. Kyla grunted and then squealed when my fingers found her nipples and pinched them, both, at the same time and very, very hard. She broke the kiss, whipping her head away from me. "Oh god, please fuck me!"

I pinched her nipples again and she flinched, falling against me, grinding her ass against my cock. Her hands were locked on each of my wrists, just clutching me, not trying to move my hands at all, like she was just holding on to something. "I am going to kiss your nipples. Turn around.

Her hands released me and Kyla turned around. I moved back and stooped to her tit and took the nipple into my mouth, swallowing the whole breast. I moved to the other and nipped at the nipple with my lips, pinching it as hard as I could with my pliable lips. Then I took it between my teeth and bit down the slightest bit. Kyla shrieked, but she did not move. I retreated.

Her head righted and her eyes opened, half way and she looked at me, her body swaying, her head moving as she panted. I reached around her and unhooked the bra. I found the hook and zipper on the skirt and released both. The skirt shuffled down her hips and I helped till it fell away. I put both hands on her waist, each little finger tucked inside the band of her tan panties. "Mrs. Clark, if I take down your panties, you must fuck me. You will fuck whenever I want you to fuck. Do you agree?"

Kyla's eyes widened a little.

"I will take you whenever I want you. Do you agree?"

For a few moments, I thought she would back way but finally, she closed her eyes and nodded.

"Say it."

"You can have me, whenever you want me." Mrs. Clark breathed the words out, licking her lips.

"I can take you, however I want you." I pressed.

She nodded and then her eyes opened. She smiled and looked at me. The decision to become a sex goddess was made. "You can have me, take me, fuck me any way you want."

"If I want your ass, Mrs. Clark?"

Kyla nodded. "You can have my ass, Sonny. Oh, god!" Her eyes closed.

If I want to fuck you in the park? Or caress you at the mall, Mrs. Clark."

Kyla did not open her eyes. "You can take in the park, on my back with my legs wrapped around you. You can put your hand up my dress while we wait for smoothies or kiss me in Victoria's Secret while I am modeling bra and panty sets for you. Or pinch my nipples. You can fuck me in the dressing room. I will suck your cock while people are shopping around us." She was panting.

Now for the final piece of the puzzle. "Mrs. Clark, if I want to share you, if I want to have one of my friends fuck you in the ass while I fuck your pussy . . .?"

She opened her eyes and her gaze was fierce and intense but she was present, realizing what I was suggesting. "Sonny? You mean you want me to fuck some of Landon's other friends?"

I nodded. "If I want you to, you will. If I take down your panties, your body is mine. I own you."

She shook her head. "No." She said. She bowed her head, her loose hair obscured her face. "If you fuck me, I am yours to do with as you like. I will do what you demand."

"I will never demand. I will always ask." I said softly.

Kyla raised her head. "Take off my panties, Sonny. Lay me down on Landon's bed. Put your beautiful cock into my body, deep into my pussy! Have me any way you want me."

Her panties skimmed down her hips, thighs to her knees. I pushed her a bit and she sat, lifting her feet as she did. I removed her panties and stuck them into my pocket. I took off my shirt. She sat staring up at me. I kicked off my sneakers. My hands when to my jeans and I unbuckled the belt, unbuttoned and unzipped them. My hard cock strained against the material of my white jockeys. I shoved my jeans to my thighs and rubbed a hand over my cock. It twitched for me. Mrs. Clark's mouth was open and she continually licked her lips. My jeans drooped at my knees and I bent to push them down further. My face approached Kyla's. She bent her head and presented her lips to me and I kissed her, one hand on her shoulder while I removed my jeans. When I stood back up, straight before her, Kyla's eyes focused on my cock. For a moment I thought about asking her to take off the underwear but it occurred to me that she might put my cock in her mouth and I really, really wanted to put it in her pussy right then. I hooked a thumb in each side and slowly pulled at the waistband. My curly pubic hair appeared, thick and brown. I pulled the jockeys out and over the head of my very hard, every erect cock.

"There it is, Kyla, the cock that is going to penetrate you." I whispered.

She moaned and nodded slightly, once, transfixed. Both hands lifted a few inches from her bare knees and dropped again. I moved the underwear lower, revealing more hard dick. She stared, licking her lips over and over again. When the cock was fully in view, I stood before her with my hard cock before her face. Mrs. Clark looked up at me, opened her mouth and kissed my cock. She licked the head and then sucked it into her mouth. I could not, did not resist her. I face fucked her for a few minutes, luxuriating in the feel of her hot mouth, tongue and lips as they made love to my hard cock. When orgasm threatened, I withdrew.

"Lay down, Mrs. Clark." She scooted to the middle of the bed and lay down, ankles together. I stepped out of my underwear and knelt beside the twin bed and kissed her on the mouth. Her arms went around me. I placed a hand on her thigh and her legs opened, like a parting curtain. I moved my hand up to her crotch and found she was indeed wet, sopping wet. I fingered her clit and pussy and her kiss intensified, sucking at my tongue and moaning as I fingered her. When my finger entered her, her hips jerked up, socketing my finger deeply in her channel while she grunted and keened through our kiss. I broke the kiss, keeping my finger in place, and moved to her breasts. I kissed each lightly, round and round till finally I stopped and ever so lightly kissed a nipple. Her hips rose off the bed.

Sonny!" Kyla hissed. "Oh, god, Sonny!" I wiggled my finger and her ass dropped back to the bed. I kissed the other nipple and got the exact same reaction.

"Kyla?"

"Yes, Sonny?"

"What do you want?"

There was a pause, her hips cease undulating but her legs moved wider. "I want you to own me for as long as you will." She said softly.

"And now?"

"I want you to slide your hard cock into my wet cunt." Something about a woman saying 'cunt' without sneering or spitting is such a turn on to me. I could no longer resist her. I got onto the bed, moving between Kyla's spread legs. I leaned over her and kissed her. Her hands had been holding my shoulders, gentling guiding me. Now they moved right down to the cock and positioned it. "Fuck me." She said simply.

I balanced onto my hands and knees and then pressed down. Her pussy accepted my head and then cinched tight. I pulled back and pressed again but her pussy was tightly closed. I began to make quick little rabbit jabs at her and finally I felt the binding at the entrance of her pussy relax and my head slid past. I was going to pull back and make an occasion of it but Kyla's hands found my ass and pulled me into her while her hips rose up, sheathing me deep inside her cunt in one heavy stroke.

"Oh fuck! Oh god! Oh Sonny, your cock is in my pussy and it feels so unbelievably good! My god, fuck me. I will fuck everyone for you. You can give me away for Christmas or Tuesday and I will let you just because you fucked me this time, right here, right now . . . on my son's bed. Fuck me! I'm yours!"

Instead of being upset that she was ordering me around, I took her words to be a plea and feeling generous, I fucked her. I fucked her with slow, long, deep strokes while her hands urged me to greater speed, which initially I ignored. Kyla began a chant of 'yes, yes, yes' which changed to 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me' and back again. Then I picked up speed and her words turned to hissing sighs, then moans, groans and finally grunts as I began to jackhammer her cunt with my steel-capped cock. I bent forward and took her lips with my mouth. Her torso arched up to meet the kiss while my hips surged at her and she received my strokes. Her mouth seethed with passion as she kissed and sucked and nipped at me till finally her strength gave way and she dropped back to the bed. I followed but the kiss was broken and my head lay beside hers. I moved my hands down to her ass and grabbed hold of her cheeks, clinching her against my next downward stroke, slamming my cock into her body with force and conviction. I pounded her cunt over and over again. Kyla lifted her legs and let me pound her at that angle then clinched them about me and squeezed me deep into her body. The next moment she was shuddering, her teeth chattered and then she found her voice and she screamed something about 'god' and 'coming'. I could not make sense of what she was saying because the sensation of holding a woman against my naked body while she came around my cock invited a very satisfying orgasm and it roared over me while she was still jerking with her own aftereffects.

Something about my motion tipped her off and she pulled me tight into her cunt and then she said, "oh my god, I am coooommmmiiiinnnnggg agaaaain!!!" Her hips exploded against me. She dropped her legs and while I was rabbit fucking her from the depths of my own orgasm, she planted her feet and began to rabbit fuck me back. We pounded at each other with little, short, intense strokes for what seemed like a whole geologic age but was more like a half a minute. Then, as if by some signal, by mutual agreement, we both collapsed and lay as dead. I sloughed to the side so the poor woman could breathe, but turned my head so I could blow in her ear. She turned and looked at me and I kissed her.

After a few minutes, we pulled apart and she snuggled up against me, plastering her wet and sticky cunt against my hip and laying her head on my chest. "Hello. My name is Mrs. Victor Clark and I just fucked a man the same age as my son on my son's bed. And you know what? I will do it again, every chance I get. I will fuck this man on demand, whenever and wherever he demands. I will fuck his friends . . . " Kyla paused and then went on, " . . . all of them, whenever he wants me too. I am Kyla Clark and I love fucking you, Sonny."

"Kyla?" I said.

"Yes, Sonny."

There was that phrase again. God I loved it. "I will always seek to find the things which give you the most pleasure and then demand that you do them. Okay?"

"Yes, Sonny." I wondered if she was reading my mind

"Kyla, I may not fuck you again for a while. Or it may be tomorrow. I am going to find the right and best time. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sonny. And Sonny?"

"Yes, Kyla." Hmmm, it seemed to work that way too.

"Will you fuck me again before you leave today?"

"Yes, Kyla." And I did

Chapter 3

Making Mother Aware

When a man knows a woman is attracted to him, it makes him proud. When a woman knows a man wants her, it makes her proud. When you have to keep it secret, when you worry about people seeing the sex haze in your eyes, it makes you wary. When you are wary, you walk quietly and tend to find yourself sneaking around, even when you are getting a soda or a snack from the kitchen, just to stay in practice. This brought me a moment of inspiration and good fortune. My mother was sitting in the living room, around the corner from the kitchen talking on the phone.

"Well, Laura, all I can say is, if she is, power to her. Kyla has put up with so much so often I am sure she deserves a little stiff dick pleasure attached to a real man."

I stopped cold, hand on the fridge door. My mother was talking about me. No doubt about it and she did not know I was listening and she did not know she was talking about me.

My mother laughed. "Of course. I would love to be a fly on the wall and see them doing it!" She paused. "No. I never have, well, not since college. My roommate did it with her boyfriend one night and let me watch. It was hot." Pause. "No. Well, maybe. Sure, I would let you if you let me. It would only be fair. Laura are you thinking of doing something nasty, something you should not do?"

My mother laughed and they changed the subject.

I tiptoed away, my head spinning with what I had just heard. I lay down and went to sleep without touching my hard cock and woke with a plan. Unfortunately, it did not include going over to Landon's house and fucking his mother. Everyone was back now and finding any time to get her alone had been impossible. I did not return after the second time. I do not know why. Well, I do. I had been charged with fucking my mother and I was no closer to that than when we started and I did not want to get distracted with the lovely load of free pussy Kyla Clark represented. I was working for all of us, I could not afford to stop and smell the roses, or pussy for that matter. That would not prove popular with the guys.

I caught a ride with Mother to the mall, just to walk around and think. I woke up with the germ of an idea tottering around in my head and I wanted to give it some time to develop. I was not in the mall more than 10 minutes before I saw Kyla standing at a store window, gazing at a display. She turned around and saw me and her eyes flashed. She did not smile. She turned around and walked into the store, a general clothing store. I was about to follow when I noticed a blond woman walking on the other side of the mall. Mrs. Anthony Wills, Chris' mother Laura, the woman my mother had been talking to on the phone, the woman Chris insisted had fucked her two brothers. I stared at her. She wore a short coat and knee length green dress with a furry hat. The days were getting colder. I glanced at the place where Kyla had been standing. She was out of sight and just then the germ of an idea began to grow, like an exploding galaxy. I had it. I knew how I could get to my mother. But it needed some luck.

I walked deliberately over to the store where Kyla had been and stopped and looked around. I had on sunglasses so when I caught Mrs. Wills looking at me, she could not meet my eyes and know I saw her. She half waved but I gave no sign I saw her. Instead I looked around like I was guilty as hell of something. Then I walked into the clothing store. Once inside I turned around and looked out through the display window. My heart jumped. Laura Wells was walking towards the store. I had to find Kyla and soon.

I scanned the store and found her staring at me. She had a scarf around her hair. I took of my shades. When my eyes met hers, she turned and walked towards the back of the store, taking off her coat as she went. I followed. I was halfway back when the door opened and the bell announcing it chimed. My back itched as I pursued Kyla into the back of the store and around the flange wall of a display which would hide us both from the rest of the store.

Kyla's back was to me as I approached her. She wore a short dress, see-through to the point that I could see her panties clearly outlined in the odd light of the store. I stepped up behind her and whispered, "anytime, any place, Mrs. Clark."

She did not even turn around and did not speak for a moment. I moved closer and slipped a hand underneath her dress and pressed it against her ass.

"Where have you been?" She whispered angrily.

I eased a finger into her crack and pressed the fabric of her underwear deep into it.

"Unnngggh." She grunted. She pressed her ass back against my hand.

"You are mine, any time, in MY time." I whispered back.

"Yes." She said. "Touch me." She shifted her legs wider and my hand pressed between them, fingers seeking her pussy. She bent forward slightly and I pushed up at her. For a moment I felt her weight on my hand at the same time I glanced around to find saw Mrs. Wills watching us. I pushed Kyla deeper into the corner, she did not turn to me. I put both hands quickly underneath her dress and pulled her panties down her otherwise bare legs. She shivered as I knelt beside her, running my hands down her legs. I skimmed the panties down to her ankles. I quickly lifted one foot and then the other so I could remove her panties. She shivered again, her flesh trembling as I stood up again. I looked across the store. Across from us, Mrs. Wills stood still, fingering something she did not see, eyes fixed on us.

"There in the corner, there is a changing room. Do you see it?" Kyla nodded. "Pick out something complicated and go into that room. I will knock 3 times. Open the door and be ready. We will not have much time." I turned away from her and found the men's slacks and began browsing, watching her. All the time I felt Mrs. Wills eyes on me. I put my sunglasses on so when I moved to where I could see her, she could not know if I was watching her or Mrs. Clark. She was just standing, staring at me. Kyla found several outfits and walked directly towards the changing room I had pointed to.