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For a moment, I thought I should abort but Mrs. Wills was just as much a quarry as anyone else. I could afford for her to know something of what was going on. I had the 'brother' card to play if she got me into a corner I could not escape. I straightened and walked to the changing area, sidled back to the most remote one and knocked three times on the door. It opened and I slipped through. Kyla was there, naked. She dropped to her knees and opened my pants. They dropped to my thighs and she pulled the underwear over my rapidly hardening cock. Her mouth made a scarlet oval and she blew on the head of the cock before her eyes and then kissed it. Both her hands caressed it and it responded, hardening quickly to full length and strength. She sucked on the head and pulled it into her moist mouth. I gripped the back of her head and pushed her down on it, fucking her face, stroke after stroke, wondering if the woman would ever choke but she was expert, blowing through her nose and inhaling with the thrust of the cock into her throat. I bent over and rubbed her back as she backed off and began to suck hard on my cock, tongue lashing and laving me from head to root. I reached beneath her body and found her boobs. I squeezed them savagely. She grunted. I pinched her nipples together and she jerked back and looked up at me.

I smiled and pulled her to her feet. She just stared at me. I turned her around and she bent at the waist while I located her slit with a finger. I pressed the finger into her pussy and she grunted against her forearm. She spread her legs and I positioned my cock at her entrance. "Say it." I whispered.

Mrs. Clark did not even hesitate. "Fuck me. Please put your cock in me. Fuck me!" She hissed at me like a serpent but she pressed her ass back at me and my cock sank into her pussy. I grasped her by the hips and pulled her against me, plunging my cock into her till I was well rooted, firmly fixed in her cunt. I started the motion, out and back, in and forward. The first couple times, her head bumped loudly into the wall but she quickly adjusted and I continued to thrust into her. She groaned as I put my weight behind the driving prick. I withdrew and pushed the cock home again. Kyla exhaled and widened her legs, taking me deep again. Fluid trickled out of her pussy and ran in little rivulets down her legs. I picked up speed, then added force. She braced herself against the back corner and she came, crying out before biting off the sound by jamming a hand into her own mouth. I continued to fuck her and then my cock began to explode. I shoved my cock far into her sopping cunt and held onto her hips while I jerked load after load of fresh semen into her pussy. She shuddered first with the orgasm and then with the feeling of my cock hosing her inner being with sticky love syrup.

My orgasm ran out and I felt weak and light headed. I backed my cock out of her pussy. "Clean me off." I whispered.

Kyla stood up, pushing her body away from the wall with both arms and turned. She looked down at my dripping cock. The close space smelled of cum and pussy gel, of sex. I placed both hands on her breasts, took firm hold and pulled her forward. Kyla had little balance and found herself depending on the steadying influence of my hold on her breasts. I pressed my lips against her mouth and she kissed me, hard; need singing in her kiss like a siren. Her naked body pressed against me. She rubbed my still erect cock against her body, bending it sideways between us. I kissed her hard with an open mouth till I heard her blow through her nose. I backed away. "Cock in your mouth. Now."

Kyla stared at me for a minute before she smiled. She got carefully to her knees, eschewing the cold metal chair. She licked the end, kissed and sucked the head and then took me completely into her mouth. She sucked hard and my cock, long unused for I had given up masturbation, instead opting for good, sound human contact which I missed for a week. I was backed up. My cock responded immediately and I was bumping the back of her throat before she got settled. She sucked me till I was rock solid, steely hard and perfectly erect, shafting down her throat. I pulled her up. "Do you have hand cream?"

Kyla nodded then her eyes got big as she understood my intention.

"Get it."

"No, you cannot . . . ."

I grasped her by the arms. "Mrs. Clark, whenever is now. Wherever is here. And however is my choice. Your body is mine. Get me the hand cream, unless you want something up your ass without it?" I whispered.

Kyla shook her head, then nodded, her eyes, round and shining, panting. She fumbled in her purse and handed me a small vial of hand cream. I took and opened it. "Turn around."

Kyla stared at me for a moment then assumed the position. She bent the same way as before. I could see her crack.

"I need you to pull your ass apart." I hissed.

Kyla rebalanced herself, bending less at the waist and more at the knees. She placed a hand on each cheek and with methodical slowness, pulled them apart. Her ass hole appeared. I squirted lotion on my finger and smeared some on her indented asshole. She peeped, like a baby chick. "Cold." She whispered.

I chuckled. "Enjoy it!" I said and put more on my finger and smeared it into place. I pressed my finger against her back door and it resisted. I wiggled my finger a little and Kyla grunted. "Open up, Mrs. Clark." I sang in a small voice. "I am going to fuck your ass, Mrs. Clark! Your ass is mine, Mrs. Clark!" Kyla moaned. My finger slipped into her and her ass shook, then steadied. I withdrew the finger and pressed the head of my cock against her ass. I applied the remainder of the lotion and smeared it around. "Here I come, Mrs. Clark. Time to take it up the ass like a good girl!" I grasped her hips and pulled her backwards. I applied pressure on my cock and pressed it into her body. Kyla jumped a little but pulled on her cheeks. Her body wavered as she sought to find balance. I had to steady her which I did by pulling her harder onto my stone hard cock. I encountered the resistance of her sphincter but pressed harder, undaunted. Then she pressed back too and I added pull to my arms and my cock popped past her guard and entered her body.

"Uuuugggghhhhh!" Mrs. Clark groaned. I held still for a moment and then she moved, pressing back against me. "Deeper. Deeper." She whispered.

"Are you okay in there?" A voice said, while someone knocked on the door.

"Yes, yes, I . . . am . . . fine. I'll be . . . out in . . . a minute." Kyla said, struggling to keep the panting out of her words, panting and gasping quietly around them.

I held still, listening. I heard the sound of footfalls walking away. I pushed again and my cock slide completely into her ass. Kyla grunted and released her cheeks. She put out her hands, flailing to arrange her position so she felt balanced. I pulled back about half a cock length and slammed home into her ass again. The pressure on my cock was incredible and her ass was hot, simmering with passion. I pulled back and plunged into her again.

"Oh god!" Kyla whispered. "Of fucking god! Oh please fuck my ass!"

I could not believe my ears. She dropped a hand from the wall and felt for her pussy. The vibrations of her frantic rubbing at her pussy communicated through her taut flesh to my cock. I pulled back and shoved into her ass again but this time, I felt the rise of an orgasm. If I held still I could wave it off but I did not. I hoped Mrs. Wills was waiting. I had to hurry. I pulled back till just the head was caught inside her ass and then I slammed my dick hard into her ass."

"Fuck me, I am coming! Oh god, I am coming! Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Kyla wanted to scream. I came, flinching at her ass with my buried cock over and over again. She shuddered and she fell, her knees buckled and she dropped to all fours on the cold floor, pulling my cock loose with a pop. I jerked a couple more time and globs of come splattered onto her back. I pulled her panties out of my pants and wiped my cock off. I redressed and hesitated at the door.

"Want to kiss me good-bye?" I asked.

Kyla sat back on her knees and craned her neck around to look at me. "Anytime, anyplace, any how you want." She said with a tired smile.

I reached down and pinched a nipple and she yelped. I opened the door and stepped out into the store.

"Well, hello Sonny. What are you doing in here?" The voice had the lilt of insinuation in it but her smile was open and friendly.

I looked directly into the green eyes of Mrs. Wills. "Hello Mrs. Wills." I said.

For a moment, Mrs. Wills and I stood staring at each other. I knew what she was thinking. Despite her fixed, friendly smile, her mind was buzzing with the certainty that she had just figured out who the cock was that was making Kyla Clark smile; the son of her best friend. It was this reason that had made me shy away from Mrs. Wills in the first place. Of all the mothers on the list she knew my mother the best and spent the most time with her. If I made a mistake with her, she would take it right to my mother and that completed the plan which had been forming since I woke from my nap. I would fuck Mrs. Wills and she would have to tell my mother. Then the subject would be out there.

"Hi, Mrs. Wills. Are you going home soon? Mom dropped me off and I wanted to go home."

"They did not have what you were looking for?"

I stared hard into her eyes. "Oh, yes. I think I found it just fine. Are you going home soon? I could ride with you to your house and then walk from there." I started walking towards the entrance of the store. I stopped and looked back at her. She was eyeing the changing room door. It moved and a faint click could be heard by both of us. Mrs. Wills looked at me, glanced again at the door and then moved to follow me.

"I'd be happy to drop you off. But your mother asked me to bring her a flyer so we can go by my house first. Then I'll run you home."

Again, this seemed too easy but when the stars align, you act. "No need. I'd be happy to pick up the flyer and take it to Mom. I can walk. I need the fresh air."

We chatted on the way to the Wills house. She drove up the drive and into the garage. Her house had a drive which went along the side of the house and then into the garage from the back. I could see out my window that her neighbor, Mrs. Kingston was readying their upper deck for the winter. She was a beautiful Chinese lady who Sid Kingston had married while overseas and brought home. A new idea formed, more subtle and likely better than the original, but only if no one was home. Anne was a busybody, a horrendous gossip and because she was Chinese, unaware of many of the 'things you just don't say' in polite company. She said 'fuck' out loud more than any of the women of the neighborhood, though the Chinese equivalent she would never have breathed out loud. English was a second language so the impact of English words did not affect her like it did native English speakers.

"Is Chris home?" I asked as I got out of the car.

Mrs. Wills looked at me over the top of the car, studying me like she was curious or puzzled. "No. He and Tony are out getting in a couple rounds of golf before the weather turns." She closed the door. "They won't be home till after supper." She smiled at me and walked into the house, hitting the but to close the garage door as she did. I could see Anne watching us from her deck, staring intently at me as the door closed. I smiled but played like I did not see her. I thought I could get it all done, a very elegant solution to my problem.

In the house, Mrs. Wills had found the flyer. She held it out to me but I did not take it. "Mrs. Wills, you will not tell on us will you?" I spoke seriously, despite the pounding in my head.

Mrs. Wills looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights. Caught! "What do you mean? Tell who? About what?"

"About Kyla and me." I confirmed her suspicions, suspicions which brought her into the store in the first place.

Mrs. Wills lowered the flyer. Her friendly smile faded. "What is there to tell? You were feeling up the mother of one of your friends in public? You should be ashamed."

I nodded. "I should be. And she let me. She liked it. You must know what that means?"

Mrs. Wills broke eye contact, lowered her head and finally nodded. "You are sleeping together." She whispered.

I chuckled. "I fucked her in the changing room. Twice. The second time in the ass. I cannot help myself. Kyla has a great ass."

Mrs. Wills stared at me. "How did this happen?" She asked.

"It just happened. I went over to help pack some things to send to Landon and one minute we are fixing tea and the next she has my cock in her mouth." I made my eyes go wide and I covered my mouth with my hand. "I am sorry, Mrs. Wills. Really! But I don't know who to talk to. It is tearing me up. I fucked my best friend's mom and she loved it. You saw what she looked like. She wanted me to touch her, to stroke her pussy and caress her ass. She invited me into the changing room, demanded I fuck her!" My voice had a perfect plaintive note with a hint of panicked whine struck through it.

"Sit down, Sonny." The stern look on Mrs. Wills face changed. "This is very serious."

I shook my head. "You won't tell, will you?"

"Who?"

"My mom!" I said first then amended the answer, "Anyone."

For a few moments, Mrs. Wills hesitated. Then she shook her head. "No. I will not tell."

I could tell she was lying. Mrs. Wills was not a good liar, or so I thought till Chris told me she was fucking her brothers. Only then did it occur to me that Chris might have been lying. But he wasn't usually a good liar either. Who to believe?"How do I know? I know you are friends with my mom. She will freak if she knew I was boning someone." I actually blushed then. I felt my face get hot.

Mrs. Wills face softened. "Yes, I am her friend and parents do need to rely on their friends to help them keep up with the children. But I would never tell her this. It is private." She was almost grinning. "Did you like it? Was she any good?"

I buried my face in my hands. "Don't talk like that!" I nearly shouted.

"Why not?" Mrs. Wills asked.

"Because of all my mom's friends, I would rather it would have happened with you than anyone else." Now my face flamed and though I felt the surge of adrenaline and the slight quivering in my body, I felt clear headed, knowing what to say next, what to do. It was all perfectly clear in my head.

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Wills spluttered. "What did you say?"

I shrugged before looking up. "Nothing. Nothing. Listen, you cannot tell but I know you will. If you do, I will say you fucked me." I spoke desperately, wildly. To my surprise, she did not look shocked. "You have to promise not to tell anyone about Kyla and me!"

"You tell me what you said first." She said. "Then we can discuss matters."

I stared at her. My cock got hard. Mrs. Wills was beautiful with pure blond hair and a perfect pale face, blond eye brows and glittering green eyes. He had a long neck, graceful and porcelain white. "I, a," I began. "I said that I wish it was you I was fucking." I said softly, almost too soft to hear.

Mrs. Wills nodded, a sort of secret smile which came and went. "You dare to suggest you would fuck me?" She said.

I goggled because I had never heard her say 'fuck' in a sentence before. Her head did not explode when she said it which sort of surprised me.

"Well?" Her face got stern.

I shrugged and nodded. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world." I said. "You are so sexy, of course I want to fuck you!"

Mrs. Wills stared at me, but she was not seeing me. "Tell me about it. Tell me everything." She whispered.

"What?" I could not believe what I was hearing.

"I want you to describe it. You know, what you did to her, to Mrs. Clark, to Kyla."

"I fucked her. She sucked my cock." I said quietly.

Mrs. Wills shook her head. "No. Tell me everything. All the details. I want to hear you describe it, the whole story. You tell me and I will keep your secret safe."

For a moment I was frightened then horrendously excited. If I did as she asked, she would fuck me but my cock had just been up Mrs. Clark's ass. I told her that. I had to wash it before I fucked her. No, I could not fuck her! Not now. Much as I wanted to. I had to think long term!

"Well?" Mrs. Wills demanded.

I shrugged and did as she asked. I described Kyla sucking my cock, Kyla on the kitchen table and leaving her there. I told about returning to her house, Kyla inviting me into her house, Kyla on her back on the bed, I did not mention it was Landon's. Then I described taking Mrs. Clark in the dressing room, finding her naked, Kyla sucking my cock, fucking her, coming in her and then finally my cock in her ass and how much she came with my cock in her ass. "Then I came out and there you were." I stopped.

Mrs. Wills nodded with a loud sigh, her eyes glittered. "Fine. I will keep your secret and I know how to make sure of it. I will kiss you. If I tell, you tell. Even." The diffident woman was gone. Vanished. This was the woman capable of fucking her brothers. She stood up. "Come kiss me. Kiss me like you kissed Kyla Clark."

For a moment I was stunned, mostly because this was my plan all along. But not here. "Not here." I said. "Outside. I don't want to come in the house and think of your lips all the time. Chris will think I am getting hard because of him." I stood up, showing her my dirty erection.

She regarded the front of my pants for a moment, before nodding. "You are right. It would never do for you to get hard every time you walk into my house."

I think we both knew if I kissed her there and then she would get dirty fucked. She wavered for a moment but stood up. I took her by the hand and pulled her to the patio doors. I opened them and pulled her out onto the patio, insuring she stood with her back to the Kingston's deck. I could see Anne there and she stopped working when she saw us. I took Mrs. Wills by the shoulders and kissed her, hard. Her lips were plush and soft. I pulled back. Mrs. Wills moved a hand to the back of my neck and pulled my head down, pressing her lips to mine and this time her mouth opened and her tongue greeted me. My hands went to her hips and then one slipped up to a breast and the other around to cup her perfect ass. She moaned into my mouth and thrust her hips at me. I squeezed her ample breast, her huge breast for it filled my hand and more. She moaned into my mouth. In the midst of this sexy clinch I opened my eyes and could barely see Anne Kingston staring down at us. My sunglasses hid my eyes. Anne Kingston loved secrets and having them but more than anything, Mom always said the woman loved telling secrets. Everything was set.

I broke the kiss. "Okay. Okay. I have to go."

Mrs. Wills stared at me.

I pulled her inside. "No telling." I said and placed a hand on her breast and squeezed. She squeaked but I was gone too quickly for her to object to having my hand on her body. I left her, standing, red faced and panting in the middle of her living room, just like I planned.

Perhaps I could have had her then. I do not know but I was playing the long game. I knew it would take some time but I was content to wait. The guys, however, were not.

I got together to shoot some hoops over at Sammy's and after a few games of 2 on 2 with one watching, we got beers and sat around bullshitting. In the midst of this, Langdon looked directly at me and said, "We are getting impatient. Have you fucked your mom, yet?"

I stared at him and then grinned. "I am getting close." I said. "Give me some time."

"You have had plenty of time," Sammy said. "I am getting nothing and I keep dreaming of being balls deep in . . . . " He stopped and looked around at the rest of us. Nothing he could think of would come out right so he said nothing more, he just grinned.

"Well, whatever. Sonny, you have a month. Then this is over and you consign us back to the unfriendly waters fishing for pussy in the usual ways." Brent said. "We cannot be thinking about fucking our mothers forever. We either do it or give it up. Thirty days. You hear?"

I did not like his tone but since I felt I was close, I just shrugged. If I failed, I failed. I always went first because usually when they sent me out to do something everyone else was too chicken to try, I did it and did it pretty well. I thought maybe I should at least go fuck his mom before I lost out with mine. It sounded like a good idea but I did not get the chance. That came later. For now I was waiting to see if my plan worked. The clock ticked and I waited, watching my mother closely to see a change in her manner towards me but found nothing to speak of. Then it happened, not like I thought but close enough. I thought Mrs. Kingston would be whispering to everyone and Mrs. Wills will hear. She would have to bring it to my mom before Mom heard it from someone else. Then she would tell about Kyla Clark and my cock and Mom would have to sit me down for 'a talk'. I had some of it right but not all.

That Friday my sisters all went out early before I got home. I arrived to find Mom alone in the gloom of early evening, sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of wine. I opened the fridge and got out a beer. I closed the door before I noticed her.

"Holy shit, mom, I almost dropped my beer. What are you doing in the dark?"

"Drinking wine." She said, her voice was slurred. "Put the beer back and help me finish this bottle."

I did. I sat down at the table and noticed her attire for the first time. She was dressed for bed. It was a sexy outfit in blue with gold highlights which accented her pale white skin and coal black hair. I felt my pulse quicken, thinking perhaps my patience had paid off. I poured wine in my glass and sipped some. "So? What's up, mom? Why are you sitting her drinking by yourself in the dark?"

Mother sipped from the wine glass and set it down. It clinked on the table top, rattling a bit for her hand was unsteady. "I need to talk to you?"

Here it comes, I thought. "Where are the girls?"

"Out, all gone for the weekend. Aren't you going to ask me what I want to talk to you about?"

I stared into my wine, searching for a reply. Though I anticipated this confrontation, I did not have a script to work from. All I wanted was for the subject to come up and it was about to. Despite that, I struggled for words, mostly because I could not know what she knew or suspected and I did not want to spill the beans before it was time. "No, mother. I presume you will tell me when you are ready. I think you have had a lot of wine."

"Second bottle. But did not drink the first by myself." She slurred. "Want to guess who helped me?"

I didn't want to guess so I sipped and stared, avoiding her steady, though bleary gaze.

"Laura Wills. Mrs. Wills came to see me. But no, that is not right. I called her and she came right over. Brought wine. Made me drink some, a lot. Do you know why?"

I shook my head.

"I'll tell you why." My mother was a woman who became positively voluble once she had enough wine, but curiously, she always made sense. You just had to listen closely because she slurred her words badly soon after the wine was opened but she did not get bleary drunk till long afterwards. Her lips lost their skill but her mind remained sharp. Her kids had learned that early, mom could not be taken advantage of just because she sounded drunk. She had to be drunk and that was notoriously difficult to determine before it was too late.

Mom found her voice. "I'll tell you why." Repeating herself was one possible positive sign that she was around the bend from being able to remember what happened. I sort of hated that because I could not see myself fucking her while she was drunk and helpless, unless she asked. Still and again, I waited. "Laura says you kissed her." Mother stopped to pour more wine, emptying the bottle and then she looked askance at me till I got another bottle of white from the fridge, opened and set it on the table. "I saw Mrs. Kingston at the store this morning. Do you know what she told me? She said she caught you kissing Laura Wills on their deck and you had your hand clearly on her ass. You kissed her for a long time and with tongue and everything. Anne told me that, all that. Just like that."

Mother was drunk. I would have bet on it. But I could not tell for sure. I kept silent.

"I called Laura when I got home. Anne insisted that we have coffee after leaving the store and though everyone knows she is a horrible gossip, I finally relented and went to have coffee. That is when she told me. So I called Laura when I got home. I was furious. I think I scared her. Anne thinks you fucked her. I think she was jealous, the little tramp. Anne would fuck you, I know! She came right over, I mean Laura, and told me that she would not talk to me till I calmed down and wine would help so that is why that bottle is empty. Number two. I drank most of the first. Laura talked.

"She said you professed love for her but that you were tangled up with Kyla Clark. Is that true?"

I wanted to say 'what part' just to dodge a little but thought better of it. "Sort of."

"Sort of? Sort of! What does that mean?" Mom drank and the wine seemed to clear her mind, curiously. "Is it true you slept with Kyla Clark?"

"Yes." I nodded.

Mom nodded emphatically. "Good, that woman has needed a good shagging for ages. What about Laura? Did you profess love to her?"

I thought back. What did I say? Finally I shook my head. "No."

"Ahhh. What did you say exactly?"

"That of all the women in the neighborhood, she was the one I wanted to . . . to . . . take to bed."

"Fuck." Mom said at the same time I said 'take to bed' which changed the tone of the conversation considerably. She continued when I was done. "So? You said that your dream was to fuck Laura Wills? You said that to her face?"

"No. No, I never said that to her. Not really, well, not till she insisted. I said that I wished it had been her rather than Kyla, er, Mrs. Clark."

"Kyla, is it?"

I knew that would get me in trouble eventually, skipping to Kyla rather than keeping it 'Mrs. Clark', if I was in trouble. I still could not tell but this was my mother and I still had vestiges of her judgments affecting me. I was guilty of something after all and I was all about insuring she did not find out what it was till I was cock deep in her voluptuous pussy. Thinking that, I did feel guilty! But I still thought it and got hard because of the thought itself.

"You call her Kyla?" She did not wait to get an answer but drank and then continued. "Laura confessed everything, how she promised not to tell me anything about you and her, or Kyla."

"What do you mean, me and Mrs. Wills?" I was puzzled.

"She said you were going to come back and take her in the night, right in her own bed. She said you would slip into the quiet house and steal up to the bedroom and put a hand over her mouth and tear off her clothes and gag and tie her up and strip and do her." Mom gulped more wine and laughed. "Fuck her, I mean. Oh! No, wait. That is what she said she wanted! Not what you said. She said that to me, you did not say that to her. Sorry. Sorry! Sorry. So, now you know you can have her anytime you like." She stopped and leaned forward, squinting at me. "Did you do her?" I shook my head. "Do you want her?" Mom asked, "Because if you do, this weekend is the perfect time. The girls are gone and Tony and Chris are out camping. Now is the time. The iron is hot, or Laura is hot, anyway." Mom laughed uproariously then and guzzled more wine. "Listen, we have a problem. If you fuck Laura, I'll know about and I do not want to be in a position to know that about you two. And what about Kyla?"

I felt smug but kept it off my face. Kyla would soon have all the cock she craved and likely more. All our loving MILFs would. "What about Kyla?" I responded.

Mom shook her head. "I do not want to know. Laura is enough for now. Listen, I made a deal with Laura. She comes here, fucks you right in your own room. That way I know all about it. If I make a stink, she makes a bigger one by insisting that I knew and approved. Everyone is safe from recriminations." Mom spoke that last word perfectly which called into doubt her actual degree of drunkenness since drunklish does not come and go like that, usually. That warm, comfortable feeling of having a plan working perfectly changed in that instant to a niggling dread that I was missing something and was charging off a very high, very steep cliff with a rocky landing. Yes, I got insecure. I reached around and found nothing under me so I felt I had no choice but to forge forward. I guess I actually charged off the cliff when I fucked Kyla the first time. So what does it matter how far off I charge?

"No, mom. Just knowing is not enough. I'll fuck her but you have to watch. You have to be there. You have to watch me fuck her." My voice was rock steady though my right leg was jiggering like mad under the table. This was the last step before I got what I was after, what the five of us needed. If this worked, the rest was just details.

Mom had been about to take more wine but the glass stopped before it arrived at her lips and she stared at me over the half-full goblet. "Excuse me?" She said. "What did you just say?"

"I said that you have to be in the room, watching us. We will fuck for you, with you in the room. Otherwise, it is not balanced, not even and you can slip free of the gag order whenever you like. We cannot have that. Laura and I belong together but it has been impossible to make it happen. I could not see how to do it without hurting someone, you, her, her family, me. But now, now we have no choice. We have to do it. And you have to be there watching. Watching makes you just as guilty and in fact, if this all comes out, who will believe you just watched?"

"Oh my dear baby," mom began, but I interrupted.

"I am not your baby any longer, mother. I am a man and you are trying to get involved in my sex life. Well, if you insist you will be and now you are. I have little choice it seems but you cannot just linger on the fringes. You have to watch while I take the clothes off your friend's beautiful body and lay her on your bed and fuck her." There, I said it. The gauntlet was down, the die was cast and the matter would be settled, one way or another and right now. For a minute, Mom stared at me then she set the wine glass down, rose, unsteadily and went to the house phone and hit a speed dial.

"Laura? Yes, hello. Yes, very drunk, still drinking. No, not your fault." She nodded. Again. "I mean, yes and yes. Just takes some getting used to. No. Yes. Tomorrow. As we discussed. Noon? Sure, noon. Monday. Take the day off. Gives us plenty of time. Wednesday? Perfect. I do not need to go to the office Monday either. What? We can discuss it tomorrow. I'll have the garage open at noon, just drive in. We don't want your car parked all weekend outside our house." My mother hung up. She looked over at me, weaving, "There." She said. "All settled. We can explain about the audience tomorrow. I did not want to explain tonight, might freak little Laura lovely lips out and she would be a no show. I am looking forward to seeing her get banged by my only son." With that, my mother turned away from me and staggered off to bed.

I did not see mother again till ten the next morning. I was rattled. When she left the kitchen I sat and finished the bottle by myself, contemplating what had just happened, wondering if my beautiful, sexy mother was drunk. She had called her best friend and arranged for me to fuck her tomorrow around noon and she was going to watch, wanted to watch! I was certainly down the rabbit hole now. Even fucking Kyla had not made our MILF list plan as real as this conversation had. But, I reflected, I was going to get another MILF.

Mrs. Wills was certainly on that list but then the thought of taking her while my mother watched me washed over me. So far, I had been sexual always in private. The idea of doing Laura Wills in front of someone seemed so alien and strange that I kept drinking the wine, though Mom only left me half the bottle. Mom was shorted then me, with broad, rounded hips and shapely legs and a huge bust. Her black hair was cut at an angle with the longest in the middle extending to the middle of her back. I thought of her naked and resolved that if Mrs. Wills would be naked, then so would my mother.

The plan all along was to collectively fuck our mothers and not on a round robin basis either but together! Air tight, Landon said. Airtight? I remembered the tight constriction of Kyla's ass around my cock. I groaned. I thought about my mother's ass and I thought about Laura Wills' ass. I kept drinking but quit when the bottle was empty because if Laura Wills was indeed coming, I should not have a terrible hangover. Only at that moment did it occur to me that Mom could have spoofed me and did not actually have anyone on the line or Laura had not answered and tomorrow all this would be forgotten or she would punish me for believing she would do something like this. Curiously, this thought calmed me enough to get to sleep: maybe it was all a hoax.

I woke early with a gigantic headache, peed took ibuprofen and went back to bed. For a moment I felt like thinking about the night before but sleep took me despite the bright morning sunshine streaming into my room. I awoke to tapping on my door and then the sound of it opening."Honey? Sonny? Sonny Honey!"

My mother's voice pierced whatever dream I was having which left my cock painfully hard. I turned on my side to hide it with the sheet facing her. "What?" In that instant, all of the previous night came flooding back, especially the conclusion, followed closely but the final thought that Mom was faking me out. Her next words settled the matter.

"Get up. Laura is downstairs and she is nervous as a whore in church. Did you shower last night?"

I opened my eyes to find my beautiful mother bending over me. I could see right down the tank top shirt she was wearing. "How's your head?" I asked.

"Okay, getting better. I noticed you finished the bottle last night. How are you?"

She seemed unduly bright, cheerful and perhaps eager. "I had the weirdest dream," I began but Mom interrupted me.

"I had the same dream. Turns out Laura Wills had the same dream and is down stairs waiting for us, you really to make it real. I have not told her I am going to watch you take her. I want you to kiss her before you say anything and if she responds well, take her right there the first time! On the kitchen table like you did Kyla Clark!" My mother was practically giggling with anticipation. I rolled onto my back and my cock tented the sheet. "My goodness, you are ready for her, aren't you!" I got up and walked past her to the bath, cock aloft.

"Going to shower, be down soon." I muttered. I showered, thinking about what was before me, considering that this was the final 'go-no go' point in the whole MILF project, converting them from MILFs to MIGF, mothers I got to fuck. Whether the other guys knew it or not, if I fucked my mother, I was certainly going to fuck all of their mother's . . . which made me consider the thought that I should indeed have fucked all of the MILFs in question before revealing to my friends that my mother had been bedded by her son. It would be harder to squeal if the story would include your own mother on the list of the fucked. But that was not a done deal yet. I had to take Mrs. Wills and then see if the door to my mother's love palace would open. Surely watching her best friend and her son fuck would make her willing to join? The thought left me hard when I exited the shower and it remained with me till I dressed, right up till I got to the bottom of the stairs and heard Laura's screeching laughter and my mother's voice talking to her. My cock wilted. Two women? Both fuckable? Women! Not callow girls who still flinched when they touched the cock or the cock touched them but women who presumably had done it all. The whole thing was a little scary! The wilting of the cock daunted me but I did not hesitate. I strode into the kitchen where Mom and Mrs. Wills sat drinking coffee.

I stopped at the door. Mrs. Wills sat facing me, her blond curls loose on her shoulders, her green eyes flashed when they saw me. She sat down the coffee cup. Mom looked over her shoulder and chortled, "look who's up! Sonny, Mrs. Wills is here to see you." She said in a normal voice. Mrs. Wills' eyes got huge, big around as saucers.

I hesitated and then thought of the five MILFs. They would need us all to take charge of them, to demand they give us what they wanted. If they volunteered, at least at first, the whole luscious illusion might shatter and one or more of them might close down and not give in to our desires while their friends and young men watched. Being watched was a critical part of the plan and making sure the women knew it, right from the beginning was my job. Kyla understood, she had shivered with the feel of my hand on her ass, wanting it, desiring it, begging for it. She came immediately in the dressing room. Now it was time to teach the same lesson to Laura and my mother. They could learn together.

I walked to the table and kissed my mother flush on the mouth. She was so surprised the quick kiss on her lips was over before she could do anything but make her eyes bug out, which they did. I moved to Laura who was staring and leaned down to kiss her. But this was not a quick hit. I touched my lips to her lips while laying a hand on her shoulder. Then I sucked at her lower lip, gently, softly and then I kissed her whole mouth, lips on lips. My hand moved from her shoulder to the back of her head. I encountered no resistance. Then I felt her tongue, the slightest inquiring flick that ticked my lips. I chased her tongue with mine and her lips parted, her mouth opened and her head tilted backwards. My tongue entered her mouth and it opened wider and wider till I was exploring the roof of her mouth with my tongue. When Mrs. Wills breathed through her nose the first time, I withdrew, standing up. My dick was perfectly erect.

Mrs. Wills sat looking up at me, agape. I leaned down and kissed her again and this time she moaned as soon as my lips touched hers. I put the same hand to the back of her head and placed the other firmly over her right breast, pressing and massaging it. Mrs. Wills groaned, arching her torso so as to press her tit into my active hand. Her open mouth sucked and pulled at mine, all the while she made small noises in the back of her throat. I stood straight again. "Stand up." My voice was hoarse, harsh with strain. My cock was hard and erect. Mrs. Wills glanced at the tent in my underwear for a moment. When I stepped back, she struggled to her feet. She looked down at my mother.

I so wanted to look at my mother but refused. I stayed focused on Laura Wills. "Turn around." I murmured.

Mrs. Wills glanced again at my Mother but apparently received no signal that stopped her. She turned around, facing the table. Her ass was small but well-shaped. Compact, tight, taut, even in the pleated dress of watercolor blue and pink on white which fell below her knees, I could discern the outline of her ass. I moved closer, till she could feel my presence without touching her at any point. "Do you have panties on, Mrs. Wills?" I asked. Her head moved, she bowed it, no longer looking over her shoulder at me or at my mother. I glanced over at my mother. She was sipping her coffee and watching us. Her eyes were glistening.

Mrs. Wills' head moved, a nod. "I am going to remove them. Once I do, you are mine to do with as I please. You will become the objective of my sexual satisfaction. I want you to orgasm till you feel like your head will explode. I want to give you more pleasure in a weekend than you have ever experienced in your life. Is that all right with you?"

Again the blond woman nodded. I placed two hands on her small, narrow hips. She jumped like I had pricked her with a needle. I moved my hands lower on her ass and began to pull up the dress. Mrs. Wills shivered. Higher and higher the dress rose, revealing a slip. When the dress was fully bunched in each hand, I began the same process with the taupe-colored slip. Mrs. Wills twitched when she felt it begin to move and was shivering as though she was cold by the time she felt the knuckles of each hand on her hips. She stood trembling in my grasp. "Get my prick out." I said.

My mother set down her coffee and for a moment I thought she was going to accommodate me but Mrs. Wills beat her to it. Though slightly bent over the table, she put both hands on my waist and pulled at my underwear which promptly became hooked on the head of my erect penis. I grunted. When she felt the fabric resist her, she moved both hands to the cock behind her, freed it and then pulled the briefs down as far as she could, then she bent and pulled them further. Finally, she lay on the table so she could move the jockeys to my knees where they dropped away. She made to stand back up but my hands moved higher up her sides and pressed at her lower back, not enough to resist her movement but enough to communicate my desire to her. Mrs. Wills collapsed onto the table.

I pushed her dress and slip over her ass and tucked it under her sides. I ran my hands down the sides of her hips and over the cheeks of her ass, caressing her through her silken panties. I put a finger inside the waist band and pulled. Mrs. Wills backed a bit from the table, releasing her panties to my pressure. The band crept over the slight flare of her hips. "I am removing your panties, Mrs. Wills. You may stop me at any time. But once I take them off of you, I will fuck you. Do you understand?"

Mrs. Wills nodded her head soundlessly. I pulled her panties lower on her hips, the crease of her ass appeared. I pulled them lower till the indentation of her ass whole appeared between her cheeks. She clinched her cheeks and her ass hole winked. I pulled them down to her thighs, to her knees and then to her ankles. I knelt behind her and lifted one foot and then the other, removing her panties. I tossed them to my mother. I put both hands on her cheeks and opened her. Mrs. Will arched her back so that her pussy lips appeared and then bloomed. I breathed in her aroma and then blew on her ass hole and pussy. Mrs. Wills shuddered. I stood up.

I glanced over at mother and she was watching me with wide, unblinking eyes, both fixed on my hard, erect cock. I took it in hand and smeared the precum from the end onto Laura's left ass cheek. She sighed so loud it spooked me and I jumped which made her jump. She giggled then and moved both hands out above her head, palms flat on the table, stretching like a cat in love with life. I crouched a little and tucked the end of my cock in between her thighs and they parted like a book falling open to your favorite chapter. Her pussy blossomed behind her, appearing between the pale cheeks of her ass. I touched my cock to her pussy and Mrs. Wills grunted and her body twitched backwards, as though she were trying to catch my cock with her cunt.

I fit the head of my prick between the visible lips of the pussy and pressed forward, entering Mrs. Will's body for the first time.

"Oh, my god!" It was my mother who spoke, though, not Mrs. Wills. Mrs. Wills' only response was a long hissing exhalation and a slight pressure backwards onto my cock. I pressed forward again. Mrs. Wills' pussy was completely soaked, well-lubricated with her liquid desire. Anticipation had saturated her. As I sank into her, her body began to shake and shimmy. When I was nearly all rooted in her cunt, I stopped the slow progress and pulled out and then without warning slammed my cock as deep into her body as it would go. I held her by the waist, pulling her hard onto my dick. I held her still while her body jerked and quaked. Then she made a series of little grunts, 'uh,uh, uh, uh, uh' over and over again and then she squeezed her eyes closed and her ass clinched, her pussy seized my cock and her body rippled once, twice, three times, starting each time at the shoulders and flowing down her body to her ass. Each time, each wave pulled her off my cock an inch or two and then slammed her hard back onto it. She gripped the side of the table with one hand.

"Fuck her. She just came, I think. Now fuck her hard and fast and she'll come like a cannon!" My mother hissed into the damp, still air.

I was waiting to see if my own love cannon was going to shoot off but the stillness let the threat of ejaculation retreat and I finally did as my mother suggested. I began a slow steady rhythm, in and out of Mrs. Wills' clasping pussy. She was silent but her body responded. The first sound came from her snatch, the squashing sound of my cock thrusting into her. The next sound she made was the little grunt at the bottom of each stroke as I pounded her with my cock. Then she started to pant, like she could not catch her breath and then she gritted her teeth and keened, a high note held steady from deep in her throat. Her body stiffened and though I continued to thrust into her, she did not, perhaps could not move. I plunged into her tense body over and over again. Mrs. Wills lay completely tensed, gasping for breath, pulling air past her barred teeth, swallowing and shuddering. At irregular intervals the wave would ripple through her again. When it started, her eyes clinched closed and when it reached her pussy where it was transmitted deep inside her body to my penetrating prick through the convulsing walls of her vagina, her eyes would open wide again and she would yelp. For five minutes she shuddered through wave after wave of orgasm while I pumped her with a steady length of hard cock.

It all ended when my orgasm fell on me like a calving glacier, a slow motion collapse into the cold arctic sea of pleasure which sharpened every nerve and awakened every sense. I plowed into Mrs. Wills arched body from behind, fixing my cock deep in her quivering sleeve while the orgasm approached. When it broke and my body bucked and jerked behind and above her, the final colossal wave of her many, multiple orgasms possessed her. The constant tension in her body seemed to ratchet up beyond her ability to endure. Her torso rose off the table, her head back, mouth open, the keening coming from her rose in intensity and pitch. Her hands were planted on the table and then she lifted them and her whole body jerked, convulsed and flopped forward. She grunted and exhaled into a complete swoon. Her body became completely lax and I had to hold her on the table. Her legs dangled uselessly below her, her knees turned to water. I hitched her body further onto the table and resumed my own swoon, unable to hold her but unwilling to let her trickle to the floor and become a pool of orgasmic bliss and human cum. I withdrew my deflating cock from her languid pussy and staggered to a chair and sat, naked, before my own mother after having fucked her friend on her kitchen table.

Mother shook her head. "Laura always claimed she was multi-orgasmic with the right person, complaining that Tony never bothered to try to get her there. I think you just made a friend for life. I always wanted to see it and now I have. Thank you." She smiled but there was something in her smile, a contaminate that robbed it of its essential purpose, a smile's inherent intention and gave me cause to pause, perhaps to fear but only if I was worried about having sex with my own mother. I wasn't. In fact, I saw pure, powerful, raw and demanding lust in her eyes. Voracious lust! She wanted what she had just seen! I closed my eyes and smiled deep inside. I was going to torture my mother with this till she begged for cock, till the very suggestion of being made air tight by me and my friends would bring a small orgasm of anticipation to her. For the moment, I sat still and silent, plotting.

Time passed and I roused when Mrs. Wills roused. She lifted her head, her dress still tucked under her body. "What happened?" She wheezed.

Mother reached over and slapped the woman's bare ass. "Get up. Take a shower. Do it all over again but this time in bed. Sex on the table is fine but sex in bed is luxurious."

"What happened?" Mrs. Wills whispered again.

"Sonny just fucked you stupid. Go shower and you can have some more." My mother sounded so matter of fact about the situation, Laura did not question her further. She struggled backwards till her feet found the floor and her knees locked well enough to let her stand. The dress fell, covering her. She turned, leaning on the table and stared at me. Under her stare my cock stirred. She glanced at my mother. "You saw everything?" She said while she pulled on her panties.

Mother nodded. "How do we insure everyone stays silent? I watch, you fuck and he has free, available pussy right in his very own home. Everyone wins." My mother's voice sounded odd, different than she normally sounded, lower, with a hint of a rasp, like she smoked two packs a day since she lost her virginity, but she hadn't. She never smoked.

"Everytime? You are going to watch us?" Mrs. Wills looked over at me. "Your mother?"

"Who better? She has to keep quiet, doesn't she?"

"What about Kyla?" Mrs. Wills asked.

I shrugged. "I'll fuck you both. I will fuck you when I like. Mom will arrange it. Let's go take a shower."

"No. You have to choose. Kyla or me."

I shrugged. But my mother did not shrug. She stepped in front of Mrs. Wills and slapped her so hard I heard the echo five times. Mrs. Wills head wagged to the side and when it righted itself and when she could see straight she blinked. "Why did you do that?" She asked, a soft whine in her voice.

"Laura, you know what you are. I know what you are. I am giving you to my son. You will do as he says. Do you understand?" Mother's hand pulled back to hit the woman again. Mrs. Wills cringed but I caught her wrist and pulled it back.

"That is enough. If Mrs. Wills wants to leave, she should leave. If she wants to play, we have the weekend. Mother, you cannot hit her again."

"But she likes it." Mother said. "Didn't you know that?"

I shrugged. "She just came continuously for ten minutes and I never laid a hand on her." I moved between them, put an arm around Mrs. Wills and walked her out of the kitchen and upstairs. In the bathroom, I removed her dress, bra and panties which were soaked through. When she turned around so I could finally see her tits, I gasped. They were beautiful, proud, upright with little erect nipples in the center of her aureoles. I pressed my hands into them and Mrs. Wills leaned into me, closing her eyes while her head lulled back in muted ecstasy. Mother opened the door and entered. She turned on the shower.

"Are you going to fuck her in the shower?" My mother asked me.

My mother was staring at me with fierce eyes. Our relationship had just changed.

I shrugged again, liking it. "Maybe." I looked at the blond woman whose breasts were presently in my hands. "Mrs. Wills, do you want me to fuck you again?"

"Yes. Oh yes." She breathed as my hands continued to massage her breasts.

"In the shower?"

"In bed. On my back." She breathed.

I released her and pointed her at the shower. My cock was hard again. If I went in with her, I would surely enter her again. I donned a robe and went back to the kitchen for something to eat. It smelled like pussy, aroused pussy. I ate and went back up stairs. Mrs. Wills was tucked into Mom's bed, sound asleep. I showered and joined her. She snuggled up to me, turning on her side and planting her shapely little ass hard against my groin. I was overcome with exhaustion, my arm hooked around the woman beside me. Mother closed the door and the room was quiet and I slept.

When I woke next, the room was dark. Beside me Mrs. Wills breathed regularly. I slipped out of bed, donned a robe and padded downstairs. Mother was watching TV. I flopped onto the couch. She wore a robe. I studied her. My mother was short with rich black hair and a great ass and huge boobs which she normally kept hidden under draped clothing and jackets or shapeless skirts. The robe she wore hid nothing.

"Blondie sleeping?" Mom asked.

I nodded.

Mom smiled. "You two put on quite a show. She has talked often about when she was multi-orgasmic, coming constantly but I never really understood. That was incredible to watch. Thanks for letting me."

I shrugged, thinking I was doing that a lot. Being this close to my mother, having her watch me fuck a woman, it all shimmered before me like a mirage. I did not know how to respond. I kept the end goal in mind, 'air tight'. I sat staring at my mother's cleavage, maybe for the first time seeing her as the other guys saw her, as a woman, a sexual woman, a desirable woman; tits and ass, mouth and pussy. Despite her long years of being alone, with just the four of us kids to keep her occupied, she managed to keep her sexuality present and accounted for. I wondered at that, wondered how she managed that.

Mother put a hand to one of her breasts and began to rub it. I got hard. "Don't you think, Laura needs more of your attention by now?" Mom asked, grasping her other tit with her other hand and massaging them both while she watched me.

She is trying to seduce me, I told myself. It is working. I popped to my feet, cock peeking out of the robe. "Of course. You are certainly correct." I walked upstairs to Mom's bedroom. She followed, turning off the light behind us leaving only the sound and shifting light of the TV. I noticed it was about eight. I cracked the door to Mom's bedroom and listened. I heard the even breathing of a sleeping woman. I dropped my robe and stood at the door naked. My mother came up behind me and I felt her hands on my naked waist. She rubbed my ass with her hands, stroking my cheeks. Her face neared my ear.

"What are you going to do?" She whispered.

"I am going to fuck her, like you suggested." Her hands were moving softly up and down on my sides. My cock twitched. I bit my lip, grasping all the control I could and refusing to seize my mother and fuck her right there. I knew I had to win this or the whole MILF list idea would get hi-jacked by a bunch of MILFs who would turn us boys into sex toys. I knew this with the most basic part of my manhood—my cock.

I pushed open the door, moving out of my mother's clutches and crept to my original side of the bed, my mother's bed where her blond best friend lay sleeping, her bare back visible in the dim light. I slipped under the light sheet and shuffled up close to Mrs. Wills' body. She moaned in her sleep. My hard cock was bent down, wedged between her legs as she lay on her side. I reached over her body and began to rub her tits. She rolled onto her back. My mouth covered one breast and my hand slithered down to her crotch, rubbing her there petting her corn silk pubic hair. Her legs opened. Her hips began to twitch up, little jerks as I rubbed her pussy. She grunted when I found and rubbed her little clit. When I felt the first bubbles of moisture in her cunt, I pressed a finger into her. Her legs went wide and she mumbled, 'fuck me'. I moved over her and mounted her, pressing my cock into her without delay. Her legs opened wider. I kissed her on her lips but she turned away. I moved my lips down to her nipples and she grunted each time I sucked one hard nipple into my mouth. My cock was part way inside of her.

I rose up and her head shook and her eyes opened. I pressed my hips down and my cock pierced her body, slicing down through her pussy till I was firmly rooted in her body. Mrs. Wills' head came up and she kissed me hard on the lips. One of her hands grasped the back of my head. Her mouth opened and her kiss became deeper and harder and more urgent. Her hips bumped against me, packing my prick into her more firmly. Mrs. Wills broke the kiss. "Fuck me. Please fuck me." She hissed.

A light came on. We both looked over to see my mother sitting in the bedroom lounge chair, her robe partially open, showing us her huge tits and belly. It draped across her open legs, hiding her pussy which was also covered by her two hands. Then we both heard a buzzing sound. I noticed an open box beside her a number of implements scattered beside it, nipple clamps and fuzzy handcuffs and such.

"She's fucking herself." Mrs. Wills said wonderingly. Sure enough, my mother began to stroke the hidden implement into her pussy, hunching her hips while rubbing her tits free of the robe with the other, free hand. "God, your mother is sexy!" Mrs. Wills whispered into my ear. "Are you going to fuck her?"

Just the question roused me and I started stroking cock in pussy faster, focusing on Mrs. Wills face in the partial light. I picked up speed and intensity and she caught the moment. She put her feet flat on the bed, laid her hands and arms flat as well and began to flex her hips up at me as I pounded down into her. Mrs. Wills grunted and wheezed but she was far behind me in tempo. I increased speed as I felt the orgasm approach, pounding her harder and harder as she grunted below me. I grabbed her perfect ass and pulled her hard against me, burying my cock completely in her seething cunt. The orgasm thrashed through me, spilling me into her hunching body. I jerked through an orgasm and then dropped onto my back beside her.

As I gasped for breath, I heard my mother coming. I knew she was coming because she chanted 'coming, coming, coming' over and over again till her voice was lost in a snarl of pleasure and frustration. I was still catching my breath when Mrs. Wills rose to her knees and moved down my body, kissing through the moisture there till she came to my languid cock. She licked and sucked on it, nuzzling it with her lips and blowing on the head till it began to revive. Mrs. Wills sucked my cock deep into her throat and began to blow me. When the prick was fully hard, she moved back up my body and mounted me, facing me and began to ride. In minutes orgasm crashed into her and her body seemed to jerk and shake as though she were a puppet with an epileptic puppet master, all the while wheezing and snorting, panting for breath but never speaking. She rode me with her hands on my shoulders, gripping me like I was a handrail on a rolling ship.

Once the first orgasm passed, she resumed riding me. She got to her feet and became a sock cunt, fitting over my cock from above and touching me nowhere else except her palms on my chest which balanced her. She bounced up and down on my cock, holding it with her cunt, moving up and down on the top half of it several times before she tired and settled firmly down onto me. She got back to her knees and continued riding me. My strength returned. I began to arch my hips to meet her downward strokes, hitting her hard with my body as she came down. My hands found her ass and pulled her down onto my cock, over and over again. We kept this motion up till Mrs. Wills was gasping and moving automatically, her head arched completely back, so that her eyes were staring at the ceiling. I continued to jerk her body down onto my cock with my hands at the same time I flexed my hips up at her, driving my cock higher, deeper. Every fourth or fifth stroke Mrs. Wills would shudder and tense, shaking and making gagging sounds deep in her throat as she fought to breathe around the throes of pleasure rippling through her body. She got tenser and tenser till she convulsed, flopping over top of me, dangling her huge breasts in my face and mumbling, 'back, back, back'. She was too spent to move but I wasn't.

I sat up, meeting her mouth and kissing her hard. Her nearly limp arms looped around me but her hands could not close or grip. Her lips mashed against mine without strength. I twisted and lifted till I had her on her back and could pound my cock into her. At that moment, my mother struggled out of the chair and came to the bed. She pulled the sheet off our bodies and sat on the bed. Her hand stroked my back as I fucked Mrs. Wills. Mrs. Wills lay inert below me, her lips move slowly but no sound emerged. I grasped her ass and pounded down into her body, harder and harder.

Then out of the ashes of her stillness, Mrs. Wills shrieked and her whole body convulsed around my cock, shaking and shuddering while she grunted, 'oh, oh, oh, oh' and nothing else. She sounded surprised. I continued to fuck her and she began to come again after another minute. Then she was coming again and again, straining below me, arching her body then curving it up, kissing me hard as I drove my cock home, over and over. I rose over her on my arms, changing the angle but continuing to plunge my cock into her pussy. Mother put her hand onto Mrs. Wills' chest, grasping a nipple and pinching it hard. Another orgasm flashed through the blond woman. Mom moved to the other nipple, rolling it around between her thumb and forefinger till Mrs. Wills' body ceased shaking from the last orgasm. Then Mom pinched the second nipple hard. Mrs. Wills screamed again and bucked underneath me, pounding her pussy up at me which seated my cock in her snatch. She arched her whole body, coming as she did. I had no space to stroke so just held my position, trying to keep as much weight off her as possible because I loved the feel of her cunt stretching tight around my cock. We dropped together, our pubic bones crushing together and my cock piercing her. Then she was coming again while I continued to thrust into her, building over a few minutes till her heels began to pound the bed and her ass quivered, thrusting up at me too fast to match. I dropped down on her, pinning her to the bed and grasped her ass. It seemed anything I did brought a new wave of ecstasy on the woman. She shook and shivered and then wrapped her legs around my hips, tiring soon her heels slipped down to my thighs before relaxing onto the bed entirely. I began to come with her but she barely noticed. I pumped load after load of cum into Mrs. Wills' body, pounding it deeply into her, washing her with the flow of pleasure issuing from my deepest need for her.

My mother's hand felt between our bodies, both of us widened our legs, Mrs. Wills' legs wider than mine, coating me on the outside as we both fought to regain our breath. My mother stood up and dropped her robe. I turned my head and gazed at her semi-nude body. Her great breasts stood proudly out from her body. I rolled towards, her, dismounting Mrs. Wills, leaving a track of come across her supine body. I faced Mrs. Wills and my mother stripped off her panties and crowded onto the bed, pressing her naked body against me. If I had possessed the energy, I would have fucked her. She smelled so good and felt hot and sexy pressed against me. But I was physically incapable of moving so unless she did all the work, I had no chance. I slept with the concession that I would wake up and fuck her tomorrow and the deal would be done.

However, it was light when I woke. My mother was sitting up. "Shush." She said, cocking her head and listening. "I think I heard something downstairs."

Then I heard it too, the clink of keys on the table below, the coffee table.

"Shit. One of the girls is home!" Mother rose up, donned the robe and disappeared. She returned, pale and rushed. "We have to get her awake and out of here, right now. Dalia is in the shower!" Thus our weekend ended early and without any proper denouement except for a frantic covering of the evidence of our passion, lots of potpourri and air freshener. Mrs. Wills got into her car and drove home, calling when she arrived to let us know she arrived safe. We were worried she was too cock drunk to drive but no, she arrived safely and without notice. Turns out it was for the good because husband and son arrived earlier than expected as well. Rain spoiled their camping so they arrived around noon on Sunday. In the wake of this experience, things returned to a sort of balanced sameness. Mother and I both acted as if nothing had changed but in the back of my mind, I could see her naked, her great breasts and the slight paunch of her sexy belly where I wanted to lay. But I managed to maintain my cool for most of the week, but then came Friday.

Mother's Friday

The whole week things had been weird. Mom and I could not look at each other. I am not sure what her issue was but when I did look at her, I tended to stare which led to sorting through the files of my memory; Kyla, Laura, my naked mother, all of which made me hard and I would have to retreat from public view till my pussy rocket followed the gantry back into seclusion where it belonged. I kept waiting for some sign that mother was weakening, that she needed hard cock and would take the colossal risk by bidding for mine. When she made no move, gave no positive sign and avoided my eyes, I began to obsess. By Thursday, I was nearly in a panic. I had seen mom standing at the kitchen sink that Friday morning in her robe and I fancied myself stealing up behind her and slipping hands into the robe and grasping her great melons and squeezing a sign from her that she wanted me and would have me. But I chickened out and went to school.

The guys planned to go to the football game; our alma mater high school was playing a big game away that night and we all planned to go and be rowdy and enjoy the game. Under other circumstances we would all be prowling for pussy but not this time! Then I got notice I had an advisor conference at 4 which would delay me at the college so I opted out. They went without me and ten minutes after they were gone, I got a text that my conference was cancelled till next week and then my phone went dead. Of course I did not know anyone's numbers so I could not call them to come back and get me and I did not want to make the drive alone, so I was stuck.

I immediately thought of Kyla and cruised past her house but there were a lot of cars there so they likely had something going on where I would definitely not be welcome. I did not turn around. I went by the Wills homestead and there were cars there also. I was about to go home and see if my mother was there but then I thought about Honeywell's. I knew Sammy's dad was out of town for two weeks and with Sammy gone to the game, maybe his mother was home. Perhaps this was my chance. I was so tense about mom, having something else to think about would be good. Well, not really something else, but someone else, at least, that would be good.

I had been thinking about the remaining MILFs on the list and the advisability of having all of them in hand, or more precisely, my cock in them all before informing my compadres that my mother was well and truly fucked. I was avoiding that confrontation because I was getting such a weird vibe from her and the prospect of trying to seduce Mrs. Honeywell pleased me much more than trying to figure out whether or not I could fuck my own mother. If I was going to do all the moms before I reported success to the guys, I needed to do Mrs. Honeywell anyway. Now seemed like an opportune time.

It was nearing six when I arrived and darkness was falling. I walked to the door and rang the doorbell. I had several contingent explanations for why I was ringing Mrs. Honeywell's doorbell on a Friday night. She opened the door.

"Hi, Sonny. You missed Sammy and the other boys. They are already gone."

"I know. I was supposed to meet them but something came up." I held up my phone. "My phone is dead. Do you think you have a charger that would fit?" It was feeble but when you wanted someone to know you had another motive, then curiosity invited participation. A flimsy excuse creates curiosity about what you actually do want.

Mrs. Honeywell stepped back. "Of course, come in, Sonny. Let me look." She did not ask why I did not just go home which was a positive sign.

"A, Mrs. Honeywell, am I interrupting something? Should I be going?"

She turned and smiled at me, at least when I lifted my eyes from where her ass had been to her breasts and then to her eyes, then I did actually notice she was smiling. "No, nothing. I was about to see what was on the tube or read a book. Nothing exciting. Sammy and Sam are gone so I am all alone." I followed her into the living room. She disappeared into the den. Mrs. Honeywell was a statuesque black woman, not the coal black of the African queen, the blended black of many American's which is so beautiful. Her skin was flawless. She was tall, nearly my height and looked me in the eyes in four inch heels. Her eyes were huge, wide but piercing, forceful brown eyes that never appeared hard, always friendly, open and intelligent. She was dressed in a black dress spangled with blue and green acrylic beads woven into the fabric which made it sparkle and shimmer as she moved, as the light shifted over it. It was cut low on her breasts, showing her ample cleavage. It hugged her ass. I liked it.

She returned with a charger. It matched mine and we plugged it in. I reflected that it would be good to have it in case my mother called for cock. I started to get hard and had to think about dirty socks and broccoli to make the bulge settle. If this was poker, I did not want to show my hand too soon; but then if it was poke her, I did want to show my head as soon as possible. I snickered. I glanced at the beautiful black woman in front of me and sobered right up. This was serious business.

"I was just having a glass of wine to end the week. Perhaps you would care to join me?

"Of course. Wine with a beautiful woman on a Friday evening? What more could a guy ask for?"

"Being with his friends at a football game?" Mrs. Honeywell suggested, with raised eyebrows. She got a wine glass and poured me some wine. Our families all knew each other and it was tacitly agreed that we could all get booze from any of the houses in question but the parents would never be faulted for it unless they let any of us drive. They all drove us home once in a while. But booze was just a pass time. Learning to drink in the friendly confines of our families and seeing how adults used alcohol taught us how to drink so we would only get drunk occasionally for cause, not because we could. We never drove after drinking even a beer since we were too still too young, but so were a lot of the soldiers in Afghanistan, which is just bullshit.

"Sonny? Sonny? Where is your mind?" Mrs. Honeywell held the glass of wine out to me. My mind had been elsewhere. But it was time to play the gambit.

I took the wine and smiled. Mrs. Honeywell was a big woman, not big boned but big, tall with broad shoulders but with a narrow waist which made her average sized hips look broad and her huge tits look humongous. Her ass though was unbelievable; it was a tapering ass which made her legs appear to be extensions of her back. Her hips were flared but barely though her narrow waist accentuated that. The profile of her ass, however, told a different story. When she stood straight, her ass curved pleasingly, the small of her back curved in and her broad shoulders completed the profile. I sipped from the wine glass and set it down. I stared into the rose color liquid hard, like I was struggling with something. I guess I was. I felt nervous, anxious. Mrs. Honeywell waited on me, sipping several times from her glass while she did.

Finally I looked up into her big smiling eyes. "Mrs. Honeywell, can I talk to you about something that is, er, personal?"

The happy glint in her eyes dimmed down several factors of intensity by worry. "Of course, Sonny. What is on your mind? Is something wrong?"

"Ah, well, sort of, Mrs. Honeywell, it is about, er . . . ." I stopped all together, stalling. My reluctance was real. Except for the fact I wanted to talk about it with her, wanted to get the subject open it was still exceedingly difficult to discuss sex with a woman.

"Yes?" She said, prompting.

"Well, sex." I said finally. "I need to discuss sex and, and, and relationships. But this is mostly about sex, I think but maybe not." I stopped again. Despite the fact I was working her, finding the right words was not simple which matched the situation perfectly, so being tongue-tied did not bother me. If I was a young man in over his head and looking for advice, being tongue tied would be perfectly normal and she would never suspect I was working to get her naked. Maybe she hoped, but she would not suspect me which would make things easier, at least I hoped so. Everybody does things better if they think it is their idea.

"Sex is important to us living, breathing humans, Sonny. What in particular has you bothered?"

"Well, I have gotten involved with someone and, well it is complicated."

"Does she already have a boyfriend?"

"Well, no, but yes really. Not a boyfriend so much as a . . . something else." I could not say 'husband' yet.

"What else? A girlfriend?" Mrs. Honeywell smiled then sobered when I did not deny it.

I decided on a different tactic. "Mrs. Honeywell, do you think that married women always have to have sex with their husbands?"

Now she did sober. I had said the word and she pounced on it. "Is this woman in your life married?"

I nodded, looking down at my wine in gleeful shame. I gulped some more of it. "What do you think about a man my age being involved with an older woman?"

"Who is married, you mean?"

I nodded.

"How old?" She asked.

I lifted my head and stared directly into her beautiful brown eyes. "About your age." I said softly.