Making the MILF List. P04

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Making the MILF List. P04Mother’s FridayThe 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. This time, it was Mrs. Honeywell who dropped her eyes and gazed into the wine glass. I could only guess what she as thinking. I hoped she was thinking that she was that older, married woman and I was the younger man in the equation that would equal the double backed monster scaring the c***dren. “Well, that is difficult. Marriage is difficult and when one or the other of the partners strays, it puts a real strain on the marriage. I do not think it is good for you to seek out married women; I think it is a waste of your life because they cannot offer you much.” Except an educated, hungry and voracious pussy; who was she k**ding? I had reviewed what Sammy told us about her at the beginning and figured I had an even chance of shafting this goddess tonight before I went home. “You do not understand. She, she came on to me, kissed me the first time and pulled my hand up to her tit. She sucked my cock and then stripped and asked me to fuck her. Now she will not leave me alone. She is calling all the time, sending me texts, sometimes faster than I can delete them. I don’t want anyone to see them. She says she wants to ‘do it all’ with me, whatever that means.” Mrs. Honeywell, listened but did not respond, sitting in thought. Finally she looked up. “Is the sex good?”I nodded. “Fucking fantastic. I beg your pardon, Mrs. Honeywell.”Mrs. Honeywell smiled. “No matter. I do not know how anyone can have a valuable conversation about sex without being willing to say ‘fuck’ once in a while. Now listen, when it comes to married women, they can be demanding, you have to be clear with them what it is you offer and what you expect from them. Are you in love with her? And call me, Alissa, please””In love?” The question caught me by surprise almost as much as her request but I covered pretty well. “Well, no, Alissa.” I tried out her name. It felt odd calling her Alissa but good at the same time. “But I do not want to hurt her either. I like the sex and she is teaching me lots of great things. Or letting me learn. She is not bossy or nothing, trying to be the great sex teacher. We are good together and we both come loads and have fun. But she talks about getting a divorce and living with me till we can get married, where would we want to live, that sort of thing . . . to tell you the truth it scares me a little.” “She is talking about divorce? Hmmmm. That is interesting. It is possible that you have tripped her trigger and she is intoxicated with having great sex again like when she was young. Do you know if she has had other lovers?”I shook my head. “Not that I know of.” “Have you been with anyone else since you ah, got involved with her?””No.” I lied. It was a good lie, if I understood what was going to happen, or could happen, it was the right lie. “Do you want to?”I hesitated just long enough to make the answer clear. “No,” I lied again, “I do not want to hurt her feelings. She is really into me.” Mrs. Honeywell sat forward. “Listen, at your age, you should not let anyone lock you into something you do not want. The best way to keep a woman from thinking she owns you or you thinking she owns you for that matter, is to make sure you are with someone else from time to time. I would not suggest this if you were dating a single woman but where she is married, she has to know that and with the difference in age, she needs to understand that the point of your relationship is just sex. If she thinks she loves you, you will have to prove it to her rather than just saying it. She will not believe you. You should have sex with someone else.””But wouldn’t that be using them? Wouldn’t that be involving someone else in a situation just like the one I am in and end up doing to her just what is being done to me?” The hook was set.Mrs. Honeywell nodded. “Well, yes. You could look at it that way. In fact, that is a good way to understand it, so you should find yourself another married woman and get involved with her. Then the first woman will realize that she has competition for your cock but your heart is yours to keep.”I snorted. “Just where would I find such a woman, willing to fuck me just to help me out?””Not just to help you out, Sonny. You are an attractive man. Any woman would be flattered to gain your attention.” I finished my wine and stood up. Time to move. “Well, thanks for the talk, Mrs. Honeywell, er, Alissa.” I said. For a moment, Mrs. Honeywell stared up at me, shocked that she had been too subtle. She stood and came around the coffee table towards me. “Do you need to go already? The bottle is not empty yet. It is bad luck not to finish a bottle once it is opened.” She stood close to me. “I better go. You looked like you were heading out for the evening.” I reached out to hug her. Her arm slipped around my back and the other around my neck and she pulled me close, nuzzling my chest with her huge tits. I was hard immediately. I placed my hands on the ribs of her back and patted her. But then I felt her lips on the side of my neck. Her hands pulled harder at me and her lips nipped at my neck in a decidedly more-than-friendly type kiss. A thrill ran through my body, paralleled by the knowledge that she was indeed volunteering herself for my use. I had to be careful and not scare her away. I pulled back, but her long arms dangled on me, not holding but not pulling away from me either. “Mrs. Honeywell, I really appreciate you listening to me. This is not the sort of thing I can discuss at home.””No, of course not.” Mrs. Honeywell’s voice was hoarse. She swallowed. Her eyes were gazing at my face and suddenly she leaned forward and pressed her large lips to mine. Her body clasped against me like a wet blanket. Her mouth was open and her tongue quested along my closed lips, touching and teasing, inviting and pleasing. I dropped a hand to her waist and pushed against her, separating us a little. Her mouth remained on mine and she moaned, trying to press herself against me. I relented and moved my hand to her hip while the other opened on her shoulder blade allowing me to pull her closer. I crushed her against my chest and I opened my mouth to kiss her deeply. Her head sloughed to the side and though we were about the same height, she ended up cradled in my arm while I kissed down on her mouth, clasping her tightly to my body. I broke the kiss and helped her stand up again. “I am sorry, Mrs. Honeywell, if you did not want . . . if you meant . . . if I did not . . . Perhaps I should go?” I asked. Mrs. Honeywell laid a hand on the side of my cheek, caressing it. “Sweet, sensitive Sonny. Be sure that I wanted you to kiss me.” She leaned into me and kissed me again, her hands laying lightly on my chest and shoulder. Her mouth was wide open and her tongue flicked at me. I returned her kiss, placing both hands on her hips and tugging her against me. She melted against me. To make sure of the situation, I moved my hands down to her ass and clasped it, squeezing her cheeks. Mrs. Honeywell grunted in my mouth. Then she pulled back and gazed illegal bahis into my eyes. “I think you may have found that married woman who is willing to help you out.” She spoke with a slight lilt and then she was laughing, dropping her forehead against my chest. “Oh Sonny, you do not know how many times I have wanted to kiss you. You are such a desirable man! I always felt so ashamed when you would come around and my pussy would get wet just seeing you. When you take off your shirt, I feel faint!” My hands began to rub her ass and she went silent which had not been my intention. She looked up at me again. “God, kiss me again!” She breathed. I did. Her head tilted so our lips meshed perfectly and our tongues tangoed and tangled. I squeezed her ass. She broke the kiss again. “Fuck I love your hands on my ass, Sonny! Oh god, I want you so bad. Am I terrible?”I grinned. “You are just helping me out, Mrs. Honeywell.” I moved my hands up to the back of her dress. It was rough, harsh under my hands. I wanted it off. “You are being generous, Mrs. Honeywell.” I said, fingering the hook and zipper. I smiled. Mrs. Honeywell was staring at me as I unzipped her dress. She gasped when my fingertips brushed her cool black flesh. “Call me, Alissa, Sonny.” She breathed, her eyes half closed. Then she pressed against me again, her huge breasts between us, communicating her panting passion to me in concert with her lips locking onto mine. She pulled at my lower lip with her lips and sucked on it, watching me while she did. I found her bra and released it, with some difficulty. Alissa’s eyes widened a bit then closed as she sank back into our kiss, mouth wide open. We stood kissing, pressing our bodies together for several minutes, sharing the deep kiss. She shuddered and pulled back. My hands had been idle, clasped against her bare shoulder blades, holding her dress up. “I want you, Sonny! Am I a horrible woman to want my son’s best friend?” I shook my head. Sammy had been dead on, his mom did want me. She was going to have me too! “Alissa,” I said slowly. “Tell me your best fantasy about us.” Oh, my god I was inspired! Her eyes lit up like I was offering her mink panties. “This, kissing. You undress me in the bedroom.” She giggled. “I guess I never thought about how we got there. I dreamed of kissing you, right here and the next thing was always lying on my back, staring at your hard cock as you get between my legs.” Her eyes widen. “Oh. I am bound to the bed, my arms over my head as I watch you undress!” She spoke in a surprised voice. She started to say something else but I kissed her first. She melted into me again but this time I felt her loose bra between us, folding around her tits as it sagged away from them. When we separated this time, Mrs. Honeywell was panting.I took hold of her shoulders and turned her so her ass pressed against my very, very hard cock. I was the luckiest fuck in the world! She arched her back, pressing that gorgeous ass into my cock. I touched my lips to her long, black neck and kissed her. Alissa groaned, a loud groan, with feeling. She squirmed in my arms. I kissed her again and she groaned again. I kissed up her neck, moving her hair out of the way with my nose, till I touched her ear. When my tongue snaked out and pierced her ear, she shuddered. “Oh my loving Christ! She muttered. “I love having my ears kissed and sucked.” “I am going to suck something else, Mrs. Honeywell.” I whispered. Her head tilted and I kissed at her ear. My hands, meanwhile, eased the dress off her shoulders and down her arms. It was a single piece outfit that came to her mid-thigh. Mrs. Honeywell was an attorney and knew the value of sex appeal in business and law and she used it. Her hands were laying on mine as I pulled the dress down. Then her arms straightened and I pulled the sleeves off her arms. The bra dropped and dress and bra fell to the floor. My eyes were closed but I wanted to stare at her beautiful breasts. Alissa placed her hands on the backs of mine and moved them both to her breasts. I inserted the point of my tongue into her ear at the same time she pressed my hands over her huge tits. She gasped and hissed and muttered, “fuck, yes! Oh god, yes! I do not care how you get me back to the bed, just take me to bed, dear, beautiful, sexy Sonny! You gorgeous fucking man!” Her ass was now covered by nothing, bare against me. Mrs. Honeywell went commando to work! I thought. No, I was wrong. I smelled perfume, she smelled clean and fresh, not like she had just arrived from work. She was getting ready to go out when I arrived. She was going hunting, commando. She found me! I massaged her tits, her hands moved with my hands, directing them but not moving them, following them, inviting them, demanding them to touch her body. Her head fell over onto my shoulder. “I cannot stand it! My body is on fire. I am so wet. Touch me, feel my pussy weeping for you!” Her hand moved one of my hands to her crotch where I found her bare skin, slightly nubby. She pressed my hand lower and lower till she stiffened as my rough palm grazed over her clit. She pressed my hand against her pussy, shoving a finger inside of her with one of her fingers. She was very, very wet. Alissa groaned, “Oh fucking god! You are going to fuck me, right? You are not going to leave me here panting and run off to your other lover? You have to fuck me, please say you will fuck me!” She seemed to chant the words, like she was reciting something she loved. I stopped kissing her ear. “Alissssssaaaah,” I hissed directly into her ear. “I am going to lay you on your back. I am going to part your legs. I am going to get between your knees. I am going to insert my cock into your cunt and I am going to fuck you till you scream!” I enveloped her ear and sucked on it. Alissa screamed and shuddered, pressing one hand to her soft breast and the other against her watery crotch. She pressed my finger deeper in her and I moved it, she jerked and jerked and then she sagged against me with a cry, “coooommmmiinnnnggg! Oh, oh, oh, oh goooooddd!” She squealed and as she came, her hands grasped me like she would fall without my support which she very likely would have. Her legs wavered and I had to move my hand to lock around her waist to hold her up. She went completely limp against me. I kissed down her neck, opening my eyes to look down her body at her wonderfully huge breasts. They were magnificent, even from this perspective, tall, proud and black. I took firm hold of her with one arm and ran the other hand up to her breasts and pinched her nipples. She twitched and stood up. She stepped away and looked at me like I had green hair. She weaved like she was drunk. “I have never come like that before! God, what you do to me, Sonny! I always imagined that you would make me come like a rocket but it is amazing to find that you actually can!” For a minute I was concerned, worried that these women would all love me so much none of them would want to fuck my buddies. I chuckled, if that was a problem, it was one of the best I could think of to suffer with. I moved into her arms again and kissed her lips. Then I kissed her neck and shoulders and then lower to her breasts. I kissed the slopes of her tits and then found each nipple and sucked it. Alissa had one hand on my head and the other on my shoulder. Her body swayed as I sucked at her breast. She shuddered and squeaked. She pulled me up to her lips and then shuddered against me. I grasped her by the ass and her arms looped around my neck, she kissed me and leaned against me. “You are mine, now, Alissa.” I said. “I am going to fuck you now. Go get on the bed.” She pulled away from me and stared for a moment. “Yours?” She said, hesitantly. I nodded. “You are my woman. I am going to take you. Go get on the bed.” I hoped I was not getting impatient. Alissa stared at me for a moment and then nodded and walked away from me, naked. I watched her for a moment before I could get my own feet to move, staring at her fluid ass switching back and forth with each stride. I scooped up her clothes and followed her to her bedroom. She opened the door and walked to the bed and turned on the light. It provided the room with a nice soft glow. “How do you want me?” She said in a low, even voice. I heard that I had made a mistake. I placed her clothing on the chair and sat down on the bed. I pulled her close and began to suck on a nipple. I changed to the other and back again several times before she sighed and arched her chest at me. Her hands rose and she grasped my shoulders. I pulled back and she looked into my eyes. “You do not want to be mine?” I asked. Her head shook and my heart sank. “Not that. I do not want anyone to own me. My husband tried that and ruined our marriage. Now he fucks whoever he can and I do without and we both suffer.” The mention of her husband wilted my boner a little. “Would you rather he be here fucking you?” I said. On one hand, it may seem like a stupid thing to say. On the other, I had to be able to bend her over a chair and fuck her while her son watched and that would take some doing. I could not afford to avoid sensitive issues. “Oh, no!” Alissa said, leaning in to kiss me. “I was just surprised.” “Not part of your fantasy?” I said. She smiled and shook her head. “I guess not.” I stood up, stroking my hands over her hips and ass, up her shoulders and breasts. Her eyes fluttered and closed. “Lay down, my beautiful, beautiful girl. I am going to fuck you now.” For a moment, Alissa stared into my eyes while my hands roamed, not moving her, just brushing her skin. I grasped her breasts and formed my hands around them, stroking them out from her chest to the nipples with my whole hand. Mrs. Honeywell groaned and closed her eyes. Then she nodded, kissed me on the lips and stroked my cock with one hand. “Take me.” She whispered. She sat on the bed and lay down, moving to the middle. I regarded her and realized something was missing. “What can I tie you with? I am sorry I am a bit unprepared.”At that moment, I heard my phone ring from the other room. I walked into the other room and answered it wondering if my mother was calling for cock. “Sonny?” It was mom. “Did you go to the game?” I was about to say no, if I had, things would have turned out much differently. “Uh huh.” I grunted. I hated lying to her. My heart was in my throat. “When will you be home do you think?”I thought about it and wondered what I should do? “Late. I’ll play it by ear.” “Okay.” She said and hung up. I thought that was really odd. I walked back into the bedroom to find Alissa stretched out on her bed, her arms extended over her head, cuffed with fuzzy cuffs to the headboard. She smiled at me. I closed the door. “Fantasy time. You undress after finding me shackled to my own bed. I am horrified that you see me naked and helpless, shocked that you take off your clothes, knowing that your intention is to fuck me. I am too afraid to speak, but too excited to object and too eager to scream, knowing that I will scream eventually.” Mrs. Honey spoke from the bed, staring at me. I began to undress as she talked, standing at the foot of the bed, staring up the length of her naked body. Mrs. Honeywell stared down her naked body at me. I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, running my hands over my bare chest. I shrugged out of it and dropped it on the floor. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Mrs. Honeywell, you seem to be in a bit of a jam.” I unbuckled my belt. Alissa stared then shook her head. “Ah, hi Sonny. Sammy is not here. What are you doing? Why are you taking off your pants? Is that your big, hard cock?”I opened my pants and my cock arched underneath my underwear. “Sure, Mrs. Honeywell, that is my cock.” I rubbed it with one hand, running a thumb down its curved length.”What are you going to do with it, Sonny? Why are you taking off your clothes?”I about asked why she was laying naked on her bed shackled to the headboard but ‘why’ questions are either so obvious one shouldn’t ask them or so complex they should not be asked when a guy has a naked woman panting for his cock right in front of him. I thought of a different question.”How long has it been since you fucked a real man, Mrs. Honeywell?” Great question! I dropped my trousers. But I had forgotten to take off my shoes. James Bond I am not. Alissa blinked. “Six weeks.” She said. “Reaaaally! Who did you fuck?” I pulled up my pants and untied my shoes so I could kick them off. Alissa turned her head away from me, nuzzling her cuffed arm. “An associate, an intern at work. He is a college junior.”I was surprised but then again, maybe she was playing. Either way, the game was fun and the tussle over who got to ask the questions was over. I won. “And did you come, Mrs. Honeywell?”She nodded. “I asked you a question. You have to answer.””Yes. I came when he entered me.” “Did you suck his cock first?” She nodded again. I moved to the bed and knelt on it. I grasped her by the jaw and twisted her face to me. “I asked you a question, Mrs. Honeywell. Did you suck his cock first?””Yes.””Did he come in your mouth?””Yes. I swallowed his come. I got so hot when he entered me, I came right away.” Alissa licked her lips. “Then what happened?””After I came, after he entered me?” Her eyes were searching my face, seeking approval. I smiled. “No, after you sucked his cock. What did you do next?””I lay down on the conference table and he ate me.””Ate you? What do you mean?” “He, ah, he kissed my cunt, licked my pussy, sucked on my clit.” “And did that make you come, Mrs. Honeywell?”She shook her head then remembered to speak. “No. No. He did not do it long enough. He got up and dropped his pants and put his cock in me.””And you came immediately?” She nodded. “Yes. I came immediately, when his cock slipped inside my cunt I started to come.””Then what happened, Mrs. Honeywell?” My throat was going dry. My cock twitched and her eyes flicked down to it. “He kept fucking me till he came.” “How long was that?”She closed her eyes. “Maybe a couple minutes. Maybe. He came fast. I did not come again.” “And?””He left. He left me lying on the table panting for cock, goddamn him.” “Did you fire him?””No. Not yet.”I leaned over the woman, putting my face very, very close to her face, so close her eyes could not fix on my eyes and kept jerking back and forth. “Mrs. Honeywell, are you lying to me? Did you really fuck a guy at your office?” My voice was chiding. Great question, though.”Oh yes, Sonny. He fucked me. I needed sex then. I would have fucked you gladly if I could have. I have wanted you to fuck me for years.” What a sweet thing to say. I crawled fully onto the bed and straddle her hips with my bare legs. My cock twitched. Alissa stared down between her huge tits at my twitching, covered cock. Then she looked back up at me. “How do you get out of those cuffs? Is there a key?” I asked.”No. There is a safety catch.” “Show me.” She did and her arms were released. The cuffs were broad, solid with long, brown-black fur covering them except where the chain hooked to them. On each there was a little catch like what you find on jewelry, when you moved it, the cuff opened. The chain between them was about two feet long. I took the loose cuff and looped it through the metal lattice of the headboard so that her arm was far to the side. I ran the chain along the outside to a point about 18 inches from the first and put the cuff through. I glanced down. Alissa was paying me no mind, that is, not to what I was doing with my hands. She stared at my erect cock, or the shape of it in my underwear. I grasped her free hand and pulled it to the other cuff and shut it on her wrist. Now she looked up at her hands. I scooted down her body and kissed a nipple and then the other one. I licked both and then sucked both. I kissed around her breasts and sucked her nipples till finally she gasped and grunted. I nipped the nipple I had in my mouth at that moment and she squeaked, her hips jumped under me. I released the nipple and leaned over her. I kissed her while she watched me. Her lips melded with mine but her eyes remained open. I pulled back. “Mrs. Honeywell, you are now helpless, aren’t you? You cannot illegal bahis siteleri escape from those cuffs unless I release you, right?””Yes.” She hissed. “Have you ever been helpless like this before?” I asked. She shook her head, then remembered to speak, “No. Never.””How does it feel? Being helpless?””Touch me and you’ll know.” Mrs. Honeywell hissed. I almost fell for that. I almost reached around behind me and fingered her but when I hesitated, she hunched her hips at me and I knew enough not to. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips but lightly. I slithered off her body and stretched beside her. I began to rub her belly and stroke her breasts, very lightly, very gently. Her skin began to pucker and her nipples rose up. I was on the right track. “Mrs. Honeywell, I am going to put my cock in you in a moment. Is there anything else you want to tell me? For example is there something that really arouses you? Really turns you on which you would like me to know about, while you are so completely helpless like this?” She turned her head to look at me. She nodded, very, very slowly. “Yes, Sonny. There is something else that I fantasize about.””And what is that, Alissa? What do you fantasize about?”She closed her eyes, squeezing her thighs together while her torso squirmed. Her arms were held wide above her head. “I dream about having my ass whipped with a belt and then being fucked on my back.” She said quietly. “I want a hot ass while I am being fucked.” She opened her eyes and stared at me. “While you are bound?” I asked, my heart pounding in my head. She closed her eyes then nodded. “That would be great. Oh, yesssssss, that would be wonderful.”I made a decision right then. Much as I wanted to accommodate her, too many fantasies at once make them blur together. I rolled off the bed and stood beside her. “Alissa, I am going to pull down my underwear now. When I am done, I am going to put my cock into your body. Are you ready?”Her eyes burned as she stared at my covered dick. She nodded. She kept nodding finally adding words, “Oh, yes, Sonny. I am so ready for you to put your cock into me.” I began to ease my underwear off my hips. My ass wiggled around. It was like being two different people. My head and hands wanted to tease the shackled woman on the bed while my cock and ass wanted to fuck her. We would compromise. “Do you want to see my cock?”She nodded. “Yes. Oh, yes, Sonny. Your cock looks so big and strong and ready to be inside me!”I lifted the top of the underwear over the head of my penis, looking down at it and then pulled the cloth low enough so she could see it. Alissa hissed approval. I took hold of the bottom of my briefs and slowly pulled them down my body, revealing my cock a little at a time. Alissa craned her head closer, pulling at the restraints to get her eyes closer to my cock. When my jockeys cleared the cock and then slipped over my balls, Alissa groaned. “Fuck I love cock!” She said. What a sweet thing to say, thought. I let the underpants drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Alissa, my dear, in a while you are going to get all the cocks you can handle and then some, I thought. I had no idea, even then. Alissa spread her legs and popped her ass up in the air, staring at me. I turned away from her and went into the bathroom for a drink of water. “Do you want a drink of water, Mrs. Honeywell?” I asked. “No.” She said hoarsely, then changed her mind, “yes, please.” I filled the glass and held it to her lips to drink. Water dribbled down her face to her neck and onto the sheets. I set the half empty glass on the end table and put a knee on the bed, just even with her tits. I swung a leg over her body, presenting her with my cock, right before her face, her breasts cuddled against each leg. “I would like you to suck my cock and swallow me when I come. Then, Mrs. Honeywell, I thought I would eat you till you come and then fuck you till we quit. How does that sound?”In answer, she arched her neck and kissed the end of my cock, sucking at it. I was so close to coming I thought I would blast off right then. I pulled back and she looked up at me, hunger in her eyes, her lips working like she was talking or sucking at a nipple herself. Her tongue came out and licked her full, glistening lips. “Oh sweet Jesus!” She breathed. I shuffled forwards and offered her my cock again, unsure if it would last more than two seconds. Alissa’s mouth made a perfect oval and she kissed the head of my cock. I lurched at her and the head passed into her mouth. She sucked on it and I moved forward, leaning over her while she accepted more of my steely hard cock into her watering mouth. I felt her hips buck behind me, bouncing us both. I grabbed hold of the headboard near her hands and she grasped my wrists. She sucked my cock, tilting her head this way and that but she could not get the right angle to get it clear down her throat. I think we were both disappointed. She grunted and began to suck, hard. The orgasm hit me like hurricane. My hips jerked and I was coming into her mouth. She swallowed and gulped and gurgled a time or two. If I had not been firmly hooked to the headboard I would have collapsed. There would have been injuries. Alissa sucked on my cock and I came and came, my eyes tightly closed, teeth clinched, concentrating on keeping my hips from bucking too violently. When it was over, I pulled away, staggering on my knees, putting my hands to both sides of her head. She looked up at me with come running down both cheeks. Her tongue licked at it but could not reach it all. I used a finger and helped her, staring into her eyes. She sucked it off my finger, then I bent and kissed her hard on her cock smeared lips. She kept her eyes open for a moment then closed them, kissing me back, lips, mouth and tongue. I broke the kiss, my senses still reeling and lay down beside her. I caressed her breasts and nipples, marveling at the feel of her soft skin and the firm pliant mounds of flesh I loved so much. Beside me, Alissa crooned and hummed as I caressed her. After several minutes of this, I sat up. “Pussy time.” I mumbled. Alissa immediately opened her legs. I retrieved a pillow and stuck it under her ass. I sat between her arched legs, arms resting on her knees. Mrs. Honeywell studied me, licking her lips and humping her pussy at me from time to time while I stared at her. My cock began to harden as I gazed down at her glistening gash. I leaned over and breathed on it and glanced up her body. Alissa’s head was turned completely to one side and her ass was arched up towards me. I looked at the clock. It was nine o’clock. The football game would be in about the third quarter. We had plenty of time. I crouched over Alissa’s pussy and blew on it. She grunted and wheezed. I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the outside of one of her pussy lips, labia. I thought she was gagging. She grunted and when I looked up her body from her pussy, her stomach was rocking like a stormy ocean and her tits were quaking. Her head snapped to the other side and then back again. Her arms were pulling hard on the chain. It clinked on the metal headboard as her arms moved. I licked down the other side of her passion pit and her hips surged up and her pussy smashed into my mouth and face. It was like a kiss from a drunk girl, sloppy and wet. Since my cock was fully hard now, I figured it made no sense to wait any longer. I dived in, tongue first. I speared my tongue deep into her boiling cunt. I got pussy smacked again, snapping my head back. Leaving wild pussy unrestrained was proving dangerous. I moved down the bed, dangling off the end sort of sideways to avoid the footer, I looped my arms around her lush legs and pulled them apart. My hands lay along each leg just below her pussy and with this hold I hoped to control the bucking cunt below my mouth. I licked her again and she bucked at me again but this time I held on. Much safer! I kissed higher, searching for her clit and when I found it, the woman began to come. Or at least that is what she was screaming. I planted my mouth over the area and began to suck, struggling to hold onto her while the orgasm wracked her marvelous, sensuous body. When she calmed, I withdrew the pressure from her clit and licked her cunt again and she grunted again. I barely kept her legs from crushing my head like a melon. I stopped to listen for a minute and heard her chanting. It took me a moment to decipher her passion engorged English but then it was clear. She had mastered two simple ideas. “Cock. Cock. Cock.” She chanted then switched to a hurried, slurred version of “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”Instead, I began to lap at her pussy with my tongue. I kept at it, up and down, left side, right side, till her voice faded and Mrs. Honeywell lay before me moaning. I speared my tongue between her pussy lips and she cried out, with a good, positive affirmation. Her hips bucked. I reached as far into her seething body as I could with my tongue, tensing and holding her still while the rest of her body jerked above me. I put a hand over her pussy and pressed, my thumb searched for her nubbin. When I touched it, Alissa’s body stiffened with a jolt, tiny vibrations traveled out of her pelvis and up to her craning neck and grimacing face. “Aaaauuuggggghhhh! Oh, oh, oh, oh!” She grunted, popping her pussy at my invading tongue over and over, bending my nose on her pubic bone. I withdrew my tongue and her body relaxed back onto the bed. I gave her pussy one last lick and moved up her body. Alissa’s head snapped to center, rising to look down her body at me. “Here I come, woman. I am going to put my cock into your body again.” I said in a steady, normal voice. Alissa dropped her head back to the bed and arched her body. “GOD, yesssss! Fuck me, oh, please fuck me. I want your cock, Sonny. Please put it in my pussy. Penetrate me! Pin me. Pin me to the bed!”I took the hint and pulled the pillow from under her ass. What an ass, this woman had! Her knees rose and she arched her body again, hitting me in the stomach with her pussy this time. I grasped one breast and lowered my mouth towards her nipple. “If you like being spanked, you might like this.” I whispered. Then I sucked her nipple hard into my mouth and bit down on it with my front teeth. Alissa thrashed under me, her hips pounded up at me, kissing me with her gushing pussy. I moved to the other nipple, grasping it with both hands well-balanced on my elbows. I hesitated and she held completely still, even holding her breath as I blew air onto her nipple. Then I kissed, sucked and bit her as before. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” She screamed. Her legs wrapped around me and her hips jerked over and over and over. “I am commminnnninggg!” Mrs. Honeywell screeched. “Oh god, I cannot believe it I am coming again, some more!” I bit down on her nipple harder this time and she screamed louder, shuddering, bucking at me over and over again. Her voice gurgled and ended, slewing into a gasping pant. Her body heaved and her legs released me and she fell back to the bed, her arms hanging lank over her head. Alissa craned her head around unsteadily to look at me. “Jesus, Sonny, the things you do to me! I thought I would like fucking you but I had no idea! My god, what you do to me!” I grinned and kissed her. I moved up, found her pussy with my cock and entered her. I slid completely into her, balls deep the first time. Then her pussy realized what was happening and seized and squeezed. Her knees lifted and she jerked at the chains. She wanted to grasp her knees and pull them higher. Being the gentleman that I am, I helped. I sat back, prick still lodged in her body, hooked her knees with my arms and leaned forward, bending this gorgeous woman double and sinking my cock back into her seething depths. She grunted, looking up at me from between her legs, her eyes were wild, darting, shining. I bent and kissed her on the lips but she shook her head. I pulled back and plunged my cock into her exposed, helpless pussy. “Fuck me. Harder! Faster!” Alissa grunted, tossing her head side to side as she spoke. I obliged. Slowly I drew back and then slammed my cock back into her tense body. Over and over again, my body slapped against the platform formed by her thighs and ass and pussy. My cock knifed into her over and over again, sinking impossibly deep into her over and over again. She was shaking her head now, grunting and moaning, ‘Fuck me’ and ‘Deeper’ and ‘yes, yes, yes!’ I moved her knees to my shoulders and grabbed hold of the head board and began to really pound into her. I gritted my teeth and hammered her as hard as I possibly could, as fast as my little white ass would move. Mrs. Honeywell took everything I had to offer. She could not move at all in that position, nothing but her head which flapped back and forth till her face was covered with her wild black hair. She blew a time or two to get it away from her mouth but then orgasm hit and she was bucking and jerking at me, her legs strained against my weight while her head pressed down on the mattress, trying to arch her body. I settled my cock into her slit and it rippled around me, squeezing and sucking at me like a cock hungry mouth. I released her legs and they wrapped around my body. They squeezed me and her cunt jumped off the bed, trying to envelope me completely. Then the storm passed and she dropped back to the bed, her legs flopping to the side. She stared up at the ceiling, blowing, wheezing and gasping. “Jesus, Sonny. My god! Yes. Yours.” She gasped.I lay down on her, holding my weight off her chest with my arms while she regained her breath. As soon as she looked at me, I pulled out and slammed my cock into her again. I felt the first hint of my own orgasm, the peak was near. Alissa’s eyes closed and her whole body arched to take the stroke. I pulled back and she dropped down. When I fell into her she arched again, crushing us together with such force I could feel her pubic bone bumping mine. We found a luscious rhythm and we fucked each other with whole, complete strokes. I felt my orgasm approach. I lay down on her and grabbed her luxurious ass, pulling her more completely onto the pike of my cock. She screamed and I picked up speed. She shouted and I was coming in her. Her legs wound around me and then she was coming again. I was so jealous. She bucked and screamed and hunched her body while I dumped load after load of cum deep into her quaking body. I felt her trying to hug me with her arms and looked up at her. There was a wild look there. “God, Sonny. I have never been fucked like that before. My god, you fuck me good! Oh, Christ, I am yours now! Like you said. I am your woman, I will fuck you if you want me anytime, anyplace! I am yours!” I wondered who she had been talking to. But then I heard something else which sent a terrible cold shiver up my spine. I heard the front door opening. I looked frantically at the clock. Ten o’clock. Sammy should not be here yet but then I heard his voice.”Mom? Mom? I’m home!” The door slammed. Alissa, Mrs. Honeywell looked positively sick. For moment I thought about letting him catch us but my mother was still running loose in the great pussy wild. I could not risk it. Besides, it felt sort of fun to be scared of getting caught. “Release me! Quick!” She hissed. I lifted up and then looked down at her beautiful face. I wanted to kiss her but instead I just grinned. “Sonnnnny!” She hissed. “Release me! Now!” I did. I wanted to be ornery but I could save that for another time. I released both cuffs at the same time. Mrs. Honeywell was up and off the bed, spraying Glade before I even stood up. “In the bathroom, quick.” She whispered. I heard Sammy in the hall. I snatched all my clothing and tossed a robe to Alissa and stepped into the bathroom just as Sammy knocked on the bedroom door.”Mom? You there? I saw the wine glasses. Did you have company?”Mrs. Honeywell stared. I mouthed, ‘my mother’ to her. She nodded, “Yes, Cici Duncan dropped by. Honey, I am going to take a shower and I’ll be right down.” “Ok, I’ll take one after you are done.” He went down the hall, opened his door and closed it. Much as I liked the canlı bahis siteleri idea of fucking Mrs. Honeywell in the shower while her son was in the house, I felt it was better to split while I had the chance. I finished dressing. Mrs. Honeywell stood watching me, clutching the robe about her great breasts. I could not help but stare and when she caught me, she smiled. I knew things would be okay. “I better run.” I whispered. Alissa nodded. I stood up, clasped her by the arms and kissed her, hard on the lips. Then I left her, sneaking out the back door, out the backyard gate to the alley and down to my mom’s car at the park. I drove slowly home, my whole body was alive with post coital shivers. I had fucked Mrs. Honeywell. I fucked her and made her scream and plead for more. God, I was three for three! What more could a guy ask for. I was about to find out.Our house was dark when I rolled up in front of it. I always came up quietly, with lights off, car in neutral. I crept out of the car, latching the door softly. I had caught two of my sisters with their legs in the air that way and it had become a habit. Only Tawny had escaped the all-seeing eye of my little Minolta. The front door was open, which struck me as odd. I opened it, quiet as a mouse and stole inside. The lower floor of the house was dark but the bathroom light by the stairs was on upstairs. Then I heard it. It was unmistakable. A woman’s voice crying out in ecstasy. “Oh, oh, oh, oh yessss, I am commmmmmiiiinnnng!” She screamed in a voice that was unrecognizable. I was poleaxed. Who was fucking my mother? Who got there first? I thought of Sammy, arriving home early and wondered what the fuck was happening. Someone was playing the game behind my back? I felt a surge of unaccountable anger flood through me. I suppressed it. Except for Brent, I had fucked everyone else’s mother. What right did I have to bitch if they fucked mine? It would just make getting her knickers down that much easier. I crept up the stairs, avoiding the fourth from the top because it squeaked. Keeping in the shadow, I moved down the hall towards my mother’s room. There was a light on. Only when I got to the top of the stairs did it occur to me that my mother was not the only fuckable female in the house but finding the light on in mom’s room certainly suggested she was the voice praising Venus a moment ago. I knew a light was on in mother’s room because the door was not closed. I approached the door when I heard a voice. “Oh, oh, oh, not again! Cooomminnnnggg!” I pushed the door open. If someone was coming, it was highly unlikely that anyone would notice me so I could peek safely. What I found stunned me. So stunned that I was seen and identified before I could manage to respond to what my eyes beheld. My sister Georgia was sitting against the headboard of my mother’s bed. The unmistakable form of my mother, my naked mother was between her legs, feeding on my sister’s pussy! Georgia was trying to come and get my attention at the same time. Her hand waved at me, a spasmodic flutter of her fingers. Georgia is an attractive looking redhead, the faded, almost orange, frizzy hair that goes with perfectly white skin and galaxies of freckles. And breasts, big breasts which I could clearly see, shaking as she hunched her ass at my mother’s face.”Fuck my face!” Georgia said. “Fuck my face!” She said again. Then closed her eyes and slouched lower on the bed, shoving her hips at my mother’s face. Her words made no sense to me. Georgia opened her blue eyes and gestured at me to come closer. I did, taking slow step after slow step till I was staring down at my mother’s naked, crouching form from the foot of her bed, her head held in place with one of Georgia’s freckled hands. I will not lie, my cock was hard. My mother was completely naked, her huge breasts wagging like sheep’s tails as she sucked at Georgia’s cunt crouching between those splayed white legs. Georgia, for her part continued to wave me closer till I was within reach of her one hand. She immediately and vainly tried to get my zipper down. But each time she thought she was about there, a fresh wave of ecstasy would wrack her and she would stiffen and jerk, flinging her head to the side. When her eyes refocused, she would look at me and her hand would rise up again, flapping against my hard cock. “Cock.” Georgia managed to wheeze. Mom tried to lift her head but Georgia shoved it back into place, into the blind alley where she could not see or hear anything. “Cock.” Georgia said again, pawing the front of my pants. Numb, I did what she wanted. I opened my pants and her hand pulled them down, a finger hooked in the briefs and pulled them out and down, revealing my stiff cock. With incredible flexibility, she kept her ass on the bed and leaned over, pulled me closer and engulfed my cock in her mouth, taking it completely into her throat in a single motion. After all this time, after seeing Georgia on her back, after doing everything I could to see her naked in the shower, there I stood with my cock shoved completely into her throat. She was accomplished at the whole blow job thing. And she liked it, she liked it so much she began using both hands on me. I did not mind. I was weaving in place and would have fallen over if I had not balanced myself using her back and the headboard.”Sonny! Georgia! What do you think you are doing?” Mom’s voice pierced the grunting silence. We both reacted like the c***dren we were, her c***dren. Georgia gulped, gagged and pulled her mouth off my cock. I staggered back but finding my pants around my ankles could only shuffle since the other alternative was to fall on my ass. “I am sucking his cock, mother. And guess what? It tastes like pussy! I think baby brother has been out catting around.” Georgia grinned, then regained her hold on the back of Mom’s head. “You are not finished, Mom. Keep eating. It is my turn after all. I did you good now you have to do me.””But, but, bllluummmpthhh!” Mom’s next word was garbled by pussy as her mouth was pressed down into Georgia’s cunt. I knew that Georgia, in her state, could not force my mother to do that. Mom was complicit in the scene before me, fully complicit. “Fuck her!” Georgia hissed. With her one free hand, she pointed at Mom’s wagging ass. “Fuck her. She needs cock! Something has her so horny I thought she was going to kill me when she came on my face while ago.” Then Georgia gulped and tensed, her hips jerked and both hands were directing my mother’s face against her pussy and clit. She gleeped and squeaked. Her head snapped back, banging against the headboard and her mouth opened. “Oh fuck, yes. Fuck yes. Right there, mommy, right there.” Her head lulled toward me, she was apparently unable to hold it upright any longer. “Fuck her, Sonny. Give her your cock. She has been aching for it for years. Now is the timmmmmeee, commminnnng!” Georgia flapped her ass at Mom but Mom held on, growling and slurping the whole time. I woke up. The time was now. I tore off my clothes, thankful that Sammy arrived when he did. What timing! I was naked and on the bed while Georgia was still wailing. It must have been a good one because her whole body was shaking and bucking. She lost her hold on mother’s head and neither of them seemed to notice or mind. Mom kept eating and Georgia kept coming.When I got onto the bed, Mom lifted her head but then returned to her activity between my sister’s pale white legs. Mom’s knees were spread wide, with her feet splayed behind her, leaving a nice place for me crawl into. I did. I knelt behind my mother, my hard cock bobbing before me. I could see the sheen of cum on my mother’s inner thighs. I placed a hand on her ass, her gorgeous, forty-two inch ass. Her head came up from Georgia’s pussy.”Sonny.” She panted. “Sonny.” Then she dove back in. I put my other hand on her other cheek and shuffled forward a bit. My mother groaned at my touch and her ass stopped its motions. I ran a finger down the crease of her ass, over her asshole and down to her now weeping pussy. Mom’s head rose with a shriek, a wordless keening that ended with a grunt when I shoved a finger into her pussy. I was lucky. Without any exploration, I found her entrance and my finger slipped easily into my mother’s body. “Oh sweet Mary and me!” Mom gasped. “Oh fucking Mary!” Georgia’s beautiful blue eyes opened. Then they widened when she saw where I was. “Fuck her, Sonny, fuck her!” Georgia wheezed. One of her hands found mother’s face and stroked it. Mom laid her face on Georgia’s thigh. I touched Mom’s bulging pussy lips with the head of my cock. Mom jerked so hard the whole bed rocked. I pressed it against her and she pressed back at me. My cock head entered her. I pulled it back out.”No, no, no.” She grunted, her ass wagged and waved at me. My hands on her cheeks kept her way from my cock. “Say it, Mom.” I said softly. “Say it.”She tried to lift her head without moving the rest of her body but could not. She dropped it back onto Georgia’s perfectly white thigh. “Fuck me, Sonny. Put your beautiful cock into me!” Mom panted. “Fuck me, please!” I did. Mom wailed and screamed and came before I had a chance to bottom out. Her knees slipped on the bed and she went flat, losing my cock in the process. Her body twitched so hard, she rolled onto her back over Georgia’s leg, her eyes clinched closed, her mouth open. But the pose she chose was on her back, her hands pulling at her knees but pulling them wide. She was asking to be fucked. I clambered over Georgia’s leg and got between Mom’s knees again. Her eyes opened when she felt me approach, then closed as my cock approached her seething, hairless pussy. I socketed the end in her and shoved. My mother convulsed, thrashing but not moving her pussy. I sank my cock balls deep into my mother. Lucky for me I had come a couple times already. The feeling of her body under me was unbelievable. I pulled back and pumped into her again. Still she shuddered with orgasm. I stroked her slowly for a while till she finally blew hard and dropped her legs. Then I bent over her and sank my cock into her again. Her thighs accommodated me. I touched my lips to hers. Her eyes opened and she looked at me, then she closed them and she kissed me back. Her mouth opened and her tongue found mine. Mom groaned and her body shivered again. I pulled back. “Oh sweet Mary, fuck me Sonny!” I kissed her lips and mouth again, only then thinking about her magnificent tits. I pulled away from her and found one breast, kissing over it, though it was damp from her exertions. I found her nipple and sucked it again, the first time in many, many years. Mom grunted, packing her pussy against my impacted cock, pounding up at me with her ass over and over again. I found the other nipple and she screamed, coming again. Her whole body shook, her arms waggled like she was being shocked with electricity. Her head lulled to one side and I bent over her thrashing body and fastened onto her neck. I sucked and bit and kissed, raising a huge bruise, a love bite, a hickey on her neck. I wanted to be sure this was not a deniable dream. I slowed my pumping into her pussy. She calmed, panting which I thought was excitement till she asked me to lift up. I was crushing her. I struggled to my elbows and peered into her eyes. I saw love. She wiped my face with one of her hands, then used a sheet to swab the sweat from my brow. Then abruptly, as though only then recalling her presence, she glanced upwards at Georgia. “Fuck her, now.” Mom said. “She needs cock as bad as I did. Fuck your sister, Sonny!” I was too far down the rabbit hole to argue with my mother. Reverting to 19 years of habit, I did as I was told. So did Georgia. She slide down flat on the bed and widened her legs. I crawled between them, grasped her by the hips and pulled her lower on the bed, so I would not knock her out on the headboard. My eyes found my sister’s eyes. Georgia smiled. “Fuck me, little brother. Put that big beautiful cock in your big sister. Let’s fuck!” I crawled over her. Her hands grasped my cock and directed it to the entrance of her pussy. I sank down into her wondrous depths. She sighed and I groaned. My god but she felt wonderful, clasping my hard, throbbing cock with her tight, grasping pussy. “Kiss me, Sonny.” Georgia whispered. “Tell me you love me!” I lifted my head and found her lips, the same lips she had just sucked my cock with. Our lips touched and for a few moments, I lay cock deep in her, just kissing her. Then her mouth opened and her hips rose, lifting me with them. Her hands grabbed my ass and I grabbed hers and we crashed together. She moaned and I grunted. Her legs moved and then her heels hooked behind my knees. Her hands moved to my shoulders and she pulled me down to another kiss, twisting her head to seal us together in the best fashion. Georgia moaned. I broke the kiss and went looking for her breasts, her freckled breasts. They were both falling to the side but I pulled one to my mouth and licked, kissed and sucked all over it, all the while my cock rose and fell into her welcoming pussy. “My god Sonny kisses so good!” Georgia said.I felt Mom’s hand on the small of my back. She moved it up to cup my ass. “Yes he does. He kisses marvelously!” My mother said. With my cock buried in my sister, I twisted from her breast and found my mother’s mouth. I kissed her, lifting my ass and then shoving my cock hard down into Georgia’s cunt. She sighed. Mom’s hand helped by pushing on my ass on the down stroke. I kissed her hard, licking her lips and sucking on them. Her hand continued to play with my ass, then she moved a finger between my cheeks, searching till she found my asshole. On the down stroke, she shoved with her hand and finger and her finger went into me a little. I grunted. Mom broke the kiss. “Fuck your sister, Sonny. Come in her cunt. Make her come, Sonny. I want to eat your spunk out of her quim. Fuck your sister, fuck your sister!” Mom chanted as she pressed her finger ever deeper into my ass with each down stroke. I struggled back over to Georgia and kissed her hard again. I was better able to pound her laying straight on her and I did. I began to hammer her gaping pussy with my cock. I increased the tempo but Mom’s finger was lodged in my ass, going deeper each time she pressed my body down onto my sister. Then Georgia began to gasp, great gulps of air as though she could not get enough but I was hardly laying on her. Then her legs lifted, her back arched and her mouth opened wide. Her whole body began to shake. Mother shoved her finger to the knuckle into my ass and I began to come, jerking and shaking right along with my sister. Georgia dropped her ass then surged upwards again, taking my cock into her clinching pussy. She dropped her ass again and once more shoved it up, seating my spurting cock again in her body. She shook, she cried, she called my name and asked me to fuck her. I turned my head and found she had a hold of Mom’s hand. I rose up, shoving my spent cock into her pussy, sealing it for the moment, though plenty of our spume had leaked by now. Mother leaned over Georgia and kissed her on the mouth. Georgia put a hand to the back of her head and they shared a deep, soul kiss for several minutes. When Mom broke the kiss, she looked at me and said, “Move big boy, Momma has to clean up after you.” I struggled free of Georgia’s legs and flopped on the other side of her, almost off the bed. The two women rearranged themselves and mother began to eat Georgia. She licked and sucked and lifted her head. “Christ, you taste good, honey. Both of you!” Then she returned to eating my sister. Georgia was fucked out. She lay still, grunted from time to time, feebly shoving her cunt at her mother’s face occasionally. Finally, Mom rose up and flopped down on her back. “I think we are fucked out.” She said softly. “Definitely.” Georgia said. I could think of nothing else to say so I got up, gather my clothes, kissed my mother and my sister on one nipple and started to leave. “Hey. No fair only kissing one nipple.” Georgia said. I turned around a looked the two beautiful women I had just fucked. “Not fair, but insures I will get another chance to fuck you, right?” I did not wait for answer, I went and showered and fell to sleep in my own bed, certain that I knew the answer. Except for one more MILF, I was ready to bring the guys up to speed. That was my last thought.

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