Chapter 11
A MILF of my own, Owning Mom
This is an intermediate part of the story with some setup for the next few chapters. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks to everyone who reads, votes and helps keep make this a popular story. -C
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The week Melissa Crawford left town, I was exhausted. I slept for ten hours a night for most of the week. I went to school and though I participated, I was zonked, utterly somnambulant. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday I went through the motions of being alive, mostly as a courtesy to everyone else, but utterly without conscious thought. I had had so much sex, such great sex, in such mind-blowing ways, I think I was numb. Chemistry and Econ seemed attractive by comparison. Not till Friday night did I rouse, and then only when mom came into my room. She was dressed in lounge clothing, a demure skirt and a sweat shirt.
She knocked on my door and poked her head into my room to ask me if I wanted anything from the store, she was making a run.
"Beer? Donuts? Me? Anything?" She asked with a grin. Her eyes twinkled.
She looked so funny with just her head and part of a shoulder visible inside my door. For a moment I stared at her, my mind clouded with undifferentiated visions of her and the other MILFs I had fucked and watched fucking in the last month. But suddenly the haze lifted and my cock got hard, extremely hard, really fast. But that was only the consequence of what occurred between my ears. For the first time, I think I realized that I had traded my mother to a man with a mammoth cock and she had let me. But beyond that was a subtler, sexier reality. I had traded her but not till February or whenever Chinese New Year arrived. That meant she was mine to trade, which meant she was mine now. She had accepted that. It was part of the arrangement.
Along with that clarity was the knowledge that Alissa was the same to me, now. I owned her body. I could demand nearly anything of her with the full expectation that she would comply. I had secured her position in her law practice, brought her not merely a huge client (huge! Really!) but in doing so created a barrier between her and the partners that protected her professionally in a way she never could have achieved without me. I denied her to her own son and she compiled, as least I believed she did. Admittedly that was only remarkable in the context of the MILF list. So far I had no reason to doubt her and even if she did lie to me about that, did it really matter? Somehow, sharing the MILFs with my friends for our mutual pleasure relieved the possessive pressure implied when fucking someone. All I wanted was Alissa and Mom to be sexually satisfied while the MILF list lasted. I discovered in that first conscious thought of the week a powerful aphrodisiac; I realized that when the MILF list ended and they closed up shop and closed their legs to us, I had the confidence that I could get between the knees of some other wonderful woman and she would love having me there.
"Sonny? Sonny?" Mom moved through the door, standing just inside my room.
I had been studying, but her appearance flicked a switch, the one connected to my cock. I gazed at Mom as though seeing her for the first time. The thoughts ran through my head, Chemistry was forgotten. The swell of her breasts under the sweatshirt made her sexy and inviting. Her knees were smooth and her thigh muscles rippled, disappearing under the skirt to who knew what was up there? Well, actually, I did know. Been there done that. Whatever panties she had or did not have on, I knew the feel of my mother's cunt clasping my cock as it sliced into her seething body.
After four days off, it turned out I was horny, really fucking horny! The idea that my own mother could be had, at that moment, thundered through me like a glimpse of nirvana and I don't mean the band, well, maybe I do mean the band.
"Sonny?" Mom's face appeared concerned, her forehead creasing. She touched a hand to her black mop of hair and ran fingers through it, distracting herself from the lack of response from me. She seemed to be reassuring herself she existed since I had not responded to her.
"Come closer." I said softly, my voice rasping with desire.
I think she sensed what was coursing through my veins, the roaring in my ears, the tingling sensation of erotic response, because she did not move. I could hear music from Tawny's room and the TV blared downstairs. My sisters were home. The thought that I could touch my mother while they were in the house, knowing that she would surrender to my raging desire amplified it. It was weird, like the past few months had never happened, and I was once more the clueless guy suddenly endowed with the ability to seduce my own mother. That conception roared to life in me as a consuming, demanding need. But I was now a different guy. I could have her, and now I would have her.
"Close the door." I said again, lifting my eyes up from her breasts to gaze into her eyes. They glittered gray. She blinked. "Come here." I said again.
Mom hesitated, but then slowly closed the door. Her breasts revealed her excitement, heaving as her breathing quickened under my steady gaze, a clear response to whatever vibe I was broadcasting. For a second she stared at me then she moved over to stand beside my chair.
I was sitting at my computer desk working on a spreadsheet as part of a project. I turned in my chair and as she approached. She bumped her hip against my shoulder looking down at me without making a sound. Her eyes glittered with her excitement. When I placed my hand behind her bare knee, those eyes closed and she inhaled, making that little hissing sound caused by sucking air between her teeth. I ran my hand up the back of her thigh and she made a soft sound, an "Ohhhhh" that was nearly a sigh but really it was encouragement, a plea to touch her, to make her feel what I was feeling. She sensed it and lusted after it. She wanted me to share it with her. In exchange she would share what she had to share, which was just what I wanted. I wanted her!
For a few moments I ran my hand up and down her smooth, luscious thigh before curving my fingers further around its curve so that when I raised it, the back of my hand caressed her other leg. My hand was between her legs.
Mom groaned.
I own her, I thought. The torrent of passion roared in my ears. The words formed in my mind twitched inside of me. My own mother would fuck me. I knew it intellectually. I had been between her legs, in her mouth, buried in cunt and ass but it was like all that happened to someone else, that she had been a MILF to me like the others, a luscious woman ready and willing to be mounted by a young man. Now, now she was my mother, a woman but my mother, a woman I should not be touching like this but who I knew I could do what I wanted with and she would comply, eagerly even. The promise shimmered around us like an aura of lust, hers mixing with mine.
Before my eyes, her breasts heaved, rising as she tried to breath around the tightness in her chest, the tension that tingled between her legs. She longed for my hand to meet that tingling.
