Sharing the MILF List is about over. This is the second to last episode. Thanks for all the support. I have learned some things about what works and what doesn't. There is more to come. -C
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I woke up Monday morning with a thought. It disturbed me a little. I had this thought about how my life had suddenly gotten so utterly and completely out of control. I just spent a weekend fucking quite an array of women some of whom I had actually met before. I was nineteen and I was becoming completely twisted; sexually knotty. When I looked at a young woman at school, flouncing along talking to her friends, what did I think? Not, "Will she go out with me?" Not, "Do you think she is a virgin?" Or "Does she kiss good?" No, I wonder if her mom is hot because I am confident I could fuck her if she was. "Could" not "would". And when I look at a girl's ass, her cute little bubble butt, what do I think? I wonder if she has ever been fucked in the ass with a cock? I wonder if she has ever been double-teamed by two guys? I wonder if she has been air tight or if she has rape fantasies or swallows when she sucks cock.
Now does that sound normal? Does that sound like something a normal nineteen, almost twenty year old fella should be thinking when he is walking around in the world minding his own business and letting his mind and eyes wander?
I thought this between that oblivion that is perfect sleep and the clarity that is wakefulness. The clarity is when you become aware of your surroundings. My first thought was what time was it and if it was dark because it was dark or because my eyes were closed and I had overslept. Then whoever was sucking on my cock pulled me deep into her throat.
I had fallen into bed Sunday night fucked out. Happy to leave Alissa and Laura to the good graces of their respective sons. I had done them both, several times, in several ways and I was pretty sure they would not miss me. I showered, went to bed and for all I know I quit breathing and died. Returning to the land of the living where awareness had advantages turned out to be a shock to my system. My cock was hard and someone was sucking it and doing quit well.
I thought about waking up and seeing who was sucking my cock. The possibilities were limited. Either my erstwhile mother was sucking my cock or one of my sisters was sucking my cock. I was pretty sure I was not asleep or imagining the lips stroking down my cock and the tongue looping around me. That thought fluttered through my putter and I almost made a hole in one. But then I relaxed a little. The mouth on my cock rose, a tongue lashing along the length as she lifted her head off my cock. I felt her fingers delicately fondling my balls and then she inhaled my cock again.
It was definitely not my mother. I knew her technique. This was ... different. She held still, her throat pulsing around the end of my cock, squeezing and massage it at the same time. I wanted to groan, I wanted to lay still. My hips lifted a little and a new, different hand ran down my thigh and backup and took firm hold of me. She lifted her head off my cock and then ran it back down her throat.
I could not help it. I moaned, doing my best to sound somnolent and unconscious at the same time. She went still. One of my sisters was sucking my cock. I wanted to know who. But a moment later she had lifted off, slipped out from under my blankets and was moving through my room to the door. I tried to open my eyes and they stuck closed. I panicked. Someone had glued my eyes closed!
Okay that was just a dumb thought. It dawned on me a moment later and I concentrated. My eyes opened and all I could see was my door being carefully closed. Dawn was nigh. I felt hung over. I lifted the covers and looked at my cock. Yep. It was poking up through my briefs. It glistened just a little and when I touched it, it was damp, slick and hard as calculus. Love that expression, hard as calculus! Can anyone mistake that meaning?
I did not know which of my sisters had been sucking my cock that morning and the thought haunted me throughout the morning. By Tuesday I wanted to know but could not puzzle out how to winkle that information out of them. They all seemed perfect little angels, except for Georgia who still glared at me a little. A woman spurned.
Mom had to be gone for business so my life dropped into a sort of normalcy. But the sensation of my sister's mouth on my cock tinkered with my mind. That sensation wove together with not knowing so that it distracted me for the next few days. It dominated my mind. I could focus on something but as soon as I lost focus, Wham! There is was, that luscious feeling of my cock penetrating her mouth, her head pressing down on my cock till the head was lodged in her throat where she squeezed . . . It distracted me constantly.
So Wednesday I am sitting in Macro-Econ1 and my phone vibrated in my pants. I had to shuffle out of the class while the prof glared at me. The class was almost over and I realized I was about to miss the next assignment but the line on my phone was long distance, overseas and I figured it was Sid Kingston.
I was right.
When I answered it I got an heavily accented voice saying, "Please hold for Mr. Kingston. Thank you." That was how my brain translated it anyway.
"Sonny? Can you hear me?"
"Perfectly. Are you back in town?"
"No, no. Still in Asia. Say, listen, I hear you have touched the attorney's mistress?"
I nodded, not sure what to think about that. "Wow. News travels fast."
Sid chuckled. "I know shit, son. I know shit. Can you talk? Do you have time?"
"I was in class but I always have time to talk to my good friend whose wife I am fucking."
You know how you say things to be funny and just as the last punctuation mark dribbles off your lower lip you are already thinking it might have been better to not speak, or to talk ever again because what you just said was just not right? Well, that was how I felt. I wanted to reach out somewhere and grab onto those words and pull them back but, fuck me, they were gone. Already said. But one thing I was learning, when you fuck up, act like you don't notice and maybe no one else will either.
Sid noticed but it did not matter.
His silence did not encourage me. "I wasn't going to say anything but since you mentioned it." He stopped.
So did my heart. I don't know why but the idea that Sid was about to post a NO TRESPASSING sign over his wife's pussy made my chest hurt. Double teaming her Saturday night was amazing. She loves to fuck. I was already thinking of how to argue with him, how to try to get Sid Kingston to change his mind when I realized that was crazy talk, well, crazy thinking. By the time I blinked back into my body, I realized he had kept talking and I missed it, nearly all of it.
"Sorry, Sid, you blinked out there. What were you saying?"
Silence. "I said I was not going to bother you about this but since you mentioned it, I have not been able to get hold of her the last few days. Just two nights, really but we talk every night, just to say hello. She has not answered her phone. I was wondering if you would mind checking on her. You know, just to make sure everything is okay." He stopped talking. "You can't call me here. Why don't you just email me whatever you find out. Unless there really is something wrong. I'll give you a domestic number to call that will get me a message right away." He gave me both and I jotted them down. I'd put them into my phone later.
My mind was grinding on that, the idea that he could not get hold of Annie. I thought lots of crazy shit.
"So Sonny, that really was not why I called. There is another matter. I have an associate, a Chinese man who will be in town, your part of the world sometime this week. He might already be there. You have not heard from him, have you?"
"No." I said.
"Good. Good. I kept meaning to call you. It is five a.m. here. My days are crazy. He might call you. I gave him your number. I may of screwed up, I don't know. I told him about you and your MILFs, not Cici actually—I kept that out of the mix but the others, told him about you doing your friend's mothers. He was fascinated. He likes to purchase what he fucks. I think he likes the feeling of giving them money. He might call you and see if you could set him up with one of your MILFs, that is, if there is one who might not take it poorly to be tricked out. I mean, she could keep the money or you could or whatever. I have no dog in that fight but, I mean. Shit, Sonny, this guy is a bit of an arrogant bitch but he does love new and different pussy. You two are a bit the same that way and of course, I thought of you."
