Sharing The MILF List PT.01 free porn video

Practicing to make the MILF List Airtight

Author's note: It is time to share. This begins the process of sharing the MILF List. The MILF List was made in the previous series, "Making the MILF List". If you like, you can read that first and this may make that much more sense. The characters are the same and the origins of this story are there. Thanks to everyone who commented on the previous installment.

I stayed in bed late Sunday morning. My three sisters banged around and giggled and talked, they woke me but I just rolled over and covered my head. I did not get out of bed till the house was quiet and on a Sunday, that did not mean much. Maybe everyone was downstairs reading the Sunday paper and doing the crossword or whatever they did. I read the sports page, the comics and the editorials. But this morning, I lay on my back with my hands behind my head thinking. Usually thinking got me in trouble but this morning, my mind cleared as I worked through what was happening to me

I had fucked seven beautiful women. I had been charged by my friends to open a new frontier, namely the possibility of fucking our mothers and I had done that. I decided to get together with the guys and watch football and play pool and I was going to announce the consummation of the MILF List by yours truly. But considering that moment, I naturally had to consider the next moment, that is, who fucks whom and when. And how? And that gave me considerable pause. So I went on to the other issues, Mrs. Kingston for one. When someone speaks broken English, the delicate balance between polite and confrontational speech could easily get blurred but maybe she did think she could control who and when and how I fucked, not likely. I had classes with International students and doing labs was more an exercise in English speech than Chemistry or physics. At the same time, I think I understood her intention. I had to deal with that and thinking back through the previous day's events, I determined that things were not all as they appeared. My mind developed an interesting theory which I was going to need to address before evening, before reporting to the guys.

Another thing was my own mother. I thought about jumping up as soon as the house was quiet to see if I could have her again. Thinking that way gave me a great woody but it also put a knot in my stomach. I had confronted my own mother like a woman, a sensuous, sexy, wholly fuckable woman. As a woman and as my mother, she still deserved my respect, our respect. But that has always been the problem in the gender scuffles; how do you have sex with someone and then respect them in the morning? I could not know if being married fixed it but that seems to have been conventional civilization's solution to the problem. We, however, were somewhat off the map, some considerable distance beyond the limits of conventional wisdom in the matters of cock and pussy. Not only was it an issue with my mother but how were we going to introduce the option of mothers fucking sons to the rest of the MILFs on the list, not to mention sharing them among us. The MILFs fucked me but would they cotton to becoming female pin cushions or sex toys. I could only hope!

But what about us? Did I have any guarantee the guys would all follow through and do their mothers? I was on a bit of a skinny branch and if the wind came up . . . not knowing how to fly could be a real liability! Funny how easy it is to dodge reality by rolling around in a complex metaphor. Not to put too fine a point on it, getting to airtight was still a stretch. Except for the bout with Brent, the five of us guys did not really have much idea if we could keep wood with each other while we all got naked or for that matter, how to manage doing a single woman's holes without causing some esoteric sports injury. Could we even live up to such a task? There was certainly some doubt, you know, who goes where, when, in what order and such. We had no experience with community fucking and doing a mother could complicate the scenario beyond my ability to imagine and thus beyond our ability to anticipate the consequences. You only hear about the colossal disasters when it comes to such things; successes are strictly on the QT and rarely make headline news. It was easy to imagine things blowing up but less easy to imagine having things be well blown.

I giggled to myself but the reality of the problems I faced did not fade.

I lay and pondered this matter in some detail for some time. Finally, it struck me and in a moment, I saw how everything could fit together for me and I hoped, for us. I even knew how to address Mom. (My sisters, now that was another matter but I had no pressure to deal with them immediately so I could let that slide for a while, but not forever.) I had a plan. Brent would be proud of me which gave me the starting point.

I jumped up, showered and dressed for the day and called Brent. I asked if we could watch the game that night at his house and shoot some pool. He agreed and said he would contact everyone else. I thought he was being coy till he said his mom said 'hi'. Then I understood. We agreed to meet about five and shoot some pool and then watch the game. He made a point of saying his mother was going to be out for the evening which fit my plans well. I rang off and went downstairs. As the silence suggested but did not guarantee, my sisters were gone to brunch. Mother sat on the couch reading the paper, dressed only in her pink robe, feet tucked under her, rich black hair pulled together and tied at the nape of her neck, she did look sexy. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs and she looked up, over her reading glasses. She took them off and gazed at me, eyes open but unblinking.

"Good morning, mom." I said softly.

"Good morning, Sonny." She responded. She laid down the paper. She licked her lips.

I walked the rest of the way into the living room and sat down. "Mom, tell me about you and the girls." We two always said 'the girls' when referring to my sisters, when they were not present. I avoided the inviting silence, the inviting lack of company and the inviting vision of her breasts clearly outlined in the pink robe. I avoided all that and stuck to my plan.

Mom's eyes widened but then she nodded. "Of course. I owe you that." She talked longer than I anticipated, giving me a lot more information than I thought there was to be had on the subject. More than I knew I had asked for. Mom proceeded to explain her life to me, adult to adult, woman to man . . . which made me hard for a while so, maybe actually, woman to boy.

She had loved sex with dad and they had been adventurous. Having c***dren had not altered her body significantly. She was one of the lucky women for whom having c***dren seemed like a simple task and left her body both intact and reactive so that it responded to the work she put into keeping herself sexy but that came later. For her, sex was accentuated by age and sex drive as she emerged from the cloud of anxiety about it which often goes with being young. She began to enjoy sex for the sake of sex. My father benefitted from this but then he was gone. He died in a private plane crash when I was f******n, Georgia was s*******n. Dad's business and insurance as well as wrongful death benefits associated with the company-owned plane provided well for us. She tried sex for the sake of sex but that proved complicated and she had four complications growing into puberty in her own house—three girls and me. She finally encountered a lothario who moved in with us. He lived with us till we were older, till I was 16. Then, he disappeared and Mom never volunteered the reason. They did not love each other, she told me but it was 'convenient' for them both. He was mysterious and remote and intermittently present with lots of travel but he was kind and attractive, voraciously sexual. One day he left and did not return. Mom got a notice to surrender his belongings to officials from the Federal Government and that was that. She did not discuss it.

His departure left Mom cold and she shut down. For a while, she cared for us with all the energy she possessed without any sexual involvements. She worked, however, to keep sane and, she said, to demonstrate to her daughters that a woman would function without a man. No easy task for superwoman even with a husband. Earlier, she remained sexual so her daughters would understand sex as something beneficial, to be enjoyed honestly, or that was her rationale. With his departure, she became cold and unresponsive. Her close down scared us all.

Then one afternoon she found Georgia with a young woman. The girl had gotten Georgia's clothes off and was administering a clearly skillful tongue lashing to Georgia's virgin pussy when mom walked in on them. Georgia was mortified and defensively angry which mom defused by apologizing and leaving. She left the subject alone for some time but the woman, Charm, she called herself, a experienced but delightful twenty-year old to Georgia's nineteen continued to come around. Unaccountably, mom liked Charm and enjoyed her company. Charm began to discuss her situation in life, her absent parents, distant and cold. The nannies, for she came from a well-off family. Her college experiences and disillusionment with men. Mom listened sympathetically, dismissing the vision of Charm between her daughter's legs and the fact she was two years older than Georgia at the time. They would talk for a few minutes each time Charm came over. The conversations were casual, comfortable and remained so till at one point Charm laid her hand on mom's leg and told her with perfect solemnity that Georgia was not lesbian but she seemed open to 'other options'. Mom stayed motherly right up until Charm kissed her on the lips. Two surprises emptied mom of all thought. One was that this young woman had taken the initiative and kissed her. The other surprise was that she responded to Charm's lips, that is her body responded while her mind shifted into cool, comfortable neutral, a place her loneliness had contaminated. She thought it gone forever but Charm guided her to it once more.

Best therapy ever! I thought to myself.

Here my mother blushed and laughed, chuckling at her memory of her reaction. "I just stood there while this slim woman unbuttoned my blouse, unhooked my bra and began to nuzzle and suck my breasts. You cannot imagine what I was feeling. Sexually, she stimulated me. I was horrified at my inability to stop what was happening but also thrilled to be desired by someone like that again. At some point, Charm stopped, kissed me on the lips and told me I should watch them together—she and Georgia, see how a woman making love to another woman looked. See if I thought it was beautiful. I might like to try it, she said with a consciously conniving smile. Then Charm flounced out of the house, leaving me standing there with my tits hanging out and panting like a virgin. I felt like a virgin again but more than anything else I felt passion, I wanted her. I imagined her doing to me what I watched her do to my daughter and in that moment, my whole attitude about sex changed. I wanted it, again, some more. I began to think about the world around me as a sexual place but despite the general change in attitude, I retained a lust for Charm. That took me time to process that but eventually I did."

The rest happened rather organically. Mom returned home early one afternoon to find Charm's car in the drive. She quietly entered the house and discovered Georgia and Charm having sex as she had hoped but on her bed, her bed! She watched till Charm noticed her peering through the crack in the bedroom door. Charm spoke to Georgia who smiled and waved, in itself a shocking thing but a sign that Charm had been at work discussing her proposal with Georgia. Charm got off the bed, undressed my mother and Charm and Georgia introduced her to lesbian sex. Mom passed over the details, leaving it to my imagination as it were. In truth, she left it for later because I was not likely to forget to ask for those details, repeatedly.

Well, by this time I had a fantastic erection. I remembered Charm. Straight black hair, lean with prominent breasts which were the mouthful desired and thick lips she had always coated in a variety of bright red lipstick. She wore lots of eye shadow in a style that put me in mind of the Goth oeuvre but she was not truly Goth at least in style. She would wear fishnet stocking and shiny black high heels or sexy vinyl boots but her attitude was far less intense than a real goth girl. She had style, her own, distinct style. She both looked and acted alluring and inviting. Between the two women, they brought mom to several earthshattering orgasms in about half an hour. While she recovered, they dressed and left, leaving her naked and sated on her bed. A couple days later, Georgia snuck into Mom's room a bit after midnight and had her again. And again.

"I felt like a girl again," Mom said, "like a virgin investigating sex all over again. I became the woman I had lost when George died. Then Georgia fell in love, with a college guy99/. You would think that would put an end to it but he was respectful and much less sexual than Georgia or Charm for that matter. His respectful repression left poor Georgia frustrated and by frustrated I mean sexually frustrated. She did everything but invite him to sleep over and he seemed unable or unwilling to take the hint and take her as she wished. They would go out on dates and she would come home well after curfew, shower and come to my bed and we would make love. She was always so turned on, so electric, so ravenous. She would communicate that to me and she would plead with me to give her fulfillment, to satisfy the need in her he seemed oblivious to. After a while, it became a new normal with us and I moved her curfew later to allow her late arrivals into my bed. We shared an intimacy at the time but longed for, which I missed from losing your father and she missed as a dream. Then Dalia caught us together and I thought the world would end. She was eighteen and curious."

I remembered that weekend. As the only boy in the house it was an ordeal that swirled around me but did not touch me. At the time, I had no idea what was happening. I was sixteen and though my lurid interest in my sisters was irritating to them, it was neither mature nor threatening any of us. I was vanilla in my curiosity, not even thinking of capturing them naked with a digital camera. It would have been rude and I did like my sisters. I lusted after them in general as females, only trying to get peeks of them in the shower or dressing—which I was wholly successful at doing with all three sisters. I was 'nice' which got me ignored much more than noticed. In general, we four were at peace.

That weekend Dalia had been furious, screaming and crying. I spent most of the weekend with headphones and a computer game or watching TV in my room and everyone left me alone, glad to be ignored. I remember coming down for more cookies and chips to find Georgia, Dalia and Mom sitting in the living room. They went silent, staring at me as I traipsed through the living room. No one spoke till well after I got what I wanted, their eyes following me till I returned to my room. I felt distinctly unwelcome. By late that night, they were still there. Tawny was at a sleep-over with one of her friends. I remember standing at the top of the stairs trying to hear. I saw Georgia sit beside Dalia and they talked and then they came upstairs. I hid and watched them go into Georgia's room. Two hours later they came out, mom ordered pizza and everything was fine except Georgia and Dalia held hands for most of the night. Now, thinking back, it is obvious what happened.

Mom explained. "Georgia seduced Dalia with my blessing. Georgia was still dating around and coming to my room. Dalia figured that out pretty quick and one night Georgia came home to find Dalia far ahead her. She looked in on us and tiptoed back to her room. Dalia insisted that I 'do her' the way I did Georgia and, well, I guess I felt caught and I did. Believe it or not, Sonny, I thought that having sex with my daughters opened them up to me which I thought was better than the repression wars I watched happen between most women and their daughters. I always heard about their romances and their sexual encounters, admittedly after both of us had an orgasm or two but they talked to me and never seemed to lose track of me as their mother. It was precious and I fell into it and refused to ruin it for reasons of conventional wisdom. Tawny was included later, when she developed and started dating after she turned eighteen." Mom chuckled. "You always thought I was the coolest mom to let you do all the things you did. Parties and trips and all that stuff when I was simply getting the house prick out of the way so the pussies could play."

I was hard and embarrassed at the same time which is difficult for me.

Mom sobered. "I have to admit, I thought of including you often, particularly after you were eighteen, after you got laid the first time. You were so cute and so heartbroken when nothing came of it. I left you to your buddies because I genuinely feared if I tried to comfort you, I would go much, much too far with you." She looked over at me. "I have wanted you for so long. The girls were always chiding me for mooning over you, hissing that you were going to figure us out and demand your opportunity which, I have to say, not one of us would have resisted for long. One of the most endearing things about you, Sonny is that you are incredibly attractive to the opposite sex and utterly oblivious. You have your father's charm and when I look at you, I feel what I felt for him. I have known for a long time that if you ever tried to seduce me I would be helpless. I was right. I am."

I understood, miffed but I understood. How I could have ignored perfectly good pussy laying around left me a both nonplused and embarrassed. I thought I understood or at least I understood enough. "So? What do we do now?" I asked.

My mother shrugged. "Fuck when we can I suppose." Her eyes glinted. "Like now. The girls are gone." She grinned impishly.

God but I was tempted! But I had other fish to fry. "Is that what you are thinking? You will just fit me into the rotation? How long before the girls figure out that we are fucking, then what? Hell, Georgia already knows and I am surprised she had not made a fuss."

Mom shrugged and nodded. "I told her not to. We agreed we had to be careful and let things develop naturally. I told her that if you wanted her and she wanted you, then fine. But what happened does not give any of us the right to demand sex. I simply cannot be that way and none of us want it that way. The best sex is to be shared . . . except . . . " she trailed off.

I nodded, relieved and gratified but fully aware that Mom was still being Mom. It was time to determine if she wanted to stay 'Mom' or if she wanted to become a woman and only a woman to me, perhaps to us all. "Mom, listen to me, I am going to tell you my story now." I proceeded to lay out the progression of the MILF List and the making of it. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as I related our determination to fuck our mothers. She already knew I had fucked three of her friends and when I told her about Mrs. Honeywell, she merely nodded like it made sense.

"I wish I had been able to see that, Sonny. Any of them. Watching you and Laura together and Georgia then Annie. . . my gosh I never imagined that watching someone you knew and cared about having sex could be so erotic." She actually sighed.

I took this comment to be a good sign so determined to take the plunge. I had not mentioned airtight to her yet but it seemed reasonable to give it all to her. It fit in with my vision of how to share the MILF list.

"Mom, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course. If this conversation is not the most difficult a mother and son can have, I am not sure what would be. So, go ahead. What is it?"

"What is your deepest sexual desire?"

Mom looked thunderstruck, as I had hoped. Not shocked but dumbstruck, startled not so much by the question, I think as by the fact that she had not given her ultimate sexual fantasy much or proper thought before, perhaps none and here I was asking it of her.

"I, well, I . . . " She blushed deeply. "I had been with a woman in college, a very beautiful girl who I was infatuated with. When we were done, she asked if I would do it with her while her boyfriend watched. I never got the chance but I always got breathless when I saw her and thought of sucking her pussy while her handsome boyfriend fucked me. And then you did exactly that while I ate Annie. I was so turned on I could have fucked all night." She shrugged. "I guess my fantasies are more limited."

I shook my head. "Not fantasies, Mom, I am talking about sexual experiences you would have if you had the chance."

"You mean like taking it up the ass?"

"If that would turn you on, yes."

"Or having two men at once?"

I was doing a happy dance deep inside beyond the light of day. I was right. It is good to be right once in a while. "If that is what you wanted. I told you about the MILF list, how do you feel about the idea of fucking all my friends?"

The look on her face was comical. "Oh. MILF, mother I'd like to fuck. You mean I am a MILF?"

I shook my head. Some people are just priceless! I guessed 'oblivious' ran in the family. "Yes, mom, you are definitely a MILF! And we all want to have you."

She turned into a mom in the most amazing way, in that moment, with her next comment. "Well, honey, how would you feel if I fucked your friends?"

I almost laughed out loud. What a fucking question! "Mom, listen to me. We all want you. But I know and you know that having people just fucking all over the place is never going to work. But then again, I bet Brent is right this minute working on a spreadsheet with dates and combinations so he can get us all scheduled to fuck with a menu of positions to work from. That feels off to me too. I am interested in us, me and the guys offering you and the other MILFs on our list the chance to fulfill your sexual dreams and desires. In return, you all help us with ours. I know that makes sense in my head but I do not know how to make it work" I gestured with a hand "out here, out there in the world where real people breathe and fuck."

My mother smiled and nodded. "You mean where real MILFs breathe and fuck." She sobered. "I learned something from my daughters. Let me show you what I learned." She stood up and untied her robe and let it slip down her shoulders. Her bare breasts came into view. She walked over to me and knelt between my legs. My flagging cock went from half-mast to full attention by the time her hands reached my belt buckle. Mom opened my pants. She was not delicate or careful, she pulled my pants off my butt and down my thighs with a violent jerk. She grasped my cock and kissed the end of it. She looked up at me.

"I learned you just let things happen. Do not try to arrange everything, do what you know how to do and take what happens. The only requirement I would ask of you and your friends is this, if things go wrong, stand still, stand up and take responsibility for what you do. Beyond that . . . " she gave an expressive shrug which caused her tits to ripple and flow.

Before I was done studying their sensuous motion, she bent over my hard cock and took it into her mouth. She sucked me hard into her mouth and then pressed the head deep into her throat. She blew through her nose and then swallowed, sucking hard as she did so. My orgasm arrived so suddenly I was surprised and of everyone, you'd think I would know what the hell was going on. My body spasmed and I did not even get my hands on her head or shoulders or tits or nothing. I had opened my legs to her approach and my hands were planted on the couch beside me and when I came, I simply erupted with nearly no warning. Mom gagged for a second, swallowed and then sucked at me which heightened the intensity of the blitzing orgasm. My head pitched back onto the back of the couch and my hips humped up. Mom looped an arm around my waist and held on. She sucked and swallowed till my cock quit producing and my hips quit lurching. She sucked and slurped as she lifted her mouth off my cock. She sat back and licked her lips.

"I love sucking your cock, Sonny. But I have to tell you, thinking about sucking everyone's cock, about having them all take me . . . my god, it seems so erotic and exciting. I can barely believe it could happen but I know it can."

With my mother sitting nearly naked between my knees, my cock still hard but slick with her ministrations, it seems like my mind would have been completely blank, or that I would have been pushing her onto her back and mounting her. But nooooo! I was thinking about Annie Kingston. And about my mother trying to breathe while airtight.

"Do you know the term 'airtight'?" I wheezed. I sounded like I had been gulping helium. I cleared my throat and repeated the question with a more masculine tone.

"Airtight?" Mom said, cocking her head and rolling her eyes. "You mean like a submarine?" Then she slapped my bare thigh. "What do you think I am, a blushing virgin? Mouth, ass and pussy and a cock for each . . . ohhhhh!" She blinked her eyes several times. "Ohhhhhhhh!" She said again. Her eyes became wide and she stared at me but I was pretty sure she was not seeing me. "Airtight." She sighed. "Now there is a fantasy I never had but I think I am going to have it now." She shook her head. "Yes, I know what airtight means, why do you ask?" Her voice was honey sweet. She actually batted her eyelashes at me.

"When we made the MILF list, the objective was to make our mothers airtight. Each of us would fuck you all and then we'd fuck you together." I was still panting from the lightning strike on my cock but I felt like I was making sense.

Mom nodded. "That is worth discussing." She took hold of my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Take me to bed."

I did something then which must qualify me for sainthood in some religion or a medal of honor, perhaps a mental disorder or as Landon would likely say, a good sound whack on the back of the head. I said no. Not out loud, of course but I had my sights set on the issues I could and would settle and if I got mom on her back, I would get nothing done that day except doing her. This may be why sex is the subject of so many social restrictions. The civilizations which did not bother with such restrictions fucked instead of working the fields during planting season and starved to death soon after they discovered fire. Only repression allowed civilization to develop. I hate that thought.

I bent over and kissed mom, caressing her bare breasts. I sat up. I thought of the girls and realized that mom must know they were due to be back soon. My breath caught, she wanted them to find us in bed, with me balls deep between her legs. The conniving . . . I thought and almost grinned at the thought but I had to stick to the urgent things and deal with mom and the girls later. I hoped they would wait. "I have one more question." I stared at her tits, ignoring the savage disappointment in her eyes.

Mom shook her head and tried to get her eyes to focus.

"What about Mrs. Kingston? What should I do about her? She could fuck us all up!"

Mom finally succeeded in focusing. She stood up and picked up her robe and put it on. She sat down in the lounger. "Annie? I would not worry about her but she does have a tendency to talk too much. But maybe it just seems that way. She knows things that she has never told."

"Oh?" I was interested, but more curious.

"People confide in her. Alissa, Kyla and Sasha, they all have told her about their . . . oh, dear!"

I chuckled. "No worries, mom. Their sons know a lot about them too and, believe it or not, sons talk. Well, beer talks but, same thing. Why do you think we thought our mothers would fuck us? Except you, you we did not know about."

"Oh. Oh!" Mom said with a quirky laugh. "You do need to get her to quit the threats though. I know things about . . . oh, listen. You asked about sexual fantasies, Annie told . . . someone, but I do not remember who, that she dreamed about being tied up. But not just any way, with scarves, long gauzy scarves from her wrists to her shoulders, tied behind her, wrapped around her arms and then fucked hard, with her hands between her ass and the man fucking her."

"That is a lot of detail." I said but it was the right detail and suddenly my schedule for the day crystalized. I stood, pulled up my pants. "I have to go." I said, distracted by the vision of Anne Kingston bound and bent over a counter. I liked the picture.

"Wait a minute," Mom said softly. "I remember telling you something, that night. You know, when I had been drinking wine?"

I nodded, oh yes, I remembered!

"I think I might have said something wrong."

"Oh?" I stopped and waited for her to go on, interested.

"I said something about Laura saying you wanted to, to, to surprise her in her bed and tie her up and, and, and . . . " My mother was getting shy. "Oh the hell with it. I said she told me that you wanted to sneak into her house and fuck her, **** her, tie her up and **** her. I misspoke."

My breath caught. I had thought about that little clause several times and kept it in a closet, waiting for the time to take it out and consider Mrs. Wills in relation to that. "And?" I prompted, now glad I had closeted that particular idea till now.

"Well, I changed it to Laura telling me she wanted you to do that. That was not right either, not really. I remember now. It was Mrs. Kingston, she was the one who told me that she saw you with your hands on Laura's ass and she was jealous. She told me she wanted you to sneak into her house and fuck her, take her like you were taking Laura. That is why I had Laura invite her over that day, because I thought . . . I thought you might like to have us all. And she, well she needed an excuse to keep her mouth shut. I do not know why she said all those things. She tries so hard sometimes to fit in, she misses the subtleties of what is happening. Don't be too hard on her!"

I nodded.

"Laura is a submissive. She wants to be treated like a servant or . . . a slave, a naked, blond slave who is given to anyone to service. She talks about that all the time." Mom blushed. "Annie is not the only one people confide in and I should not have told you that."

"No worries, mom. We want to know secret fantasies like that so we can give you MILFs what you desire the most."

"You mean, besides six feet of cock?"

I laughed, went to her, kissed her lightly on the lips while caressing her breast and left. I would be just hard enough for her, I thought. I left my mother sitting there, likely unfulfilled and drove over to the Wills neighborhood. I parked away from the Wills and Kingston houses. I sat thinking about how best to proceed.

My phone rang. It was Brent. "You on for pool and football tonight? Five, at my house?"

"Sure. Brent, could you make sure the drive is clear for me. I may be a little late and I have something to bring in and I don't want to go very far."

"Sure. No problem. This ought to be fun." I agreed and he hung up.

I wondered if he remembered that it was my idea? I chuckled.

I called Laura. I told her I was coming over to her house, then remembered to ask if Chris was there. He was gone till late she said, at an audition. I left the car parked near the little neighborhood park and walked to the alley in the back of the Wills' house. I slipped in the back gate and walked up to the back of the house. I could see Laura through the patio doors. She stood by the dining table, she watched me walk across the lawn. Her eyes were wide and she kept wringing her hands. She looked scared. I slid the patio door open and stepped inside.

"Mrs. Kingston will . . . "

I interrupted her. "Call Annie and tell her I am here. I am going up to your room." I knew what I was looking for: Scarves. I had seen Laura wearing them several times, several of them and I had one in particular in mind. I got to her room and opened the door to her closet. It smelled close but with the hint of her perfume. I noticed that the closet only held her clothes, no men's clothes, no husband's clothes. I began to search through her clothing. I saw what I wanted but I stalled, wondering if she would follow me there. She did.

Laura stood at the door of the closet watching me leaf through her closet, looking at outfits, running my hands over her clothing, stroking the fabric. She hugged the door post, biting a lip. I found the scarf I wanted, a broad coarse-weave but soft linen scarf of green and blue. I took it down and pulled a dark scarlet and black one of the same material out of the shelf. I d****d them over my arm. We both jumped when the door downstairs rattled open and then clanked shut. Laura did not hesitate but disappeared down to greet Mrs. Kingston. I would follow with my own greeting.

I lingered for a few moments, insuring that these two would serve my purpose. I tied one around my thigh; it did not bunch up or slip. I nodded. I folded both scarves up, one in each hand. I heard Annie's shrill voice downstairs, peppered with 'fuck me' and 'right now.' I smiled grimly. Time to turn the tables.

I descended the stairs and the two women fell silent before I appeared, when they heard me on the spiral staircase that uncoiled from above into the front foyer of Mrs. Wills' house, just to one side of the entrance, the grand entrance. I found them standing in the living room. They were facing each other; Mrs. Will in her straight yellow skirt and white blouse, Mrs. Kingston in a longer flowing black and green print skirt and a translucent black blouse. They both watched me approach.

Mrs. Kingston's eyes never left me, her hair was coifed and curled. She wore rouge on her cheeks and lipstick with light blue eye shadow. She looked adorable. Her blouse was see-through and I could see the lines of the minimal black bra. She wore high, high heels, woven around her feet and ankles similar to Greek sandals.

Slowly I extended both hands and holding the end of a scarf in each, I let them tumble free. Mrs. Kingston's face flexed through several expressions before settling on an open-mouth gaze of hunger. Laura looked confused. I looked over at her.

"Laura, do you have headphones you can use?"

Mrs. Wills nodded mutely.

"Go to your room, shut the door and put on the ear phones. We will be gone pretty soon." I glanced at the clock; three thirty. That gave me about 2 hours, just right!

She moved past me. Before she got to the foot of the stairs I said to Mrs. Kingston, "Take off your blouse and bra."

Annie gasped and licked her lips. I heard Laura's slow steps, her slow listening steps on the stairs, snicking on the carpet. "You mother." Annie whispered. "She told?"

I nodded, slowly.

Annie's expression did not change. Her face had a set, studious expression. She began to unbutton her blouse. Each button seemed to give her trouble, but then her hands were trembling. She began at the top. I kept the scarves dangling before her hungry eyes till my arms got tired. Then, I folded them both over my forearm and moved to stand before Annie. Her blouse was open, showing her bra-induced cleavage and her golden-tan skin. The flimsy bra bumped with her nipples. Slowly she pulled the tucked tails of the blouse from her skirt. With the least movement, she pulled the edges of her blouse off each shoulder, shrugged it off and let her arms straighten to her sides. The blouse drifted down her body and dropped to the floor of the living room, a black puddle of seductive clothe on the blond carpet.

She stood looking at me. Her hair was pinned to one side with a turquoise-colored hair clasp, she was very fetching. She watched as I folded both scarves over my right hand, eyes on them, watching the motion like a gold digger would watch a jeweler handling her diamond ring. When my hands stopped moving her eyes jerked up to mine and then she reached behind and released her spare bra. The cups released her breasts and again she let her arms fall straight down. The bra tangled at her elbows and she shook it loose, letting it drop to the floor as well. Her breasts stood out on her chest, small mouthfuls of alluring flesh, tipped by erect brown nipples. Staring at her naked torso I wanted her intensely. I breathed deeply and she smiled, a small, private smile, just barely showing her teeth. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch and its tent there.

"Annie, turn around."

She moved gracefully at my command, all sign of the bitch was gone, subsumed by the trembling which raced through her body from side to side, a tremor of passion, the only sign of excitement I needed to have confidence that my mother had remembered correctly in the end.

"Annie, put your hands behind you." She did. Her shoulders quivered. She was panting. I looped the scarlet sash over my neck and pulled her wrists together. I put a simple half-hitch in the blue one, tightening it around one wrist and then another with two loops on the other. I made a quick figure eight to tighten them together. I leaned down and kissed her neck, moving her frizzy hair aside.

"Oh yes." She hissed.

"Annie, my mother told me two things about you." I spread out the scarf and then wrapped the wide cloth around her forearms. "Is that too tight, Annie?"

"No sir." She whispered. I wrapped it again around her elbows and pulled them together. She was incredibly flexible and I felt no strain in her limbs. "Ohhhhh." She sighed. It pulled her shoulders back a little, arching her back and proffering her breasts like temptations.

I tucked the scarf so it would not loosen. With both hands I swept her hair away from the right side of her neck, baring her little ear. I kissed it and she moaned. I licked it and she shuddered. I sucked it and she groaned, her hands twinkling at my crotch and legs. "Mrs. Kingston, I know what you want. I will give that too you but you must do something for me, too."

Annie grunted, her head lolling to the side. I looked down her chest at her breasts; the nipples were perked and turgid. I felt the tightness of excitement in my chest, the certainty that my understanding of this woman and thus my use of this woman was going to provide us all with incredible pleasure. We would use her and she would suffer intense ecstasy.

"Annie?"

"Yes, Sonny?"

"I am going to bind your arms together. Is that what you want."

"Oh yes, Sonny." The words tumbled out like she was out of breath.

"Then, Annie, I am going to take off your panties."

"Oh yes, Sonny."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me, Sonny! I beg of you, please fuck me!"

I moved around in front of her. She straightened, lifting her chin to gaze up at me. I bent over her, moving my lips close to her mouth where my breath puffed onto her skin. "Annie, my mother said you wanted to be ****d, taken in the night by surprise. Is that correct?" I felt her powerful inhalation. I moved my eyes from her open red lips to her eyes, they were wide and darting back and forth. She sighed then and tried to nod which pressed her lips against mine. I kissed her gently then moved back. "Annie, is that right?"

"Yes, Sonny. I told your mother . . . I said I dreamed of being fucked in my bed in night. Waking to the dark of my eyes and being tied to the bed. I dream of feeling hands tear night gown off body and lips on my nipples, biting me hard! Yes, Sonny, I wanting to be taken in the night."

"And what are you willing to do for me to earn that? I can do that for you, you know that right?"

She nodded and I was far enough away that we did not touch. Her lips worked and she licked them, her tongue darting out and touching them, smearing the lipstick more. "Anything, Sonny. I dream of this so long, I know it is wrong, bad of me but oh it makes me so excited, just thinking about waking up tied to my bed and having my legs over man's shoulders when he enter my nest." She actually sighed, bowing her head the merest bit.

I nodded. "If you do what I want you to do today, I will give you that, perhaps many times, with many different men."

Her eyes widened then and her nostrils flared. Her mouth opened but she did not speak.

"Ask me to bind your arms." I said.

"Bind me. Wrap my arms, please." Annie repeated without hesitation, managing to pant around the words.

I moved behind her and did as she asked. I used the last of the blue and green sash to bind her elbows together, snug and safely secure. I pulled the black and scarlet from my neck and tied one end around her upper left arm, tucked under her arm, up against her shoulder. She bowed her head. I moved her hair to the front, off her shoulders and back. I loved the feel of her frizzy hair on my hands. I ran the scarf under her other shoulder and cinched it into her upper arm and then pulled her shoulders back, tightening the hold on her upper arms. Her shoulders flexed and her back arched further. I pulled harder till her upper arms neared each other, her body impossibly flexed. I released the tension just a little and looped it through her right arm and tied it. With the remaining fabric, I wrapped her upper arms.

When I moved around in front of her, Annie lifted her head. Her lips appeared swollen, pursed and seemed redder somehow. Her eyes were smoky, her body wavered a little, swaying with drunken anticipation. I put a hand on the back of her head and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue slashed at me, spearing into my mouth. She moaned as I kissed her.

I withdrew from her lips. The hunger in her eyes flamed. She bowed forward, moving her lips after mine as though to maintain the kiss, following me. Her shoulders were flexed back which extended her breasts, projecting them forward. They were round cups of passion and I bent to drink from them, sucking at each in turn while Annie groaned. I licked her nipples and sucked each breast hard into my mouth. Annie gave a gasp and a grunt.

I moved my face up before her, placing my hands on her hips. They lurched under my touch, jerking forward once before stilling. "Annie, I am going to give you to my friends tonight. We are going to fuck you, all of us, over and over. I will tell them if they ever want you, they can go to your house and take you. You are going to become a slut for us. That is what I want. If you ask me to take off your panties, if I remove your panties and you are wet when I touch your pussy, you will become ours to do with as we wish. For my part, I will promise that at least once and likely often, you will be ****d in your own bed in the middle of the night."

Mrs. Kingston gulped then and licked her lips. "Sonny." She stopped. "Sonny, take off panties, please." Her eyes were shining, now drawn into tense slits which appeared nearly feline.

"Mrs. Kingston, you must agree to let me know when Sid is home. You call when he goes out of town and when he returns. You let me know which nights your house will be empty and you will leave the back door open when you are available."

"Will Sonny." Mrs. Kingston whispered.

I dropped to my knees and ran my hands up her stocking-clad legs. Her skin seemed to ripple beneath my hands under the black hose. I ran my hand up under her dress and found the tops of the stockings, the garter clips on top of her panties. I dropped her dress and went to the kitchen. I got a razor sharp knife from the kitchen. I walked back into the living room. Annie's eyes fairly bulged when they saw the knife.

"Sorry about the panties, Annie but I am not taking the garters loose to get them off."

Her stricken face relaxed, the moment of terror lingering as an erratic tremor running through her body. I sat once more and lifted her dress with one hand. Her lean legs came into view, the tops of the stocking. I was amused, the garters were pink, the belt was pink with black frills. Her panties were strings and swaths of clothe which with several quick jerks of the knife, I removed. I took the knife back to the kitchen. I returned to the living room.

"Annie, turn around and bend over."

She did.

I opened my pants and released my hard cock. I pulled her dress up over her hips and crouched, bending the end of my cock down to the shallow cleft of her ass. I moved lower, feeling with one hand till I felt the lips of her pussy awash with her arousal. "You are wet, Annie. When my cock enters you, you are ours, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sonny." She mewed. "Please put cock inside Annie."

I did as she asked, it was, after all, a very good idea. I slid about half a cock length into her before she tightened and progress halted. I pulled out and dropped her dress. I pulled her upright. She turned around, her eyes mystified. "Come with me." I said, not meaning what I said exactly. I pulled her to the front door. I had a logistical problem. I needed to run get the car but Annie could neither open the door nor close it. The key to such situations is improvisation. I ran up the stairs to Laura's room. She was lying on her bed, her dress was gone and her legs were wide. She was furiously rubbing her pussy with one hand and navigating a vibrator around and inside her pussy.

She stopped when I opened the door, pulling ear buds from her ears.

"Laura, I need your help."

The look on her face flashed first fright then lust. She rolled off the bed and knelt before me. She opened my pants and I let her. Downstairs, Annie waited, topless and bound. Laura took out my damp cock and sucked me into her mouth. After she pulled me into her throat several times, I tapped her on the head. "Laura, come down stairs with me."

She nodded, rose, picked up a robe and followed me downstairs. Annie was not at the door where I left her. We rounded the last curve of the stairs and I saw Annie, she had moved away from the entryway window to the door way of the kitchen.

"Oh!" Laura said behind me.

I glanced behind me. Mrs. Wills was staring at Annie who stood with her bound arms behind her and her chest thrust out, making her breasts prominent and lurid. Her wild, curly hair and makeup made her seem otherworldly. She did not speak.

"Laura, I need to go get my car. As soon as I am in the driveway, I will honk. You open the door and push Annie out and close it behind her. Is that okay?"

"What are you going to do to her?" Mrs. Wills asked, her voice quivered.

"I am going to give her to my friends and we are going to fuck her. Is your husband going to be in town tonight or tomorrow?"

"He's gone."

I nodded. "Okay." I am such a tease. I stood still for a moment looking at Laura as she stared at Annie. "Kiss her." I said.

Laura pulled her eyes to me, wide, aroused. Then she nodded mutely. My mother was right. Laura walked to Annie and kissed the bound woman on the lips, gently, then more passionately. She moved next to each breast and sucked on Annie's tits.

The oriental woman keened with the attention, trembling.

I pulled Laura back. "Push her out the door when I drive up."

Laura nodded then took hold of Annie's bare shoulders and kissed her on the lips again. She dropped a hand under Annie's skirt and they both squeaked when the hand touch Annie's bare pussy.

I ran to the car and was in front of the house in minutes. I honked and leaned over and opened the door. I was driving my mother's car and it had plush, crushed velvet seats with no divider. I pushed the door open and a moment later, Annie appeared, topless and bound and crawled awkwardly into the car, laying down on the seat and facing the back. I leaned over her and pulled the door closed. Out of pure lust, I fitted my lips onto her nearest nipple and sucked and sucked hard. Annie yelped. She was trembling and panting, her breasts were slick with Laura's attention.

I put on my seat belt, this was no time to get stopped. I pulled Annie's head into my lap and she relaxed, panting and blowing through her nose. As I drove, I stroked her bare back, running my fingers over her smooth, flawless skin. All the way to Brent's house, I muttered things like, 'You are going to fucked soon, Annie.' And 'I have lots of cock for you, Annie!' She shifted and pressed her face into my crotch, kissing at my hard cock through my pants.

I arrived at the Rossini house and parked. I realized as I turned off the car that we were blocking Mrs. Rossini's access to the drive which if what I had in mind worked out, would be a good thing. Usually when we forgot and did that she would phone in and ask us to come move a car or two.

"Annie, I have some things to deal with. You lay here. You should be warm enough." I pulled a blanket mom kept in the back seat over the back. "In case you get cold. Stay here. I will come get you when we are ready." I leaned over and kissed the skin over her side, above the waist band of her skirt. I got out of the car and let myself into Brent's house. I scouted the area to make sure it was empty. I could hear the TV downstairs. I went down.

They were playing pool, two on two. I could hear them japing at each other as I descended the stairs. The stairs ended in the gloom at one end of the basement with the family area and bar at the other end. Around the corner from the door was a half-wall bookcase where you could see half of the pool table the bar beyond it and the couch but not the TV which was in the far corner. I sauntered into the room.

"Hey guys!" I said brightly.

Everyone greeted me. I got a beer and stood around watching Chris and Sammy take on Brent and Landon. I was the only one without a pool table so they were the best players but since they all had tables, I had gotten pretty good over the years. Oddly or predictably, my heart hammered in my chest while they finished the game. Chris and Sammy won.

"Who's up?" Brent asked holding out his cue.

"I'm up." I said and took his cue. But then I tossed it on the table and everyone stopped talking and stared at me. "Time to talk." I said softly. I went and leaned on the bar. It was not a classic bar but a low bar designed to lean or sit on with a cushioned front edge. As I hoisted myself up onto it I thought about Annie d****d over it, being fucked from behind.

"You all should sit down." I said.

The hush thickened in the damp air of the trimmed basement. I waited till everyone had a seat. They knew what was coming so I just said it. "It's done." I spoke the words like it was a dire pronouncement. The reaction was muted. I am not sure what I expected so I did not feel disappointed.

I pointed at Brent. "I fucked your mother." I pointed at Chris. "And I fucked your mother." Then Sammy, "And your mother," and finally at Landon, "and I fucked your mother. And yes, I fucked my mother. So now we know our MILFs will all fuck. I know they all fuck."

I waited. The guys looked around at each other. Sammy was about to pop trying to keep from grinning. Chris looked scared, Brent was blasé because the news was not so surprising to him. I started with him so his reaction would be the model. Landon just stared at some indefinable, distant point.

"I don't know about you guys, but I think that deserves a toast!" Brent said. "To Sonny!" Everyone hoisted a pint—a bottle really but I like that expression, 'a pint'. I could not help it, I grinned. I was proud. I had fucked the mothers of my friends and they were toasting me! It is a beautiful world.

We all clicked the necks of our beer bottles. Yes, we were not of age but we were old enough to die for our country, a cold brew is simply not unreasonable. A culture that thinks we are old enough to hold a weapon should not begrudge a simple buzz, so long as we do not mix the two. We all took a long, calming pull on our Dos Equis.

Landon looked over at me and lifted his bottle. "Fuck me, I knew we could count on you, bro!" He drank. He grinned. "You really did it? I mean, like you said? Every one of them?"

"Geezus!" Chris muttered. "He really did it!"

I waited. I had realized that we all had not thought much beyond this moment. It was like we did not believe it possible, to get to this moment and so had not given the next moment much thought; the one where we could think about fucking the MILFs. But for the other guys, it was different. They were all thinking about their own mothers, thinking of them as women, naked, coming, begging to be fucked, sucking their cocks . . . whatever. They all had the vision of something flooding over them. No one looked at me.

After a few minutes of football commentary and no other sound, I thought it was time. No one was smiling now. Even Sammy had contracted back into his normal look rather than the appearance of a pending bust. "Guys, I know, this is a big moment. Frankly, I am feeling a little exposed. We need to talk about the MILFs, our mothers, and how this is going to happen."

"Whores and sluts! That's what I'm talking about!" Sammy gushed forth.

I held up a hand. "Wait a minute. We have to be clear. Our mothers, your mothers are neither. A whore only fucks for money and a slut never says 'no'. Our mothers are neither. Just because we think we can fuck them now," I grinned. "Well, I know I can. But just because we think they do fuck now, after years of never imagining we were created with anything but immaculate reception . . . "

"Conception, you idiot. Immaculate Conception!" Brent growled. "Conception!"

I ignored him. " . . . we have testimony that 'yes' they do fuck." I could not help it. I grinned again. "I am here to tell you boys, our mothers love to fuck!"

What followed was cathartic primal scream, an existential howl of glee and relief and sexual tension all tangled into a single ear splitting noise that drowned out the football game. It was like the Buffalo Bills just won the Superbowl.

When silence came, or more accurately when the TV could be heard again, I resumed. "Guys, since I had Mrs. Clark, I have been thinking about this moment and what comes next." I mentioned Landon's mom first, knowing that each guy would have to confront the fact that I had had his mother and it would be different for each. Landon did not look at me; his face seemed to close . . . but that could have been my imagination. I felt the twinge of guilt, the nagging sense that a guy just does not do what I did but then I thought about Mrs. Clark, about Kyla looking back at me as I entered her in the changing room, the lust in her eyes, the need, the want, the demand that I use her as she wanted to be used and the full knowledge that the stars had aligned and each woman bore a dream of coupling. For each one that dream, till the moment I entered them, seemed utterly impossible. Today, each of these women were one step closer to realizing a sexual fantasy. All we had to do was discover and deliver it. Then we could have our fantasy.

"Guys, now that we know they do fuck, in a real sense we know this."

"You know it in the Biblical sense." Brent muttered again.

This time I had to laugh though it was a sort of nervous laugh. I was a step away from the cliff but not on the solid side, there was nothing under my feet. All I had to look forward to was flying or falling. If they all suddenly demurred and decided it was all just talk, I was finished!

"Cool it. This ain't easy. We need to understand something. None of us are going to be happy if this turns into a free-for-all. Our mothers are not going to spread their legs any time we snap our fingers. Nor are they going to be eager to confess that they fucked me. Nor will it be easy to get them to consider doing you ugly fucks. They have had the best and it is all downhill from here for them."

Everyone rolled their eyes. But, surprisingly, no one said anything. That was good. I understood that to mean they were actually thinking of the reality of this thing. The second thoughts, the fears, the guilt of even thinking of this whole idea may be creeping through the little minds of each of us. If not, no worries but I had the ultimate solution up in the car. But first . . . .

"This was just step one. We need to wrap our little pea brains, not you Brent, around what this means and get it straight."

Landon broke in, at this point. "Sonny's right. We need a plan."

I held up my hand. "Landon, we love ya dude but you got to let me have my say. You ran me off the cliff into this particularly empty air. Let me finish what I have to say . . . and do, before you try to add to the confusion." I stopped, looking Landon in the eye. I had not challenged him very often but this time, I felt I had to and was ready to. Annie the ace and her holes were up in the car.

Landon stared at me for a moment, the vein on the side of his forehead bulged for a moment. His skin flushed but finally he nodded and looked down.

"Thanks. Listen guys, this is just the first step. Landon said 'airtight' and that is the goal but we may not get that. We have got to recognize that none of us want to take this from anyone. None of us are going to abuse what we now know about our mothers. What we want, more than anything, is for them to want us. We want them to think that taking us is a good idea, that it will be exciting and fun. My mother . . . " I gulped ". . . my mom . . . my mom is more sexually open than any of us realized, particularly me. I daresay, I have discovered this is true about each of the MILFs. But 'sexually open' does not mean 'open for business'. No one is going to get far if they run home and grab a MILF tit or run their hand up between her legs while she is bending over getting dishes out of the dishwasher. You will get clocked with a plate."

Everyone chuckled.

Now for the important point. "And you will deserve to. Just because they fucked me, does not mean they will fuck you." I paused to let that sink in. "I have been unbelievably lucky. So lucky, it seems stupid to mess it up by pursuing the matter. But I am going to. At the moment, they may think that I am their secret love but I am not. Some know that is not right, they know that I have been with other women. One of the best things we have going for us is that no one should be confused. We are not going to be the long term solution to anything for our mothers. Or them for us, when it comes to sex. This is a fantasy and fantasies are good once but after that, reality resumes. But reality is not this single thing that is predictable and consistent."

"Shit, Sonny. You are talking like Brent now. Get to the point!" Sammy said. "I'm hungry."

Deep inside, I grinned. "Things are either going to work out, or they won't. We have to agree to two things, first we will try and second that we will not push."

Sammy bumped his hips forward. "Like hell! I'm going to push plenty!"

We all chuckled but it was not the nervous laugh of before. It was a thoughtful, contemplative response.

"What happens next needs to be organic, natural, easy. The MILFs on the List are not 'sure things'. The problem with a sure thing is that we do not respect them. Lack of respect means two things. First, it means we do not pay attention to what they want. Second, it means we take what we want. Neither will work with these particular MILFs. I am suggesting that while we all agree the goal is to make our MILFs airtight, the method we must agree to use is to discover their deepest sexual need and satisfy that. Then it is a simple trade; what she wants for what we want."

I paused. "Women, I think, are surprisingly easily to get along with. To read about the past, women had lots of sex, got pregnant a lot with the craziest ideas many of which excluded their pleasure, their orgasm, their reaction or their involvement in any meaningful way. Today, women have the just expectation that they get theirs from time to time. I suggest that the method we agree to use to get our MILFs airtight, is to give them what they want first."

"And to do that, we have to figure out what they want." Brent said, looking around.

I thought this was good time to clear the air a little. "Just so you all know, Brent has already had my mother." I looked at Chris, "and your mother, Chris."

Everyone looked at Brent and his face turned beet red.

"Not his doing, not his fault. I did it. I had the right situation to introduce the idea of sharing the wealth to Laura and mom and I did it. Now, here is the good thing, at least for you lazy fucks. I have had the MILFs. Discovering their fantasies, discovering their sexual shopping list is going to fall to me. I am not saying you can't, I just think I have the best avenue to discovering it. I am not going to lie to your mothers. If they ask what is going on, I will tell them. I will tell them we want them and how we want them, naked and airtight. But I want that idea to come off my tongue when they are most liable to think it is a sexy, good and reasonable idea. If you let me, I think I can share the MILF list with each of you."

Brent, bless his heart, nodded vigorously. "I can vouch for that. Sonny shares. Geez, you have no idea!"

The other guys stared at him. Brent looked up at them and grinned, then sobered. "Sorry, Sonny."

I shook my head. "My point here, is that we need to be smart about this. This is like having a girl friend . . . "

"Like you would know." Sammy muttered.

". . . you do not just tear off her clothes and try to fuck her. Usually. The best sex is when they are into it. The best sex is when everyone has a good time." I looked around the room, meeting everyone's eyes till they looked away.

Brent spoke up. "In the nineteenth century, people thought a woman's orgasm made a happier baby. They thought depression or 'melancholia' as they called it in a person, was caused by boring, normal, mechanical and unfulfilling sex before the baby even saw the light of day. Of course, not everyone thought this but some did."

"Thanks, Brent. You are so full of helpful information." Landon said drily but with a smile.

"Orgasms make for happy babies?" Chris said wonderingly, his eyes wide. "That makes a lot of sense."

"No, Chris . . . forget it!" Landon said, shooting Brent a glare who smirked and shrugged.

The mood had lightened. I breathed deep relief. "My idea is simple. We investigate if we can give our mother's mind blowing sex. In the process, we get a safe place to get in contact with our inner perv and figure out what actually makes us tick. Sexually, I mean. I think the rest is a hopeless cause."

"We are not getting existential." Brent said by way of elucidation.

"Shut up, Brent." Landon said. Only he could have said it the way he said it such that Brent looked proud of the attention AND shut up.

"I thought about Brent and how he would put everything into a spreadsheet and schedule Chris with Kyla's ass on Thursday and Landon with Laura's pussy on Saturday."

"What about me? I get your mom's tits on Sunday, Sonny!" Sammy chortled. No one ever told Sammy to shut up. It would be like telling the rest of us to stop breathing.

I continued. "I thought about that but how would you feel if bunch of girls decided to schedule you for pussy diving three times a week and passed you around like a . . . like a . . . "

"Dildo, I think is the word you are looking for, Sonny." Landon said drily.

In that moment, I got the feeling that Landon had already thought