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I slept till the house was quiet Saturday morning. Dalia and Tawny got home around midnight and roused me and they were up with Georgia around 9 and gone by 10. Around 11 I got up, pulled on running shorts and a tee and padded downstairs. As I passed through the living room, I could see my mother sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of joe. She glanced over and spied me. Knowing, it was a risk, I went right to her and kissed her on the lips, a long, lingering closed-mouth kiss. Her hand caressed my face and my cock stirred.

I stood up, gazing down at her. Her breasts heaved under her robe. I stared at the large hickey on the side of her neck and wondered if my sisters, my other two sisters had noticed it. She stared up at me for a moment before asking, "Are you hungry?"

What a question? But something about her manner cautioned me. She was sober, not ebullient; preoccupied, not passionate. "Starved. What have we got?" I said, opting for the most mundane response though my cock was stirring.

Mom set down her coffee and got up. "I'll fix you something. Sit down." It was a command and I obeyed, unwilling to challenge that right she still possessed. I realized at that moment, that this command was what we were going to ask our mother's to trade us, in exchange for becoming our sex goddesses. Interesting challenge.

Mom fixed eggs, bacon, toast and orange juice. I ate heartily, trying to ignore my mother's scrutiny. I sat back, half sated. I met her eyes but said nothing.

"We need to talk." Mom said softly.

I felt the urge to ask about second thoughts, my first fear. Instead I just nodded. My mother's first words elated me.

"We must be smart about this." She said.

I nodded and despite my initial caution, my cock hardened. I wanted her again. The need welled up inside me like a geyser, swelling and pressuring me. I resisted the urge to dominate her and take her on the table, a reoccurring theme with me, it seemed.

"I want to tell you to leave Georgia alone." She grimaced. "I have tried that with her though, and you can see that has gotten me nowhere. She was so insistent last night and I thought you would not be home till midnight or so."

"What is going on with you two? I was totally surprised by . . . "

Mother interrupted me with a raised hand. "I will tell you everything, eventually. Suffice to say that I have seduced all of my daughters."

I was floored, again. Mom fucked Tawny and Dalia, both? Too! My head filled with questions.

Mom looked at the table. "I want to tell you that we have to stop, to step back. But I can't. My god, Sonny, when you fucked me I came like I never remember coming. I woke early this morning and all I wanted to do was sneak into your room and suck your cock and mount you! And Georgia, she loved having you fuck her too. I could tell. After you left, she asked me if I thought you would do her again. I said you would, hoped you would. There is just no way I can imagine controlling this so the girls do not learn what is happening." My mother stared at the table. "So I think you should plan on moving out."

I felt like I had been kicked in the chest. I felt rejected. It was worse than having her insist that we should not be doing it together and we had to quit. This suggested that she would do it with me but wanted to make it much more difficult. Worse, I could have her, but only on her terms. This was not going to work. I stared at the table where her finger was drawing invisible, nonsense pictures. My mind was numb but then the feeling returned which I had when Landon first talked about our MILFs; all or nothing.

My mother reached across the table and laid a hand on mine. "I am sorry, honey! We cannot have a house with one cock and four pussies. You'll fuck them all. And we'll let you. God, it was so sexy having my two c***dren naked with me in my bed. I loved watching you and Georgia last night. I was breathless and thrilled. Now I am breathless and scared. If you stay, you'll fuck Dalia and Tawny."

"Well you did. Why shouldn't I?" I could not restrain the bitter retort. I looked up to find my mother's sad eyes on me.

She nodded. "I know. I know. I have no right to lecture you but what happens if someone finds out? It might be fine with us but you know the rest of the world is not going to accept it. My worry is that I simply cannot resist you! I will not stop you. That is why I had sex with them but not you. I knew if you touched me I would be past caring about consequences."

I pulled my hand away and stood up. I looked down on my mother. She stared up at me. "When are the girls coming back?" I said.

My mother swallowed. "They will be gone all day. They plan to go to dinner and a movie after a day of shopping. I gave them money." The last sentence she whispered, her voice tapering off till the last word barely made a sound. It was an admission. She had me in the house to herself. She told me as much, insuring I knew the situation. She had cleaned the table before she sat down. My cock was hard. "So, I expect them sometime after 10 this evening." Mom whispered, her eyes full of guilt and anticipation.

I stood still, trying to think. I felt horrible but as a function of deep confusion struggling with passion, nothing else. I went to the sink and got a glass of water. I stood there, sorting through what raged in my mind. If I fucked her now, using her arrangement to my cock's advantage, she would establish her position as the one who decided when we fucked; how would follow and who would not be discussed again. That would never do. My cock wilted with that thought. I could not fuck her and maybe lose any chance of doing it all, everything we wanted. My cock positively shrank at that thought. Then it hit me, this was a MILF. I was about to bring her more cock than she ever had before, perhaps ever imagined though I had some reason to doubt that now. I turned back to her, finished the water and leaned on the sink.

"Mom, stand up." I said. It was a test, to see if she would. She did. "I know you think you are doing what needs to be done. You have done that all your life, taking care of us. Take off the robe."

My mother hesitated, then slowly pulled the sash loose and shrugged the robe from her shoulders. She wore only panties, her breasts were bare, tall and proud on her chest, her nipples were hard and erect. She waited.

"If you insist that I leave, this is your house and you can do that, I suppose, but if you do, know that I am going to fuck my sisters, all of them, whenever I please . . . IF and only IF they want me too. I will fuck you, if and only if you want me to fuck you. Do you want me to fuck you now?" My heart thundered in my head. Mother stared at me, her hands dangling at her sides. Then she wiped her palms on her thighs, then moved them up to her sides and thence to her breasts. She rubbed her breasts and her head bowed and her eyes closed. Mother groaned. She wanted that to be her answer.

I took two steps to stand before her, aching to touch her but needing her to agree to what was needed, what I needed to turn her over to my friends for her unparalleled pleasure. I put a finger under her chin and lifted it, her eyes automatically came open as her chin rose. "I asked you a question." I murmured.

Her lips formed a small O as she exhaled. I held her chin up and her gaze. "I want you to fuck me." She said softly.

"Is that a command?" I asked.

Mom tried to shake her head but the pressure on her chin held her still. She spoke, "No. I want you to. I hope you will. Please. I am pleading with you. Please, Sonny, fuck me."

I put my other hand on her breast, massaging it for a moment before pinching the nipple. Mother moaned and then grunted, her eyes lidded. I was so tempted. My cock screamed for pussy, for her pussy. I knew if I spent the day inside my mother, my MILF cause would be seriously compromised. But I had an idea.

"Take off your panties and lie down on the table, face down." I almost chucked, the table again.

Mother moaned. My hands did not leave her. She finally forced herself away from them, slipped her panties off her hips and moved to the table. She lay down on it, reaching back to her hips and pulling them apart. My mother's pussy pursed behind her. Her asshole beckoned.

I pulled my shorts down, shuffled forward and touched the head of my cock against her pussy lips. I hissed, the feeling crashed through me. I was about to fuck my mother again. I pushed till my cock head penetrated her body. Mother exhaled. She shivered, then grunted and tried to move her body further onto my cock. But she had little leverage and there was only the movement from bending her knees. I grasped her hips and held her still.

"Say it." I said softly. "Say it, Mother." To encourage her, I pushed an inch deeper into her boiling cunt.

Her hips shuddered. Her hands released them. Mom moved her arms onto the table and used them to press back at me but I resisted the motion, shifting away from her while keeping my cock head tucked inside her.

"Say it, mother. Say you want me to fuck you."

She twisted on the table, trying to bend around to look at me but she was not Georgia. Such flexibility was no longer practical for her. She gave up and dropped flat on the table, panting with the effort. I could see her face, her cheek flat on the table. She closed her eyes. "Fuck me, Sonny. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me. I want your cock inside of me right now. Please make me come, Sonny. I want you to fuck me!" She was not acting, passion infused each phrase.

I withdrew my cock till it was just kissing her pussy lips and then slammed forward, thrusting into her body. I stopped about half a cock deep, pulled back and pumped again. I repeated the motion, three times before her pussy slicked enough. On the fourth stroke I slammed completely into her body.

"Oh, sweet Mary!" My mother moaned. "Oh god, fuck me!"

Rooted in her pussy, I stopped all motion. I leaned over her, levering my cock tightly into her. "Mother, I want you to get up and call Mrs. Wills. Invite her over, and seduce her. IF she is here when I return, I will fuck you. I will fuck her. I will watch you eat her." And I withdrew from her body. I pulled my shorts up and stepped back.

Mother turned and looked back at me, her face a mask of confusion, lust and frustration. "Where are you going? When will you be back?"

I ignored her. "Mrs. Wills, mother. Seduce her. Get her naked, like you had Georgia. Eat her pussy, like you ate Georgia. Keep her here till I return and we will fuck you together, the two of us." I as sure she thought she knew which two I referred to, but she didn't.

For a moment, she stared at me then fell back onto the table. I went quickly to my room and dressed. When I walked through the living room towards the front door, I saw she was on the phone. I smiled, elated.

Sitting in my car I called Brent. "Brent, we need to talk, are you home?" He was and I drove over to his house. Adrenaline pumped through me. I was still buzzing when I rang the doorbell. Mrs. Rossini opened the door. She wore a short tennis dress and tank top with an apron over it.

"Hi, Sonny!" She grinned at me. "Brent is in his room. I am making cookies, will you have lunch with us?"

I looked Mrs. Rossini right in the tits and smiled. "Sure, Mrs. Rossini." I stepped past her, though she did not move back to allow room. I did not shrink from the contact, brushing my elbow across her breasts as I passed. I am going to fuck you, I thought. I trotted back to Brent's room and banged through the door, flopping on his bed. He was at the computer, I could see he was doing homework.

"Hey Sonny, what's up?"

"I am here to fuck your mother." I panted. My cock was deflating but still active.

Brent swung around, his jaw set, his eyes were tense and dark. "What?" He snapped.

"I am going to go into the kitchen and fuck your mother, in a minute, when I catch my breath." I repeated. I do not know what I expected but I did not expect him to start giggling. Brent was always so serious, a giggle from him was about as congruous as seeing an elephant doing a tap dance. He would smile once in a blue moon but never, ever giggled. He giggled now.

"You did it? You really did it?" He nearly shouted. "Really? You would not shit a shitter, would you?"

I could not help but grin. "You have no idea, Brent, what my life has become!"

He stifled himself and leaned over the back of the computer chair. "You really fucked your own mother? REALLY!"

I nodded.

Brent slapped his thigh and whooped. "Then we are a go! MILF list here we come!"

I patted the air. "Be cool. Chill out. We have things to discuss. When I come back, I will have your mom's cunt juice on my cock." I sat up on the bed.

Brent sobered. "What? With me here? I don't know if that is such a good idea."

I smirked. "Just as I thought, when it comes time to confront it, you are chicken."

"No, I just think she, she would . . . " He trailed off. Brent was the smartest of us all. I am no slouch but he made me feel inferior most of the time. He was beginning to understand. He nodded, light was coming on. "For this to work, they are going to have to be comfortable with, being us, with being . . . " Brent stuttered.

"With us sharing them," I finished for him. "But I am the one they have fucked. I fear they are all thinking they were going to be fucking me, only me and I would only fuck them. I have to correct that, if they indeed think or hope that. I am going to have to be the one who changes that, adjusts them to take a cock in the pussy and one in the mouth at the same time. They need to learn to fuck with us watching, with other people observing them having orgasms on our cocks." I stopped to let that sink in. Then I smiled, "so I am going to need help. I only have one cock!" I grinned as I stood up. "Don't whack off while I am gone and do not leave your room till I get back. I'll explain everything." Maybe for the first time in my life I felt smarter than Brent because he stared at me, eyes wide and mouth open . . . and he had no objection, nearly no response.

"Wait, I have to take a piss." He scrambled out the door. I waited, nervous but calmer than I imagined I would be when I was rooted in my mother's pussy planning this moment. In the last couple months I had fucked five different women, on tables which seemed to be a theme with me but also in bedrooms and as I thought about it, I even got Mrs. Clark in a clothing store. I had changed. All this sexual success had changed me and for the better. While I was excited about the idea of fucking Mrs. Rossini, I was not worried about it. If she shot me down . . . well, I did not need to think about that. She would not do that. I would not let her. This was a step towards something much bigger. I was thinking of my mother on the phone with Mrs. Wills, would she go through with it? I already knew she munched pussy and liked it. But would she put the moves on her best friend? The friend she watched me fuck silly last week? If Mrs. Rossini fucked me, I halted the thought. She would fuck me, I thought. I grinned. I knew she would fuck me. I just knew it.

Brent broke my reverie with his return. I could see he had wood. "Show me your cock." I said. Brent looked like I had told him I was gay.

"What the fuck?" I said.

I shrugged. "If you are going to fuck my mother, I would like to see the meat you are going to use. If we are going to make these MILFs air tight, we are going to see each other's equipment. We need to get accustomed to it or we'll be nervous and if we are nervous, they'll probably crack up."

Brent, ever the rationalist, matched my shrug and took out his semi-hard cock. It was longer than mine by a cock head, I thought but about the same size otherwise, and curved where mine was rifle straight. He zipped up. "Well? Are you going to, to, you know?"

"Fuck her? Fuck your mother?" I said. I nodded. "Damn straight. You have to stay here. Get on SKYPE with someone and talk loud so if she checks she knows you are preoccupied." I stopped and looked him dead in the eye. "You better learn to say it."

He nodded and I stepped out of the room. I heard the wavering sound of a SKYPE connection and then a voice speaking German. Brent answered in German. I felt inferior again. English was tough enough for me and Brent could discuss biology in German. Fuck me!

I moved quietly up the hall to the living room. I could smell baking cookies. I also heard Mrs. Rossini talking and for a moment I thought she had company and I was out of luck. But then she crossed into my sight and hung up the phone, sitting it back in the wireless cradle to charge it before disappearing around the corner back into the kitchen. She did not notice me. Then silence. I kicked off my shoes and padded silently across the living room, down the two steps of the sunken part and up to the dining area of the wrap-around living area. I peeked around the corner just as the buzzer on the oven went off. Mrs. Rossini pulled out a steaming sheet of chocolate chip cookies and set them on the stovetop and replaced them with a new sheet. She reset the timer, 10 minutes. Then she picked up a bowl and took it to the sink and began rinsing it off for the dishwasher. Her tanned legs were beautiful beneath the white tennis skirt. Her dark brown hair contrasted with the white outfit. I hoped she was not heading out for tennis, if she was, I had just ten minutes.

I moved quickly, walking silently across the kitchen. The blower over the stove masked my approach. I put my hands on her waist.

Mrs. Rossini jumped. "Oh!"

"Hold still, Mrs. Rossini." I whispered. "Don't make a sound." Then I gently kissed her neck. My cock had hardened just crossing the kitchen, so now when I pulled her hips back against me, my hard cock greeted her.

"Oh, Sonny. What are you doing?"

I kissed the bridge of her neck. "What do you think I am doing?" I pushed my cock at her ass. She had not responded, yet so I did not know where I stood.

"Whatever it is, you should stop! Brent is . . . Brent is . . .?"

I kept kissing her neck, moving up to her ear, breathing gently into her ear before licking around it lightly. "Yes? What about Brent?" I did not want to change the subject. She had to fuck me with him down the hall. I was starting phase two, sharing.

"A . . . Brent, he is here. In his room. Did you see him?" Mrs. Rossini was panting a little now, bending her head away from my tongue.

So I kissed down her neck again. I lifted a hand to the strap of the white tank top and pulled it and the tight bra strap towards her shoulder, pulling up on the bra strap, making her breast move. My other hand wrapped around her waist, clutching her back against my body, against my hard, throbbing cock. Her hands grasped that arm but did not strain to move it, feeling more like she was holding it in place.

Mrs. Rossini was almost as tall as I was and in heels, taller. I kissed the spot where the straps had been on her shoulder and ran the tip of my tongue all the way back to her ear. "Brent is talking to some German guy. He said he would be a while." I whispered. I kissed the lobe of her ear, still not much reaction. Leaving the straps straining on the point of her shoulder, I pulled loose the bow tie of her yellow checkered apron. I moved both hands down to her bare legs and rubbed up her legs under her skirt.

"Oh, oh you have to stop! God, you are giving me the chills!" Hardly a ringing rejection!

I stroked her legs a few more times, pressing her body against the sink, making sure she could feel my hard cock. She was bending over the sink just like I wanted, pressing her ass against me, hands braced awkwardly on the back and side edges of the sink. I returned the pressure. When she was bent nearly 45 degrees, I abruptly moved my hands from her legs to her tummy and then after stroking it for a moment, cupped her breasts, under the apron, over the tank top and sports bra beneath it. Mrs. Rossini straightened immediately which released the pressure at her ass. I kissed the side of her neck again and began to inhale deeply, several times, being sure to blow on her neck or down the front of the tank top when I exhaled. I held her by her tits.

"Oh please, stop. Please . . . don't . . . stop." She gasped out.

"Mrs. Rossini, you smell wonderful. Are you going out to play tennis?" I had to know, so I asked; Mr. Direct.

"Oh, no. Mrs. Chisom cancelled. Oh, I was but not, not, not now. Oh!" She peeped when I kissed her neck. "Sonny, I am so flattered but you must release me."

Her voice had some conviction but less than it took to convince me I should obey. I continued to massage her breasts, while breathing by her ear and keeping my cock pressed against her pliant ass.

"Oh, oh Sonny, that feels sooo good!" Mrs. Rossini muttered. "You shouldn't be doing this."

"Do you want me do something else?" I asked.

"You should, yes."

I moved my hands from her breasts back down to her legs, to the sides of her legs. I swept both hands under the tennis skirt and found a pair of bikini panties. Curious, I always figured these outfits were a single piece. I began to massage her thighs and hips, moving my fingers farther and farther to the front and the back. Mrs. Rossini edged away from the sink to give my hands room. I felt the first strands of pubic hair.

The buzzer rang.

"Sonny, my cookies!"

I released her, managing to press one hand lower into her crotch before I stepped away. I backed to the refrigerator and watched her remove the sheet of cookies from the oven, turn it off and set the cookies on the stove beside the other sheet. Without turning around, she removed the loose apron, pulling it over her head and tossing it on the counter. When she turned around, she looked scared. She picked up a spoon and took it to the sink. For a moment she stood still then turned and looked at me, hands at her sides, waiting. I moved into her arms and was kissing her before she said anything. Her hands rose and caught each shoulder and pressed so feebly I did not even hesitate. Then they were holding onto my shoulder then pulling at me, pulling at each shoulder as our lips writhed together. My hands rested at her waist, resting lightly on her tennis skirt, on her hips.

Mrs. Rossini leaned out of the kiss. "We really should not be doing this. We shouldn't!" She whispered. Her eyes, however, were full of questions and suddenly it seemed like she was asking me. Till that moment, I had left my hands easily on her hips. While she looked at me, her eyes darted back and forth from eye to eye then down to my lips—when she looked at my lips, she would lick hers.

Mrs. Rossini's eyes closed. "Oh god, Sonny. You really have to stop. You cannot be doing this. Really. You have to stop!" My hands both pulled at the tight white tank top till it came free of the skirt. My eager hands slipped under the cloth, touching her bare skin. Her hips snapped forward, thrusting at me. Her first definite reaction, caused by my hands on her skin, Mrs. Rossini sighed. "What if we get caught?" She whispered.

I kissed her again but her lips did not move. I knew I needed definite action. I gripped the tank top at the bottom and pulled it up. As if by magic, Mrs. Rossini's arms went up, like I was a bandit or something and this was a hold up. I had only planned to pull it above her tits but since she raised her arms, I obliged her by pulling it over her head. I tossed it on the floor.

"Sonny, now I mean it." She said, but her arms fluttered down to lay across my shoulders, one hand toyed with my hair. Her eyes still flitted around. "We should not be doing this? Brent might come out at any time." I unhooked the skirt and let it drop. She let me, stepping out of it and kicking it away from us.

I tried to back up just to check if she would let me but her hands found a hold on my back so we separated only a little. She was not letting go. My hands were resting on her bare sides, stroking down her hips to her thighs and back up to her ribs. I moved them to her stomach and up to her huge Italian breasts. Her eyes closed. I massaged them for a few moments through the bra before I moved one hand up to her shoulder and pulled one strap to the side continuing to massage the other breast with the other hand. I kissed her on the neck. Mrs. Rossini moaned. I kissed along behind the creeping bra strap on one side till it went lax and drifted down her arm. As the strap moved, her arm on that side moved too, first to my face at her neck, down over my chest to my side to the bottom of my tee and under it, pressing her elbow against her side as she laid her hand against my bare skin. I shivered and kissed down her chest. Mrs. Rossini leaned back, helping the angle. My lips traced a drunken track down her skin. My one hand rubbed at her other breast while the other pulled at the loose strap. By the time my lips reached the ridge of the sports bra, the front of it was peeled down a ways.

I moved my hand to the cup and peeled the bra down till her nipple came into view. I immediately licked and kissed around it, up and down the swell of her gorgeous breast. Her eyes were glazed and her body seemed to be on auto pilot or pleasure pilot, if that is not too clever. I did this for several minutes during which Mrs. Rossini's hips began a rhythmic thrusting I am not even sure she realized her body was doing. This was quite a physical accomplishment since she was bent far over the sink with her back arched, presenting her breast to my lips. She kept shifting her body, trying to move her nipple to my lips but I avoided that contact. I kissed down the side of one boob and up the side of the other, covered breast, while that thumb found and rubbed that covered nipple. I sucked hard at the side of her breast, placing a hickey in clear view. Finally, Mrs. Rossini groaned. I kissed back to the other breast licking the aureole. She shivered.

"Kiss it, Sonny. Kiss it. Suck it. Oh, please suck my nipple for me!" I thought about teasing her but remembered the rest of my plan. I did not have all day to spend fucking Mrs. Rossini. Nor did I know how obedient Brent would be. So I licked her nipple. I kissed her nipple. I fit my lips over her nipple and sucked her nipple with my lips, opened my mouth and sucked at her whole breast, sucking it deep then running my tongue over the trapped flesh. Mrs. Rossini quivered, her hands moved down to the edge of the counter, steadying herself as she pressed her breast to my lips. Her hips were thrusting at my crotch at regular intervals. She began to thrust and grind, seeking more, other satisfaction than my lips on her nipples. I pulled back and she sighed.

I put my arms around her, looming over her bent body. She was much more flexible than my mother was. I kissed her and now her mouth opened, her tongue licked my lips, great slurping swipes which tingled and aroused me. Something about the motion of her tongue ran through my body to the end of my cock. I should have known what was happening but I was thinking about the catch on her bra. I found it and released it. On the one side, the cup fell away from her breast. The other, with the strap still in place, remained covered. I stood back from her and pulled the loose bra off her arms. They stretched before her. I dropped the bra on the floor.

"Are you sure Brent will not come out here?" Mrs. Rossini asked in a little voice. I bent to the breast newly revealed but recently stimulated and licked it, to each side, above and below the nipple. Mrs. Rossini groaned deep in her chest, making both breasts shake. I fit her nipple to my lips and sucked, hard, giving her a feel of my teeth. Her whole body flinched, her hips pounded against me. She tried to stand but I had the leverage and did not let her up, her head almost touched the window ledge. The kitchen window looked out onto the walk leading to the front door. If someone approached I would see them and if they were tall enough, they might see Mrs. Rossini's astounding tits as she lay back over the sink. I stepped away from her and if her hands had not been bracing her on the counter's edge, she might have fallen. I hooked thumbs on the string of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She pressed her legs together till the panties dropped down her calves, to her ankles. She lifted one foot but left the panties around the other ankle.

"Sonny, do you know what you are doing? This is not right. Brent is just down the hall." Mrs. Rossini's voice had regained some of its original authority. I did not care and in a moment, neither would she. I opened my shorts. She tried to bend forward to see but I pressed one hand against her breast and massaged it. She stilled, all motion gone and her eyes closed. With one hand, I released my cock. I used that hand to stroke her pubic hair, then fingered her cleft.

"I cannot believe you are doing this, Sonny. I cannot believe this is happening. I feel so, so aroused. If you try to fuck me, I am afraid I cannot stop you, I will not stop you. Oh Sonny, if you put your cock inside of me, I may faint. I may scream with ecstasy. Sonny, we cannot, we should not, we must not, ohhhhh fuck!" I stabbed her pussy with my cock, thrusting as deep into her as I could in one stroke which turned out to be two or three inches. Her pussy was hot and tight! Mrs. Rossini grunted and one foot rose up and stroked along the back of my leg. I moved both hands to her ass and adjusted her position on the edge of the sink. She lay back, bracing herself on her hands on the back and side of the double sink. Then I pressed and she pressed and my cock sank, ever so slowly into her tight, clutching snatch.

"You are sliding you cock into me, Sonny." Mrs. Rossini spoke with a strained voice. "I can feel your cock in my pussy. You are hard and big and you are shoving it into me, piercing me, oh you are fucking meeee!" Mrs. Rossini moaned as another inch of cock entered her. She lifted her ass, perching her hip bones on the edge. I straightened my legs and shoved again, hands at her waist, pulling and balancing. My cock sank further into her. She grunted, her hips snapped forward and my cock knifed deeper. I moved my hands from her waist, up her back to her breasts. She was looking at me, her head cocked forward, nearly vertical over her reclining torso.

"Are you going to fuck me, Sonny? Is that your cock you are shoving into me, into my cunt? Are you taking me right here in my own kitchen, at my own sink? Am I giving you permission to fuck me in my own house with my son in his room?"

As an answer, I pulled my hips back and slapped them forward, slicing into her increasingly slick cunt. Her eyes closed and her head snapped back for a moment but then they opened and she was again staring at me, licking her lips. I was ready to come. I pulled out of her and she sighed, her eyes opened and she looked askance at me. "No. No, don't tease me. Put it back, please, Sonny don't stop!" I felt between her cheeks till I found her entrance again and tucked the head of my cock into her body and shoved. Her ass met me half way and my dick lodged itself deep in her pussy. Mrs. Rossini groaned. I groaned.

"Oh Sonny, are you fucking me? Is that your cock so very deep in my pussy? God, I am about to come. Fuck me hard and fast and I will scream. No, you better not fuck me hard or fuck me deep, Brent might hear me screaming my fool head off when I come!"

I began to fuck her hard and deep. Mrs. Rossini began to scream, a choked wail as she struggled to be quiet. I grabbed her tits and pulled them, rubbed them and used them to help me pound her with my cock while she braced herself back on the counter. Her body arched but her ass as her main point of support remained in place, a sitting target for my pistoning cock. Her legs wrapped around me and that motion set me off. I wanted to come, hard, slashing into her with long deep strokes. That wonderful pleasure was close. Mrs. Rossini's voice shrieked, a scream that was cut off by her hand over her mouth. She moved it.

"Kiss me, Sonny, oh kiss me hard or he will hear. But don't stop!" Mrs. Rossini said in a tight, grunting voice. I leaned as far towards her as I could and our lips meet, our open mouths sucked together and she tilted onto one cheek and moved the other hand to grasp my neck. I redoubled the force I used on her pussy, my hands were now at her waist, controlling her body and balancing us against the sink. She screamed into my mouth, a sort of muffled squeal. Then my orgasm found and toppled me. I began the short staccato pounding. Mrs. Rossini's legs lifted and locked me in place and her hand dropped from my neck again so she had leverage. She then flapped her ass at me, piercing herself on my cock while it spurted semen deep into her love canal. My jerking body slowed, stopped. I sagged. She broke the kiss and slumped. I pulled my cock free and quickly dressed, panting, gasping.

Mrs. Rossini watched me dress with lidded, glazed eyes. She struggled to her feet. Spunk ran down her legs. I scooped up some with my finger and held it before her lips. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and waited. I inserted my finger and she sucked on it, hard. When the finger was clean, she released it. She smiled at me. "That is a sample of what else I like to do." She whispered. Then she kissed me hard on the lips. "You better go, Brent is going to wonder where the hell you are." I nodded, finishing the kiss. I stroked both breasts and backed away. I finished dressing, being sure to leave plenty of her juice smeared on my cock. I had a mouth I wanted to feed it to. I left Mrs. Rossini standing at the sink, stark naked, panting, a hickey on the inside of one breast and cum sluicing down her thighs.

I walked unsteadily back to Brent's room. I opened the door. Brent, bless his heart was still jabbering in German. Mr. Concentration, Mr. Focus! I wondered if he forgot I was in the kitchen fucking his mom.

He clicked off the SKYPE session and turned around, his face a mask of eager inquiry. No, he had not forgotten. I could see he had plenty of wood. "Well? Well? Did you fuck her?"

I was out of breath. I flopped on my back on the bed.

"Sonny! Dammit . . . shit, you fucked her didn't you? Right there in the kitchen? Oh god, I should have . . ." he stopped. "You did fuck her, right?"

I lifted my head, recovering from the recent orgasm, still organizing my thoughts. "Do you see any cookies?" I said.

Brent looked around. Sometimes, for a smart guy, he could be a little dense. Then he nodded and the light went on. "You really did? Really? You fucked my mom? Jesus. Jesus. It is real now, right?"

I sat up. "Your turn."

Brent's head whipped around so he could stare at me. "My turn? My turn! What do you mean, 'my turn'? You want me to go fuck my mom? I don't know if I am ready for that!"

I shook my head, then shrugged. "You can try but I doubt she is ready for that. I meant it was your turn to fuck my mom. I think this is a good thing, maybe better than a good thing." I glanced at the clock. Three-thirty. We had time but we had to go. If Mrs. Wills visited, she may not stay. I was not telling Brent about her in case she did not show. I'd let it be a surprise. I stood up. "You ready?"

Brent turned off the monitor of his computer then turned it back on. "I have one process I want to start. He focused on the keyboard, thinking.

I reached around him and turned off the monitor. "Forget it. Don't be a dork! Mom is waiting to fuck you. Us. This is the next step to air tight."

Brent stared at the keyboard, till I opened his door. He got up and followed me. We walked into the living room together.

"Hey Brent, go on out to the car. I'll grab some cookies. Your mom's are the best!" He went to the door while I looped the other way into the kitchen through the dining room. If Brent was tuned in, he would see something he had not seen before.

Mrs. Rossini was standing with her back to the sink when I came into the kitchen. Her face was a mixture of terror and passion; eyes wide, cheeks flushed. She had not put the bra on, or the apron. Her huge breasts pressed against the tank top, the little nubs of her nipples, clearly visible. The cute, white tennis skirt was in place. As soon as I heard the front door open, I stepped up to her, put my arm around her waist, ran the other hand under the shirt to her breast and kissed her. Her mouth was open and she sucked my lips against hers. I pinched her nipple, hard and Mrs. Rossini gasped into my mouth. She had her hands up like she was in a holdup, upper arms straight out and forearms up. Her hands did not move while I kissed her. I opened my eyes and right on time, there was Brent staring in the window. I flipped her skirt up and squeezed her ass, then pulled the shirt up and bent to kiss her breast.

"Would . . . ah, ah, ah . . . you like to . . . ah, ah, ah . . . take some cookies . . . with you?" Mrs. Rossini panted while my tongue lashed her nipple. I moved to one side and kissed her heavily on the mouth again while I ran my hand between her legs, finding no panties. I penetrated her with a finger and then fed it to her while I sucked on her neck. She sucked and licked the juice off my finger. I grabbed a handful of cookies and put my face close to hers.

"Mrs. Rossini, I want to fuck you on a bed next time."

Mrs. Rossini just nodded, her eyes wide, her mouth slack, her hands still up in the air.

I bolted out of the house, hoping that Brent was around the corner of the garage before she turned around. He was. I stopped there to look back. Mrs. Rossini stood there at the kitchen window staring at me. She smiled then, and pulled her shirt up and showed me her tits. I was cackling like a crazy man when I jumped into the car and fired it up.

"Jesus, Sonny. I thought you were going to **** her again!"

I shot him a serious look. "Not ****, Brent. Don't ever say that. She gave as good as she got."

"Yeah, sorry. But Jesus, Sonny, I thought you were going to fuck her again right there."

"I know. Next time you will be right there." We rode in silence till we neared my house, I knew I had to say something. "But listen, I got a problem. My mom wants me to move out. What do you think? Better to be out of the house or not?"

Brent glanced over at me. He shook his head. "Man, that's tough. If you move out, maybe we have a place where we can do the MILFs. On the other hand, you are out of your house. Let me think about it. We'll figure out something." He nodded, clapping me on the shoulder.

We turned onto my street. I could see Laura's car parked on the street in front of my house. I started to get hard again. I think the more sex you get the more you want. I slowed way down. "Brent, I am going to have you fuck my mother tonight but see that car? That means Mrs. Wills is there. If we can fuck them both, we will but we only have four or five hours before my sisters are due to come home. Understand that I needed someone to fuck Mom so she understands there is more than just my cock in her future. She needs to be the pussy, not the mother. We are going to have to help each of them make that conversion but if my mom can do it, everyone can. I am pretty sure about that. This one time, though, I want you to follow my lead, do what I tell you. If I leave the room, except to piss or get something, it means you are on your own with whomever I leave behind. Is that all okay?"

Brent nodded. "Sure. Sounds fine. You know what is going on." Brent rubbed his cock through his shorts. "God, I am so hard. If I don't fuck something or rub it off soon it might split like a banana in the microwave."

I glanced over at him. "You saying you put a banana in the micro?"

Brent just shrugged and grinned.

I pulled into the drive way and shut off the car. "Close the doors quietly, I want to catch them."

"Catch them?"

I got out of the car and eased the door closed. I forgot that Brent did not know my mother had lots of experience in pussy licking. "I hope they will be in bed together."

Brent stopped and grabbed my arm. "You mean? You mean they are going to be eating each other?"

I grinned, "One way or another. Let's go see what we find." I quietly opened the front door and closed it behind Brent. I listened. Then I heard it, the faint staccato grunting, the uninhibited gasping of a woman approaching ecstasy. I kicked off my shoes, quietly. Brent followed suit. I tiptoed to the stairs and ascended, skipping the fourth last which Brent noticed and mimicked. The sound grew louder. I turned the corner to approach my mother's room. Her door was open and the sound clearly came from there. Just like last night, I eased my way up to the door.

"Unngghhh, unngghhh, unnnggggggghhhhhhh." I peeked around the edge of the door and saw Mrs. Wills sitting on my mother's face, grunting as she ground her pussy down onto the lips and tongue giving pleasure below her. She was leaning on her hands, rocking her hips, arching her back, her head bowed in concentration between her arms.

I turned back to Brent. "Wait here, listen, don't waste your wood. I think we will need it. You'll know when to join in." Brent nodded. I could see he was hard. With that, I slipped inside. The first thing I heard confused me. Underneath Laura's moaning and grunting, I heard buzzing. I glanced at the bed, at the naked body underneath Laura's rocking body and got a shock. The hips were narrow and I could plainly see a bush, black hair in a matted, unruly mess. The tits were smaller, flatter with longer nipples than I expected. I gulped, certain something was amiss. It was not my mother eating Mrs. Wills!

I looked towards the buzzing, understanding it did not come from the bed. I found my mother, she was slumped in the lounge by the bathroom door, with a buzzing dildo shoved deep into her pussy, her head was back and her eyes were closed. Something about looking at someone alerts them. Her eyes opened. Her eyes widened. She pulled the dildo from her pussy and stood up, finger to her lips. She padded over to me, naked and pulled me into the bathroom. Once out of the way, she shouted, "be back in a moment, girls," and closed the door. No one responded.

Before I could say anything, she covered my mouth with hers. Her kiss ignited me and my cock flexed against her naked body. I tore my lips away from her. "Who the fuck is that?" I asked.

"I need cock. Will you fuck me?" She started to kneel, her hands were shaking. "Christ, I have been watching those two for an hour and a half and I am half crazy!"

I could see that. I pulled her back to standing. "Mother, who is eating Laura?"

"Oh, that is Anne, Mrs. Kingston. She caught Laura leaving and told her she knew she was fucking you. She said she was going to tell everyone. Laura insisted that she had discussed it with me but Anne did not believe her so Laura brought her here." She looked down and smiled. "We sort of seduced her. I figured if you wanted to fuck us both, three would be no problem." Mom smiled at me and began to rub my rising cock. "I made a deal with her. I told her it was the same deal I made with Laura."

"Deal?" I questioned. "What deal?"

"You fuck her while I watch. But she is Chinese, loves to negotiate!"

"What does that mean?" I pressed.

Mom kissed me on the lips. "She wants your cock, and Chris' cock, that was Laura's contribution but she wants to watch you fuck me and Chris fuck Laura. And she gets you both! If we do that, she shuts up. Laura insisted that Annie had to eat her till you got back, though. Anne has learned a lot in a couple hours about sucking pussy and Laura has learned to enjoy it. What took you so long?" Mom laughed. "Go fuck her so you can fuck me."

Once again, I felt the MILF list getting out of our control, my control. I had a thought and went with it. I opened the door and strode into the room, not quietly. Laura's head lifted, she looked like she was three sheets to the wind, her eyes were dull, her lips wet and limpid. "Hi, Sonny. Thank god you are here. If I come again I'll pass out." Laura tried to pull her body off the woman's face but Mrs. Kingston would not let her go, her hands gripped the hips rubbing against her face, pulling them violently downwards. "Oh god, commmiiinnng againnnnnn!" Laura shouted and her body began to shake. She sat down on Mrs. Kingston's face, grinding her pussy. Anne put a hand down to her own pussy and began to rub.

"Fuck her, Sonny. I promised. Then me." Mom hissed beside me. She reached around and started unbuttoning my shorts. I let her, her bare tits massaged my back. She pulled my shorts and briefs down to my ankles. I stepped out of them. I pulled off my shirt. On the bed, Laura Wills was tottering and she fell over onto the bed. Mrs. Kingston's head came up, one hand furiously rubbed her pussy and the other found her breast and began to massage it, pinching the nipple. Then she saw me.

I wanted someone to taste pussy on my cock so I could not fuck her right away. I had hoped to get Mrs. Wills tonsils on my cock but she seemed spent. I put a hand on Mom's shoulder and pressed. She glanced at Mrs. Kingston then at me and got to her knees, her ass flaring below her. God but she was sexy. I positioned her so that Anne could see my cock with Mom in profile. Mom leaned forward and kissed the end of my cock. She pulled back and looked up at me. I grasped her head but did not force her. Her tongue snaked out and she licked around the head. She smacked her lips and sucked on the head, taking it further into her mouth. She pulled back.

"Someone has been a nasty boy. Who did you fuck, Sonny?"

"Mrs. Rossini." I said without thinking.

Mom's response was to open her mouth and suck my cock deep into her mouth and then swallow it deeper. The feeling of her mouth on my cock shook me. Mrs. Kingston, however, gasped. Laura sat up beyond her, looking bewildered and cum drunk. She looked at me and then watched my mother suck my cock, trying furiously to focus her eyes. She put a hand on Mrs. Kingston's breast and stroked it. Mrs. Kingston fell back to the bed, but kept her head turned, watching my mother suck me, her own hands busy.

I pulled Mom off my cock, she did not release her mouth from my cock willingly. She started to rise but I pushed her back to her knees. "Stay there," I muttered. I went to the door and gestured Brent into the room. I pulled him by the elbow to stand before Mom. She registered shock. "Suck him, Mother, while I fuck Mrs. Kingston." When she did not move but gaped at me, I said, "I fucked his mom, the least you can do is blow him." I went to the bed. Anne Kingston watched me like a cat stalking a mouse, a pussy stalking a cock. Her eyes were wide but never left my cock. Her hands worked, rubbing her bushy cunt and one breast while Laura stroked the other. I crawled over her leg and she spread them to give me room. She withdrew her hand, laying both arms above her head. I stroked the wild hair at her pussy and her hips rose to meet my caress. A sigh escaped her thick lips. I found the lips of her pussy and ran a finger between them, feeling the liquid pooling there. Her lean legs glistened with her juice. I directed my cock to the wet spot and shoved.

"Aaaaiiiiiaaahhhh!" Mrs. Kingston screamed as my cock plunged the entire length of her very wet, very tight pussy, about half a cock length. When I was seated in her body, I stopped. She looked at me, her expression a mixture of horror and lust. Her hips bound off the bed, sucking the cock in her body deeper. I glanced at Brent and Mom.

My mother knelt before him staring at me while I shoved my cock into Mrs. Kingston. Brent was watching me, he wiped his hand the sides of his shorts, his cock clearly visible in profile. When Mom noticed me looking at her, she smiled and turned her eyes to the cock before her. She unbuttoned Brent's shorts and unzipped them. She ran a hand over his underwear coated cock and it flinched. She pursed her lips.

I glanced down at Mrs. Kingston, she was watching them too. I caught Mrs. Wills' eyes and she smiled at me and bent to kiss Annie's breast. Annie writhed beneath the kiss but did not turn her head. Her body rippled and I felt the contraction on my cock. I pulled back and pushed back into her. Annie grunted when I hit bottom. Her legs lifted beside me, coiling around me as I sat between her legs, pulling at me, trying to tip me over onto her. Anne watched my mother on her knees, stroking Brent's cloth-covered cock.

Brent's shorts dropped to the floor. Brent stripped off his shirt. Mother took hold of the waist band of his briefs with a forefinger and thumb of each hand and slowly began to peel them down, pulling them out and over Brent's semi-erect cock. It slanted to the side, the head well out of sight around the far side of his body. I watched Mother's eyes as the cock came into view.

"Oh, your friend big boy!" Mrs. Kingston hissed. "I fuck him too!" She giggled then. "Fuck me, now, Sonny, then you fuck Mommy! I want see you fuck own mother. Make you Mother Fucker." She hunched her pussy up at me and clinched with her considerable internal muscles. The feeling swamped me and I fell forward, planting my hands by her shoulders. I pulled back.

"Did you hear what Sonny said, Brent?" My mother asked.

I looked over and saw Brent's cock flop forward. My mother caught it in one hand and kissed the end. It curved up so she had to pull it lower. She licked the end.

Brent was nodding but Mom was not watching. She stopped licking and pulled back, looking up at him. Brent cleared his throat. "Yeah, he fucked my Mom." He said, his voice hoarse, raspy.

"So, you thought it was your turn?"

"To fuck his mom, to fuck you?" Brent nodded. "Seems fair, right?" Mother did not answer but sucked his cock into her mouth and began to give it her full attention. Brent groaned.

"Kiss her, Sonny." Laura whispered beside me but instead of letting me, she leaned over the Chinese woman and licked her cheek and then kissed her full on the mouth. Annie's eyes widened, staring into mine as Laura soul kissed her. Annie's hips jerked, her legs lifted and she wound them around me, locking her ankles in the small of my back. Laura pulled back and I replaced her. I reached up and grasped Mrs. Kingston by the wrists and stretched her body beneath me while my lips kissed her, lifting my hips as I loomed over her then pounding down into her. She bucked under me. She broke the kiss with a groan as I bottomed out in her taut pussy and looked towards my mother and Brent. His cock was about two thirds sunk into my beautiful mother's mouth. Her long black hair covered her laboring shoulders and her huge tits rubbed against Brent's bare legs as she fought to get the monster cock into her mouth and throat. Brent had one hand on the back of mom's head and the other on a shoulder. She was slowly coming off his cock, leaving it glistening, huge and hard.

Mrs. Kingston fought against me, releasing her legs. "Let go. Fuck Blondie, then fuck Mommy. I want big cock!" She pulled her arms free and pushed at my chest. Her feet got under me and she lifted me off and out of her body. I got off of her, wondering what we had gotten into by letting this hellion into the mix. Laura rolled onto her back, opening her legs. I stood beside the bed till Mrs. Kingston, who was staring at me, flung a hand at me, pointing at mother. I walked over to mom who was sucking hard on what she could get into her mouth of Brent's cock. Brent was pumping at her face, pushing her head onto his cock.

I moved behind mom. Brent opened his eyes, his face a mask. "Pull out. Fuck Mrs. Kingston," I said.

Brent stared at me then removed his hands from my mother. She was oblivious. I waited till she pulled back then I pulled her off his cock.

"Cock." She whispered before looking up at me and relaxing in my grasp. Brent moved by us to the bed. He stood by it for a moment. Mrs. Kingston rose up, wiped his cock with the sheet and then sucked it into her mouth. Brent groaned. Mrs. Wills sat up on her elbow and stared at Mrs. Kingston sucking Brent's cock. I could not see much besides Brent's flexing ass and the mop of black hair at his crotch. She pulled back and I could see her face. She looked up at him.

"Fuck Mrs. Kingston, now big boy. Put cock where it count!"

Brent moved between Anne's legs on the bed and inserted his cock, rising up a bit to get the head tucked into her cunt. She arched her back, aligning her pussy. Brent bent forward, Annie grasped him by the waist, lifted her legs so that her heels rested on his upper tights and hunched her crotch at him. Brent crunched forward, driving his cock into Mrs. Kingston. She screamed and contracted her legs, pulling him deeper into her pussy. Her whole body arched and thrashed, her head shook from side to side, her eyes clinched closed. Her scream tapered off till it was just a whistle from her open mouth but still she thrashed. Brent pulled back and plunged his cock home again, pinning her to the bed. Her legs dropped to the mattress, open, while her hips thrust up at him, over and over again. Mrs. Kingston bucked and shook as the huge cock penetrated her, pinning her to the bed.

"Fuck me, beeg boy!" Annie shrieked, "Then you fuck them. Fuck me good first!" Brent began to pump his cock methodically into the woman. He fucked her straight armed for a while before lying down and covering her so all but her hair seemed to disappear beneath him with her legs appearing below his crotch. The bed seemed to swallow her. Brent wedged his hands beneath him, presumably grabbing her by the ass and began to hammer her. His down stroke elicited a guttural grunt from somewhere beneath him.

"Jesus, he is huge." Mom said, her hand finding my cock. I looked down at her and she looked up at me. I helped her to her feet and put my arm around her naked body. She kept a hand on my erect cock, slick with Anne's moisture. "I never watched anyone fuck before, not in person. It is amazing. He must be killing her." Mom whispered, awe evident in her voice.

"Oh, oh, ah, ah, aaaahhhhiiiiiiieeeeeaahhh!" Anne's voice was a bit muffled. Brent arched up, showing us Anne's face, frozen in a grimace of ecstasy. When she relaxed, he began to kiss her, supporting himself on his elbows while his hips continued to pummel her. Anne kissed him back, rising up and pressing her lips to his, her eyes wild with passion, sweating with orgasm.

The hand I had resting on my mother's forty-four inch hips squeezed her ass. She looked up at me and I bent to kiss her. Her hand moved on my cock and I wanted to be in her. I broke the kiss and saw Laura watching us, her eyes going back and forth between us and Brent's ass pounding the Chinese woman beside her. Annie was arching her body as Brent kissed and fucked her. Suddenly, Brent flinched, his whole body tightened. I could see his hips flex and his down stroke was nuclear, crashing down into the woman below him so that she grunted much louder into Brent's mouth. Then he was jerking, little humping motions while he dumped his load into her clutching pussy.

After a couple of minutes, Brent groaned and collapsed, his head on the far side of Mrs. Kingston's head. She turned it and looked at us. She pulled her hand loose and pointed at us. "You eat me now." She patted Laura with her other hand, patting her head like she was a puppy, "Blondie, you clean off big boy with mouth. Get him hard again, maybe fuck him."

Brent, apparently aware though inert, rolled off of Mrs. Kingston. Her pussy sucked at the cock as he withdrew from her, a long continuous slurping sound that ended with a wet pop. Laura scooted out of his way, sat up and began to lick his softening cock, smeared with cum. She ran her tongue along its length, over and over again, sucking and slurping. It twitched and she jumped, startled by the immense motion so close to her face. Brent's eyes were closed and he did not move, even when Laura finally lifted his rubbery cock and began to suck the head, ovaling her lips and licking with her tongue before pulling it into her mouth.

Mrs. Kingston had been watching Laura too, but when the cock began to disappear into the blond woman's mouth, she turned her head. "Mommy, your turn to eat me. Come lick up come and suck me clean."

Mother slipped from my hold and walked over to the bed. Her sexy hips swung back and forth, her narrow waist accenting the bulbous flare of her round hips. I wanted her badly at that moment. She crawled onto the bed, working her way between Anne's spread legs. She stared into the matted mess of the woman's crotch. Anne put a hand on the back of her head and pressed her face into her crotch. "Clean me up, Mommy Dearest!" Annie said with a cackle, a hacking laugh before looking at me.

Beside her, Laura was grunting on Brent's cock which remained rubbery. She removed her mouth from it and resumed licking and sucking the head and down its length. Annie gestured to me. I moved to the bed.

"Fuck her." She hissed, pointing at my mother's raised hips as she crotched between Annie's V'ed legs. "Become Motherfucker!"

Brent's head raised and he looked at me, then his eyes moved to the sight of my naked mother eating his come out of Annie's pounded pussy. He got to his elbows, lifting his back off the bed. Annie moved higher on the bed, pilling pillows behind her back. Mom followed the scooting pussy with tongue and lips, lapping at Annie and sucking at the pussy, making Annie jerk and shiver several times before she got settled. Brent's cock began to stiffen. Feeling it, Laura got to her knees and began to suck it into her mouth and down her throat, taking the implied challenge till nearly three quarters of it disappeared into her mouth. Brent groaned, closing his eyes for a moment but keeping his position.

I moved down the bed and got on it behind my mother's raised ass. I laid a hand on her hip and her head came up with a grunt. Annie pushed her face back down, hunching her cunt at my Mother. Something must have connected because Annie grunted and dropped back onto the pillows, her hips hunching over and over, faster and faster. Mother grabbed Annie by the ass and tried to hold onto the flailing ass but she was unsuccessful till Anne stiffened and shrieked again, her hips shaking. Mother immediately licked the pussy, running her tongue between the convulsing pussy lips and up through the dewy black hair and back again. Annie's hips dropped to the bed and Mom's face followed, she attached her lips to the pussy and sucked, hard, then speared her tongue into it. Annie grunted and arched her body once more.

I parted my mother's hips, pulling her cheeks apart till I could clearly see her damp pussy with the dimpled cone of her asshole above it. Mother arched her back. Laura lifted her mouth off Brent's cock. Brent stared at me, a look of serious concentration. He did not have his glasses on and so he squinted a bit. "Fuck her, Sonny. I want to see you fuck your mother like you fucked mine." He urged.

I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to my Mom's pussy and shoved it into her. Her head came up and I heard her exhaling. Then, as I slid deeper, she lowered her head again and I heard her sucking, loudly on the pussy below her mouth. I bottomed out.

"God, he's fucking his mother." Brent said.

"Yeah." Laura breathed. They looked at each other. Laura started to mount him but Annie slapped his chest.

"Fuck her from behind, like motherfucker." They arranged themselves that way and soon Laura was watching me upside down, her head hanging between her arms as Brent began to press his cock into her body from behind.

I pulled part way out of my mother and shoved it home once more. I pulled back out. Mother was becoming so wet, I swore she was squishing as I slammed home once more. Beside me Brent worked his cock all the way into Laura's quivering body. Laura's arms collapsed and her upper torso fell to the bed. Brent pulled out and I matched his motion. When he slammed home, I slammed home.

Laura grunted and Mom grunted at the same time.

"You come in me, motherfucker." Annie said. "No in Mommy. No this time. In me. Blondie clean me out."

Brent and I both slammed into our pussies. Both women grunted. I think they heard each other and each wanted to be loudest. Brent had been curled around Mrs. Wills' ass, concentrating on getting his cock into her without hurting her. But now his cock was sliding into her body with ease and he straightened and looked back at me. He grinned and nodded and gave me a big thumps up. We then began to fuck our women in tandem, pulling out and slamming home so that they would groan or grunt together as we hit bottom. We had both come once so we kept this up for maybe ten minutes, counting resting. Both women came, though Laura orgasmed several times while mom had two. Finally, Brent began to pick up speed and I matched him. Mother lifted her head and she began to chatter, "coming, commmming, fuck me, I am commminnnnnnggggg!" And then she was shuddering through a mind shattering orgasm.

Brent continued to fuck Laura. Laura began to moan continuously now, her ass wagging and shaking as the cock sluiced in and out of her weeping pussy, coming over and over again but without a word from her. My mother slumped.

"Get off me." Mrs. Kingston said. "I fuck your son now." I pulled out of my mother's flooded cunt and sat back. She climbed off the bed and turned to look down at us, wobbling like she was punch drunk rather than cock drunk. Anne got on her knees and lowered her head on the mattress, presenting me with her recently cleaned pussy. I approached her and entered her. She stayed on all fours, her head came up, her mop of curly black hair tangled about her, hiding her face. I began to fuck her.

Brent continued to stroke into Laura. She was moaning but her orgasm had drained the energy out of her and her body was still, receiving the fucking with gentle pleasure. Mom began to stroke Mrs. Kingston's back then reached beneath the woman's body and caressed her dangling breasts. I increased my tempo and felt orgasm rising in my balls, but it started in my toes and flooded up my legs to erupt. Anne screamed and I presumed that Mom was pinching her nipples. I clasped Mrs. Kingston's ass against me and pumped into her body, over and over and over till I was fully spent. Brent was still stroking Laura Wills. I slumped onto Anne's back. She crawled out from under me, scooting over, lifting one leg around Laura's supine body till her pussy was positioned at Laura's face. Laura raised her head and ran a tongue through Annie's matted pubic hair, then down to her distended pussy lips. Anne jerked and flinched at the contact, arching her body into Laura's face.

Then Anne regained control, she pointed at my mother. "Make boy hard again." I climbed off the bed and my mother got on her knees and licked at my cock, slurping the cum slick which coated it from the head and shaft. I watched as Laura licked at Annie's pussy while Brent hammered into her. Mom cleaned my cock and after a few minutes, I began to harden. She sucked me into her mouth and began to deep throat me, blowing through her nose and swallowing around the nob of my cock, lodged in her throat.

"Hey, hey!" Anne said. Mom pulled off my erect cock. Anne pointed at Brent, "You fuck Mommy, his mommy. He fuck Blondie while she eat me." Brent shot me a worried look but I just grinned.