Meeting a new MILF, making a familiar one and double teaming Aunt Norma
Tuesday dawned dark and brooding and I was awakened by the delicate touch of my sister on my shoulder. She needed the car and was telling me she was taking it, and that she was staying with Chris for the week. I groaned and nodded. She stood there for a moment, but when I did not open my eyes again, she left.
I turned over and went back to sleep. I woke around noon, got a snack and went back to bed without checking my phone. Around four I started watching movies and went back to bed late. I felt washed out, like I was coming down with something. Pussy worn, more likely.
The next day it rained, a nasty, cold rain and then froze around three so the roads turned into ice rinks. I watched a guy slide right into another car down the street just turning into his drive. I was glad to be holed up. A warm snow followed that turned the ice to slush overnight. Tawny called to tell me she got "home" all right. I wondered about her and Chris, how they were going to address their separate proclivities. I wondered if Tawny had gone down into the basement yet.
I slept hard the next night again and woke up feeling like something was missing. "Pussy." I muttered. "I haven't had pussy for two days." I had the feeling, the feeling of stark otherness, feeling again who I had once been, the man without pussy.
I rustled up some breakfast, making eggs for the second time in my life, scrambled with cheese. They were like rubber so I did something wrong. Cooked them too long I imagine but I hate runny eggs. I am not saying why because its gross.
I lounged around and finally thought to look at my phone. I discovered it had run out of power without telling me and was DOA. I plugged it in and and after a few minutes, listened to a variety of chimes indicating missed calls, messages and texts. I thumbed through them and saw the naked number I connected to Suzanne. I called her phone and she answered. She'd called to see if I'd come warm her up last night but now she was leaving the city for a few days.
The conversation felt, odd. Like when you have a one night stand and really don't know how you feel about it so when you confront it, you're just confused, like that. When she rang off, though, she promised she'd call when she got back and made me promise to tie her up some time soon.
Then it dawned on me it was Thursday. I fanned through a dozen calls. I hadn't talked to Mom for several days. I got on SKYPE while the phone charged and called her. She answered the third try, gasping and panting.
"Oh Sonny, nice of you to call but just, uh, uh, just bad timing. Sid says to tell you Happy New Year." She groaned loudly.
"I was calling to ask about Tawny, what you two discussed."
Mom grunted a couple times and then I heard the computer moving around. I wanted to ask her to turn on the camera but thought better of it. That was Sid doing her, after all and I had no wish to intrude, I'd watch but not intrude and that seemed like the same thing at this point.
"Honey, listen, don't worry. I, she said you suspected me and well, I might have had something like that in mind but this is not the time to discuss it."
"Like what?" I had too many different ideas to let her off without specifics.
"Asking you to share your sisters with your friends. I, I don't really know how that would work. Do whatever you think best but I have to admit I wish I was going to be there to participate. It, uh, uh, sounds, sounds like...Sid, stop it. Oh, fine, lay down. Fun."
I could hear them coupling. I heard Sid's rumbling moan and then my mother's squeaking.
"Hon, hon, oh honey can we, we, uh, uh, oh talk later?" Her mind was not on our conversation. I imagined her, astride Sid with his monster cock working into her body.
"Fine, Mom. We can talk later. Tell Sid to do your ass."
"Fuck off, Sonny." My dear mother growled before disconnecting.
I grinned.
I reviewed the phone and found D. Debra had called. I called her and got voice mail. I left a message to tell her I had one of my "friends" lined up for this afternoon and that she should call me if her schedule had changed. I added that I was going to watch and left it at that.
"I want to see you fuck again. You are adorable with a cock in your pussy." I told her.
I hung up, feeling smug at being so open minded. I wondered if D. Debra Hamilton had any idea about how much pussy I was getting, how much willing pussy surrounded her little pussy desert. Would she be so smug if she knew about it all? Or just some, for that matter? My MILFs would thank her for being difficult.
Without a car I was back to the bus. I thought about calling one of the guys but they all seemed likely to be fully engaged, except maybe Sammy but this time, with Rodney and D. Debra, I did not want to contaminate the operating field with superfluous people. Sammy would be ticked to be referred to as superfluous. I smiled to myself.
He had called so I called him.
He answered, sounding like he was still asleep.
"Oh, Sonny, thanks, thanks for calling back. Tomorrow! I called you yesterday, what happened to you the other night?"
I realized I could tell him. "Remember the blond from the apartment?"
"Yeah."
I didn't elaborate.
"No shit! Really?" He was awake now. "You really did her?"
"You would not believe what I did. I swear, it is beyond understanding. I swear." I hesitated but the guy didn't grouse and badger me for details. Was he sick? "You called me." I said finally.
"Oh right. Have you had a chance to discuss, uh, Ellen and me with Mom? Ellen, she is really worried about boinking the bosses' boy toy."