Chapter 2
Sharing a MILF with her Son
Later that week we finally got together again. This semester, we had designated Thursday afternoon as pizza on campus day. I had an afternoon Chem Lab but everyone else had evening classes so they came early and I arrived when I could. I was late, later than usual. Annie called me while I was walking to the pizza parlor to tell me that Sid was leaving Sunday. She sounded wistful, like she wanted to talk but I was on a mission and had no wish to discuss it with her. I would think about it later. Most of the pizza was gone by the time I arrived, the assholes. They offered to order one for me and I let them. I had had nothing to eat all day and was famished.
We had all talked during the week but seemingly by some mutual understanding, the taking of Annie had not been part of our hurried conversations. No one mentioned her, her fantasy or fantasies to be accurate or the pact taking her implied. She had served her purpose. We did not discussed what it was like to share a woman, to be inside her while she took cocks in her other holes. We acted almost like nothing had happened. We joshed and bantered till my pizza arrived and then Landon sat down on the chair like a normal person and everyone followed. He usually sat on the back of a chair with his butt on the back and feet on the seat, balancing. Everyone but Brent and I were following suit. The wait staff glared at us but we did not hurt anything and were generous with tips so they usually left us alone in our remote corner of the mostly empty room. We met around 4 before the rush and before class. The assholes came early and ordered and ate before I arrived. Now I understood why.
"Sonny, we got to talking before you arrived." Landon began.
For a moment apprehension tightened my stomach.
"Last Sunday, was, fucking phenomenal!" Landon spoke conversationally and thus somewhat incongruously. "Having Mrs. Kingston like that, well, it was great! You demonstrated a real talent in how you managed the whole scene. You have had all the MILFs and I wanted to get everyone together to make sure no one was having second thoughts."
"We aren't." Sammy said.
"Right. We aren't." Landon echoed. "In fact, if I would characterize the mood of the guys lined up behind you, I would say they are impatient. However, I have counseled them, based on your performance thus far, I have counseled to allow you to guide us to the promise land and not get freaky about things."
"We will not fuck anyone without your say so." Brent elaborated.
Landon nodded.
I pulled at a beer, thinking furiously. But my fucking phone rang. I answered and a breathy voice whispered into my ear. "Are you alone?" Alissa Honeywell sighed into my ear.
"Yeah, I am at the pizza place with the guys."
"Do you remember what I told you?" Alissa murmured. When I did not respond, she went on. "About being had on my back? I am inviting you to give me my fantasy now. Would you like that?"
"Sure, mom. I can pick you up in maybe fifteen or twenty minutes." I said. The funny thing was that I did need to pick mom up in twenty or thirty minutes.
"In twenty minutes, I will open the door to my garage. Park inside. Close the door. Take me, any way you want. Bye." Mrs. Honeywell clicked off.
I was left staring at the guys with my cock growing, a pizza slice in one hand and my phone in the other. Inspiration struck so hard I got hard.
"Got to go pick up your mom?" Landon said.
Something about the way he said it seemed odd. When I glanced at him, I could clearly see the gleam of lust in his eyes. I could not stall these guys off from the MILFs for long. But MILFs in the wild were dangerous and skittish and had to be handled with care. They had to listen. I grunted, put away the phone and continued eating.
"Anyway, Sonny, I just want to tell you, for all of us, thanks for getting us this far. Brent told us about how you shared your mom and Mrs. Wills with him and, fuck, that sounded great. But, Sonny, don't wait too long."
I regarded Landon with a stiff prick in my pants which was likely destined to go spelunking in a very willing cunt in a few minutes. His implied warning did not dent my resolve. "No worries, boys. But I will not make any MILFs before it is time. If you rush it, we may see it all come apart. MILF making is an art, not a science and the project plan is event driven. Just remember Sunday. I got us that far. Let me work out how to get us the rest of the way."
"You don't have a plan?" Brent asked.
I shrugged. "My dad used to say that he had lots of theories about how to raise kids before he had kids. Once he had real live children, he discovered they did not know any of his theories. Same with MILFs. You might be able to make it a science, Brent, but I think my way will always be more fun for everyone. Let me do it my way and I think you all will be pleased, everyone will be pleased."
Brent held up a hand. "I know but, Sonny, I have to ask. Did you fuck my mom Sunday night?"
I goggled and hesitated. Brent did not seem to notice.
"When she got home, she was dressed in a long coat and a negligée." He looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "Did she come home earlier? While you were upstairs?"
I nodded. "She watched us fuck Annie, saw most of it. So, yes, I fucked her before I had Annie suck my cock. Both times. Annie knew I was dipping my wick but licked me completely clean anyway."
"Fuck me." Sonny grunted. "It is raining pussy for this guy!"
Brent nodded. "Wasn't that the time to share?" He looked pissed and I understood what had happened. Landon had talked him down, likely all week.
I returned his baleful stare. "Brent, darling, I fucked your mother because you were not ready to do it yourself. She wants what Annie got. All of it and maybe more. Even you, perhaps, especially you. She watched Annie suck you and fuck you and all she wanted was cock. Mine was handy. The first time, with each MILF, they should be the main, likely the only attraction for us. That makes them feel at ease, without competition or challenge. Before we get them together as a group, they all need to have done their sons. You guys. That is a tricky dick for them, like taking your cock up the ass, Brent my dear, is going to take some doing and some woman is going to have to get brave before they get stretched. And loose because you will stretch her beyond . . . well, beyond. Otherwise you will be riding the narrow river or going down the throat. I am working on sharing the MILFs but this is new for them too. I think they will, I mean I think each will eventually do the Annie. But just because I think there is potential does not mean I know how to do them all today. Besides, no one wants to do them all today."
"I do." Sammy quipped.
I ignored him, but with effort. The fucker was funny and I did not want to laugh in front of Brent's . . . concern. "I did not go looking for her, she asked for it. When she saw Annie riding you, she demanded it. But Brent, once we were done with Annie, do you think we had much left to give mommie dearest?"
"But you did not tell us." Brent muttered.
"That is his call." Chris said softly. "We used him to get this far, you have no right to be pissed off if he keeps fucking your mother. Or mine for that matter. What are you going to do when you come home and catch them doing each other in the living room?"
"Good question." Landon said, looking over at Brent. "You did his mother and Chris' mother and did not bother to mention it and I do not care why or if Sonny suggested you keep quiet. Your choice and you did not say anything so your question is stupid. Cut it out. In the end, the whole issue is this, do you trust Sonny or not?"
For a moment no one moved. Then Brent nodded, flushing. "Of course." He looked at me. "I trust you, Sonny. Whatever that means, I think you are going to share the MILF list."
"Then what is the fucking problem, Brent?" Landon pressed.
Brent shook his head. "I don't know. I think seeing her sneak back into the house in nothing but a nighty shook me. The idea that my mother was out fucking around . . . I knew it was stupid but I felt it." He looked round at the rest of us. "You might too. If you do feel it, if you get pissed at Sonny or any of us, call Landon first and Landon, you can call me. We need to be careful and not run off half-cocked. It could be bad for everyone. Agreed?"
Everyone nodded.
"No jumping to conclusions without talking it over with someone else. It is easy to get irrational when it comes to mommie dearest." Landon said.
"And no jumping mommy without Sonny's approval." Sammy added. He looked like he thought he was being helpful.
I hated to crush him. Sammy was great at keeping everyone light and making a good time better but his common sense was rare. He helped us not take ourselves too seriously and we kept him from ever taking himself seriously while directing him in the ways he should go. I shook my head and held up my hands. "Wait a minute, right there. Let's be clear. If anyone has a shot at mommy or any of the MILFs, be my guest. I have had them but they are emphatically not mine. My objective is to move the sharing along. If you have an opportunity, grab it."
Everyone nodded.
Brent looked at me with an intense gaze. "I think seeing her dressed like that, it made me wonder if she was really fucking around. I guess I feel relieved that you were doing it and thought I was angry with you. Now that I know it was you, I guess I am relieved. The idea of her hunting for cock on the open range sort of rattled me. Sorry, man."
I nodded but I was distracted. The germ of the idea I had earlier had grown and now it bloomed. "Sammy, when is your class over?"
"Usually around eight unless we get to talking. Existential philosophy does not obey something so mundane as a clock with a sweep hand." Sammy said with a grin.
