MIHF Club Bk1 It All Stars at Home

MIHF CLUB:

It All Starts at Home

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One

I want to start these stories by just stating an obvious set of truths. Here they are: My name is Myles Fontaine. Yes, that Myles Fontaine, the Olympic gold medalist in men's 3 meter springboard and 10-meter platform events. We should have taken gold in the synchronized events but that German Judge scored us low on purpose. I’m eighteen, which seemed to shock everyone at the games, though I don’t know why. Now here are the truths I need you to understand if you are going to have a chance at comprehending my story: All boys my age are terminally horny. I know it’s an obvious truth, but if you’ve never been an eighteen-year-old male, you don’t really know. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’ve known some eighteen-year-old girls who are horny as well, but they aren’t half as horny as us guys.

Here’s another truth for you that is important to my story. All guys my age have a ton of fantasies about the females on our list of women we’d like to get busy with. That’s another truth too. We all have a list. Unlike me, most guys don’t write it down, but I am kind of into lists. My life is hectic, so lists help me keep everything straight. So, I have a very detailed list of females I’d like to fuck. It’s so detailed that it’s broken down into sections:

Fantasy women. While all these women are fantasies, the one in this section are the famous women I find hot and use as spank bank fodder. You know the ones, celebrities, movie stars, singers, that kind.

The no-nos. These are the women in my life that while I secretly find them hot, doing anything with them is never a good idea. Hell, most of them it would be illegal to fuck. You know the ones I mean: my mom, my aunt, my big sister, both my cousins and recently my new stepmom.

The girls I know. Now we get into the part of the list I can and have used. Teenage girls my age or at least legal to fuck. Included in that list is the girl I lost my virginity to who was someone I shouldn’t have had a shot with. Kelli Crookshank is my big sister's best friend. I don’t know how it happened, but for some reason Kelli decided that for my sixteenth birthday she was going to teach me how to please women. She taught me a master level class on seduction and sexually satisfying the opposite sex. Part of that led to her fucking me, taking my virginity. Also, in this part of the list is my current girlfriend, Mackenzie. I’ll tell you more about her later.

Ladies in authority. This, of course, was all women I knew who at one time or another oversaw me. This included teachers and assistant teachers at school, doctors and nurses. Even my dive coach and trainer, Lanna. Any lady who was sexy that was in an authority position over me.

And finally, Milf’s. I think this one is the biggest and, of course, the most obvious group.

It is this group that brings about this little tale. Don’t get me wrong, before this club happened, I was happy with just fucking my girlfriend, Mackenzie’s tight little bald pussy. Hell, I'm still happy shoving my cock in Kenzie’s beautiful body. To be honest, I never thought anyone in the Milf category was obtainable until that fateful day a few months ago. You see, my mom had a club that meets once a month at our house. They called it a book club, but honestly, I never once heard them discuss a book. I think that was just the excuse for all of them to get together and drink wine in the middle of the day one Saturday a month.

Mostly, they gossiped, talked about their lives, complained about their husbands, and bragged about their kids. I knew every woman who came regularly and, to tell the truth, I lusted over most of them. Besides my mom, who is one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen, there was my mom’s older sister, Aunt Adrianne, My twenty-five-year-old twin cousins Paige and Mona, Mom’s best friend and our next-door neighbor, Krystal Crocker. Another regular attendee was my best friend Justin’s mom, Riley Banks. This week my girlfriend Mackenzie’s mother Angelia Sharp, the Episcopalian priest's wife, my English professor and arch nemeses’ mom Robin Zypher and finally the high school Librarian, Lydia Kayne. There, of course, were others in the club, but they weren’t there this week, just those. But it was a conversation this Saturday between my mom and Riley Banks that changed everything for me.

I know that if they had known I was within hearing distance, this conversation would never have happened. Normally I would have still been at the pool, diving, but my personal coach and trainer, Lanna, wasn’t feeling well, and she asked me if I would be upset about going home early. She looked rough, and I offered to drive her home myself, which she accepted. So, I was home about an hour early. I was in the kitchen while mom and her ‘book club’ were in the den. I heard my mom tell the women, “Fuck, I’m so horny. I haven’t had a real cock since months before Richard divorced me and even before that, the last two years of our marriage, he’d quit trying to give me a fantastic cum. Of course, now I know it’s because he was spending all his energy fucking that little gold-digging slut. Don’t get me wrong, I get myself off, but you all know sometimes you just need a big fat flesh and blood cock to satisfy filling you and spraying you down with cock juice.”

This complaint was nothing new and of course all the women sympathized with mom. She was asked about putting herself back on the meat market, or if she owned a toy to take the edge off. Of course, they all agreed men their age were lousy lovers and sometimes a woman just needed a real dick instead of a dildo. But it was what Mrs. Banks said that caught my attention. “You know Dan is a great husband and provider. Jas, while I can sympathize with you, I feel even more cheated. My husband is still at home, and I never get sexually satisfied. Don’t get me wrong, we make love once a week, but it's over in three minutes and then he’s asleep before I even get started. Lately I’ve thought about going over by the college and picking up one of those eighteen to twenty-five-year-old young studs to fill my needs.”

Then came the words that changed everything. Our next-door neighbor laughed and said, “Why go so far away? Hell, we’ve all seen what Myles is carrying around in those sexy little swim shorts he wears to dive. If I went that route, I’d just fuck the boy next door. From what I hear from my daughter and her friends, he more than knows how to please a woman. Hell Jasmine, if I were you, I’d just seduce the new man of the house!”

All the women gasped, and my mom said. “Krystal, you are such a nasty slut. He’s my son. There is no way I could ever cross that line. But I must confess when his little girlfriend sneaks over here in the middle of the night, I wear out the batteries on BOB.”

My cock took extreme interest in this conversation, as Krystal Crocker was number two on my MILF list. Right behind the next woman to speak. Riley chuckled and her next words had my semi hard dick coming to full attention. “Jasmine, maybe we should swap sons one night a week. “I’ll invite Myles over for a night or weekend when Dan is out of town, and you use Justin.”

Mom laughed at the idea and shot it down. But I’d heard the desire in my best friend’s mom’s voice. Which kept my cock hard and gave me masturbation fuel for weeks after that brief encounter. It also made me desire to make a move on the hottest woman I know, one Jasmine Radcliff. The more I thought about it, the more the challenge of it appealed to me. That’s When I decided I was going to do it. I was going to seduce my own mother and give her the big fat cock she needed.

Yes, I’ll be the first to admit it will be incest, but thanks to the recently passed sexual freedom act, incest between consenting adults isn’t illegal anymore than marriage between multiple partners at the same time is. The only two sexual kinks that are still illegal in this country are bestiality and pedophilia as well as criminal acts, such as sexual harassment and rape. As long as the act is between consenting adults, its legal and permissible is wonderful. Because the second thought that comes to me is if this club full of women is so sexually frustrated, then maybe it’s time for me to step up and make them all mine. Maybe it’s time for a new club, not a book club but the ‘Mothers I Have Fucked Club’, but it all starts at home.

Two

I knew I had at least another hour before the little hen party in the parlor would break up but I wasn’t thinking straight with all the blood in my body flowing into my cock and it standing hard and my lizard brain having just decided I’m going to fuck each one of the MILFs that make up the women in my mother’s book club that now was as good a time as any to set the stage for my conquests. Let me tell you some things I know about a few of them. First, my own mother Jasmine.

I shouldn’t know this about my mom, and I only do because while my dad is a cheating ass, he was worried about her when he divorced her. You see, my mother is a very submissive personality. She needs a forceful leader to follow. When she was growing up, that was my grandfather. In other words, she was a complete “Daddy’s Girl” and he controlled her life. He told her what to do, what classes to take in school, what to eat, wear, who to date and even who her friends were. My grandfather even told her who she was going to marry, and she did. Then, once she married my father, the bastard took over and controlled everything. He did everything my grandfather had. He picked her friends, picked out her clothes every day, told her when to pay the bills, hat to cook every day. He literally controlled every aspect of her life. When he left her, he sat down with me and told me she was now my responsibility. He gave me a schedule of her daily, weekly and monthly tasks and chores and told me to ensure that she followed them.

The only area of my mother's life I hadn’t taken control of was her sex life and I seeing now that that had been a mistake. One that I was going to correct this very day. I don’t know why I’d been so reluctant to fully become the man of the house and take control of my mother's sex life. I guess because she was my mother, and I just hadn’t thought about it. I mean, I’d fantasized about it. When I’d gone into her room every morning and told her to get up and get her shower and take care of her morning business and listened to her shower and empty her bladder while I picked out her lingerie and clothing, I’d thought about slipping into her ensuite and feeding her my nine-inch cock and telling her to suck it and swallow my cum. I’d daydreamed about bending her over in the shower and fucking her full, but I’d never really considered doing it. But now, after hearing her talk about how horny she was.

After listening to her two closest friends suggest she fuck my best friend or even myself, yeah, that was it. I was a true Alpha, and this was my house. She was my responsibility, and I was going to claim her. Not only was I going to claim her, but I was also going to make those two sluts watch me claim her, making sure they understood no one tried to take what belonged to me and Jasmine Radcliff belonged to me!

Let me describe my mom to you. For the mother of two, she was H.O.T. My older sister was only twenty and mom gave birth to her just after Mom turned Nineteen making my mom thirty-nine. She was Five nine with dirty blonde straight hair that hung to her shoulders. Her eyes were blue and showed every emotion she had. They were truly windows to her soul. She had a sweet little button nose that I often wanted to rub my cock on but never had, but that would change today, too. Her full bee-stung lips were cotton candy pink. Since the divorce, she hardly ever wore makeup because I didn’t like makeup and almost never told her to put anyone. But I think that was going to change. While I loved her little bubblegum pink lips, I wanted to see them shiny with liquid look, clear lip gloss wrapped around my nine inch long seven and a half inch around cock as she gets face fucked. Mascara tears running down her cheeks as she gags while trying to deep throat me. She isn’t stacked like a porn star, no Jasmine is built like a gymnast or a swimmer with tight little thirty-four A titties, but those nipples must be an inch and a half long when excited. I bet they are as sensitive as can be because they seem to always be hard and pointy. Tonight, I plan to suck and chew on them, to twist and plunder them. Her ass is tight as a drum and her pussy, I imagine, is small and tight and I plan to ruin it for any other man. She has had six months since my dad divorced her to find another lover, and she never did. Now she has no choice. She belongs to me, every inch of her delightfully tight Milf Body belongs to the new man of the house and I’m going to show her that right the fuck now.

I stand up and strip. Making sure every single one of those horny housewives in the front room can see exactly what I’m packing as I march into the front room where they are meeting. Time to explain to this group of horny housewives how their little “book club” is changing. The first lady to see me is my girlfriend's mother, and she gasps as I stroll into the den, naked as the day I was born, my big fat cock leading the way.

“Hello Ladies, is this how every book club goes? You all sitting around talking about how horny you are? Complaining about how your husbands can’t satisfy you or won’t satisfy you anymore and daring each other to take younger lovers? Because I have to say first off that was sexy as hell listening to you, but it also doesn’t sound safe to me.”

I don’t even slow down but walk right up to where my mom is sitting and pull her up out of her chair and sit in it, pulling her down on my lap. “Mom, who is the head of this household?”

Mom tries to get off my lap, but I reach up and grip her chin and turn her to face me. “Sit Still! Answer my question right now. Who is the head of this house?”

Thanks to her submissive side, she blushed and answered. “You’re the head of this house, Myles.”

I nodded. “I thought I was. That was what we agreed after Dad left us. With your special circumstances, you agreed I was now the man of the house, the head of our household and that it was my job to see that your needs were met and everything you needed to take care of them I would make sure was provided. So tell me, how do you think it made me feel to hear you say today that a fundamental need of yours hasn’t been met for six months? That it’s been neglected the entire time I’ve been in control because you didn’t tell me about it not being taken care of? Not only that, but that you need to have it met was so bad you were thinking of doing dangerous things to get it taken care of. Tell me, how am I supposed to meet your deepest personal needs if you don’t even mention them to me?”

“You can’t meet those needs, Myles. It isn’t right!”

Now I’m getting angry. “Bullshit! Stand up!!”

She jumps up off my lap and I stand up with her and grab the front of her tank top and rip it off her body, exposing her now naked little tits that are hard as diamonds. I reach down and grab her shorts and yank them down, leaving them around her ankles. Her plain white Allmix Sport panties and thigh-high stockings were the only clothing left on her body. “Now see here!” my Aunt Adrianne complains and stands, heading our way from across the den. I glare at her. “Adrianne, sit you ass down, right the fuck now or I’ll call Uncle James and play him the recording of your little book club meeting and what you think of his tiny, shriveled dick.”

I look around at all the women in the room. “That goes for all of you. Not one of you gets up and leaves this room until I tell you the book club is over, or I’ll make sure all your loved ones hear the conversation you were just part of. I’m in charge now until I say otherwise.”

I turned my attention back to my mother. “Strip Jasmine! I want you to be completely naked in the next minute or I’ll finish ripping the clothes off your body. Then I’ll have no recourse but to beat your ass red for not telling me you had unfulfilled sexual needs.”

Mom rushed to pull off the rest of her clothes and in a flash, she stood before me, completely exposed to my view. My God, she was sexy as hell. Her tight little pussy glistened with the dew of her arousal and need. She was completely bare and smooth. The outer lips of her little peach were the same shade of pink as the lips of her mouth. When she bent to drop her panties, I glimpsed her little rosebud, which was just a shade darker pink, hinting that she probably had the girls at the spa bleach it for her. Her stomach wasn’t flat and hard but had just a bit of soft feminine roundness. In other words, she was perfectly fuckable, and I was more than ready to fuck her senseless.

I didn’t even think I dropped onto the footstool for a closer look and reached out, grabbing her tight heart shaped ass cheeks and pulling her smooth little slit close as I leaned in close. Before I even realized what I was doing, I had my nose buried in her drenched flower, taking in the fragment scent of my mother's sweet and spicy arousal.

Then I lifted her right leg, placing her thigh over my left shoulder, opening her weeping slit to my view. I pulled her cheeks apart with my hand, opening her even more, exposing her from her pretty little rosebud to the top of her slutty little split. Without hesitation, my tongue snaked out and took a slow wet lick from the bleached anal puckered star to the top of her tasty snatch. “Myles! NO! Don’t! You can’t lick my pussy!” Mom cried as I took my second slow lick. Her hands went to my head as she tried to push me away from her sweet nectar, but I wouldn’t be postponed, and I placed my fat tongue against her tight little anal star and pushed just a bit to wiggle against her attempt to keep me from penetrating her anal cavity and then dragging the tip up and through her opening labia gathering her weeping arousal. Each lick faster and deeper than the one before it. My eyes looking up into hers, locked on her. I pulled away just enough that she and all the book club bitches could hear me. “I am the man of this house, mother and you have already admitted that. My job is to see that all your needs are met and so I’m going to meet the need that you’ve admitted has been neglected for the last three years. So, I’m going to eat your pussy. You may as well get used to it. This will only be the first of countless orgasms I plan to give you from this moment on.”

Then I dove back into her honey hole, licking and sucking and kissing. Making her nectar flow like water in a stream as I lapped it up. It wasn’t long before her cries of “Don’t, stop, no!” became moans of “Yes, don’t stop! More! Oh My God! So Good! Never Stop! And “Fuck I’m cumming!”

I buried my tongue in her snatch fucking her with it hard and fast for ten or fifteen good hard thrust then licked up and flicked her clit twenty times up and down left and right, then ran back down to her pussy hole and plunged in again tongue fucking her. Her cries of orgasmic bliss came harder as she begged me to go harder and faster. She shook as the intensity of her orgasmic ecstasy became longer and stronger. My left hand left her ass cheek and slipped two fingers into her cunt, seeking and finding her rough little patch on the front of her pussy. I started rubbing and tapping her g-spot while tonguing around and over her red, swollen clit. When her joy button was standing fully exposed, I swiped it with my tongue one last time, locked my lips around it and sucked like a calf on a teat, half starved; all while tapping one finger after another against her g-sport harder and faster than before.

Jasmine reacted like someone had hit her with a five-thousand-volt cattle prod. Her body bowed backward, she threw her head back and screamed my name three octaves higher than at any other time today. Then she convulsed, not shivered or shook, but to actually convulse like she was having a full blow seizure. For a moment, I thought she was going to either fall or snap her spine and I wasn’t alone. My Aunt Adrianne and cousins rushed from where they were sitting and grabbed her just as she went still and silent as she passed out from the overwhelming oral ravishment I’d given my mother's pleasure palace.

I quickly pulled my fingers out of her still squirting love canal and helped lower her onto the oversized ottoman. My frigid aunt glared at me. “What did you do?”

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