Extending the MILF List Ch. 03

"Shut up. She makes great pizza." I got that line in just as Tawny came into the house. I made sure she heard it. The other guys did not respond. Sammy called for bets on the game and we all ponied up cash for a first half pool. Each took a stat, whoever got it right won the pool or split with the other guys who got their stat right. I took under thirty points. UCLA scored on the first kickoff. By the end of the first quarter it was 21 to 14 and I was out of the money. Everyone else was in, Sammy had zero interceptions, Landon had over ten penalties, Chris took less than fifty plays and Brent, ever the digit head, said over thirty passes combined. They were still in it and avidly watching what was turning into a great game. I glanced at the kitchen and found Tawny hugging the wall, watching us.

The crowd roared as a pass was intercepted but a penalty called it back. "Sonny, come in here and help me make up a snack tray." Tawny said, using her best "mom" voice. The guys did not even look around, eyes glued to the TV. I slipped into the kitchen.

"Take them more beers." I whispered.

"They'll smell us."

I nodded. "I know." I grinned.

She nodded and took four beers into the other room and brought back five empties. I had noticed the snack tray all finished on the counter, crackers, cheese and chips and dips. I understood immediately. My cock snapped to attention and Tawny arrived, greeting my little tent with a happy squeak. I pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth but did not give her time to open her mouth. I turned her back to me and bent her over the counter beside the snack tray. She gasped as I flipped her skirt over her ass, baring it. She widened her legs and cocked her ass up and back, opening herself.

I opened my pants and my cock stuck out. I bent down to touch her between the legs with the end of my cock. She grunted and tried to push herself onto me. I pulled back, reset my feet and approached her again. I touched the head to my sister's pussy and she gasped and hissed again.

"Don't!" She trilled quietly. "Don't tease me! Put it in me." Her voice twanged with sexual tension and desire.

The guys in the other room yelled. "Sonny, you have to see this!" Sammy yelled.

"Give me a minute." I shouted back. Tawny hitched up her ass again and widened her legs, opening herself more. I entered her. She shifted her feet and rammed herself backwards, impaling herself on my cock before I could pull back as I had planned. Once inside of her, I had neither desire nor will to leave her velvet confines. I was fucking my sister with my buddies, "right there" as she had insisted. I felt the orgasm wrack her. She bucked before me, gripping the counter, pressing her face into her forearms as she climaxed. The merest squeal of pleasure escaped as she thrashed, my cock buried inside her body from behind.

I did not share her immediate ecstasy but had that pleasant sensation of her vibrant ass against my body as I rammed my cock into her over and over again. Tawny was primed. After the first heroic orgasm, she bucked and jumped and came over and over again, grunting through several quick, intense orgasms. Then her head lifted and she looked at the part of the patio windows we could see, listening to the sounds of the game and the fragmented conversation woven in with the game commentary. I pulled out of her pussy.

Her head whipped around, her eyes were glassy with post-orgasmic trauma. I stood her up, turned her around and pulled her onto my cock once more. I slid deep into her immediately and I lifted her thighs, pulling her off her feet. Her body convulsed and she slid down my cock, ramming her full again. Her ass hitched on the edge of the counter and her legs lifted and wrapped around me. I leaned in and met her as she folded against me. I found her neck and kissed and sucked on it for a moment then whispered into her ear. "We, we are going to fuck you, sometime, sister dear. We will do you like we did Mom."

That set her off, those words seemed to burn down into her and her whole body convulsed with a new round of orgasms.

"Sonny, dude, you got to come look at this play!" Sammy crowed again from the other room.

It was like he had whacked my sister on the ass. She squealed into my chest, so loud I thought sure they would hear. Her body shook as the orgasms ended, morphing instead into a single humming confection that she savored as is possessed her completely. She rattled and crooned as it suffused her body. Her legs relaxed and she dangled off the counter. I withdrew from her and tried to get her to relax her knees but she refused. She shook her head.

"They can eat me but I don't lick pussy, even my own." She whispered. I thought, after Christmas eve, perhaps she protested too much. It would be fun to put her to the test. She quickly did up my pants, and I had to redo her work so my cock would bend in the right direction. We separated. The kitchen smelled like fresh pussy.

"Better get started on that pizza." I said in a normal voice. Then in a whisper, "It will cover the smell of your cunt."

Tawny smacked me on the arm. She handed me the snacks and shooed me out of the kitchen. By halftime, my cock had relaxed and the smells of pizza were emanating from the kitchen. We ate and Tawny hovered. She had a beer with us and watched the end of the game. She stood up and said, "Who is going to help me clean up?" She did not wait for an answer but sauntered into the kitchen. I was amazed she had not changed clothes, her white blouse was spotted with tomato paste. There was one distinct streak on her black thigh-high and I would have bet it was cum and that everyone noticed. No one mentioned it though.

I smacked Chris on the back of the head. "There's your chance, big guy!"

He turned around and looked at me, his face a mask from bygone days. He looked like the old Chris, the guy who always acted diffident and scared of his own shadow.

"Remember Caren and Lizzy." I hissed and it was like reality switched places with the past. The guy that built the rail returned and he stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Sammy chortled. "He gonna fuck your sister, Sonny?"

Brent and Landon both looked at me like they were scared.

"He can try." I said blandly. "He might end up with is balls in a specimen jar."

Everyone relaxed.

The next game came on, South Carolina and Oklahoma State. Just before the end of the first quarter, we heard a big "YES!" from the kitchen.

Tawny appeared. "Guys, if you need anything, holler and I'll fix it. I am going to go lay down. I need a nap. Work is never like this." Everyone thanked her and she disappeared upstairs. Chris appeared looking like he just won the lottery. His eyes found me and a little of the light went out of his eyes but then it came back, if anything, brighter. I think he must have recalled that I told him to ask her out. I knew what had happened.

He came into the room with another round of beers and flopped on the couch beside Sammy. "I am taking Tawny to the Collegiate New Year's Celebration Sunday." He announced.

Everyone looked at me, including Chris.

I grinned and reached out a hand. "Good for you, Chris. About time." I looked around and everyone had different looks, odd looks on their faces. Sammy for the first time in living memory said nothing but his face was a mask I could not read. The expressions on the other guys faces? Jealously and envy, for sure!

"You going to let him fuck her?" Brent said. He rarely was the one to state anything obvious that had nothing to do with digits.

Landon looked at him with disdain but then he looked at me and said something equally stupid that allowed me to look at him with disdain. "You going to let her fuck him?"

The stupidity of the question took away my breath. "Tawny fucks who she wants."

"How are you going to deal with uh fucking your mom and Sonny's sister?" Brent asked, his voice full of curiosity and wonder, talking to Chris.

"I ain't fucking mom, no more. I uh..." Chris trailed off, all glimmer of the earlier light in his eyes was gone.

I regarded Chris with a baleful stare. "Go ahead, Chris, explain yourself. I want to hear this."

He stared at me but this Chris did not blink. Finally he looked at Brent. "I screwed up and let someone else know about me and mom." I said.

"Oh shit!" Sammy said, his first contribution to this conversation.

Chris nodded. "I wasn't thinking but, well, Sonny is going to fix it I think."

"You better tell us about it." Landon said darkly, even though he had little room to squeak about pulling back the curtain from our little MILF list adventures.

"You know Sean Favors. We were on the same flight after, well on Christmas...Mom and dad had a big fight at Uncle Brad's and she and I came back early. Sean was on the plane and we invited him home for Christmas dinner, although it wasn't much. One thing led to another and we fucked Mom. But it is not like it sounds."

"Yes it is." I said lightly, like I was laughing at him.

I give Chris credit, he did not get pissed. He stuck with the facts. "I traded Mom to Sean for his mom. I wasn't thinking. I did not think about how to manage that with a MILF Sonny had not initiated for me." He shook his head. "I really screwed up but Sonny, he came over and fixed it. He is going to fix it so I fuck Mrs. Favors. Meanwhile, no Laura Wills for me. Sean gets her. He is over there right now, pounding her. He has been there all week. His mom comes home after New Years. Sonny is going to arrange for her to uh fuck me...somehow." The last sounded lame and it was.

"Fuck a Phoenician," Brent breathed. "Mrs. Lydia Favors? That Mrs. Favors?"

Chris nodded.

Brent looked at me. "Buddy, you gotta include me in that. I got nothing to trade that you don't already have but fuck me, if Lydia Favors fucks, I want a place in line."

Sammy looked mystified.

Landon did not. He had the worst look of confusion and double-mindedness on his face I had ever seen.

Chris looked over at me, an inquiring look on his face.

I shrugged. "She is a MILF. If I fuck her and I will, if I can, and if it works for her particular brand of kink, I'll share. Chris won't mind, will you, Chris?"

He shook his head immediately, taking no umbrage at my bland assertion. But then this new Chris shot back, "If I fuck Tawny, and I bet she will, I'll share her too."

The room went silent and still, but for the action on the TV, mostly worthless but utterly forgotten. Everyone was open-mouthed, gaping at this new Chris I had come to know but was just coming out to them. I doubt the other guys would have been more surprised if he had announced he was gay and would suck our cocks for a quarter.

"Jesus, Chris. You could have gone all day and not said that." Landon muttered.

Then Chris said what everyone of my friends had been thinking since the first moment the MILF list appeared on our collective radars. "Who wouldn't want to fuck Sonny's sisters and his mom together? I mean, who are we kidding? Really. If you had the chance to do Cici Duncan and Tawny or Dalia or Georgia, would you hesitate?" His eyes were arctic hard.

"There it is." Landon mumbled then he bowed his head. "Let me tell you, doing your girl and your mother at the same time is fucking awesome!"

I shook my head. The MILF list was changing everybody. Okay, Sammy and Brent seemed constant but that, I suspected was just lack of opportunity, not part of a coherent plan. As if on cue, everyone looked at me.

"So, Sonny? What about your sisters? Do you think they would fuck us?" Chris asked.

For a moment I almost cracked and told all. The old Sonny Duncan would have for sure. Then I almost made an entirely different mistake. I almost started to barter, which would have told them—Landon at least—that my sisters were in the mix already. I caught myself just before I opened the bidding and showed my hand, or my cock as it were. Instead, feeling proud of my self-restraint and elan, I said this instead. "Chris, why don't you see if you can fuck her first. Then, and only then we'll worry about the rest of it." Then I did something I might should have avoided. "I got to fuck your aunts, I don't see why I should be upset about you fucking my sister. At least one of them. I already told you she'd surely fuck you. Its no big deal. But the rest of it, lets just take one step at a time." I fixed my eyes on Chris. "I am taking D. Debra Hamilton to the New Year's party too. So I imagine we'll see you there." I looked around at the other guys. "If you want to try fucking my sisters, tell me. I'll help." I smiled a smile that felt just like a tight mask on my face. "Doing the mother-daughter thing would be awesome, wouldn't it?" My grin mask melted and became real, genuine and heartfelt. The idea of my sisters and mother laying down for me...at the same time, it warmed the cockles of my heart.

Silence. No one moved.

Chris spoke into he silence. "Sean says he thinks Sonny can get his sister while he is at it. We can warm up on Mrs. Favors and Quilla. He thinks Quill would like doing two guys at once."

"Three is better than two." Landon said surprising me.

"Five is way better than three." Sammy added, his voice tight with anticipation, and that did not surprise me.

I nodded. "Five is far better than three." I agreed.

For a while we all sat staring at the TV. No one spoke. Finally, Landon drained his beer and stood up. "I have to go. Maybe we'll do New Year's at my house." He said. He looked around, daring anyone to suggest something. No one did.

Personally, I doubted if Kyla would let that opportunity pass her by for another double penetration. Maybe she had converted Darlene. Who could say?

For a long moment no one moved or spoke. The subject had shifted from Cici Duncan and daughters to Kyla and her magic ass. Landon nodded and left. The other guys left shortly thereafter, the game still in progress. The bets on the game went unresolved. I kept the money. Closing the door after they left I crept upstairs. Down to Tawny's room, I moved softly and cracked the door. Her bed was empty. I felt that twinge, that thrill that runs through you just as you realize that the woman you have been pursing has stopped running, is unfastening her bra or getting to her knees or has laid down on the bed and lifted her dress. A woman's invitation is a dream come true!

I had not been after Tawny like that but I had the sure sense that this was over, this first scene with my sisters. Tawny's time under me, my time between her sweet legs...it was over. I was handing her to Chris and I knew in the depths of my heart that she would wind up on his contraption, howling with orgasm as he or some other slinging dick hammered her. I felt both emotions; the thrill of the thrill she would get and the possessive desire to keep her all to myself—but that would never work with my other two sisters. I knew I could not remain devoted to her pleasure and exclude Dalia and Georgia; they would never stand for it and generous Tawny would be uneasy with it if I tried. I felt acutely this end with her, as though it might truly be the last time I had to mount her. That moment at her door, realizing that she must be napping on mom's bed, the invitation was tacit but unmistakable—"Come fuck me" she was saying, even pleading. She did not know the rabbit hole she was falling into.

I walked less carefully down to mom's room. In the gloom, I could make her out, a slight form under the comforter. The light from the hall caught her face, eyes closed and head turned, a single—bare—arm outflung beside her head. Her beauty took my breath a way. She stirred and turned, leaving the slice of light, leaving only her neck and the roof of her chest. I noticed her clothes forming a little trail from the door to the bed. I mimicked it but to the other side of the bed. Nude, I stared down at her and absorbed this view. I slipped into the bed with her and pressed my chilled naked body against hers.

She roused only slightly, melting into my arms, pressing her ass against my hard cock. "Oh Sonny." She whispered, her voice soft like velvet. I waited but she spoke nothing else but relaxed into my embrace. My sister, naked and asleep, snorted and settled back into her dreams. With my hard cock braced against her lithe back, I followed her to sleep.

I woke next to my sister and she was moaning. Fear lanced through me for there was ragged anguish in her voice. Her body rocked against me, a small hand found my bare hip and clinched, squeezing down onto me. "Oh, oh Sonny." She sighed and rolled against me, onto her back. Her hand found my cock. "Yes, Sonny. Yes, please. Please, Sonny." She whispered.

I honestly did not know if she was dreaming or not. If she was dreaming, this was the moment when I could make her dream come true, with emphasis on "come." I moved over her, knee-stepping between her legs. They parted, making room to accommodate me.

"Oh? Oh, yes. Oh, yes, Sonny." That voice was awake and aware.

Tawny's hand found my cock again and she directed me to her molten center. When I pressed into her, my sweet sister cried out, her body tensing as I penetrated her. She was smooth, open, soft, and slick with pending satisfaction. Deep into her I sank, pressing down till I was firmly rooted in her body. She hissed and then we were both still.

I lifted my head from beside hers and she turned to face up to me. Our lips met, my cock seemed to swell, pulsing inside of her and her hips lifted a bit. I shifted a millimeter deeper but in doing so, a flood of new, surpassingly fine pleasure flooded through me. I groaned. Tawny moaned.

"Oh god, I love you inside of me," Tawny breathed into my face. "I have never felt it like this. I love you, Sonny."

I suddenly felt guilty because I was going to give her to my friends...but on the heels of that guilty thought was the next one, more reassuring and exciting. She was going to get the treatment, the experience few women could ever have, airtight, double teamed, used by well-meaning men who would take their pleasure from her and give her back in kind, double or triple-fold. For now, however, I was going to make love to my sister.

I lifted my ass up and then gently lowered my body back onto hers. The pleasure of parting her pussy with my cock again flashed and flooded, welling up in me, washing through my body. There are some moments, simple, profound moments that you remember for all your life. This was one of them. In the darkness, my sister's heels hooked behind my knees, my pelvic bone grinding down onto hers and my cock lodged deep in her body, when I kissed her again and her hands found my face and combined a gentle grasp with a caress...that was a moment that would forever remain there, emblazoned in my mind. We kissed deeply and carefully, gently and intensely while our bodies cinched together, vibrating with the mutual pleasure the joining yielded to us both.

When the everlasting kiss ended, I groaned and rose up over her. The streetlights had come on and in the spangled darkness I could just make out my sister's face. Her eyes glittered. I kissed her lightly on the lips and lifted up to stare down at her.

"What's wrong, Sonny?"

"This is it." I whispered.

"What? What do you mean?" Her voice twanged.

I felt the tension rifle through her. I hated this but I had to make the conversion. "I gave you to Chris." I said. "I told him to fuck you...if he could. That is entirely up to you."

Her head turned away from me.

I kissed her exposed neck.

"Fuck me, Sonny. Make me come." She whispered back, her voice cracking and quiet.

I wanted to respond but there were no words. She understood. I got to my hands and reared up and hammered into her. She grunted. I repeated it, hammering her as hard as I could and her body buckled beneath me, her head turned towards me and she arched her back, ramming her pussy up at me as I slammed down into and onto her again.