Extending the MILF List Ch. 06

"Favorite red head. Oh yeah. Sean's Mom."

Sean! That was his name. "Tell Sean that he is going to get a little experience that will help him when it is time to do her. I need to know that he will stick to the sticking place if he is screwed just right."

"MacBeth." Chris muttered.

"Fuck off."

"Screw himself to the sticking place." Chris added.

"Whatever. Got it?"

"Whatever you say, Sonny."

The old, compliant Chris appeared less and less. "Listen, Chris, you can do what you want. I'll come get them if you don't want..."

"No, Sonny. Sorry. I don't like being ordered around. Not any more. Since I got Mom, I like it a lot less than she does and ordering her around, it just makes me sensitive when someone assumes I am the guy who does what he's told."

I understood. "The more flexible you are the broader your appeal." I muttered.

"What?" Chris asked.

I repeated myself.

For a moment, he did not respond. Finally he spoke and his voice was strong but relaxed. "What do I do with Mom?"

"Do you need to do something with her? She might like the alone time."

"Okay. Think that is wise?"

"Fine. You have cuffs, right?"

Pause. Pause. Pause. "Yes."

"Hook her up to her bed. Make sure she is more or less comfortable. We'll be a while over here, I think. Or do nothing. I don't really care. Sean is taking care of her for the moment, I think."

"I think he scares her."

"I think she likes the feeling of falling, of being out of control. That is what makes her wet. There are lots of little ways to appeal to that and she likes it that I have found several of them."

"You do seem to have something...a connection to her I cannot replicate."

"She's your mom, Chris. I'll never duplicate or replace that. Hook her up if you want, but she's still Sean's. Have Sean do it." I hesitated but then said, "Leave it up to Sean, now that I think about it. She is his for the moment." I was talking to a dead phone so I did not know if he hear anything.

I guess I found his perfect inclination and told him to do it. If you tell people to do what they want, they tend not to notice. Then it becomes a habit and they obey more easily once you need them to do something they don't really want to do. The trick of good leaders is to know what people want to do and then a true leader, an effective leader will order them to do that. I was still learning.

I dialed Annie.

"Hello Mr. Duncan." Her voice rasped, sexy and rough.

"Happy New Year, Mrs. Kingston."

"Not my new year." Annie growled. "What you want?"

"We want to fuck you, Annie."

"We?" Her voice twittered with interest.

"Me and the guys. We have neglected you. I thought maybe we could start the new year with a piece of Annie. What do you think?"

"Yes." She said, her voice clipped and definitive. "You neglect Annie."

"Mrs. Kingston, dress nice. Really nice. Do you have something white? Something that you do not mind getting dirty, maybe torn."

"Oh goodness." Annie breathed into the phone. "I have."

"Good. Wear that. Look your best. Like you are good enough to eat, if you get my meaning."

"I get." She mumbled, her voice thickened, becoming almost guttural.

"Chris will pick you up in half an hour or so. Be ready. No funny business till you get here."

"Funny beeness?"

"No kissing, sucking, or fucking. No touching anyone."

"Sucking and fucking? Not? Okay. No sucking or fucking. You fuck Annie? Not till you fuck Annie?"

I smirked, to myself as it were. "Not till I fuck you, right. All teasing. See you soon."

Funny how seeing your own predicament in someone else makes it easier to see a way out of your own. Landon was pussy-struck and it did not fit him well. I doubt it fit me any better. Thank goodness I had sisters and MILFs that shook me loose or I would have woke up and found I was forty-four with four kids and wondered what the fuck happened to my life. If I get married or have kids, I want to stay awake to enjoy it, not go numb into that great good night.

I took out my wallet and found the card I sought. I still had it. I went into the other room and told the guys I had another call to make, got my beer and went back into the kitchen.

I dialed the number.

"Yeah?" The harsh voice that answered chilled the passion of my conviction. I swallowed and continued, seeing clearly what I wanted to do.

"Rodney? Is this Rodney Allan."

"Who the fuck is this."

"Sonny Duncan. You remember from last..."

His voice changed. "Sonny? Sure, hey, what's shakin'?"

Now he sounded almost friendly, like the other night. I relaxed a little. "The other night, you said you'd help me with pussy? I need some help."

Silence.

I spoke into it, scared I had lost him by being too abrupt. He seemed that sort of guy, no fucking around. Get to it or get off it. Something some people said they wanted and didn't, dished it out but couldn't take it. I could not tell if I had blown a fuse or not. "I know, you said MILFs but I have a pussy that should be right down your lane."

"Yeah?" Casual, guarded interest in his voice told me he may have been being polite.

"Listen, if I misunderstood...?"

"She blond?" He asked.

"Blond."

"Skinny?"

"Hardly. Built like a brick shithouse."

"Uh huh. Why are you asking me to fuck someone for you built like a brick shithouse? Seems like you should be tapping that your own bad self!"

Good question. I needed a good answer. "Good question." I stalled. I opted for the truth. "She wants to fuck my friends Before she agrees to fuck me, she wants to fuck my friends. It has something to do with jealousy but honestly, I cannot tell if she wants me to be jealous or wants to be sure I won't be. She, she wants to fuck my friends and she wants me to watch. She says, she says that gives her an additional thrill, knowing I am there, watching her. I want to know what that means before I hand her off to one of my closer friends."

The guy was silent. I think I hit him where he lived. He understood the thrill of being watched. Did he ever! "I ain't your friend."

"No? So I have the wrong guy?"

"Don't know. You have a girl that wants to fuck your friends?"

"She is teasing me, Rodney." I remembered is nickname. "Laydon," I amended. "She is fucking with me. I think she figures I will back out. She is counting on me giving her everything she wants and if I don't, she will use that as her excuse to refuse me anything I want."

"You really ain't boning her then, are you?" Rodney was a smart guy.

"No. Not so much. She has me eat her whenever she wants."

"Fuck me, she has a ring in your nose."

That obvious? "Well, you might say that."

"I did say that."

I waited to see if he was going to say more. He did.

"Why me?"

"I thought you might like her. She might like you."

"And you get a gold star?"

"One of many but maybe the one that puts me over the top."

"So you are doing this so maybe you can get a piece for yourself?"

"Not the first time, Laydon."

"You ain't trying to trade me for my sister, are you buddy?"

Ah, there was the suspicion that made this such a long conversation. I'd expected a quick yes after my success with Laura Wills. Now I understood his guarded attitude. "Dude, if Ahmay wanted me, I'd do her in a New York minute." I stopped, wanting to be more effusive but avoiding it.

Rodney grunted.

I waited.

"Well, that's honest. Not many guys would say it to my face though."

"I never kid about pussy, Rodney." I said. I meant it. Suddenly I had a new rule to live by: never kid about pussy. I smiled to myself. Truer words.

"Okay, that makes sense. Blond you say? Built?"

I had him. "Thursday, maybe four-thirty or so. We'll be there by four I think. You can give her a look see before I introduce you if you get there early."

"Get where?"

"Thurstons. Know the place?"

"I do. Nice place for bimbo clothes."

"That's the place. She wants to fuck in their dressing room."

"Okay. Thursday at four. I'll be there. If she is a dog..." Here he chuckled. "I was going to say we'd be even but in fact, you are one blond ahead. But you are doing Mrs. Honeywell, so it is not like you are doing without. Even if this one is a dog, I might owe you anyway. That other blond, she did like Laydon's cock." He laughed again. "And his cock did like her. And, I should be honest with you, Ahmay appreciated how you uh, how you, what you let her see that day. She has asked me several times if I have seen Mrs. Honeywell. My sister, she is a little confused about the whole sex thing. I like pussy but Ahmay, she might like pussy too but she is still hooked into the whole cock thing. I have told her not to do anything till she knows. She liked you though, Duncan. I know that but I am pretty sure she doesn't. Know she likes you, I mean. Until she does, Sonny, you fucking leave her alone."

"How can I tell?" I could not help it. The idea that she liked me and didn't know it made me high. Jesus, Ahmay Allan! I'll never get married. I have sexual ADD; not really, I am always with whichever woman is within arms length but I confess that shiny and new is always interesting.

"Brother, if my sister figures out she likes you, you will find it unmistakable. She has my subtlety but it is hidden by her shyness. No help for that. Listen, gotta run, Sonny. I'll do this favor for your and then we'll see. I might know some sistas who want a taste of white boy dick and yours would be fine. It might be good to have you to dangle in front of a couple of them. You...I see you sharing and I am beginning to think you might have something there. See ya Thursday."

I was not sure I liked being dangled but it seemed like my action had gotten me past Rodney's natural suspicion. With a sister like Ahmay...I could not finish that thought. There was a gift that would keep on giving. I ended up thinking about Tawny liking New Year's Eve. It would be just she and I the rest of the week with Dalia and Nova were in Florida. Oh, that did not bode well. I didn't like the idea of dodging Chris while screwing my own sister. I shook my head. Better stick to my own rules. Or not, but I'd promised Georgia, but she wanted the airtight experience...my how things did get complicated. I had not seen anything yet.

I sauntered back into the living room just as Kyla appeared from upstairs.

"Sonny Duncan!" She spoke sharply.

I looked up. Now I had a handle on the situation, I could assert myself. "Shut up, Mrs. Clark and go back up stairs or we'll tie you to a chair and you can watch all afternoon. We'll fuck Darlene into a puddle of goo and leave you untouched and untainted. We're waiting for Chris. Now leave us alone."

Kyla got the look I expected, the one that suggested she wanted to spit something back at me mixed well with the very real conviction that I would do what I said. She knew things. She bit her upper lip and turned and stomped back up the stairs.

Landon stood up, walked over to me and shook my hand. "Fuck Sonny, I have been trying to cool her jets for weeks but shit, it is hard..."

"It's hard when you're hard." Sammy chimed in.

Landon looked over at Sammy and then nodded. "Yeah, when you are hard it is difficult to think straight all the time and the fucking bimbos take advantage of that. We're waiting for Chris, then?"

I nodded and we sat down to watch the game. It was weird, sitting there talking football, knowing that we were all thinking of the two women upstairs. I was mildly surprised that one of us did not run upstairs screaming. We didn't. We watched the Cotton Bowl till Chris arrived.

We heard them arrive, only I knew who was coming in the door. The first in was Annie. The bitch was dressed to the nines. Her hair was fancy fluffed, lipstick and flash lashes, eye shadow and a little midriff thing that did not cover her belly button and a short skirt that showed off her lean legs to great effect. She looked years younger, which in a Chinese woman is an accomplishment, they all look young or like old ladies, "buckets" as the Chinese say.

Sammy whistled.

"Jesus, Sonny, what are you trying to do? Start a war?" Brent spoke what the others were thinking.

I patted the air in his direction. "Trust me. Landon needs a break here."

Then came Sean Favors.

"Shit, its Sean Favors!" Landon sounded genuinely pleased. He got to his feet and met the guy at the door, shaking his hand. He then turned and looked at me. The significance of the guy's presence penetrated his awareness. "Sonny? You didn't mention that Sean was coming over."

"No. I didn't."

"Why not?" Landon asked, confusion written on his face.

I shrugged. "Sean is the one that is doing Laura Wills. They are having a torrid affair and he is fucking her silly. Has been for what, two, three weeks?"

Sean shook his gangly head. "Since Christmas, only." He said. "I did her the first time Christmas night. You gave her to me the next day."

Everyone looked at me.

"You gave her away?" Brent asked, archly.

I shrugged again. "Seemed like the thing to do. Landon, go get the girls. Wait, before you go, you need to know the score."

Annie had come over and stood beside my chair. I stood up, kissed her offered cheek. "We are going to fuck Annie today. No one else. Except maybe Sean, I mean he might fuck someone besides Annie just because he doesn't know any better. Landon, you are getting pussy whacked and I cannot blame you. Chris can tell you I have bruises on my ego from pussy too. So does he. It stops now. For you, today. We are going to put the girls...shit, Chris, you don't happen to have any cuffs in your car? Three pairs?"

He shook his head. "Used them up on Mom." He smirked at Sean who blushed.

"Shit."

"I have three in my trunk." Sammy spoke up.

I looked over him and he looked like he just ate the goose that laid the golden egg. "Get them." He stood up. "In a minute. We'll cuff the girls upstairs and tell them we'll all visit the one we want. Free will, no coercion, no seduction, just straight up cock voting."

"And we'll all do Annie and leave Darlene and Mrs. Clark dangling, unattended." Brent filled in the blanks for us.

"Except Sean. He can do them as much as he wants, or not at all." I looked at Landon. He was looking particularly uncomfortable and I understood the moment he glanced askance at Sean. I gestured at Sean, "We are going to help Sean fuck his mother. That's why he's here. Have you seen Mrs. Favors?"

"Fuck me? You mean Lydia Favors?"

"Hey, I thought it would just be you." Sean said.

I looked at him. "You can leave if you want. If you share, you share a like. He has volunteered Quilla, his sister, too. Just to be sure he is contributing to the pussy pool adequately. It is not his fault he's here, our man Chris sort of invited him in. You can leave, Sean, but we will still fuck your mother. So...either way. Its up to you."

Sean was eying Annie Kingston. When the silence penetrated to his brain, he looked at me. He shrugged. "Sonny, do you really think I am going to turn down a chance to do that woman?" He indicated Annie. "I'd sooner cut off my left nut."

Annie fairly preened.

I pointed at Sammy. "Cuffs." And at Landon, "go get Kyla and Darlene." I made a mental note that Mrs. Favors needed to be fucked soon or Sean would have us all at some disadvantage. I'd start with Quilla, though, even though I had not seen her. Red heads, hmm, something new. I had yet to work out how, though. I would, I was motivated.

"What is the meaning of this?" Kyla asked, indignantly when she was half way down the stairs. Then she saw Annie and she went silent. Darlene came down behind her and looked vaguely amused. I hoped dear Darlene was not going to get the flaccid end of the deal because Kyla was being a butt.

"Chris brought Mrs. Kingston, thinking that blowjobs and football went together." I announced. Annie started to get to her knees but I held her upright. "So, you can see, we have a bit of confusion here. So I propose that we cuff each of you girls in a room upstairs and we'll vote with our dicks. One at a time. If you want to fuck them all, and you can, then fine. Otherwise, fuck the one you want. Whoever gets the most votes from our dicks will get double teamed till she screams uncle. The other two, they have to watch."

I could see on Darlene's face the mixture of eagerness and dread. She had been here before.

Kyla just looked irked. "What about the cock sucking contest?"

"After we figure out the fucking winner." I said, my gaze boring into her angry eyes. I held my gaze till she broke eye contact and looked at Annie.

Annie was impassive but her eyes twinkled with smugness. She batted her eyes at me and smiled, showing her perfect, white teeth. She licked her lips. She did not even need to speak. I knew what that bitch was thinking.

"Fuck that, Sonny, I wanted to start the year..." Kyla began.

"If you don't like it, we can go to my place." I said. "My mom is gone and most of my sister's are out of town."

Kyla realized I wasn't playing. She clamped her mouth shut. She had been using her son and he had been letting her. I was going to end that right here and right now.

I pointed at Landon. "Hook them up. Shut the doors of the rooms they're in and leave all the others open. We'll vote behind closed doors. Then its ass and cunt the rest of the day."

Everyone looked around at everyone else. Finally, Landon stood up and took the four pairs of cuffs from Sammy. "You have keys for them all?" Landon asked dubiously.

Sammy nodded, got up and opened each cuff. He tossed the keys on a ring to me. Landon nodded. "Ladies." He gestured towards the stairway. The three women, all dressed in white trooped upstairs. High heels and bare legs held our attention till they were out of sight.

"Shit, Sonny. Thanks for including me. Is that really Darlene Emerson?" Sean spoke first into the chilly silence.

"That's Landon's girlfriend." Brent said.

"And Landon's mother." Chris added.

Sean looked at me. "You said..."

I shrugged. "If you want. I would not blame you. The rest of us, we're doing Annie. We sort of owe her and I certainly do."

"I won't kick her out of bed for eating crackers," Sean muttered.

I nodded. My afternoon looked set.

Landon came down.

"Which room is Annie in?"

"First on the left. Mom and Darlene, er, Kyla and Darlene are on the right."

I nodded.

Landon looked at me, his face a mixture of misgiving and lust. "Sonny, you go first. Annie asked for you to come up and do her first. She, I think she really likes you."

I shrugged. "They all do."

I turned to go upstairs but Brent's phone rang. I turned to look at him and caught the look of horror on his face. I stopped and waited for him to get off the phone. The other guys were watching me.

Brent lowered the phone. "Mom is dropping Aunt Norma off." He said slowly.

"The Aunt Norma?" Sammy asked.

Brent nodded. "The Aunt Norma. The one that beat us all at pool several years ago."

"The tease?" Chris growled.

I looked at him. "Everyone woman is a tease, Chris, right up until you get them on their backs." I felt a lurch in my gut. I hated talking that way. I liked all these women I was undressing, including and perhaps especially D. Debra. His surliness caught me off-guard and apparently rubbed off. "She flirts. Nothing wrong with that."

Chris glared at me then looked away.

"What do you want me to do?" Brent asked.

We all looked at each other till Sammy spoke up, "Shit, does she suck cock, Brent? Maybe we should have a contest after all?"

He and I knew the answer to that, I wanted to pop Sammy on the noggin for putting Brent on the spot. He seemed unfazed though.