Extending the MILF List Ch. 07

"You fucky fucky Annie's ass." She said in pidgin English, looking impishly around at me. She got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I followed and we took a quick collegial shower. Toweling off, the exertion of shoving all the snow finally caught up to me and I wobbled to the bed and lay down. I went out like a light.

When I woke, it was dusk, or it seemed like it was dim that way. I walked around the house looking for Anne. I finally checked the garage. The door was open and snow had blown in. Her car was gone. I stood looking at the empty place in the garage and the falling snow for a moment before I realized I was naked. I shut the door and went back into the house. I did not understand why she left but there was something perfect about leaving well enough alone. She understood what I merely suspected. Our conjugation had been perfect and nothing else could be added. She had what he dreamed of and now, when the dreams came to her and she came with them, she had a full experience to fill out the details. It was hers and she took it away, back to her private world.

The rest of the night I just vegged, watching movies while the snow continued to fall.

I went to bed late after sleeping through several movies. I woke to the sound of the phone.

"Sonny?" It was Brent. "Dude, dude I need, I need your help."

I was groggy but answered appropriately. "Fuck off. Sleeping."

"No, listen, listen Sonny, I think, I think you should fuck my Aunt."

I woke up. "Me too."

"No really, listen, Sonny, all, all she has talked about is you and Mom, when its just us. She, she says she doesn't believe then she asks if I ever caught you two, you know, doing it."

"Fucking." I said helpfully.

"Yes. She, she wants to know if you are really doing Mom."

"What do you tell her? That, yes, I have but now the line forms behind you?"

"No. No, listen, I think you should...listen, listen I have a plan."

Brent's plans were always overcomplicated and rift with pointless diversions, like he wanted everyone confused. I groaned.

"No, listen, listen. Sammy wants to do some sledding."

"How old are we? Eight?"

"No. No, shut up. I am talking on the toilet and I have to hurry."

"Plead constipation."

"Shut up."

"Brent, what happened? What did you do?"

Silence. "I fucked her." Another pause followed. "Mom, mom knows. I know she knows. She, she knows."

"Ah. Does Aunt Norma know sister dear saw you fucking her?"

"No. No, but Aunt Norma, she, she insisted that, that..."

"That what, Brent?"

"That...she said you asked if we were having sex. Did you ask her that?"

I was pretty sure he'd switched questions right there. "I did. She didn't answer."

"Well, if you are so curious, we did. She, we drank wine last night and Mom conked out. We did it right there in the room, under a blanket. Aunt Norma sucked me and then fucked me."

"And you are calling me why?"

"She won't fuck me again until she knows for sure that Mom is fucking you."

I thought about that. "Oh, really. Why is that, do you suppose?"

Brent did not answer immediately but I could hear him grunting. Fuck me! That grosses you out when your just wake up. Then his voice said, "Go away. I'll be out in a minute." After a moment, in a loud whisper. "Sonny, I have to go."

"No. Tell me why Aunt Norma is interested..."

"Okay. Fuck. She wants us to do her, both of us. She told me. She said she has had a fantasy about two guys at once and this is her chance and she isn't going to fuck it up but she won't do it if you are doing Mom."

"Won't? As in will not?"

"Right. She, she doesn't want to cheat Mom out of a young buck like you. Her words."

I wondered what her game was but Brent launched into his plan. "You meet me at the Camel hills and I'll take you back to the house and you can do Mom. I'll bring Aunt Norma back and she can catch you."

"I don't have a car."

"Oh. Crap."

"Where is Aunt Norma going?"

"She wants to go shopping. She got stir crazy being stuck in the house with the storm and all."

I sat up. The sun was shining and it looked cold. "And your Mom? What is she doing?"

"Still asleep. She likely won't feel too well when she wakes up."

"Uh huh. Why don't you come get me and then you can drop Aunt Norma at the mall. You can take me back and..."

"Why don't I just drop you at the house. That way Aunt Norma knows..."

"Let's do it my way. I, I have a plan."

"Uh oh. How soon can you be ready?"

We finished arranging and I jumped out of bed and dashed downstairs to grab something to eat. I tried scrambling eggs and burnt them. I ate them anyway with a sausage. I had just put the dishes away when Brent pulled up.

I locked the front door and skittered out to the street, noting the six additional inches of new snow on my drive, showing the vague drive lines of Annie's car. Brent waved me around to the front seat. Aunt Norma was in the back. She sat up behind us and said softly.

"Welsher."

I twisted around to look at her. She didn't look the least bit guilty. I glanced at Brent. His face was red. Something was going on, I felt it in the cockles of my heart and the heart of my cock, too, for that matter. I deflected.

"Want me to pay off now, Mrs. Spilletti?"

She deflected back. "Another time. Brent's driving and I want to make it to the mall in one piece."

I almost said something about a piece of what but felt that was too much too soon. We dropped Norma, checked phones and agreed we'd call her when we were ready to go and meet at the main entrance where we let her off. Everything seemed according to Hoyle. Except after Aunt Norma disappeared into the mall, Brent took me back towards his place.

"Where you going?"

"You forgot already? You are supposed to get caught doing Mom."

"Is she expecting me?" I asked and when Brent flushed up to the tops of his big flappy ears I knew something was up. I waited, I wanted to see just what was what.

"Well, er, no. Not exactly. You know mom, she, she drank a little last night and she was still in the sack when we left."

"So, this is your idea? Take me home."

"No, listen Sonny, really hold on!"

"What, Brent?"

"Hey, I am begging you to go fuck my mom, why are you being a butt?"

"I am borrowing Landon's suspicious nature. You have been boning Natasha and now you want me to? I figured she was getting what she wanted from you and I had no stake in the game."

"I, she has, I mean...shit." We slid around a corner and Brent frantically kept us from running into a parked car that looked like a cupcake decorated by a minimalist. He got us stopped and eased into the clear space by a cleared circle drive and stopped. "I, listen, listen, Sonny, this is..." He stopped and shook his head. Brent is a terrible liar. "Listen, Aunt Norma no more believes you are going sledding than...than...than...she believes you are having an affair with Mom." He stopped, looking confused.

"Brent, that is a contradiction. Which is it?"

Brent finally looked at me. "Ok, listen, listen, she, Aunt Norma, she didn't fuck me last night, I mean not really. I got her cornered in the kitchen and put my hands under her sweater and she stomped on my foot and told me to stop it. Then, then she said if she could find out if Mom was really, really having an affair with you, she'd, she said she'd show me her tits."

I nodded somberly. "So all that about her blowing you and all, that was just bull?"

Brent nodded. "I, well, yes. It was. I'm sorry but everyone else seems to be getting laid by someone besides mommy dearest and my Mom has a bone in my nose. God, she is so jealous."

I had the flash of a great idea. Brent between D. Debra's legs, voting away and Natasha walks in on us. Whatever her reaction, I drag her into the other room and do her while D. Debra does Brent. I liked the idea but I had a ways to go before I sleep, so I put that out of my mind, well, I put a pin in it.

"So? What is your idea?"

"You go do Mom. She, she doesn't know you are coming and, I, well I thought you could do her like you did before, you know, that night when I did your Mom at your house? When we switched mothers? She, she talks about that as though it wasn't you, and she always gets so excited, so aroused when she discusses it and when I get in her, she is so hot. I mean, god, she treasures that memory of us both doing her when she thought she was being rumbled incognito by a stranger in her bedroom. I just thought, reproduce that and boom! She'll have a good time with you, without me, and maybe Norma catches you."

"Aunt Norma?"

He nodded. "Right, Aunt Norma."

"Then what, genius? Norma takes pictures and posts them to her Facebook?"

Brent looked blank. "Oh, yeah."

I gestured at the street just as a snow plow slopped by. "Drive. I'll figure something out." I already had. As we approached his house, I asked, "How am I going to get in?"

"I'll open the garage door and you can sneak in."

"Don't you think she'll hear that?"

For a smart guy, Brent had real problems with the real world sometimes. "Oh. Yeah."

"Open it. Run in, tell her your forgot your balaclava and run out. I'll wait till you are gone and then, boom. Natasha gets what she loves!"

"She loves me, that's the problem."

"Just shut up. Unless you want to be the one to get caught."

"No."

"Then open the fucking door. Time's wasting." I spoke more harshly than I liked. I was so confused about who knew what, I figured the best way to sort it out was to fuck Natasha and see what happened next. The time with Anne Kingston had left me panting for more pussy. Funny how a leisurely day fucking can do that, leave you needing something a little more energetic. I was stone hard when the garage door opened and Brent drove in besides his Mom's car."

He left his car running and dashed to the door, to ensure that Natasha did not look to see who was parking in her garage. Just in case, I moved around her car into the gloom. Moments later Brent appeared. "Hey, you know what, I did forget my balaclava!"

"Quiet! Shesh!"

He nodded, jumped in his car and drove away. When the garage door was closed and the automatic light went off, I moved to the door and listened. I cursed, thinking I should have asked Brent more about the lay of the land. I chuckled to myself, thinking, the lay of Natasha. I had one of those moments, standing there in the inky darkness. One of my best friends had just arranged for me to fuck his mother. I shook my head. I kept expecting to wake up, to find that the women I had mounted were all in my imagination and, boo! I woke up! That would be the end of my story. I even pinched myself. Hard. I am pretty sure I was wide awake when I opened the door to the kitchen and slipped into the Rossini house.

I stopped and listened.

I shook my head. Perfect! Fucking perfect! I heard the shower from deep in the house. I slipped out of my wet sneakers and padded through the half-lit house towards Natasha Rossini's room. The door was ajar and I listened for a moment.

Good thing I did because after a moment, I heard tuneless humming and saw a shadow flit by the door. I pulled back out of the shaft of light. The sound of a running shower came clearly to me and through it a clattering roar, I heard Natasha humming in her bedroom.

I put a hand to the door and pushed it open a little, just a little. I saw Natasha standing by her bed, nude but for panties that framed her ass. She turned just a bit and her profile appeared, breasts swaying before her, wavering like wheat in the field, gently moving as though before a healthy wind. I pulled back from the door. She turned to the door and stared at it, at me in the darkness for a moment and then came toward me.

I had my explanation all ready but she just pushed it closed. I was completely still. Despite the fact that being caught only meant I'd fuck her anyway, I still found my heart hammering in my chest. I crept to the door just as I heard the door on her shower squeak open and slam closed. I gently opened the door and crept into the room. I went to the bathroom door and peered into the bath. I could see the smear of nude female through the steamy glass.

I quickly stripped, trying to remember if I was naked when I accosted her in her closet that last time. God, it was cold in her room. I went to the window and found the fucker was open so I closed it, very carefully. I moved into the closet and found the bulb and unscrewed it. I tested it with the switch to be sure it did not light. Then I waited.

At first, my cock got bored and deflated but then I got to thinking about last time, about Natasha tied up on her bed while I ate her and then fucked her crazy. My cock's renewed interest peaked just when the water went off and I heard Natasha humming again.

A couple minutes later she appeared, framed in the closet door through which I was peering. I pressed back into the clothing, squeezing into dresses, bowing to fit under the shelf above the hanging bar. I cracked my head on the bar before I got the clothing closed before me. I'd stuffed my clothes under the bed so I had to go through with this.

Natasha appeared at the door of the closet and flicked the light switch.

"Shit. Goddamit!" She muttered but came on into the walk-in closet. I waited till she turned her back. She wore one towel around her waist, one wrapped around her head like a Hindu and nothing else. I got my arm around her middle and ended up with a handful of tit. I pulled her off-balance, clamping the other hand towards her mouth but I missed. She struggled mightily at first but then she went completely still.

"Sonny? Is that you?" She said in a neutral voice.

I flipped through my options and remembered my conversation with her. She wanted to have sex with her sister, with her sister and her son. I relaxed a little. "Yes." I said.

"Oh, rats. I had hoped it was...never mind."

I released her. She turned around and looked around. "Did you fuck with the light or do I need a new bulb?"

I screwed it back in and suddenly we were awash in incandescent light.

"Oh my!" Natasha said, staring down at my cock. Her eyes locked there for a moment and then she looked up. She half smiled. "I, I don't know what to say. I feel...this is so weird. I feel guilty. I, I'm glad to see you but I feel guilty that I want you like this, like I am cheating on Brent."

That was too weird so I mostly ignored it. "I am here for Norma. She, she wants to catch us, to know if we are actually having an affair. I was going to tie you up and when she got here, I was going to do her, you know, as the stranger who fucked you before."

"Oh, you could never be him. He, he, there was just something about him that, that you could never reproduce. He just took what he wanted and he made me come over and over and over..."

"I get the picture. So? Shall I pack up my kit bag and go? Or do you want to show your sister you are doing a friendly, neighborhood dick?"

We were both standing looking at each other stark naked. It was fully weird. I think we realized it at the same time. She took my hand, turned off the closet light and led me to the bed. She sat down and pulled me close till she got a good hold on my still very hard cock. She looked up at me with the silly, "do you really want me to do this" look some women get just before they poke your prick in their mouth.

I waited, giving her no response. Well, not really no response because my cock twitched in her hand. Her eyes dropped to it and the silly look changed to determination. She kissed the end of my cock. Something about that moment affected me tremendously. I felt that little kiss course through me like a low voltage current. I felt like a guitar when someone plucks the very first chord of a big, long anticipated concert. It reverberated through me, careening in and out of my consciousness.

Then her lips touched the head of my cock again and the heat glistened about us. Everything went still. Natasha pushed her mouth full of cock, slipping her lips down my shaft very slowly till her face was against my body. She swallowed once around the part in her throat and grunted once before pulling back off of my cock and sitting up straight on the edge of the bed.

My cock suddenly felt very cold.

I moved over her, looping an arm around her torso and dragging her backwards onto her back, onto the bed. She went limp and let me manhandle her across the bed. My cock clanked against her belly. Her tits wobbled against my thighs. Once I had her positioned fully on the bed, I moved down her body and pushed my cock into her. Natasha sighed as her body opened for me. I felt her heat, slick and sticking as I slid past the taut entrance to her body into the convulsing trough of her pussy.

She lifted her knees, widening her legs as I descended through the many layers of pleasure that populated her pussy. She shivered as I pierced her, turning her head to the side and groaning. I came to a stop, my pubic bone bumping against hers. The pleasure of it wound around me and tightened, like a noose. I couldn't breathe for a moment, like I'd forgotten how. Natasha moved her legs then, wrapping them around my back and locking me between her legs in the ultimate form of acceptance. She kissed the side of my neck as I dropped my body onto hers, weight and will, and nailed her to the bed.

"Uhhhgggh!" She groaned as my weight settled onto her chest and stomach. Her hand found my back.

"Is this how you want her to catch us?" I whispered, pumping my hips between her legs a couple times, to make the point.

"Uh, uh, no." She hissed back. "I, I...get off me for a minute. We, we need to think and I cannot think with your cock shoved into my pussy like that."

I did and after a moment in the chill air, we both got under the covers on the bed. She cuddled against me, shivering for a moment. I could not help it, I pushed her onto her back and entered her again. I just put my cock into her and then lay still. "Warmer?" I asked.

"Oh yes. But, but, god, I want you to lick me, kiss my pussy before Norma takes you away from me."

I hunched against the woman under me. "Tell me the truth, this was all your idea, wasn't it?" I lifted up to look down into her eyes. They were abnormally wide, as in wide-eyed innocence.

"What was my idea?"

"Brent did everything but undress me and order me to fuck you." I murmured. "You knew I was coming."

"Please, not yet."

"Feeble. You know what I mean." I waited but apparently Natasha had plunged into this without really thinking it through. Or she didn't want to own up to what she had been thinking. Still, I waited.

Finally she grunted and pushed me to the side, tipping me off her body onto the bed beside her. My cock pulled out of her and I felt the reluctance jerk her body once but then I was laying on my side looking down at her. When she didn't say anything, unwilling to waste a hardon, I got back between her legs and snuggled my little poker back into place inside of her plush body. She lay still till I was well planted inside of her. Her compliance thrilled me, so did her hot pussy, to tell the truth. I then lay on her waiting. Her eyes were closed till she spoke.

"Oh, okay." She began. "Yes, I told Brent what to do while Norma was in the shower. I, what did I tell you the other day, New Year's Day when I called you?"

I decided to get right to it, not pussyfoot around. "You said you wanted to have sex with your sister and asked me to arrange it. Is that what I'm doing here?"

Natasha nodded. She acted so guilty, even with her legs splayed open and my cock jammed into her, she seemed distracted, with something else on her mind. Talk about a blow to a guy's ego.

"Sonny, please, I, I cannot stand it. Brent, all he talks about is Aunt Norma. He, he is crazy to get her into bed with us. Every time in the past week, when I suck him off, he asks if she is going to join us. Finally, finally yesterday afternoon I told him to try to kiss her, try to touch her breasts. He did and she rejected him, mocked him. I, I told him if she did, I'd, I'd ask you to help us. I, I think if you can get her to join us, then, then it will be a short step to get her to join Brent and I."