Extending the MILF List Ch. 10

She nodded again and to put a fine point on it, she bent over his cock and sucked it into her mouth.

Sean looked at me like I'd just added two inched to his cock. Quilla sat up, slurping off his cock, letting the sheet drift off her impressive tits. She saw Laura watching them and got to her feet.

Laura had her blouse on over her bra. Quilla pushed the blouse off her shoulders and mashed her tits through the bra. "Oh god, Sean, we are going to have so much fun with her."

I tapped Quilla on the ass. She looked around at me, suspended in her own private dimension of erotic imagination. "Don't forget your mother. Share."

Quilla nodded.

When I kissed her, it was like she snapped back into our reality. She molded her naked body against my clothes, rubbing herself against me. I continued to kiss her but walked her out into the hall, down it and into Lydia's bedroom. Lydia was laying on the bed. I released Quilla and pushed her towards her mother.

Mother and daughter stared at each other and then fell into a tit-clinching embrace.

I went back to Sean's room. Brent and Sammy followed me out of the bedroom. "Sean, your bed's too small for everyone, bring her." I pointed to Laura. Laura looked at me with such love. She stripped down her skirt and panties and stood naked waiting for Sean to "bring her". He took her by the elbow and followed me down the hall.

In just the time I had been gone, Quilla and her mother had shifted ends and were doing a passable sixty-nine on the bed. "Sean, they're yours for now. When I call, they come and I mean that they go where I say to go. Hear me?"

He nodded, his face aglow, words appearing in his cheeks like marbles but unable to escape.

I pointed at Laura. "Use her up. When you are done with her, take her back home. Not till then. No marks. Every time you enter her, it puts those two deeper in debt, so keep that in mind."

Now he found his voice but even then it squeaked. "Shit, Sonny, on that basis, you'll never get her back."

"I may have to send Chris to collect, her and them. You owe him too, remember."

Sean nodded.

God, but I loved seeing debts paid off. Fuck me, commerce and profit is wonderful. I left them like that, Sean and Laura Wills watching Lydia and Quilla eat each other.

I walked between Brent and Sammy. Annie had already gone downstairs. We huddled there, putting on our coats. "My work here is done." I muttered. "Lets go."

"Thank god, Sonny, I have home work to do." Brent mumbled.

"And Aunt Norma, I suppose."

He grinned and hunched his shoulders. "Mom told me the other night that you put her in a collar and she can't fuck anyone but you now. I think she expected me to get upset but I just grabbed Norma and dragged her to bed. She screamed at the top of her lungs all evening long while I fucked her. God, my Aunt Norma does like to fuck!"

I looked at Sammy but he said nothing. We drove back to Annie's and went our separate ways. I was driving home and realized that Georgia and Dalia should be home or on the way. It started to snow while I was driving. I pulled over and dialed Georgia's phone. She answered immediately.

"No, Sonny. We are not on the way. A storm hit here and they canceled flights overnight. Boris says we'll just stay another week. We were going to work from home to finish up but he is so superstitious, he says this is a sign from God that we shouldn't go home yet."

I could hear the clink and murmur in the background that sounded like a restaurant. "Not coming home yet, then?"

"No. You heard me right. We have been gone six weeks!" She laughed. "Well, its Florida and the company is paying. If, don't take this the wrong way and there are several wrong ways to take it, if Mom was home, we'd have come home but, well, its just you and Tawny and she's getting laid regular, so just you really." Georgia giggled. "I, Dalia tells me to be patient. I, god, I want to come back and, you know, do that thing, but, well, things, they haven't worked out yet. But you're my brother, they'll work out, right?"

"You have other people listening?"

"Yes."

"Ah, well, I'll let you go."

"Right? Right?"

"Of course right. When you come home, you'll be all mine for a whole weekend."

"Oh, sounds, uh, groovy. Looking forward to it. Well, soup's getting cold. Bye now."

I heard the sexual tension in her voice. Okay, I might have imagined it but in the end, what does it matter? I thought it was there, so it was.

I pulled into traffic and drove home. I got home and found a note from Tawny saying she would be at Chris' for the weekend, since his mother was going to be gone. I went to bed. The snow intensified over night and another storm arrived dumping more snow on top of the half-melted layer from the previous weeks. I spent the day studying. I finally broke to make a sandwich about seven. I was starved. I ate and watched a little TV and then cleaned up. I was brain tired but needed to hit it again.

I was about to go up stairs when the door bell rang. I was wrung out. Mrs. Favors and family had taken it out of me last night and I was recharged but still weary. Studying replaced some types of energy and drained others. I was able to concentrate, though and that was good.

The doorbell rang again. I almost turned out the light and played possum but I didn't. I did the social thing and went to the door. I peeked and opened it. "Mrs. Rossini?" I said startled.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, its cold, may, may I come in?"

I nodded and gave way. She hustled past me, stripping off her coat. She was shivering so that did not make a lot of sense to me. She turned to face me, pointing her tits at me. Suddenly I felt terribly tired. I had a feeling and decided to go with it but not energetically.

"Sonny, I can't do it. I can't." She said, her voice was soft but tense. "Brent came home last night smelling of sex. He went to shower and my sister joined him. I had to listen to them. I turned the TV up loud so I couldn't hear but they did not even notice. They went into her bedroom and began having sex. It went on for hours. I mean till after midnight. When they finally quieted down I went to bed. God, it was awful. All I wanted to do was go in and, and, and join them. I woke about five and I could hear her, moaning at the top of her lungs and then finally screaming with ecstasy, announcing to the world that she was coming.

"I got up and went out with Kyla for breakfast. She, she has had similar experiences since she put on the collar."

I stopped her, moving us into the table and gesturing for her to sit down. She did and I poured us each a bourbon. She sipped it gladly.

"Kyla hasn't put on a collar for me yet." I pointed out.

Natasha nodded. "She, she's going to. She told me this morning. She, she said she realized she had put her son in a terrible position and that once she decided to look, she saw the strain on them because of it. She, she felt so guilty, for imposing herself on them but," here Natasha looked at me with her dark eyes. "But she hasn't asked them to, uh, you know, for Landon to sell them together. She said she had become so attuned to having lots of sex, she hoped you could help out in that regard. After, I mean. I think, I think she is really interested in doing the strange. She said, she said she'd put on the collar as soon as she found a way to address it with Darlene and Landon. She really thinks they are good together." She shook her head.

"That is a messy situation, with Darlene's straight-laced mother. Somehow the woman does not seem to notice Darlene is spending nights out. I wonder why? No matter. I, I went shopping after brunch with Kyla and got home about five. The snow had gotten thicker. I walked in and there they were, lying in front of the fire, naked, kissing and while I watched, Brent got between her legs and they began to make love.

"God, I, I don't know what to do! I can hardly object. He has had me too! But, god, I, I felt so terribly jealous, I nearly screamed at him. I almost threw myself at him. I was going to try to join them but, but I, I told him I couldn't."

I nodded. "I know. Brent mentioned it."

Her expression sharpened. "He was with you last night? Oh, thank god."

I nodded. "We had sex with Annie, and with a woman and her daughter."

Natasha's face rippled with emotions, first disappointment, then open curiosity, then chagrin. I could see them clearly in her open expression but I dared not try to connect them, it would be speculation and a lie. Her mouth opened and closed, her eyes jerked high and left in her face. She seemed unable to respond.

It was time to assert myself, but gently. I'd been the understanding guy long enough. "So? Did you do it?"

Natasha looked caught but dissimulated nonetheless. "Do what?" She said. She looked so guilty I almost waited for her squirt out her admission. I didn't.

"Did you have sex with your sister?" I intended to be as belligerently provocative as I could be.

Her cheeks colored. She shook her head.

I reached out and touched her neck, bare of my collar. Hers. "Where is it?"

The blush got worse, on her olive complexion, she got darker not pink.

"I, I left it at home." She said. "I came here because I wanted to, not because you wanted me to."

She sounded so plaintive. I regarded her for a minute, she looked up at me through her dark eyebrows. "What can I do for you?" I asked.

She looked around. "Are you alone?"

I nodded.

"Can I stay with you, tonight, maybe tomorrow night? I, I just cannot go back home. I mean, if its no bother." She flushed a little more, beyond the cold still in her cheeks and the alcohol flush that had joined it. "I, I have decided to put on your collar. I want to be part of your MILF harem."

I shook my head. "Just harem. Not just for MILFs." I smiled softly, matching her wistful mood. "I suppose you can stay tonight at least. I mean, sure. I'd love to have you."

"Have me? You mean...?" Her eyes were so desperate I patted her hand.

"I am sure I mean that, don't you know? My god, Natasha, don't you realize what a desirable a woman you are?"

She shook her head. "I am terrified of what I find I suddenly want. I, I have opened Pandora's box and it turns out it was my box and now I, all I want is something in it." She pulled her hand from mine and buried her face in them. "Oh god, I just want Brent to want me again!"

I shook my head. "The heart has ways the mind knows nothing of." I said softly. "In the meantime, I have work to do. Make yourself at home."

She smiled through tears. "I brought a bag, is that okay?"

I stood up. "I'll get it. Better still, let me park your car inside, out of the snow."

She nodded and handed me the keys. I pulled her car into the garage and went inside. She was cleaning the kitchen. I tried to stop her but she insisted she needed to keep busy. She looked around and said the house needed cleaning.

I kissed her lightly on the lips and went upstairs. If she was going to be here like this, she needed to be able to amuse herself and I had to let her figure that out.

I worked for three more hours before smelling something downstairs. I padded down to see what was baking. Natasha had made cinnamon bread. It was luscious. We shared a few hot pieces and then I took a cup of coffee upstairs and went back to work.

About eleven she came into my room and said she was exhausted and wanted to go to bed. I got her towels and set her up in mom's room.

"You'll sleep with me tonight, Sonny?" She said, one hand laying lightly on my forearm as I was about to leave.

"Of course. You are not safe here." I said with a grin she did not return.

"Make me forget him."

I snorted. "He's your son. That is not likely to happen."

She nodded.

"Nor should it. Treasure what you experienced with him and he'll come back to you eventually."

"But Norma," she protested.

"She has the same restrictions you have. It will run its course. Be patient and let them alone. Your chance will come round again."

Natasha nodded and began to undress.

I left her, unwilling to halt my forward progress.

I came down from the high of accomplishment about one. I realized I was tired. I looked out on the snowy wonderland and shut things down. I had tomorrow. The projects were done but I had gotten behind on more regular work.

I thought about my eCon class and Mrs. Olivette. I had about choked when I saw her strut into class. She was the woman Suzanne seduced and I fucked in the stairwell. Her TA had handled the class till that day and when she walked in, I got hard. I waited the whole class to see if she noticed me but she never did, at least not that I could tell.

I went into the hall bath and showered. The knowledge that Mrs. Rossini was right that moment asleep in my mother's bed aroused me. My toilet completed, I padded naked to the door and slipped inside. I stopped and listened but heard nothing. It was weird because I knew if I woke her up, she'd open up like a bakery and welcome me to her goodies. I stood there, though, imagining I was about to steal from her what she had not freely offered. My heart hammered in my chest despite the sure knowledge that I was imagining this only.

Then I was cold. I danced to the side of the bed and climbed into the bed beside the slumbering woman.

Natasha roused immediately. "Oh, Sonny. Its so late."

That was not an objection, just an observation. She wore pajamas, long flannel pants and a button up shirt. When I kissed her on the mouth she moaned. I kissed down the line of her jaw to her neck. She shivered when I licked her skin.

"Oh god, Sonny." She sighed. "Yes. Please. I need you."

With some rapid shuffling, we got her pants off and I moved between her legs. She widened them to make room and I lay over her. I unbuttoned her shirt, up one slope between her towering breasts and down the other to her lank belly. When it gaped, I nuzzled between them and found a nipple and sucked it between my lips.

Tasha shifted down, reaching for my cock. She pulled me higher on her body. I released her nipple and found her lips. As we kissed, my cock found her opening and blocked it, filled it and sank through it into her luxurious interior. The woman bucked under me, immediately hot and immediately aroused. She bubbled around me like a hot spring, her body pulsing.

Once penetrated, she gasped against my mouth as my cock nudged deeper and deeper into her body. She grunted as I ground our pubic bones together. She lifted her knees to let me sink that last millimeter that made her feel full of cock.

Kissing, we fucked each other. Her body lifting with mine then backing down before crunching up at me while I speared down into her. The slap of our bodies sounded loud but the noise seemed to excite her. Natasha groaned loudly and tore her lips from mine to pant into my ear.

My hands moved down her body and found her plush ass. I gripped it and yanked her onto my cock harder. She hissed, her body melded to mine and then I saw a flash and I erupted, spewing cum into her. She grunted and lay under me, her ass pulsing to meet my pulsing cock, swallowing the gobs of cum I injected into her.

"Oh yes, god, Sonny, thank you!" She whispered. "I, god but I needed that."

I lay panting on her, disoriented by the suddenness of my climax. "You, uh, you didn't come." I whispered.

"But you came fast." She said, delight in her voice. "I made you come fast."

Then I heard it and understood, the pride. I was disappointed, I had intended to make her howl but the orgasm left me lethargic. My cock, the shallow little fuck, got what he wanted and dozed off. I slid off her body and lay face down beside her. She found my hand, tucked it between her legs and we went to sleep.

I fully expected to wake in the night and fuck her again but I woke to an empty bed and the glorious smell of breakfast. I went downstairs, intent on ravishing the woman but she was in such a state of activity, I thought it would be like sticking my cock in a running fan. I decided to ride the crest of her anxiety driven activity.

"You have nothing in the house to eat. I had to glue this together. The eggs are old enough to hatch, I think." She tittered, sitting me down to eat.

She sat across from me and watched me eat waffles and sausage. She fingered her neck. I could tell something was on her mind but she did not speak.

"I am going to the store. Want me to get you something?"

I shook my head.

"If I am going to be living here, I should at least buy some of the food." She rose to start cleaning the kitchen.

I was stunned. Two nights planned had turned into a living arrangement? I shook my head, did she forget I had sisters, three of them all of which were living here? I still had a day's studying to do so I left that for tomorrow. I went up and studied. All day I heard Natasha cleaning and cooking and doing other domestic chores. It needed doing and she was burning off sexual energy so I let her go, feeling vaguely guilty for accepting her work but decided she was using me too so it evened out. Finally about five she settled down with a highball and watched TV. It was then I noticed the glitter of the collar on her neck. I said nothing, just feeling the pride ofo ownership you hear so much about. We had a late supper and after I worked a while longer, we went to bed.

We just cuddled. I, I was uneasy about these terms of our endearment and did not feel sexy at all, contemplating turning her out of the tidy little nest she had created, chilled me and left me unresponsive. In the night, though, she woke me by sucking on my cock and when I was awake, she crawled up my body and mounted me, settling her ass down over my cock, piercing herself with it. Once mounted, she rode me to ecstasy, which for me was straight up and a mile east.

She fucked me to half a dozen mind-blowing orgasms, for her, I mean. I just watched her thrash over me, bucking and shuddering from peak to peak, like microwave signals. I worked under her as best I could which gave her the high half dozen, must have been pretty fair. When she lay over me, smothering me with her tits, I rolled us over and got her onto her back. I pummeled her for a couple minutes, chasing down my skittering orgasm and came into her pussy.

I lay on her chest, propped up on my elbows. Her tits shifted between us, tickling my chest and my fancy. I got hard again to her delight, though she never spoke. Her mood was utterly different from how she usually encountered cock. She seemed oddly familiar while being utterly different. I bent her under me, prying her legs against her chest while I hammered into her.

Natasha never spoke but gasped and sucked air past her teeth, finally bucking with a violent orgasm, a complex thing bent as she was. It seemed to ravish her. She groaned and groaned as I fucked her, unable to move much but feeling acutely the penetration of my cock into her body. I was about to turn her over and do her from behind when my orgasm happened onto us again, stumbling through with fitful spits and spurts, uneven and unsatisfying.

I wanted to keep going but I had an early class. I slid off of her and we returned to sleep, sticky and satisfied for the most part.

The next morning I had that early class and actually beat her out of bed. When I came down from showering her sex perfume off of me, she was just drinking a cup of coffee. She looked up, eyes bleary.

"This may be what if feels like to be fucked to death."

I wondered at that. She had gotten sleep, how did she use such exotic terms. We had sex in the night but she seemed riveted by the experience. I wondered what she was going to do today but left without asking. I got to school and decided I'd forgotten something. Not for school and not from home.