Extending the MILF List Ch. 11

"Shut up." She almost said something else, she leaned towards me than stopped. She wore her luscious amusement like approval.

For a moment I bathed in the light of her smile because it seemed so genuine, so warm, I swear she had a golden aura around her. I was mistaken. A moment later, as her head turned in the light , I saw the hard, malevolent glint in her eyes. It was hard, like onyx and forbidding. I got a chill up my spine.

"Now you must choose. Her or me. Come on."

Reflexively I followed her into the house. My skin was all about running fast and far away. My fucking cock was like a hound dog on a trail, baying for more pussy. I realized when I saw the startled look on Dori's face when she saw us, that my cock was going to be no help. The little genius would take either mother or daughter, or both. Choose? Only greed made that a bad deal and I try not to be greedy. I don't throw fish back once I catch them, though. Choose? Between Dori Hamilton and D. Debra Hamilton? Fuck me! Just when I needed a little discrimination the fucker got all PC on me! He wants both. Christ!

"Dee Dee. Oh, who's this?"

"Drop it mom. He told me everything. I know you mounted him. Another trophy for Dori D. Hamilton's career as a cunt, mounted on your pussy wall, a candidate for your hall of cum."

Dori looked like she'd been slapped. "Honey, please...!" Her eyes shifted to me. "You told her? How could you?"

"Memory mostly and a good vocabulary." I muttered, louder than I intended really.

D. Debra looked back at me and smirked, almost smiling at my malapropism. I think she appreciated my creativity even if it was actually just a huge booger. My cock was distracting me from good sense and normal human survival instinct. I had no real sense of the danger my balls were in and Mr. Cock did not care.

"Mom, fix us drinks why don't you. Something strong. This won't take long, I think."

"What? What won't take long."

"Bourbon, no rocks. It's winter. One for us both. You can have whatever you want, apparently." She looked at me and pointed at a chair at the end of the table facing the kitchen. "Sit."

I'd have fetched if she threw a stick I'm pretty sure. I was happy I wasn't sitting where I was when Dori offered me salad. God, now I have a whole new metaphor. She offered salad and I accepted, fresh with no dressing.

D. Debra sat where I'd sat when I ate her mother. Dori sat down three glasses and poured for her and D. Debra but looked at me. "You legal? I don't want to get in trouble for dispensing alcohol to a minor."

D. Debra smirked. "You fucked him. I am pretty sure letting him have a taste is the least of your worries at this point."

Dori looked scared. "You, are you a minor? Please don't be a minor!"

I glared at D. Debra, then looked back at Dori, er Mrs. Hamilton. "I'll be twenty-one next month." I liked seeing the relief on the woman's face but then resented it. I shave, have hair on my balls and everything. A little anyway, I really thought it should be obvious. I am a man, not a tampon although the similarities are impressive sometimes.

Dori sat down across from her daughter.

"He has to choose, mom. You or me. Understood? Either you fuck him or I do. He's mine, or he's yours. I am done sharing with you."

D. Debra slipped right there but I didn't fully integrate it till later.

I thought Dori was going to get all sheepish and ashamed but she stuck her tits out and negotiated like the woman she was. "So? Really? No more seducing the men I bring home?"

The lie and the liar was clear to me now. I wondered if anyone else noticed.

"When was the last time I did that?"

"You started without notice and quit without notice. Yes, no! Let's fuck, no, don't fuck him, fuck this one but not that one. How the hell am I supposed to keep up? How am I supposed to know what the fucking rules are? The rules about who you fuck and who you don't? Sonny here, he's been tonguing you for how long and you didn't fuck him? How much sense does that make? I figured you were bringing me a gift, a little dick before you had him yourself, but no, his dick isn't little."

Okay, I preened a little. I did. I couldn't help it. Does that make me shallow? Well, boo who, if you aren't little you can't be shallow!

"You think you get to make all the rules and Mommy is suppose to suck and fuck to fit them? I am pretty sure I didn't raise you to think you are a fucking princess."

The words were harsh but her tone was even, cool, even reasonable, like they were discussing the sale down at Dillard's or something.

D. Debra nodded. "I deserved that. Listen, about Sonny, I have been fucking with him. I have. I know I have and I did it intentionally. I, I guess I was scared to let you meet him and scared to let him have what he wanted, hell, what I wanted because I feared this would happen. I'd end up trying to win him away from you and I could not stand that idea. God, Mom, I liked him. I like him, I mean. Sonny is good guy, twisted in ways I have not yet figured out but he, Mom, when he kissed my breasts, I had an orgasm and that never happens. Well, not usually. Okay, but not that consistently. Did he make you come when he kissed your boobs?"

I felt dizzy. This conversation was beyond surreal.

Dori drained her drink and looked over at me. "She says you have to choose. Do you want to choose? Or shall we work it out and let you know?"

D. Debra drained her glass and pushed back from the table. I realized the two women had been sitting straight in their chairs, like negotiators at a labor dispute. I was still trying to figure out who was management and who was labor. Did it matter? I was the pie they were slicing up.

"This is not a negotiation." D. Debra announced, like speaking made it so.

Bitch read my mind. I'll tell, you, that made me nervous. I was ready to go make a tin foil hat.

"Sit down, Dee Dee." Dori's tone was pudding smooth but her eyes flashed.

"Not this time, Mom." She looked at me. "Choose, Sonny. Now."

Mr. Happy was hard as a rock. Fuck me, I guess he liked being fought over. I had a notion to mention the winner was going to clip him off and stuff him in a jar but just the thought made me skittish.

"Sonny?"

"What?"

"Choose."

"Choose what?"

D. Debra rolled her eyes. "Aren't you paying any attention?"

"To what?" I asked, honestly. I had been listening, really, I just like getting color commentary, like interviewing the coach at halftime, like ESPN does all the time. Fuck, I hate that. Particularly when his team is getting its ass kicked. Leave the poor fuck alone. It's a little like asking a Christian if being eaten by a lion met expectations.

"Jesus, Sonny. You can't have both of us." D. Debra said.

"Why not? Oh, I know. Because I've only had one of you and, Miss Hamilton, it wasn't you."

She blinked a little at me but then came around the table and stood looking down at me, past the crest of her great fucking tits. "I am going up stairs, Sonny. If you want me, come up to my room. If you don't then she's all yours. After tonight, though, its her or me. Not both. Fuck her and I'm done, closed, out of business, off the menu."

"I get it. Shut off the thesaurus. Don't be wasteful."

Mr. Happy started to pout. I felt that panting panic clutching my gut. I realized my little lizard brain actually did want them both, though I had no idea how I was going to manage that. Suddenly I had that cool, luscious feeling the I was and all I had to do was not give up and run out into the night and make snow angels naked. I just needed to breathe and stay tuned in. God, but D. Debra Hamilton has great tits. Shit. Focus, Sonny!

D. Debra stepped around me and walked to the stairs. She turned before she mounted the first step, a tease to the last. "Mother, if you don't let me have him this time, I'll move out. I will. I can't share with you any longer." She turned away from us, pointed her tits at the stairs and mounted them, disappearing before either Dori or I spoke a word.

I looked at Dori. She looked at me. She shrugged a little and drained her bourbon.

"I guess that's that." She said.

"Who's what?" I asked.

"She's going to have sex with you. All you have to do is choose her. Not me."

"What if I don't wanna?"

"What? Choose? Or choose her?"

I shrugged. I shrugged again. "Your daughter is being a little condescending, don't you think? She hasn't spread her...self around, at least she hasn't been that generous with me." I shrugged again, but it was more of a jerk to release tension. I looked at Dori. She stared at me. I had been inside of her a couple hours ago and she had been happy about it, a couple hours ago. Now she had the look you get when you bite into a big dill pickle after a swig of your milk shake. Fuck.

Then it struck me, like a fish hitting a farsighted seal in the kisser. I spoke my epiphany. "You won't fuck me any more even if I do choose you, will you."

Dori looked away then. "I can't Sonny. I, I never meant for this to happen. If you hadn't told her...."

I held up my hand. "Lying is for beds. Truth is interesting enough for me. If I want artificial drama, I'll go to the zoo."

"Zoo?"

I didn't want to explain. "Movies, then. I ain't lying about this to either of you. Just tell me, if I chose you, would it be a choice? I mean, is it really possible for me to have you like this?" I give Mrs. Hamilton a lot of credit, she sat silently staring at her empty glass for quite a while. Finally, she looked over at me, her blue eyes twinkling and glinting.

She shook her head. "You're right. We just met and you're asking me that. That's easy. I, I can't do that. I know this isn't fair but its Dee Dee or nothing. I couldn't do that to her. Not now. Not like this."

I nodded. I stood up.

"Sonny. Wait."

"Why? Did I forget something?"

"Sonny, listen, don't be too hard on her. I need to tell you something. I won't take long because she is waiting for you and if I know my daughter, she is ready for you and I mean that exactly as it seems." She smiled a pale smile, like I viewed her through cellophane.

"Sonny, when she was first on her own, a couple years ago when she was nineteen, it was after her first year of college. She was working hard. She had a fantasy about getting out on her own, making enough money to leave here and give her father the finger and me too. She was figuring out how expensive real life is, I coddled her a little I guess. My ex always said so and I guess I did. So she was working and half way through the summer she realized making pizzas wasn't going to get her nearly enough cash to leave the house much less pay for college.

"She got really upset, depressed and then suddenly it seemed like she was over it. I understood the import what happened somewhat later. She'd gotten onto Bob's List and gotten what she called a 'gig'. She'd found a listing for an escort that she said later described her to a T, like they had her picture and asked for her. It was five guys in town for a baseball game or a conference or something. They were younger, mid-twenties and were just starting out in business together. They wanted to hire a woman for the weekend.

"D. Debra told me they sat her down and told her they wanted to share her, to be partners and see how they reacted having the same woman shared between them all. It was a sort of test, to see how they reacted when the bra came off and they had to share and share alike even when it couldn't be alike. She couldn't be the same to all of them at once. They wanted to have sex with her, together, as a test of their compatibility as partners. They offered her enough money she could have moved out and paid for a semester of college. They wanted her to have sex with them all weekend. She told me later what happened to her. They asked her if she would and told her exactly what to expect and that was everything.

"She told me they did it all with her and to her. Five men all used her sexually. When she got home Monday morning, I was worried but had decided to get to work and call her later in the day. We were still negotiating the terms of her independence while living with me. When she got home, I was just leaving for work. She looked like a crack whore. Her clothes were torn and her hair was mussed, no, she had cum in her hair. She smelled like sex.

"I was horrified but she just smiled. She told me no, they hadn't hurt her. She looked at me like she was drunk on her feet and smiled. She said she loved it. She couldn't believe what it was like being used like that, by five men, all at the same time. They never left her alone. Hours of attention. They fucked her one after the other and then together, ass, mouth and pussy. They petted her and caressed her. They gave her a full body massage, all at once. She said she had orgasms till she lost count and then a dozen more. She smiled at me and told me she lost count at forty-seven. She said she loved it, she couldn't imagine anything being that wonderful again. She wanted to do it again, to have five men fuck her that way for three days till she was too tired to think, and too aroused to resist.

"She told me she couldn't do that, ever again. She said, if she did, she'd never finish school and her life would be over. She said she could never surrender to that monster inside of her because if she did, it'd possess her and she'd do nothing but fuck till her tits dangled to her knees and her pussy would park three Cadillacs. She said, 'Mom, I have to be careful. I can't let that go again. If I do, I'll never stop. I love fucking too much!' I believed her. It was like she had a fever.

"She, I gather she has been teasing you but I think it is because she has been seeking that same high, a way to have what she got again. She did it through self-denial. She wasn't teasing you really, I mean she was but not because she is a tease. My daughter is not a cock teaser. She just wants to have the same passion she felt when five guys took her over and over again when she has sex. That has haunted her because it simply isn't possible."

"But it was, when she did it with you?"

Dori's face clinched, she flinched as though I flicked a booger at her. She shook her head. "That, that was different. I think she, I think we both experienced sharing a man more through him than as a matter of our own gratification. Those guys we fucked together, they were ecstatic and I mean not in an orgasmic sense, like they had just won the lottery or something. Having us both right there gave them a thrill that had less to do with sex and everything to do with finding out that fantasies do come true. Several times they just came all over and we had to coddle them a little to get them to fuck us. The idea of doing us, a mother and daughter who wanted to fuck him that badly, it was just too much."

"I bet I could handle it." I interjected, just to be sure I wasn't getting lumped together with those other losers.

Dori smiled a wan smile. "I am sure, but Sonny, my daughter is trying to make sex a stupendous thing for herself and she is using you to do it. I think she was doing the 'not till marriage' thing as a way of teasing herself."

"Like Christmas. All the waiting is usually better than the actual time when you get to open presents."

"Exactly. You don't always get what you want but the anticipation is so lovely. Dee Dee has been trying to get back to that moment but it scares her as much as she wants it. Wanting it, that is worse for her. I mean, she just can't release herself to her passions. That is something you gain with maturity, how to channel your passions and covet them and release them as and when they will give you the greatest thrill. She's learning that and I wanted her to learn it with me, here, where it is safe and I could, well, I could try to help anyway. I seem to have screwed the pooch this time, haven't I?"

I sat back down.

"So you see, when, when things happened between us, I guess I thought I was helping, keeping her close so that I could rescue her if she lost control or something. This situation isn't her fault. Not really. She is trying to keep control of her own body and if she relaxes, if she relents and gives into her own passion, then, well, you can guess what would happen."

"Hooker." I muttered, like I had any right to judge.

Dori nodded. "I don't want that for my daughter. I felt the same way when I was young but I got pregnant right away and my life went an entirely different direction. I was lucky, my mother and my sisters counseled me and I married the man, her father and we stayed together to raise her. We did a good job and now that she's grown, he goes his way and I go mine. I guess I am living out that urge now. It could have been me and I avoided it. Dee Dee is struggling to keep on her path, doing what she wants to be doing and I encourage her to enjoy sex, to use it and not let it use her. That is what you see now. Her using sex when she fears that at any time it might grab hold of her and never let her go. I think she confuses using sex for pleasure with using men for pleasure. It's two different things and she doesn't see that yet. She fears it might consume her and all of the rest of what life offers her would be consumed with it. I don't want that for her. So go to her. Choose her."

I stood up again. I was halfway upstairs when I realized I'd chosen D. Debra without making the decision. Dori made it and I sort of hated that. I decided choosing Double D Hamilton was not a bad option. Finally, I was going to get between her loving legs. I really could compare mother and daughter and see if they felt and tasted and fucked the same. I got confused. I was at the top of the stairs staring at the doors of the upstairs when I realized I didn't know where I was going. I opened a door and found a dark guest room. I looked for lights under the doors and saw it. I knew where D. Debra awaited me.

Suddenly I was caught up short by a thought. D. Debra said her mother was lying. What if this was all a lie? D. Debra lied. Maybe Dori was lying but why? Suddenly it was not so clear who I should pick. Then another thought jumped me like a Chimpanzee mistaking me for a banana. Where did the women get off? Forcing me to choose? My cock voted then, insisting that having this mother and daughter was the cat's meow. Oh bother.

Then, like in so many similar situations, things came really clear for me. Okay, yes, I am a little slow sometimes. I saw the big picture, though I was again a bit fuzzy on the details. I opened the door to her room with a jolt of adrenaline that comes from wondering what is going to happen next in a good movie. Only I was in the movie.

Her room was elegant and chic but mature and functional. Neat, neater than mine by a long shot and I had about a tenth of the stuff a woman needs to keep heart and soul functioning.

D. Debra sat on the bed petting a stuffed dog. She looked up at me. For the briefest of moments she appeared so young and fragile. That vanished and her eyes hardened.

"Shower, down the hall on the left. Go right I mean, its the next door." D. Debra sounded tired, distant, not at all flattered at my appearance, which gave me no little pause. "I don't want the smell of her on you when you mount me. It needs to just be us." She said, her voice a dull monotone. The tone changed. "Took you long enough. Was it that hard?"

Difficult. She meant difficult. I knew that but before I could stop myself, my hand rubbed over the arch of my hard cock in my pants.

D. Debra snorted and pointed at the door.

Any hope that this conjugation would be exciting for us both seemed beyond conception at this point.

I gave no effort to questioning her instructions but did as bid, hoping for towels and if possible a robe. I showered and even though I started shaking about half way through, I was leisurely. Maybe I wanted to keep her waiting or maybe I was waiting to see if Mommy Hamilton appeared and I could poke her in the shower again. Salad? Shower? God, this was getting ridiculous. Either way, I was hard as black ice the whole time. God, the shower hurt. I kept having to twist out of the way of the hard rain from the shower head.