Extending the MILF List Ch. 11

What does it mean if a woman's voice makes you hard? Are you a twist or is she a fucking genius?

Brent shrugged his square shoulders. "I need to go. Sonny's right. Family is family and much as I love fucking you, if my mom and dad...I need to go see my dad particularly if he is going to leave right away."

For thirty seconds, no one moved. Brent finally turned around, picked up his coat from the floor where apparently it had dropped as he arrived and left me standing in my kitchen with Aunt Norma.

She regarded me with her sleepy eyes. "What now?" She asked.

"Eaten?"

She shook her head.

"You should."

"Diet. I am trying to live on fresh air and cock but, god, if I drink any more cock juice, I may gain weight. Brent is a healthy boy."

I had nothing more to offer. I had a flash about doing her at that moment but refused the temptation. She was likely all stretched out and oozing cum still. "I have to study. Not everyone is as brilliant as your nephew." I moved past her, leaving my mess in the kitchen, a subconscious test to see if she'd clean up after me without being told to do so. The terms of our endearment were not clear to me but I figured I should be cautious. Norma seemed like a man-eater on the outside and I rather wanted to stay whole for the resurrection. I didn't want to get to heaven missing a leg or something.

Of course that was a stupid thought. I am definitely going to hell for fucking too much, too many, and the wrong women in my life. Good thing I don't believe in hell. Want to know what I believe in. Yep. Pussy. I'm a believer. Definitely.

I stopped at the stairs and came back to the kitchen. "Aunt Norma? What's that about? Brent doesn't say your name without saying Aunt Norma? He even referred to his mom as Natasha after she fucked him."

Norma had sure enough begun to clear away my mess. She turned to face me. "I asked him to. Call me that I mean. God, Sonny, I am having sex with my sister's son. I always wanted to do it with the wrongest men. Is that the right expression. Just doing him made me come like a house afire. Can I get any wronger than doing my nephew? I like hearing him say that he is fucking his Aunt. Big as he is, I get this evil thrill running up my legs when he says it." She smiled, almost wistfully. "You can say it when you do me, if you like. I like being your Aunt Norma."

I saw my opportunity to titillate Norma. She expected to pay for her board and room on her back. I realized if I took her up on the implied offer, she'd feel even. Once again, I wanted the long game. I had a flash of Norma wearing a pretty silver collar.

"I couldn't." I said, regret dripping from my voice. "You are a guest. It would be terrible to take advantage of you. You are, you are separated. That makes a person crazy. Relax. Make yourself at home. I know there aren't many groceries. I'll leave cash and you can get some tomorrow. I'd appreciate it actually. Good night. See you tomorrow. If you need help moving on Friday, I'd need to do it early because, well, I have something I need to do later."

I went up stairs leaving Aunt Norma staring after me. See? I am learning something from D. Debra. A little tease winds the clock tighter so that when alarm goes off, it will definitely wake you up from your life of quiet desperation.

Thursday proved a full day. The afternoon lab lost power and I spent an hour sitting in the dark with my dick in my hand. Not really, that's just an expression. When it finally came on, I had to start all over and my lab partner beat feet to see a man about a horse. She seemed awfully eager too. It was nearly eight before I got done with everything and headed home. I had an assignment that wasn't done so I worked till nearly midnight.

Norma was watching TV and I think expected more attention. I picked up a burger and carried it up to my room and ate there. I wasn't antisocial so much as realistic. If I ate down stairs, I'd end up face first between her pretty, lean, brown legs and I had to get my work done before my sisters got back.

I lay awake that night, thinking of Georgia arriving home, and Dalia. God, I realized I had no idea how they were going to fit into my life, all of a sudden. The accumulated expectations rambled around my brain like I was a hostess planning a dinner party for a crown prince, trying to make sure the seating chart didn't put the Capitalist next to the Communist. I lay awake till nearly two and overslept.

I got to class late, earning the prototypical glare from my professor. Mrs. Olivette glared and then got a hitch in her giddyup. Man but that was uncomfortable because I am virtually certain she was having a flashback, or maybe she had a deja vu moment and was racking her brain trying to figure out where she knew me from. That last is humbling, doink a woman like that and she can't remember your face. Since I didn't introduce myself, I cannot be irate if she doesn't remember my name or call me.

I got through the day without distractions. Norma did not call. I called Natasha to see if she had actually moved out, I had a terror of getting home to find her still installed in Mom's bedroom. No way that would happen. Naw. Natasha still did not answer her phone.

I drove to the airport.

I was late. Really late. And my phone switched off and I didn't know it till I got parked. Out of power. I'd felt the lateness of the hour stuck in traffic. I realized my phone was off, I was late, and seriously thought of using up some of my scratch to rent a stretch limo to dampen the effects of keeping a redhead waiting. I thought I might live longer if I did. I had nothing to worry about.

I found the baggage area for the Miami flights and wandered around. I was looking for Georgia's red hair and decided she had exploded when I finally spotted Dalia reading in a chair off to the side. I strode over and walked right past Nova.

Now, ordinarily I can spot Nova anywhere. Her long red hair and unbelievable body is unmistakable but this time she was wearing a disguise.

"Dalia, where's Nova? She out hunting me with a cross bow?"

Dalia looked up from her Nook and smiled. "She's right there. You walked right past her." Dalia's eyes were hooded and when I turned around, I understood why.

Georgia was standing with her arm around the waist of a tall brunette. The woman's black hair fell down her body like moss, shimmering with body and sheen.

"Holy shit." I expostulated. I don't think I ever expostulated before but I did then. Georgia was glowing, like someone just told her she was beautiful.

She spoke, her lips moved but I don't think my ears were working. When she turned her head to the woman and they kissed on the lips, I thought my head was going to explode.

I expostulated again. "Holy Shit."

"Sonny. Nice to see you again."

My tongue felt like it shriveled down till it was the size of a snake's and everyone knows fucking snakes can't talk, no matter what Eve claimed. The bitch had to blame someone and that was the best she could do?

"It's Charm." Dalia spoke from behind me.

I tried to swallow past the noose around my neck. "Charm." I croaked. "Of course. So nice to see you again."

"She's coming home with us." Georgia said brightly but then sobered, a guilty look flitting over her face.

I was so lost. Again. Some might say still. Charm turned to look at me. The woman regarded me with her cool eyes. She moved one hand up and ran it down the length of the black tresses hanging down her torso.

"I didn't recognize you." I confessed.

Charm smiled. "I've changed." She smiled wanly. "On the outside, not on the inside."

I thought she was saying something I did not comprehend, something everyone else seemed to understand and were all waiting for it to sink in. Okay, I remembered all right, I knew who this was. This was the woman that had seduced my mother. Suddenly I had a flash of this woman kissing another woman. Shit. That wasn't ancient history. She had just pecked Georgia on the lips. Holy fuck! I thought.

Suddenly my lack of a plan for how to deal with Georgia and her expectations shifted. Then I realized I was jumping to conclusions. Not my fault. The sexual adrenaline pumping through my veins made me want to jump somewhere so I jumped to conclusions.

My cock got hard.

"Let's get your luggage." Inane, I know but I got to move to the cart groaning under a ton of luggage and pressed my instamatic hardon against it. Yes, it felt good and I thought for sure I had hidden my condition. Man you do not want to go without pussy for very long right after the monsoons. Things can develop without so much as a howdy do. Its like the cock has a will of its own, a theory that is not new in human civilization, I understand but it still seemed profound to me.

I led them to the car and stowed the luggage. One case and all the carry on had to be stuffed in around my sisters and Charm. Georgia and Charm sat in the back and Dalia sat with me up front. I wedged the one big suit case onto the seat between Charm and Georgia and I felt Georgia's glare like I intended it as a chastity suit case.

Fuck me.

Dalia gave me a look, a cross between "your poor bastard" and "don't you fucking dare", neither of which I understood. I got us out onto the freeway. When I was in the wash of traffic, I glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "So, Charm, what brings out back to town? You married yet?"

"Sonny, shut up." Georgia hissed.

"No. Georgia darling, don't. It's okay. Not any more, Sonny."

The bitch turned me into a dentist and I didn't even know it, talkin when I should have been silent. I thought I was just being sociable.

"Divorced? So soon? What an idiot but then you are probably too good for him."

"Sonny! Hush." Georgia tried for the "mom" voice but apparently until you have skid marks on the birth canal, that tone isn't possible.

"No, no, honey, that is okay. If I am going to be staying at your house, it is best he knows the situation."

"Situation? What? Did you you marry the mob and now they are gunning for you?" I guffawed because I thought I was being clever.

"I'm widowed." Charm said. Her voice sounded like she looked, like water running out of a snow pack looks in sunlight, clear and liquid.

I sobered right up. "I am so sorry. I, god, I'm sorry."

"You didn't know."

Then I followed up with the classic line straight from the idiot's guide to social graces but for actual idiots, written by actual idiots, or by me, if you like. "What did he die of?"

"Sonny, god, can't you just shut up?" Georgia growled her voice rumbling with her "don't fuck with Nova" tone I'd last heard when I hid all the tops to her swim suits just before she headed to a swim party.

"No, really, Georgia, I, I haven't spoken of it yet and it, it really is time. The longer I wait, the harder it will be. I don't have to look him in the eyes, so maybe this is the best and easiest time. My husband died of cancer."

Boy, that did put a damper on the moment, I mean much more. "Oh." I managed, realizing the grave yard I had happily danced into was actually a minefield.

Charm showed mercy. "I, he was gay, Sonny. I am a lesbian. I, he was my friend and I married him to get him health care. He died finally three month ago."

Those few sentences were absolutely not pith poor. I needed a week to connect all the dots. God, what a thing that was.

"Oh." I said again. I drove in humming silence for a while.

Charm finally laughed. "You are really funny when you aren't talking." She said.

I concentrated on driving and not running us into an abutment. Beside me, Dalia chortled, cluing me in that I had just been cut to ribbons. Let me explain. I am not as funny as I think I am when I am talking. A lesbian liked me not talking. A lesbian thought I was funny when I wasn't talking. A lesbian was laughing at me despite her dire and dolorous circumstance. Fuck me.

"I'm sorry, Sonny, I should not have said that."

Suddenly it was like a light went on in a dark room where I had whacked my shins on something hard and sharp four times already and I could see everything clearly, only to find I was in the middle of a torture chamber. My mother had told me that Charm, this very Charm had seduced her and then had sex with mother and daughter. Further, Dalia had caught them at it. What is more, Georgia insisted that when I caught her in bed with our mother, it was the first time. Nothing checked.

In my head I blurted and blurted. I felt like my cheeks were flapping in a stout wind. Ever feel wind in a fast car blowing in your mouth, all the way inside of your nasal passages. It makes your eyes water. The pressure of wanting to know the truth about Charm and my family overlaid her terrible announcement. I felt like I was having a heart attack.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "He's crying." Charm said, actual wonder in her voice.

"Not either." I snarled and that made it all worse.

I drove in silence for a while. It was like I was hearing my mother all over again. "Cici Duncan." I subvocalized, trying to distance myself from what my memory was poking into my ears. According to Mom, Georgia and Charm brought her to "several earth shattering orgasms" one afternoon when Mom interrupted them making love in her bed. I felt like a ten-year old who just saw Santa Clause, for real.

Who needs speed when you have adrenaline. I glanced down at the speedometer to be sure I wasn't driving a hundred and fifty. I slowed down. We rode in an uncomfortable silence.

Finally Georgia spoke up. "I, I thought we could let Charm stay at our house. She, she actually has business here and will be here most of next week. I, you don't mind do you?"

I wanted to turn around and see who had stolen my sister's voice. She never asked, she always instructed. "No. Of course not." I croaked.

"We saw Charm in line in Miami, in the security line. I didn't recognize her but Georgia was sure it was Charm. I told her no way." Dalia began.

Charm laughed. "I have changed a little."

"Your about a mile taller." I offered.

She laughed. "Okay, maybe you are a little funny when you talk. No, I lost some weight and, I exercise, some. Well a lot."

"You look good."

Dalia smacked me.

"Hey, quit it. I'm driving."

"She's a lesbian. Show some respect."

My mind was not computing very fast, like an old typewriter with peanut butter stuffed in the keys. "What? Being lesbian doesn't mean she can't look good. Or fucking great as the case may be."

Dalia smacked me again but on the leg so we didn't drive into the ditch.

"Thank you, Sonny. You are right. Just because I like vag doesn't mean you cannot tell me I am attractive."

"Jeez, me too. Shit, I love vag so at least we have that in common. That's a lot." I spoke before thinking.

There was a moment of tension but then Charm laughed.

Dalia asked her about her schedule. She flew in on Friday specifically to take some time to see old friends but had not notified anyone in case it was too much too soon.

"I, I really cannot tell you how great it is to see you guys. Gosh, I, I feel right at home. How's your mother?"

Silence.

My ears rang with the question and I realized how artfully I and my siblings had avoided this subject since mom ran away with the circus.

"She ran away with the circus." Dalia said.

I was coasting down an off ramp and when I came to a stop I stared at my sister to see if she had little antennae sticking out of the corners of her forehead.

"What? What does that mean?"

"Mom went to China on the arm of a billionaire."

Arm! That's one description for it. I thought it was impolite to confuse metaphor with reality, though.

"A billionaire?" Charm asked.

My lack of specific memory as to what I had and had not described to my sisters haunted me. I literally did not know if I had given dimensions to the cock Mom had chased after to China.

"He's married." Dalia said, a light burr in her tone.

"Your mother? Ran away with a married man?"

"Big cock." Georgia said in a low voice. "I mean huge cock."

"Oh." Her voice sounding just like a straight man's when you tell him your son has settled down with a nice man in Charleston. "I never would have imagined she would run off with a man."

Now I really wanted to drag things out into the open but fuck if I knew how to get a good hold on them. The widow's shadow fell on us and seemed to damped the air itself. I had no words. God, I wanted to know if what Mom told me was true but how to ask? Someone was not confessing and remembering Georgia wearing Charm on her arm like a mink stole, I guessed that sister Georgia had not been quite honest about her experience with pussy.

I tried to think back as I turned into our subdivision if Georgia had said she had never had sex with a woman before that night with mom or she had not had sex with mom before. That begged the question as to whether she knew about Charm and Mom. Unless Mom had lied about the whole thing! God, I was so confused. Life was going to get a lot more confusing in about five minutes.

You guessed it. Norma Spilletti's car was parked outside our house.

"Oh fuck me." I mumbled as I turned the corner onto our street.

"God there is a lot of snow."

"Its been cold." Georgia said.

"How would you know?" I spoke with an edge to my voice that earned me a look. "You've been lying on the beach."

"I can watch the weather." Dalia said, snarking back at my snark, defending her sister. Shit, it had always been three against one.

I opened the garage and drove inside. I wondered if I was seeing things or they did not pay any attention to the car parked on the street in front of our house. I turned off the car. My head hurt from the tension. Then it struck me that Mom's room likely still contained an Aunt Norma, so where would Charm sleep? God, what a mess.

I know, how did I not see it coming. This is why people are pessimists. Who was it? Ben Franklin who said it is better to be a pessimist and be surprised than an optimist and be disappointed? Well, that moment in the garage was my encounter with the truth of that preference. We unloaded, that is we got out of the car. Of course I was expected to carry everything in but I put it off, keeping it in reserve in case I needed a tactical retreat. We trooped into the house.

Norma sat on the couch.

My two sisters and Charm stood looking at her and she studiously ignored everyone till I arrived.

"Sonny? Oh thank goodness. I am sorry, I..." Aunt Norma began.

"What are you still doing here?" I interrupted.

"Who is this?" Georgia interrupted my interruption.

"Sonny, please, I just brought your key back. I..."

"Your key? Who is this?" Georgia looked me.

"Have you been renting out our rooms while we were gone?" Dalia asked. Her smirk caught Nova's attention and her blush decreased.

Charm moved to the side, folding her arms under her polite breasts, polite because they did not demand attention. The woman looked like the winner of a modernist design competition.

"Sonny..." Norma started again.

"You're still here." I said. I felt pressure and expressed it as anger which was a huge mistake but one I was happy to make.

"Sonny, listen, Joe didn't leave. He's still at Tasha's house. They, well they have been enjoying each other's company, if you know what I mean. I went over there and...because Tasha hadn't called me and in two minutes they were in a fight, throwing shit and screaming. God, those two do love to fight. I bet Tasha is either on her knees or on her back by now. I don't think they'd slept in two days. I mean beside little cat naps. Pussy naps, I mean." Norma giggled like she'd been into the sauce.

"What are you doing here?" Dalia asked reasonably, her voice seeming to calm Georgia.