Extending the MILF List Ch. 11

"I, well, I'm, I'm Norma Spilletti. I'm Natasha Rossini's sister, younger sister. She, her husband came back after a rather bitter breakup and well, they have been negotiating for a reunification. They have a fiery relationship and," here Aunt Norma looked at me, questions in her eyes. I just shrugged so she took the high road. "...and Natasha asked me to move out for a while. I, I split with my husband who is a knucklehead and Sonny offered to let me stay here. I, I promised it would be only till today because I thought Joey would be gone by now. I, I make my sister jealous and angry because her husband can't keep his hands off of me."

"Mrs. Rossini?" Dalia said, looking around at me.

I had nothing.

"I, I'll just get my things and go to a hotel. I see, I can count. No one needs to sleep on the couch."

Georgia looked from me to Norma and then cycled again. Finally, staring at Norma, she asked, "You feel safe in this house with my brother? Alone?"

Norma smiled. "Oh, he has been a perfect gentleman. Never laid a hand on me. He has been studying like a madman."

I actually blushed. I felt the heat ramp up in my face. I don't know why, it was just one of those things.

Dalia and Georgia and well, everyone was looking at me.

I was sure it was my turn to say something. "You have to go." I said because it was all I could think of, the one thing that came to mind.

Norma nodded and stood up.

"Whoa, wait a minute!" Georgia said stepping forward.

Dalia nodded. "Wait, let's think about this. No need to be abrupt."

"You have to go." I said again.

"Sonny, shut up." Dalia said.

I think she was tired from a day of traveling, or she was having a big sister flashback. My dick ran and hid, though. If either of my sisters thought they were getting any from me they were going to have to blow me like I was a San Francisco bong. Or, now, a Denver bong, I guess.

"Why don't you fix everyone a drink, Sonny?" Charm spoke for the first time. Her burbling voice seemed to soothe us all. I nodded.

"Get the luggage." Dalia said.

"Which?" I was getting irritated. Let strangers into our house and the detente between me and my sisters went right out the window. "Igor confused!" I growled, dropping one shoulder and taking a lopsided step, like the hunchback of Hollywood.

"I'll get the drinks, you get the luggage." Dalia said.

I agreed and proceeded to drag all the luggage stuffed into the car up the stairs. I just lined them up along the wall partially to be a smart ass and partly because I had only a vague idea of whose was whose. Really I was making a thing out of who was sleeping where and, perhaps, with whom.

By the time I got downstairs again, the four women were sitting with bourbon and cokes at the table chatting amicably. I sat down and picked up my drink, a little surprised they'd fixed me one.

"We think she should stay here." Georgia said.

"We know about you two." Dalia said. "Clearly you two have had sex. We all think it is wrong of you to just order her out of the house."

I sighed, knowing no matter what happened, no matter what I did I would have been wrong. No hope of getting anything right, in the long run. I just slumped, drank, and waited. I could have made an issue of it but I really had no idea of what Charm was dealing with or who had told me the truth about who was zooming who and I wanted to keep rapport with her long enough to find out. Fat chance but I had to try; one of those aesthetic things that makes no sense if you think about them very long, so I didn't.

"We think that you should let her stay."

"Me? I was..." I started but then remembered everything I said would be used against me and I got no lawyer at all. "Okay." I tried to act meek. I was eyeball deep in pussy; water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink. That messed with my wiring.

Georgia looked at Aunt Norma. "You're Brent Rossini's Aunt?" She asked, in the "I'm about to get you" voice.

Aunt Norma nodded.

"You have your things in Mom's room?"

Aunt Norm nodded again.

Georgia nodded, glancing at Dalia.

Dalia took up the commentary. "We think you should stay. It really is no trouble. We'll have to share the bathroom but we, at least, are accustomed to that. Sonny, you can lock him out and I would advise it."

Norma glanced over at me with an assessing gaze, her rich lips almost smiling.

I thought I could see the question in her eyes. What did who know?

"Charm can sleep in Tawny's room and we'll be fine."

"Do you have to go to work tomorrow?" I asked, trying to be helpful.

"It's Saturday, so no." Dalia replied dryly.

"Oh, right." Ever have that feeling when you find out the time isn't the time or the day isn't the day you thought it was and things like, shift or lurch or something. I felt that like having sea legs without the sea.

"I am exhausted." Georgia said and she rose.

"Me too." I agreed, "Mrs. Spilletti, I'll shower in your bathroom. I won't be a minute."

"Take as long as you like." Norma said.

God, I felt like her tongue was touching my lips. How did she do that? My cock started to rise up and I rose up first and made for the stairs. Georgia followed me. At the top of the landing she stopped me with a word.

"Hey, Sonny, listen, I'm sorry about asking Charm here without asking you about it." She grinned evilly. "Particularly where she is a lesbian. It's like offering peanut brittle to a guy with braces."

"Or taffy." I added. I was waiting for Georgia to stake her claim to my stake.

"Or taffy, yes. I, I think we should wait till the house empties out a little, don't you?"

I nodded despite my contrarian nature when it comes to delaying dipping the dick. "Probably wise." I really didn't know wisdom from an open window but it seemed smart to agree with Georgia at the moment.

She did look bushed and I don't mean it that way...forget it. She placed both hands on my shoulders and kissed me gently on the lips. "I haven't forgotten, little brother. I appreciate your patience." She smiled then, a little smirk that I thought must have meaning beyond the pale but she was so tired, I chalked it up to that, deciding not to read anything into it. Nice work if you can get it but not always proper.

I took a shower with ideations of one or the other of the available women in the house waiting for me on the bed. The room was empty and I trooped off to bed. I don't remember going to sleep. I lay down and then I was awake.

My door was open and the merest hint of light twinkled through the gap. I was sure I had shut it and hoped I had not slept through a sexual inquiry or offering. My cock woke up with a rumble of honor and off her in my brain. The light though finally shone through my eyelids to my actual thinking brain and I got up to shut it off, figuring that everyone went to bed and left it on. The clock said three-thirty.

I got up and padded downstairs. The kitchen light was on and I was half way to there before my eyes adjusted and I noticed Charm sitting on the couch. She looked up.

I stood there in my underwear, my cock at half-mast from the matinee. I think I'd been having sex with Kyla Clark in my dreams. The brain is a Rorschach kaleidescope. "Oh, Charm, I didn't see you there. I thought we left the light on."

"Sorry, Sonny. I just spent a few weeks in Paris and I am still adjusting to the time zone. I, I had just flown back into the country yesterday. I delivered something to Miami. I do not adjust to jet lag quickly.

"Oh, no worries." I turned around and walked to the stairs and then thought this might be an excellent opportunity. I turned around. Despite my knowledge of Charm's charms, my cock sat up, sniffing the air.

"I don't do cocks." Charm said, eyes languidly fixed on my cock. A bemused expression tightened on her face. "But as far as it goes, you have a nice cock. Raymond had a parade of cocks through our house and they got a charge out of waving them at me, just turtles fucking shoes."

I grinned and moved over to the easy chair and sat down, grabbing a pillow from the couch to cover my crotch. "It's not what you think, Charm. I mean, do you mind if I ask you a question?"

She put down the iPad she was reading on and regarded me with a steady, unflinching gaze. "I am not planning on seducing anyone." She said.

I waved a hand at her. "That is not my question or any of my business, for that matter. I mean, I want to know about something that happened when you still lived close by."

She looked less bland and a little more interested. "Oh?"

"Yes, I, I am not sure how to ask this but..." I lost my nerve and decided to be a little more circumspect than asking if she maneuvered my mother into having sex with my sister. "...you're a lesbian, then?"

Charm smiled, her eyes milky. "Like you didn't know. I felt you all those times peeking in the door."

Okay, maybe my second choice question wasn't quite circumspect or even polite. "Peeking?" I peeped like someone had squeezed my balls just a little too firmly. "Peeking?"

She nodded, her eyes fixed on me. "Why didn't you just come in and join us?"

I poked a finger into my ear and twisted it around and then looked at it. "I'm sorry, I think I am hearing things."

"Shall I repeat myself?"

I shook my head.

"Why? What's the matter Sonny, you were eighteen. Old enough to know the difference between the birds of a feather and a feather pillow."

"Uh, which were you? The bird or the pillow?" I was thrashing. My impulsive impulse to corner Charm was not going very well. Like thinking I'd distract a hungry lion with a jar of peanut butter.

She smiled though.

That made me feel better.

"I always felt you were, you know, interested."

"I have a dick. And balls, if you're curious. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? You do not exactly ward away attention. You are fucking gorgeous."

"What a mouth you have on you." She said seriously, the smile long gone.

I worried that I had blundered over some invisible lesbian line between political correctness and inviting a nutcutting party.

"Are you touching yourself?"

I looked down. "I guess I was. I, shit, I have no excuse."

"This is your house. I suppose you could turn off the lights in the buff and as a guest, it would be proper of me not to post pictures on the Internet. That would definitely be a guest rights faux pas."

I swallowed. Being circumspect wasn't working out so well. I decided to be a little more direct. "You, you seduced Georgia, you know, when she was nineteen or so?"

"Ah Georgia, your sister has a very curious mind and does not notice boundaries, her own or anyone else's I daresay. At least she is more or less consistent and so predictable. For instance, I knew she would invite me to stay here with you when I saw them in the security check line. Remember when you could wait right at the gate for people? Remember the lovely kisses people got?"

"No. Neither do you. What the fuck are you talking about?" This woman made me nervous, but I needed to know something. "So? Did you have sex with Georgia?"

"I did, yes. Why do you ask? In fact, if you were watching...?"

I ignored her bait. "Did you have sex with my mother, too? Did you have sex with them both at once?" Fuck, I got carried away.

For a moment, Charm looked startled, like the woman noting that that wasn't her belly button and hearing the man admit that it wasn't his finger. She blinked a few times. "Your mother?"

Her voice echoed her expression, creating a congruency that made it difficult for me to question but at the same time, if I believed her expression then I would be required to believe my sister and everything my mother said about Charm was a lie. "I never watched you. Ever. Shit, I am not sure I knew about oral sex at the time."

Charm laughed. "I may be a lesbian but it doesn't mean I am from a different planet."

"Mars and Venus, are you sure?"

"I'd be from Saffos and I am pretty sure that isn't a planet, just an island in the Aegean Sea."

"The island was Lesbos, hence the name, Lesbian. Sappho was the poet who bragged about...you know."

Her penciled eyebrows rose. "I'm surprised. I thought you'd know nothing about my people."

"Your people? What, are you your own race now?"

She smiled thinly. "Just what did you mean, you never watched. Georgia said, all those times, she said...oh my god." Charm whispered the latter exclamation. "It wasn't you she was performing for? It was Mrs. Duncan?" Charm blushed from chin to hair line. She lay three fingers against her licorice lips, red now, but I remembered when they were punk black. Now they were still sensuous and full.

I shook my head. "I, you know, it is really, really disconcerting when you discover your parents had to have sex to have you."

"How do you think I felt when my Aunt seduced me and told me my mother wasn't naturally inclined to have sex with men either?"

"Ow. I can see how that would confuse the head."

"And I only have the one, so there is no confusion about the confusion."

I nodded. "Listen, I think I have been misinformed. I am sorry..."

"They told me about you and your mother. And Georgia. I half expected you to take her to bed but I guess having company made that a little awkward. I could tell Georgia was a little confused by the situation. Confused and irritated."

I blinked now. "They told you?" I stuttered. "What did they tell you?"

"That you seduced your mother and then sold her to a man and she went to China with him."

"Sold her?"

"They say you have turned into quite the Lothario in the last few months. Dalia says you are having sex with your sisters too. I have to confess, I am curious about how that could happen. I mean, Cici was always so...oh my." She blushed again.

I waited for the heat to fade. It made my eyes water and I didn't want her to think I was weeping so I let her avert her eyes till she processed whatever it was she was thinking. I had a list of likely thoughts but could not know if any were in her mind or if I was projecting. "Let me tell you what Cici told me."

"Yes, please do. I am sure I'll be fascinated."

"She said, she said you seduced her. God, she described it in enough detail to get...never mind. She described it in technicolor, high-definition detail. She also suggested that she caught you with Georgia and you invited her to join in and the three of you had a little Sapphic fun...according to my mother."

"Was this before or after you stuck your prick into her body?" Charm asked, her voice turned rough, like a prosecutor asking the killer to describe his methods.

"After, I think. Yes, after, after I found her and Georgia in bed. Mom was eating my sister and Georgia suggested I might like having my cock sucked while I watched them. Then I fucked them both. So, yes, definitely after."

Charm now looked shocked. "You mean, you mean you actually had sex with your mother and your sister? At the same time?"

"No, not technically since I only have one pickle to contribute to the sandwich at a time. But for the purposes of your question, yes, I think I did. I have had sex with my mother and I am pretty sure she arranged things for me to be alone in this house with the three of them, without her, after I had had sex by the conservative definition, not using Billy's, with all of them. Just not the strict definition."

"Billy's definition, then? The wiggly one that means 'I did not have sex with that woman' was not an outright lie."

"If his definition is correct, then I presume most of the sex you all have is not actually sex but is, well, like shaking hands."

Charm smiled a little. She sat up straight. "I am not having sex with you. Ever."

"We are both lesbians. We have a lot in common. I am not sure what your point is."

She shook her head violently and slumped again. Even slumped, her body appeared willow lean and emanated sexuality. "You weren't watching?" She shook her head. "I was going to look you right in the eye and tell you we knew you were watching all those times but, but it wasn't you? Really? You wouldn't bullshit another lesbian, would you?"

I shook my head. "God's honest truth. I'd swear but most of the things I tend to swear on either you don't have or you don't like. Listen, I, I knew something was fishy because Mom said she had sex with both of you. Georgia never mentioned anything about it, about Mom at all. Holy shit, she must have been watching you all those times, which accounts for all the detail."

Charm shook her head, smiling weakly. "Your mom is a freak."

I had to laugh. "I am pretty sure you used to say really outrageous things to us all back then. I am not sure who's the freak and who's the audience." I stood up. "Well, thank you for clearing that up. You wouldn't lie to another lesbian would you?"

"All the time. Half of us are sluts and the other half are bi and so we all have occasion to lie."

I smirked. "I bet you say that to all the boys, just to wind them up."

She smiled back and nodded. "I'll get the lights."

I went back to bed. My heart seemed to be too large for my chest but I kept feeling my neck to make sure I could feel my pulse. I thought I'd lay awake but I blinked out of awareness the moment I laid down.

I don't know what I was dreaming when I awoke but I had a woody that felt like an actual kick stand. My ringing phone woke me up. I answered it.

"Sonny. Alissa. You have to meet me in my office. You, you have to fuck me this morning."

"Good morning." I said, groggy but sort of curious if I was still asleep and this was part of the dream I'd been having but I just lost my place or changed channels or something. "Is that an order?" I was actually asking but I heard Alissa Honeywell gasp and when she spoke, her voice quavered.

"No, sir." She whispered. "I mean, its, its important but its business. I mean, we have to, I have to, I...." She petered out.

I looked at the time on my clock. "Cheese and crackers, Alissa, its Saturday and you are calling me at seven fifteen?"

"I know. I'm sorry but, but they are going to be at the office at eight. I am getting in the car right now. You, you need to get downtown, to my office as soon as you can. I'll leave the front door open, if no one is there. You know where my office is now, just come in. I'll, I'll introduce you."

She hung up and left me talking to myself. "Alissa, why don't you give me some details. I am, I seem to walk into your office and it is always a surprise party and I am the one being surprised. What is this about?" I waited. "Alissa? Alissa?" I looked at my phone. "Fuck." I groaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

I had half hoped that I would start working on Ahmay's, I mean, May's fantasies and this put a crimp in that. Thank goodness I had most of my work done for the weekend. I tottered out of bed and drained the main vein.

I left a note, vague but indicative and drove downtown. Sure enough, the office was dark when I arrived. The door was unlocked and I pulled it open. I had to remember where her office was, her current office and went there. The blinds on the glass windows were drawn but I could see office light. The day was gray and it had warmed up enough it might snow again. That sounds a little nuts if you don't live with snow but those who do know what I mean.

I pulled open the door and stepped into the office. I stopped still as Lot's wife watching Sodom burn.

"Ah, here he is. I had to call him early and I wasn't sure when he would arrive."

Mr. Rictor Travers sat in one chair, glowering at me. The other fellow I did not know but I had a distinct impression about him. Something about him suggested he was not a lesbian like me.

"Alissa..." I began but she waved me to a chair around the end of her desk. Her new office had glass on two sides and plenty of room. I noticed immediately that she did not wear her collar. That gave me pause. I took her direction gracefully.