Extending the MILF List Ch. 12

I got up and showered. I took a long time but despite my laggardly ways, my sisters and Charm were still downstairs when I got into the kitchen. Georgia immediately turned to face me, her face twisted with expectation and chagrin. I moved against her, pressing her against the counter and kissing her hard. She responded immediately.

When the kiss broke, she gazed at me. She smiled a little. "I don't have pantyhose on." She whispered. "Or anything else." She tittered. She felt ever so much like a callow girl and not my big dominating sister. I palmed her tit and she closed her eyes.

"Wait. Don't fuck her yet. Norma, Mrs. Spilletti asked me to call her if you fucked her again this morning. I'll be right back." Charm hopped up and scampered upstairs.

For some reason, neither Georgia nor I moved. We just stood there, my hands on her waist, her arms draped over my shoulders. She did not look around but seemed to be studying my lips. She avoided my eyes. I felt her shiver and hoped it was excitement.

Norma was just tottering down the stairs in front of Charm when the front door opened.

I heard it crack and crunch and I swear I felt the damp frigid air wash around my ankles.

"Hello! You still here? Oh. Goddamn, Charm!"

A moment later, Tawny flowed into Charm's arms. They hugged for a moment. I felt a subtle nudge from Georgia and I looked back at her.

"We can't." She said softly.

I had no idea why not but decided not to press the matter. I eased away from Georgia and got a cup of coffee.

"Thanks for waiting. The roads are a mess, still. Again. It snowed more last night. God, what a mess. I didn't want to make Chris take me all the way downtown again today. He missed class as it was yesterday." Tawny stopped, looking around. "What's the matter?" She asked but when no one responded, she shrugged off the oddness in the air and went on. "You ready to go?"

They were and in minutes I was alone in the house again with Norma. I looked at her making no attempt to hide my erection.

"Don't look at me, I'm meeting Tasha for breakfast." She said, before disappearing upstairs.

I went to school. Halfway through my first class I got a call from Alissa. She told me she had arranged for me to look at some cars, program cars they could arrange for me to get. I just had to be at the dealership at four. The whole Camaro thing was apparently forgotten. Still, I was getting a new car! That fucked me up, my classes were done at one that day. I tried to study but couldn't and so I got in Georgia's car. That was how I ended up at D. Debra's house.

I don't know how that happened. I had intended to go to the dealership but somehow ended up in the Hamilton's neighborhood. My body throbbed with need and the moment I turned into their drive, I knew what I was going to do. The passion raged in me like a fever and I consciously neglected to reject it. I turned off the car and I saw her, Mrs. Hamilton peer out the flanking window at me. Her face flashed shock, then fear and disappeared.

The front door opened before I even got there. I skated over the front step and collided with her. She slammed the door and grappled with me, with my coat, really till it came off and we flung it to the floor together. The chill warped around us. I grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss.

Dori keened, flinching just a bit when my chilled hands slipped under the tight sweater she wore. I skimmed it up and off of her body and unhooked the bra. Her breasts came free. She leaned back in my arms, arching her back and presenting her tits to me. I kissed each in turn over and over till I thought my skin was splitting. I released her and unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them down her legs. She stood over me as I pulled one leg out of the jeans and returned to strip her panties down, leaving the jeans on the other leg.

I rose up, kissed her again. She was naked but for the pants and panties around one ankle, like a big shaggy bracelet. Her hands raced down my shirt, pinching buttons free faster than I could have but even then, I registered that her hands shook. When her hands got to my belt, I lifted my hands and groaned as she undid it and my pants and pulled them down, kneeling before me as she did so. Her mouth found my hard cock and she sucked me deep into her mouth immediately swallowing me. She came off of my cock as I lifted her and she seemed light, amorphous even. Her legs lifted around me as I lifted her and I suddenly felt her weight. We tipped forward.

I took a step but her hand found my cock and I lost focus on our balance. She managed to direct my cock to the entrance to her body. Her pussy opened and gulped once and she slid down my pole just as we banged against the wall by the door. Dori groaned and when I lifted her by her thighs, pulling away from her crotch only to ram my cock into her again, she screamed and bucked into an immediate orgasm. Her legs flailed beside me as though she were having a fit of some sort. Her hips rapped against me, slapping us together, shoving her pussy down onto my cock as best she could suspended against the wall as she was. Her breasts danced between us, her arms levered her body up and down, fixed around my neck. I managed to get my hands behind her and supported her by the ass, gripping each cheek hard. I pulled her hard against me as I thrust into her.

Four or five times I rammed into her, banging her against the wall. I repeated rammed into her and her hands pulled at me, urging me to return each time I managed to withdraw out of her shimmering body. I struggled with her weight on my hands, forming an ungainly balance that finally left her shoulders against the wall where, together with the support of my hands on her ass, she could fuck back at me as I thrust my cock into her over and over again. She screamed and bucked in my hands and then I was coming.

Gout after gout of cum issued out of me like I was filled too full. How that could be I could not imagine but I swore I was spewing with high pressure into the woman. As my ass rapped out the rhythm of lust, Dori cried out, panting and crying, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Even as I fucked her. She moaned at last, as the motion in my body slowed and the pulsing of my cock inside of her tailed off. When I finally stopped, pinning her against the wall, her legs locked around my back, we both gasped for air.

I released one of my hands and she let one of her legs down to prop her up against the wall. When her other leg touched the floor I staggered back, pulling my cock from her body with a click and a pop.

"Oh god, Sonny." She gasped, staring at me. "We shouldn't. Please."

I didn't know what she was saying exactly but glanced at the clock. "Jesus. Is that the time? I have to go." It was three-thirty and I was easily twenty minutes away in good weather from the dealership. I did not wish to remain with her and reopen negotiations or open remonstrations because surely I was the violator in this instance, taking her when she hoped I'd not offer her the chance to be taken again. I did and she was and she orgasmed without the least resistance. I wanted to avoid any aftermath. With more speed than I thought possible, I dressed. Dori remained propped against the wall, mostly nude, cum running down both legs, her tits crimson. Her blond flip seemed perfectly coiffed despite her nudity.

I shrugged on my coat and stopped.

"I have an appointment at four and..."

She smiled, her whole demeanor brightened. "God, Sonny, go. Go. Go or I'll tie you to the bed and fuck you till..." She tailed off. She shook her head. "We can't. We shouldn't have. Go. God, Sonny, get out of here. You know we can't do this!" Her voice squeaked with inner denial. "If we do this again..."

I did not and could not argue. I nodded and left. There were any number of ways to finish that sentence. I staggered out of the door and drove carefully to the dealership. I realized I had not discussed getting a car with my sisters. I could not think they should have a problem but then I realized I had no way to explain how I came to have that amount of money at my disposal. I didn't, though, that was the truth. I was taking on a job and the car was a perk. No need to tell them it was deeded in my name. I could leave that out and not...it wasn't really any of their business anyway, was it?

I got to the dealer and they showed me a number of cars. There was only one other person in the place and she drove a nice blue Chrysler 300. They showed me the dowdiest cars you can imagine. When I asked to drive the 300, the young guy agreed but said his boss had not approved it for me so he could not say what it would cost but it was likely more.

I loved it. When I realized that the whole Camaro thing was not possible, I decided to do the best I could. Bickerstaff and Kline were paying for my car, Alissa had made that clear. I felt like it would be good to cost them a little extra. When I met the boss, he was not encouraging. He met me when I got back from the tentative test drive on the slick roads. It was so cold my teeth hurt.

His name was Seth Morrison. He told me that car was not on the list. I had to pick from the others. I got a little pissy, mostly because I had finally wound down from my collision with Dori Hamilton and was feeling utterly unhappy with cracking so early and completely; ignoring our agreement to not see each other anymore and not waiting any longer to see if the woman would call and beg. Still, she did not seem perturbed that we had violated our agreement. Debra's idea that her mother got off on poaching dick still seemed a logical explanation but could easily have been a projection.

Still, Dori Hamilton was reluctant to engage in this lust fueled affair because of her daughter. I didn't want to explain away that reservation, I wanted it to vanish on its own or as her choice. Well, it wasn't so much our agreement as her wish, her limited view of our options. I had promised not to ruin her relationship with her daughter and I wouldn't. Turns out I wasn't so sure that precluded fucking her into blissful forgetfulness. I had them both but like a penurious child with a bag of M&Ms, I was savoring each element of this new mother/daughter combination by itself. I had not heard from D. Debra so I didn't know of the lust infused negotiations would be honored and I would be on her because of it, last in line to be sure but its not like I had no where to store my cock while I waited on D. Debra to open house for me.

The manger roused me out of my reverie insisting I ignore the 300.

I told Morrison I could just go somewhere else but he smirked and told me I was welcome to try but his were the best prices for the best cars and besides, Peppers et al did not do business with anyone else when it came to cars. I agreed to come back tomorrow and we'd see if they had another option.

I drove a way irritated.

I got home about seven, the traffic was miserable and it was snowing again. I had studying to do and tiptoed through the tulips without stopping to smell the roses. The women of the house were clustered like a coven in the living room watching TV. It irritated me to be the only student but I was unraveled by Dori. She smelled and felt and kissed and fucked like her daughter. They fucked the same. Every other sensation I experienced with her seemed to echo, redolent with her daughter. The differences just made things better.

I went to bed early and reviewed fucking Dori Hamilton. We'd barely spoken. My passion for her mirrored hers for me. Neither of us hesitated but coupled just inside the door. I went to sleep and dreamed of fucking Dori Hamilton, waking again and again with the taste of her on my lips and the feel of her breasts bunched against my chest as she rode my cock. Half of the time in the dream, I'd gander around and find D. Debra gazing at me with a wholly unfamiliar look on her face, like she was someone else entirely. I'd converted her but I needed to determine how firm that conversion was. At that time, I had little idea how I was to go about settling it. I had a number of boxes to check first. That thought warmed me with anticipation. Checking her boxes would be a thrill and a whistle.

I got up late after a harrowing night to an empty house. I wondered where Norma was and found her still asleep in Mom's room. It was Wednesday. I left her and drove carefully to school. The cold persisted and the sun came out about about eleven. I just got out of History class when Alissa called.

She told me I had to get my cars at Morrison's and they had a budget. When she told me what it was, I knew that Morrison was fucking with me. The 300 was clearly in my price range. I made a deal with Alissa that if I could get the price down, she'd get me the difference. She agreed that made some sort of sense. She'd call it an advance or something.

I was just getting ready to go do battle with the dealership when Tawny called. She'd overslept, called in sick but had forgotten a big account rep was coming in and she needed my car. Or I had to drive her downtown. I did not want to have to pick her up that night, as she thought it would be late. In weather like this Uber was no more dependable than the taxis were. I decided I'd get Norma to drive me to the dealership so I went by and got Tawny and she drove me home.

She dropped me and skittered away to make her appointment and I trudged up to the house.

It was empty. I checked the garage to see if Norma was hiding in a closet or something but her car wasn't there. When I checked her room, there was no sign of her. Shit, shit, shit.

I was just about to call a taxi when something occurred to me. My little lizard brain was at work. I called Sean.

"Hey, Sonny, how's it hanging?"

"Fine. Listen, is your mom home?"

"No. She works, at a real job, remember. Why?"

"I need her. Think it would be too disruptive if I demanded she leave work and come give me a ride?"

"She'd be thrilled I think, Sonny. God, you don't know what it has been like around here. I never would have imagined it. Say, I need to talk to you sometime about...wait, do you mean a ride, ride? Or a ride ride?" His tone made the distinction.

"I mean a car ride." I said, chuckling.

"Oh, well, don't tell mom that. She'd be insulted I think."

"Not a bad thing. She responds positively to insults."

"We have different perspectives on that, I guess."

He gave me his Mom's office number and told me how to activate the paging system so she would be paged to the phone or forwarded if she was out of the office. He insisted we talk later about something important and we disconnected.

I dialed Lydia Favors' office number and had to use the paging system. She came on the line all officious and professional and shit, right up till I spoke. "I need you now, Mrs. Favors. Come to my house." I said, agreeing implicitly with Sean's assessment of Mrs. Favors' reaction to being pimped out as an Uber driver. I did not feel badly about that little dissimulation, if I had my way, her disappointment would only add to the thrill.

"Sonny?" Her voice slackened, all the pace and power fluttered away. "Will you excuse me? I need to take this. No, its personal."

I heard a door close and then Lydia spoke in a whisper.

"Jesus Christ, Sonny, what are you calling me on this number for? How did you get...Sean gave it to you, didn't he?"

I almost answered the question but caught myself and avoided getting hooked into her frame of reference. I didn't care if she was having tea with the Queen of England and communion with Pope Franklin. I needed to make that clear. This was not a negotiation.

"Come to my house." I said.

"Now?"

"Now."

"I...okay. Okay, ten, make it fifteen minutes. I'll be there."

"Just honk when you get here. I'll come out. You'll drive."

She agreed and hung up.

Waiting for her seemed like three days. When she finally honked I got in the car and told her the direction and next turn to take. I decided not to tell her anything. We drove like that, me giving short line directions and she going where I told her to go.

When I directed her into the dealership, she cursed but then went silent. She had figured out this was not a sex thing, in her mind. It was just a mundane humiliation I subjected her to because I could. She made it plain that was what she thought was the case. I let her talk but kept my own counsel. I directed her to park along the side past the panel of windows. The cold together with the snow falling again kept the salesmen from swarming us.

"Lydia, I know this seems inconsequential to you but these guys are trying to cheat me."

Her eyes flashed at that statement. "Cheat you? How?"

I explained how they seemed to be pushing me to take a cheap car they could then bill to Peppers and company the full limit of the budget. The flexible part was me, the callow kid who didn't know how things work. Truth is, I didn't know.

"I, I asked you to come with me here, to distract them while I figure out how to get what I want for a fair price. I did some research last night and I think I know what I should get and that sort of thing but, if you would take off your coat and unbutton your blouse a little, maybe a lot, then maybe I'll have a little advantage. They'll be looking down your cleavage while they should be paying attention to the deal. You, in fact, will distract them both because you are beautiful and sexy and because you are older than me. They'll think you can be taken away from me."

Mrs. Favors nodded thoughtfully. "But they can't. Take me away, I mean. So they'll insult you by flirting with me right in front of your face. I get it."

She did but her expression did not show she liked it. I laid a hand on her knee, she wore a long brown corduroy skirt and the rough texture aroused me. I had a flash of lifting it up to her hips to see what I could see. For a moment I just looked at my hand on her leg.

When I realized I was stalled, I looked up at her. My mind started working again. "I, I'll make it up to you. I promise." I referred to her feeling that I was humiliating her. That was not my intention but I understood her perspective.

"Sonny, you own me. And my daughter. If you told me to fuck them, what could I do? You want to use me as a pair of tits and cleavage? Who am I to complain. I am fucking my own son and my daughter, I am pretty sure I don't have a lot of room to argue."

Her somber recitation of the situation sobered me. "Would you rather go? I can get a cab home or one of them might drive me or something. I can find a ride."

Something flitted behind her eyes. She blinked, twice. Finally she shook her head. "No, Sonny. I'm here, I might as well tease the assholes a little." She smiled a little then. "It's sometimes good for a girl's ego to have a guy's eyes drinking her tits. You feel like a microphone when they talk to you while their eyes are locked on your nipples. They get hard and erect then and it just makes things worse." She looked away out the side window. "Or better, maybe. No. I'll stay." She did not seem to notice I had given her an option and she exercised it on her own.

I got a flash that she was somehow disappointed, like she thought she was going to a lay down and all I wanted was for her to tease a car salesman. I dismissed the thought. Surely I was being wishful, not sensing her response to the situation. I was projecting and I don't mean my cock, although it was projecting too. I needed it to go down so I wouldn't walk into a car dealership with a pointer in my pants; that likely would not be good. I'd be a mark from the beginning.

"Are we going in or just going to sit here and wait to freeze to death?" Lydia spoke to the window. I could see her breath fogging on the frozen glass. Glass is a liquid, did you know that? Over time, it will change shape, which is why windows in those old houses rattled when the wind blew, the ones where the panes were in wooden frames. The glass oozed down to the bottom leaving the upper part of the pane loose in the frame so the wind would make them rattle, which was creepy as hell in a strange house.