Extending the MILF List Ch. 12

"Well? What does she think about this?"

He looked over at me. "I guess I was hoping you'd just seduce her and that would be that. Whatever hold you have on Lydia, you can have it with Holly. I'll approve it and she'd be fine."

"Would she be fine?" Then I had another thought. "Just how kinky is your sister? I mean does she do other girls? Would she take on a group of guys?" I was testing in theory what she'd likely encounter if I got a collar around her neck. My cock got hard at the thought. I shook my head.

Morrison regarded me with a mixture of surprise and envy. I could see the greening of his thinking and it wasn't renewable energy. "Two guys? Another woman?" Morrison muttered, saying the word like he was tasting some exotic spice that might be poison. He shook his head. "Buddy, my women all end up on their backs." He shook his head again, harder this time, so hard it looked painful. "I don't think variety and sex go together. I have one way and it works. All those options, they just confuse me and I think it reduces the value of..."

I interrupted. "Sort of ironic for a car salesman, isn't it? I get a kick when a woman rides me like a pony and comes so hard she falls over like a felled tree." I nearly burst out laughing at the man's expression. I waved a hand at him. I wanted to give him some pointers on dealing with Lydia but decided that was getting ahead of myself. And full of myself, it being unlikely he needed any pointers. I kept that out of my conversation but only barely. It was heady having this guy sulking and nearly begging for me to help him with his own sister, something I'd have been all my pussy against when I first met him. You never know and thinking you do can be dangerous. "Okay, look, let me think about it. How and if, since they sort of go together."

I wanted to sound out Lydia Favors, too, just to see if she was copacetic with it. That might be a non-starter. I thought she'd be okay but there was Quilla and, well, I didn't want to commit right now. Making him wait, there is some irony with that because that is the standard ploy with a car salesman. I wanted to laugh about that, just from the savage glee at turning the tables on someone but I focused on his pain and what I could do to help. I had both, no need to make an issue of it though.

"Why don't you let me get back to you on this."

Morrison looked anguished.

I thought I'd stepped in it again and swore I saw nothing, no horse pucky, no pot holes, no muddle puddles.

"Holly, she won't even talk to me. I think I said some horrible things to her and I want to make that all okay with her again but I just can't. I decided I could give her my approval of whatever you do to her. I'd, if you agreed, I'd be able to let her do everything you could get her to do and be open minded. A little late, I'll warrant but like you said, better late than never."

That seemed weird to me. I didn't think he was around when I said that. The universe tends to bend around me sometimes. I supposed the receptionist passed it along to him or something. Wait, I didn't say it, he did. The guy was rattled.

"This is all fucked up, I know but I guess I know that life just isn't neat most of the time. I dated a woman once and she explained Cubicism and Abstractivism like that. It made sense to me, that those crazy ass fuckers were just trying to capture the craziness they saw right out there at their fingertips."

"Cubism and Abstractionism." I said, correcting his verbal butchery, hoping mine was actually correct.

"What?"

"Never mind." I waved him off.

"I know, I have a way of looking at things and...Holly should have left him long ago but she won't. She, she says she married him for better and worse and this is the worse. I talked her into renegotiating the sex thing and now she has dropped it in my lap and I fucked it up."

"You didn't fuck anything at all," I interjected. "That is the problem. It seems inconsistent and she thinks she misunderstood you. Maybe she thought you were trying to help. Now she is ashamed that she thought of that but you didn't. Now she feels, she thinks she looks like the pervert in the family, not you."

Morrison looked at me again. His eyes kept wandering off to some abstract distance, then snapping back to me like a boy's eyes going back to a pissed off nun after he decided god was a fantasy.

We sat in silence for a while. I really don't know how long. To tell you the truth I let my mind idle and I got hard. First there came a vision of D. Debra Hamilton eating my sister and then the feel of her mother's body coating mine as I thrust into her and the commingling of the twin sensations of mother and daughter on the tip of my tongue and the end of my cock. My cock got really hard. I started to shake.

Morrison stood up. "Well, if there is nothing else. Congratulations. You have a great car there."

I stood up, though Morrison was so big I had to check to make sure I wasn't still sitting and that my legs were lying to me, the lazy fucks. Nope, I was standing.

"Listen, I feel for you, man. There is some complexity to this but I can work with it. Let me do some work and I'll see." I had a thought. "Does Lydia know your sister?"

Morrison nodded, his attention focused on me.

The differences in our ages seemed to vanish. Suddenly, I had authority in his office.

"I'll, let me cogitate on this and I'll, I'll call you."

He bent over and wrote on one of his cards and handed it to me. "That'll get you to my cell number without getting it forwarded all over tarnation. Call any time. And, Sonny, thanks. This is eating me up. I, I hate the goddamn nuns but it does help to confess sometimes."

I shook my head, amazed. How do I end up getting squeezed into the cosmic cracks in the universe. Better than the asscrack of reality but still, it seemed unbelievably weird to me. The man wanted to trade me his sister...and he seemed okay with that! God, that made no sense to me but there it was.

I swam in that miasma of strangeness till I finished gassing the car, which I did even though the gauge said it was full, just to be sure. Then it hit me. I had a new car! Suddenly my chest burst with excitement.

Just as suddenly I had a question to answer. How do I explain a spanking new car to my sisters? Of course, it struck me that these sisters were the very women I was fucking or about to fuck...explaining a new car need not cause me consternation being a relatively small thing in the cosmic scheme of things which included buggering them and handing them off to my friends. Oh fuck, that idea made my chest hurt. I blamed the cold.

I got into the car relieved and was just about to pull away when my phone rang. I pulled over to talk. Who texts and drives? They must have a death wish. Plus, my cock was hard because the ebullience carried with it the vestiges of lust for Dori Hamilton with it. I was heading to her house auspiciously to show her my new car. My reality was delusional on that point.

So, my phone rang and it was Lydia Favors.

"Sonny? Sonny? Thank god, I meant to call you earlier but I got called into a meeting and I just now got free. Have you talked to Seth yet?"

She seemed breathless, even hyperventilating.

I put the car into park and it hit me. I owned a car! My god. Unless you have gotten a first car after waiting for fucking ever, you don't know what I mean. Suddenly I was hyperventilating and it had nothing to do with pussy. Well, not directly, after all this could be considered the car that pussy bought.

"I just left him." I managed around the bowling ball in my chest. I wanted to run around and scream. I just sat still, though, quivering like a deer smelling a cougar.

"Oh. Well fuck me. I am sorry, Sonny. I should have called earlier." She took a big breath and sighed. "He decided he wanted me and I told him you own me. If he wanted a piece of me, he had to clear it with you, first. Oh shit, wait a moment."

I heard her muffled voice and then she returned.

"Sonny? Sonny?"

"I'm here."

"Did I do right?"

I nodded. Felt stupid. "I, did he explain what he had in mind?"

"What do you mean?"

I repeated the proposal Seth Morrison had just made to me and ended with a question. "Do you know his sister?"

"Holly? God yes. We, we hung out for a while till her dickhead brother dumped me. She was younger than me by oh, four years? That was years ago but Sonny, those moments, that time when you are young, you never forget it because your nerves are all raw and open. You have few or no filters. It all sticks and it all came back at lunch with him. Seth, he was the same guy but different, better. Men don't age, they just mature. God, we women wait so long for you assholes to grow up...oops." She realized what she was saying and to whom and she swallowed her own voice.

"I know what you mean." I said. "I think, anyway. Growing up is hard if there is nothing to force it on us." I stopped.

Lydia did not speak. She waited and waited but finally spoke up. "So? What are you thinking?"

"Do you want to get some of him?"

"God, yes. I felt young again, or at least I felt the buzz of that sexual attraction crackling on my skin again. I mean, Sonny, I feel it with you too but it, its different with Seth. Always was there."

"What about his sister?"

"Holly? God, I haven't seen her in ages." I don't know. I really don't." She took a deep breath. "He, he really said that? That she tried to suck him off? God, well, Holly was a live wire and liked shocking people but Seth, that she'd even try something like that with him seems beyond my imagination. God, I cannot begin to imagine what she was thinking."

"Lydia, can, can you get in contact with her and see, see what you think? If, I want to know if Seth has his head up his ass or if trading you for his sister actually makes some sense. Is that something you'd be comfortable doing? Trying to know her mind about such things?"

"You mean getting her a collar like Laura has?"

That question, so obvious in retrospect completely stumped me. I had difficulty assimilating that concept but then I imagined the picture of her I saw with a silver little circle around her neck, one I knew had my name engraved on it and I felt a zing. "Yes. That's exactly what I mean."

"I can try. I'll try. Okay? Is that enough? I'll try."

"You try. I, I don't want to run into something like that without knowing how it fits with her. This might all be a cockup of some sort and I don't want to make it worse by taking something that is essentially silly, seriously. You find out."

"I will."

"Oh Mrs. Favors, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Didn't you say something about wanting to get Quill a car?"

"I suggested it but she insisted on doing it herself. I suspect she wanted more than I was willing to pay for and is holding out for when she can guilt her father into it. She is saving money towards it though."

"How much does she have?"

"Oh, maybe six grand. That is well short of what she has in mind. She is utterly dazzled by the new car sensation but that won't get her much. So she does without. Why?"

"This is a negotiation. I like to know what I can add to the pot."

Lydia hissed into her phone. "Sonny, I'm pretty sure you already added her to the pot. Seth is under the impression he can have a go at both of us, I mean at once. I haven't corrected that impression."

"I didn't want to, I don't want to force you or Quilla to do something you don't want to do." I said, repeating my mantra. "I want you to enjoy what I make you do."

"Is that an order?"

"No. Of course not but sometimes if you try something, you find you like it even though it seems...seems..." I lost my voice.

"Perverted?" Mrs. Favors offered. "I know or think I know what you like, what you want. You want a woman to lose her mind with pleasure. That turns you on. Guess what? It turns me on, to be directed like that. I was terrified with Quilla the first time but now, now I think about it on the commute home and by the time I'm home, I am wet and wild. Sean just slides into me like I'd been oiled up for him. All from thiking about tasting my own daughter again." She went silent.

"Can you make contact with Holly, see what is going on there?"

"I gotta go. I'll check on that and get back to you, Mr. Duncan." She disconnected.

I sat staring at my phone for a moment and then looked out at the wider world, from the driver's seat of my own car.

Okay, I sort of stumbled into this. I have little or no difficulty admitting that I did not really earn this, unless you think manhandling pussy deserves that sort of remuneration. I confess, I didn't. I felt like I was living someone else's life and I was a robber or something. A poacher, maybe. It just didn't feel real.

I started to drive, just feeling everything wonderful about having a new car. I drove in a sort of daze and that is my explanation for how I ended up at the Hamilton Hacienda. I pulled up and stopped at the front door and sat there, my car idling and the windows steaming up from the intense cold.

I turned off the car. I had no plan. My mind was blank but then I looked at the door. It was late in the afternoon, twilight was fast approaching and a light shone from deep in the house, a little aura glittering behind the pulled shades. My mind touched the last time I went through that door and I resolved not to be so rambunctious. That resolution cued me to the decision I had already made. I was going in. Consciously confronting that decision, the throbbing need behind my sternum and the hard cock in my pants signaled to my dulled mind that I had designs on the woman beyond that door.

I got out of my car and walked to the door. I don't know why but I tried the knob before I touched the doorbell.

It opened.

My heart raced, accelerating like a drag racer with all due haste. I swear I smelled burning rubber.

I stared at the crack in the door and pushed it silently open. I heard the warm gurgle of a TV inside. I slipped over the threshold like a burglar. I stood just inside the door and eased it closed. The latch clicked and I turned to the warm interior. I slid off my coat and let it drop onto the floor. I slipped off my shoes and took a couple steps deeper into the house. I wondered if D. Debra was home. Surely she was at play practice this late. I had a panicked thought about what would ensue if she found me in her house like this. I had little idea but figured that her mother would be panicked at the very best, if D. Debra were still upstairs. Given what I knew about these two, D. Debra might just fix herself a drink and be the audience while I fucked her mother.

That thought, of Dori Hamilton, brought me around to the current endeavor. I felt the need throbbing in me, almost vibrating through me, like God put my soul on vibrate so I wouldn't keep bothering him with importunities for things I ought not to be asking for, like another go at Dori Hamilton and her luscious pussy. It seem wrong in every religion to pray for more pussy.

I heard a clink from the kitchen. I padded around the corned, quiet as a mouse. Mrs. Dori Hamilton stood with her back to me fussing with some vegetables. She lay them aside and stood still, staring down at the cabinet. She seemed to have forgotten what she was doing.

I moved closer to her, any noise I made blended with the TV. She gave no indication she knew I was there. I decided to scare the piss out of her. In one quick motion, I moved up behind her, looped an arm around her waist and clasped another over her mouth. For a vast instant, she simply tensed, then she wriggled. I pulled her off her feet and away from the half moon on the cabinet. Her hands went right to my forearm and just like that, she went utterly limp.

Her body drifted against me and she offered no resistance. I released her mouth and she inhaled.

"Sonny? What are you doing here?" Her voice held a slight lilt of doubt.

I did not want to talk.

I dragged her, bodily, over the back of the couch. I released the arm around her middle and gave her a slight nudge with the heel of my hand. She flopped over the back of the couch like I'd deboned her spine. I reached around her and unbuttoned her slacks and yanked them violently down, off her hips and down her thighs to her knees. They got tighter the lower they went, a pair of those thin cut jeans that left no room for doubt or imagination. Her panties got tangled up with them so when I stood up straight, her ass was bare.

I touched Mrs. Hamilton between the legs and she cried out, some inchoate exclamation full of meaning but absent actual words. My hands shook as I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my slacks and pulled all my inhibitions down with them. She lay over the back of the couch utterly unmoving, just waiting for me to have her. The implicit compliance shot a thrill through me and I started to shake. My uninhibited cock sprung free, slapping gently against the luscious curve of her bent body. I crouched, trembling behind her. She felt the trembling in my hand on her hip and in a fly's sigh, she was trembling too, like I infected her with my need just that fast.

Her echoes of my need rang off the end of my cock and I swear I heard a loud clanging noise. After the fact I decided it was my brass balls banging together as I lined up to fuck my girlfriend's mother, again, the third time.

Dori, can I call her Dori? Mrs. Hamilton was wheezing over the back of the couch, her hands planted on the cushions, her head up. Fuck me, she was just waiting for the coup de grace. I felt the anticipation as tension in her fine flesh, suddenly oven hot under my hands. I bent my cock down and probed with it, searching for the harbor to shield me from the storm of my own lust. Her pussy kissed and then sucked me inside. I slid into the woman, like a con man into an empty seat at the horse track. There was no resistance, no hitch in her giddyup to gave me pause.

My cock fit into her completely and for a moment I felt like I had just jumped off a cliff. I felt air whistling by my ears and they popped. My eyes watered. My cock swelled. Dori groaned.

"God, yes!"

All was right with the world.

My hands turned to claws, to grappling hooks that held us together, my pirate ship and her galleon ready to be plundered. I felt the tightening of her ass against me, her butt muscles tensed around my implanted cock. She groaned softly, her body quivered. My trembling had dissipated but now, rooted deep in her body, the tremors returned. Instead of waiting for them to stop, I gripped her ass hard and began to bang away like John Henry hating the mountain. In my own defense, the trembling caused a little motion between us that turned immediately to amazing stimulation that I knew I could not resist. I began to deep fuck her out of desperation.

It only delayed the inevitable.

Dori started gasping for breath, like I was water boarding her. I was boarding her, alright. Her body bucked once and she screamed. Her body twerked once and then she stiffened.

"Oh my loving lord, fuck me!" She cried out, her voice replete with sweet anguish, jangling like chains behind a freed slave. I rammed into her over and over again, trying to get in sync with her ecstasy. I failed.

Each time she came, I was at some new part of my repetitive cycle. Once, I pulled back and she bucked me clear and came as I departed her, my cock, I mean, as it left her pussy. Another time, I rammed into her and ground us together and she jerked and howled like I was branding her as a surprise present. Another time, I began to back out of her and she clung to me like a dangling soul over the maw of hell; my cock scored the sides of her pussy as he clamped down on me. She seemed unwilling to let me leave the nook I had nestled into but doing so stimulated her into a frenetic thrashing that smacked her hips against me so hard I ended up on my heels, hanging onto her waist for dear life. The bitch nearly bucked me off and I had a deep stake in her little bolt hole and she still nearly undid me.