Extending the MILF List Ch. 18

I shrugged. "Look, this was fun but listen, I am full of shit." Another lie. Shit, I was on a roll. "If you really want something like this, you need to call me. You have my number. I won't assume anything unless you call me but, if and I say if you call, these are the terms. This is what you'll get."

"My fantasy." She whispered.

"Likely. I want to be sure you chose this, that you wanted to hand yourself over to me, to be used as I like. Take some time, think it over. If you ever say 'no' to me, I'll never call again. It's always or nothing, done, the end. My goal is to constantly find just the right amount of sizzle to keep you cooking and never to break your rapport with your own sexuality."

"You'll give me what I ask for?" Carol Lynn whispered, her lust exposed to me like a political scandal.

"Plus a little, maybe a lot. Ever had two men in you at the same time? Or three?"

"Oh god." Carol Lynn breathed.

"Exactly. If you want to be a hooker and have me arrange it for you, I can but in return, you put on my collar. It'll be gold for you, I think. I'll have an inscription on the inside that says Sonny Duncan's Property. And I'll use you. In exchange for fulfilling your fantasy...hey, I bet I could even arrange for you to go down on Suzanne."

The woman's face turned into a mask of such horror, I had to laugh.

"Just kidding. Look at it like this. If you call, at least you know you won't need to fuck your own son. That was only if I'd lost."

Her expression looked like two movie projectors were playing different movies on the same screen at the same time, the images superimposed and the meaning of each jumbled up with the other. One was The Sound of Music and the other was El Cid. I got a knowing twinge then. That suggestion had hitched a ride into the her central processing id and was going to take time before it became clear where it fit or if it fit for her. It was the little groan she took the trouble to stifle that tipped me off but I knew, I knew I'd contaminated her imagination with my MILF List mentality. I grunted, wanting to laugh but I was conserving my energy.

"Yeah. Lucky." She spoke without conviction. She stood up. "I need to be going." She seemed ready to say something else but then didn't, as though she'd forgotten the "out" I granted her and was about to act the sex object and ask for permission to go. Only when she remembered my offer did she clamp her teeth together and go into the bath and shower.

I dozed. She woke me when she came out. She stood looking down at me, flaccid and at peace, again evinced the urge to speak when she need not, sniffed a little and turned around.

After she left, I spent a couple minutes considering that I'd given her the out and in doing so might have frustrated my ability to help Borland out. I don't know why I wanted to do that, help him. I mean, fucking his wife is one thing but helping him with his kids, that's something altogether different, more intimate I think. It seemed somehow even more illicit to have had Carol Lynn than having Suzanne. I'd deflected Carol Lynn's effort to insert herself into Borland's business by inserting myself into her as planned and now I had let her off the hook.

Its hilarious to me how you can just make up rules and lots and lots of people will fall in line with them, even if they end up riding their own son's cock. I had the sure feeling that this Jason was in for a whole new experience when I extended the MILF list not only to include his mom but to him as well. If I was right, his life was about to change and change profoundly. I had to wait and see though.

I meant to get up and shower. Deciding that I'd arranged Mrs. Northcutt the former very adroitly filled me with a vast sense of wellbeing, like I actually had the world by the ass. Of course, I went to sleep then. My day wasn't over. Banging on my door woke me up. It was dark, so it was after five or so. Shit. I thought. The banging resumed and I staggered up, bumped something hard with my less hard shin and lit up the dark with some very blue language. I stumbled around, naked, till I found a light. I heard the door open.

"Shit." I thought. "What's this?"

I scuttled into the bath and turned on the shower and jumped. God, it was cold! I shut it off.

"Hello?" I shouted, got out and wrapped a towel around my waist. I padded out into the bedroom and found Ellen Collier with a bellman and a security guy by her side. "What the hell, Sis?" I said automatically, knowing the only way she'd get into the room was claiming something like that.

"You didn't answer my calls. I got worried." She muttered.

"Are you Sonny Duncan?"

I nodded.

"And that's my sister, Ellen Collier, so half sister but it still counts, right? Our mother had ADD when it came to men. She remarried after my dad fucked the maid and scampered off to the Philippines to start over with a new family." I realized there was no way she looked younger than me but who was going to believe me anyway. "A couple years later and poof, there was Ellen, squalling and making a fuss."

Ellen glowered at me. She turned to first one of the bellmen and then the other.

"Thank you, Charles and you to Anton. I was so worried. He hasn't been well lately and when I couldn't reach him on his phone, I guess I jumped to conclusions..." she shrugged, pulling the blouse tight over her muffin tits, showing them to the world because she needed and wore no bra. The two men looked back and forth from me to her like they were dealing with aliens and didn't know who was going to eat who...I mean that in the cannibal sense, not the sex thing sense.

"You're welcome Miss. Take care now. I wouldn't worry about your a...brother," the man sniffed evocatively, "I think he can take care of himself just fine. This room doesn't smell like depression."

Ellen sniffed, lifting her nose like a hound testing the wind.

"By god, you're right! What have you been up to, young man?"

"You mean who have I been up in, right? I told you if you could get some, I would. Mrs. Bickerstaff was very accommodating."

"Oh my god, I told you that woman was..." Ellen actually colored. She looked at the two men. "I thank you for your help. No need for you to get splashed with our family goo."

Charles and Anton looked at each other and nodded. They left us. When the door banged shut, Ellen and I both burst out laughing. She tottered towards me and hugged me, pressing her fine body against my bare chest.

"That was hilarious. God, when you called me, sis, I knew we'd be okay. That was quick thinking. I wasn't sure you'd cover for me and I'd be in deep shit."

"If you get in deep shit then it'd be difficult if not uncomfortable to get deep in you." I said.

She ground her crotch against my leg.

"That's what I'm here for." She said.

"I need to shower. Make yourself at home."

"Nice place. Where the heck are you getting money for this? Is this really from Peppers, dork and dick?"

I grunted.

"My mother is Sid Kingston's sex toy. I am sure that has something to do with it."

"You're mother is milking Sid Kingston? Lucky you."

"I am sure she is milking him but not that sort of liquidity, I don't think. Mom doesn't seem to be turned on by money. Power maybe."

"Or huge cocks, maybe?" Ellen arched an eyebrow at me. "I've heard rumors of the Kingston legend." I left it at that and went into actually shower. When I came out, Ellen wagged her hand at me. She had my phone.

"You're out of power." She said.

Suddenly, I woke up. It was like I'd been somnambulant. I hadn't given any thought to what came next or where I was in the program. I'd just washed off the thin layer of memory that coated my body and thought about how it got there, not what was pending next in my grand pussy challenge to the death.

"Fuck. What time is it?"

"Seven-thirty. I've been calling you for two hours. That's why I did get a little worried. I thought maybe you ran out of pussy and killed yourself fucking a wall socket."

"I may be close to death but its not because I ran out of pussy. It might be because of too much..." I stopped. It was bad fucking luck to say that out loud, particularly to pussy. Goddamn females stick together, well, right up until they don't. "...activity and not enough sleep." I finished up lamely. Ellen didn't acknowledge my faux pas, karmic or otherwise. Good, maybe I was safe! We'd see.

Seven-thirty? Shit, I'd told the Travers women I'd meet them at seven, right? Crap. And what time did I tell Landon...? I wondered where they were and of course my fucking phone had pissed blood. Shit. Shit. And shit! I stopped the tumble into panicked anger. Hey, where were the Travers women going to go, anyway? If I was late, what? Were they going to leave town?

I decided to go down and plug my phone in the car charger. I had the attachment. I cleaned up the room and wondered if I'd come back here or if we'd use one of the Travers women's rooms. I called for late maid service and they indicated it'd take a couple hours. I went and opened a window to the frigid cold, hoping to get the dank smell of pussy out of the room.

Ellen watched me go through this from a chair in the living room. When I was ready to go, she stood up and when I put my hand on her ass she looked around at me.

"Sure you want to do that? They think I'm your sister, now."

"Dressed like that, do you think they believed you?" After she removed the ankle length coat, she looked like she didn't know it was winter. She wore a short, very tight, purple dress that hugged her like a second skin, replete with sequins that glittered and blinded. The skirt failed to cover her garters and the stockings they supported. The sequins looked cold cold, because it looked metallic. It hugged her tits and belly and made her look, well, like a hooker. The gauzy purple did not disguise her white skin.

"You're the hooker, okay? You are going to get the double trouble, but mostly as a demonstration. It will be an invitation to at least one of them to give it a go. So this has to go well or..."

"Or you might not get a good review from the Travers women?"

I was startled that she knew what was going on.

Ellen nodded. She seemed inordinately pleased.

"What?" I asked looking down at her. I wanted to find out what she knew about the Travers women and who she'd been talking to, more to the point if Alissa had filled her in. I chuckled, filling her in was my job, after all.

"Listen, this is an advance payment on letting you be the little fly on the wall when Sammy and Sam share a woman for the first time." I was still toying with that agenda. I had to see how things went.

"What? I thought that woman was supposed to be me?"

"I shrugged.

"Depends on how you do with my two friends tonight."

"So, first I'm the sister, then the hooker and tomorrow?"

"You'll be the main course after the appetizers are consumed, I think. Look, its going to take Sam and Sammy a little time to adjust to each other, naked. Sharing you will be a challenge, just like sharing Melissa is going to be a challenge."

"Melissa?"

"Alissa's, Mrs. Honeywell's sister. This is all mostly her idea. Not you but having the father and son duo do her in the duodenum."

"I'm pretty sure you have the wrong name for the anatomy you are referencing there."

"I am pretty sure you are right. I was just showing off my alliteration I learned about in Lit class last semester."

I patted her ass. Ellen looked down at my hand like I had claws.

"Sister." She whispered.

"Hooker." I whispered back, squeezing her pert little ass.

Still, to the point, I dropped my hand off her ass and we walked to the elevator. I decided on the way down that I'd peek in the restaurant and bar to see if my next mother and daughter duo were to be found. Turned out I didn't need my phone. I saw them over by the window, in a booth. They didn't see me. I walked Ellen into the place and saw Imogen Travers catch sight of me. I then heard my name and realized I'd about forgotten about Landon.

He was at a table near the bar. He waved and I walked Ellen over to him. I introduced them. When neither spoke I decided I needed to move things along and I needed a little time with the Travers women but I needed to power up my phone first. I took Ellen's hand and touched it to Landon's arms. Neither moved.

"Dude, I'm sorry I took so long and kept you waiting."

Landon waved the unencumbered hand at me.

"Listen, Ellen is playing the hooker tonight." I fished into my pocket for the key card. "Why don't you two go upstairs and play. By play, I mean blow him. I'll be up in fifteen or twenty minutes. Okay? I need to get my charger for my phone."

"I have one, well, its in my car."

I nodded. "Mine too." I realized I did have an AC charger as well as the car charger. I glanced in Imogen's direction. She was staring at me, her laser eyes fixed on me like she was radar controlled. I patted Ellen on the ass. "No soiling her...I want a little taste of Ellen before we look at love from both sides now."

Landon arched an eyebrow at me and I glanced at the table behind him. There were three empty glasses on the table. I didn't think the waitstaff was lazy, I thought maybe Landon was three sheets to the wind. He did like to drink and would if he was bored. Not to excess usually but past the point where I found it fun.

"Well, Mr. Clark, was it? Let's go see what you have. I'll measure you the way I like to measure cock, with my tongue. Okay?"

Landon nodded. He hadn't spoken since we arrived and I wondered what that meant. They trooped past me and I heard a waiter calling. I found the guy glaring at Landon and I settled him down with cash. I was about out. I settled the bill and then, without acknowledging the Travers women, left the bar. I hoped they'd be patient. I got the location of my car from the valet and scampered out with my keys to get my charger. I plugged in my phone to see what else I'd missed. It made all sorts of noise when I plugged it in.

I muttered and peeked at my phone. There was an text message from Messy Melissa with her flight details. "Fuck a rock." I muttered.

I'd forgotten a few minor details while I was fucking around. I dialed Sam Honeywell. He answered on the first ring.

"Mr. Honeywell, Sam?"

"Yes. Who's this?"

"Sonny. Duncan."

"Sonny? Man, you sound different somehow, like you're tired or something. You sick?"

"You have no idea. Listen, where are you?"

Silence.

"Is Alissa with you?" He asked, his voice replete with suspicion.

"No. Why?"

"Just checking. I'm in my apartment, the one you know about."

"You plan to be in town this weekend, starting tomorrow night?" I asked, suddenly bubbling with anticipation. God, this should be really good.

"Yes." Sam said the word as though it was a train with lots of parts clacking behind the front sound.

"Good. Have you seen Sammy?"

Another pause.

"No." The garrulous fuck suddenly went all laconic on me. Lucky, I decided, since I didn't have a lot of time for chitchat. I had confusing pussy waiting.

"Well, how about we get together at my apartment tomorrow night...you, me and Sammy and a couple women who would enjoy the thrill of fucking us."

He groaned. I heard it, like someone grabbed hold of his cock too hard.

"You're kidding right? You mean, to give some lucky broad the thrill of doing a father and son in the same bed?"

"Is that a thing?"

"Hell, I mean heck, yes. I've been tempted a few times...I mean they asked for it, to meet my son, for me to introduce him. I didn't think he'd go for it since I'm not the most popular person in that household and..."

"You might have been right but the car helped a lot I think. Plus the fact that he's had sex with your wife and her sister."

"His mother and his aunt, oh god." Sam Honeywell groaned again. "Oh gosh, you're killing me here."

"I thought you two could get a chance to share a woman before Melissa gets here. Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mention that did I? Melissa's coming in tomorrow night. She's hot to have you two, together, at the same time, I mean."

"No, you didn't mention it." Sam was stuck on Melissa is coming. I don't think he had processed the rest after I said that.

"She's coming in late, around eleven. I thought, perhaps, you and Sammy and I could, you know, have a..." I stuttered to a stop.

"Orgy, I think is the word you're looking for. You mean, though, I should share a woman with my son, right? That's what you're talking about." His voice had gotten wooden, like arthritis has set in after a cold night on the couch.

"Well, well, yeah, I guess that is what I mean. I thought it would be a little awkward if you and he hadn't, you know..."

Sam cleared his throat into the pause I left him.

"Yes, I know. You sure about this?"

"Melissa expects it. She does. You'll have her Thursday night and Friday night and then, then we'll see. If I can arrange it, Saturday you might get a pair of sisters."

"Oh sweet Jesus!" Sam groaned again. "Sonny, you better not be messing with me...!"

"I assure you, well, I promise nothing except that I'll try. For all I know, Alissa may take my balls right along with yours."

"You needn't worry. You're faster than me. You don't need to be faster than the bear, just faster than the guy with you."

"The cat you mean." I grunted, amused. "So? You still up for this?"

He grunted.

"Say it out loud, Sam, so I know we understand each other."

"Why don't you just assume and see what happens?" The line went dead.

Fuck. I called him back.

"Sam..."

"What?" He sounded angry.

"Seven tomorrow night, okay? Seven."

"Seven." He agreed.

I disconnected this time.

My phone rang in my hand and I jumped like it'd talked to me. I answered.

"Sonny?" The voice was new but familiar. I was fanning through the fannies I'd seen. "Mr. Duncan, I mean."

Oh god. It was Mrs. Olivette.

"Hello, Sandra." I said softly. I knew instantly what she was doing calling me.

"He wants, I mean I want to have sex with my husband."

I waited, almost snickering to myself. I waited and waited. Finally, I looked at my phone to see if it was still active. It was.

"I didn't hear a question, Mrs. Olivette." I said softly.

"May I?" Her voice quivered.

Holy sheep dip, I'd really gotten to her.

"What have you done, since then, since Monday, I mean?"

"I, uh, nothing. Nothing since you gave me permission the one time...truly!"

I nodded. "What do you want to do?" I chuckled in her ear. "What does he want to do?"

"I don't know, just a moment, let me ask."

I shook my head, amazed. The woman was unhinged. Her voice came back after being muffled while she asked.

"He wants to make love to me."

"I figured that. I mean which hole? All of them or pussy only or what?" My words felt like I was slapping her with them.

"Just a minute." Her voice was muffled for a moment. "Pussy. Just pussy." She said, speaking all finicky, like she was holding a dead mouse by the tail with finger and thumb.

"Yeah, okay. Till Midnight then close up shop, you hear? Did you go to work today?"

"I had my TA teach my classes...oh!" She squawked. "Till midnight." She whispered and disconnected. She was avoiding the truth, I could feel it. I cared but not that much. I was still umbrella rich. I checked to see if the phone had charged enough, feeling the time slipping past my ears but then remembered I needed to call Sammy. The car was running so I wasn't freezing.

I selected Sammy and called.

I needed to confirm the time to meet tomorrow. I still hadn't said anything to him about his father. I wondered if I should. I couldn't see Sammy making a big deal about it. I mean, most guys get to share a beer with their fathers at one time or another and that's pretty cool. Not like I'd ever have that but Sammy did. Sharing a woman or two or three or four, now that's a little different but not completely unhinged, not really. Well, it is but, I decided to leave it alone. If Sammy got weird about Ellen, it might be too much to handle with Melissa.