Extending the MILF List Ch. 18

Caroline blinked her eyes, making it seem like the light around me flickered. She patted the air between us.

"You, you don't understand. Then, then I want her to watch you do those same things to me. Would you do that?"

Would I? Would I! Wood eye?

I wanted to scream but didn't. Instead, I turned around and waved at the barkeep to figure up the check. I stood and walked over to the bar, just to see if there was any oxygen to be had over there. Not much more. Holy dog shit, I thought, to quote Sophocles Bickerstaff. I paid the tab and handed a generous tip to the guy. He grinned and nodded, then winked.

"Need any pills? I have some if you need a little punch up."

I grinned back.

"Do I look like I need help?"

"You look like you collected more than you bargained for." He returned. "Just saying."

I thought of the old bull and the young bull when I turned back to the table. To my delight, both women were standing, coats over their arms, purses clutched in their hands both ready and by extension, willing to follow me into the jaws of...pleasure? It was funny to see the daughter assume exactly the same pose as her mother, as though operating from a standard manual of arms. I gestured but then led them out of the room to the elevators. We were alone in the lee of the afternoon rush, in advance of the evening's arrivals.

Holy dog shit. I thought, the Travers women... I had to make room in my tightening schedule to get them arranged side by side and naked on the bed so I could fuck them. That meant I needed to keep a little lead in my pencil...oh, what the fuck. They were here for a couple more days. I didn't need no stinking umbrella.

"Me too." Sophie said from behind me and to my right. Caroline had slipped a hand inside my elbow and hugged it against her ample bosom. I swear I could feel the pattern on her substantial bra on my skin, through my shirt.

I twisted around to look at Sophie, pressing my elbow deep into Caroline's breast. The thrill shot through me like, well, like a shot. It tinked off every interior angle in my body and left quivering echos in its wake.

"If you do that to Mother, then you have to do it to me, right?" Sophie whispered. The words were yarn soft.

"Uh huh." I managed. Holy dog shit, I had another mother-daughter team for my boys and me to load onto the airtight express! Holy dog fucking aristocrats with cleft palates, the guys would never believe the queue that had formed to board our Cock and Balls Special! The Favors, the Klines, the Hamiltons and now the Bickerstaffs. Not to mention the Duncans...I suddenly had a vision of my dear mother doing it with each of her daughters...I got rock hard.

Shit, I needed to call Mom. The hard zing softened. I was a bad son. Or was that because I was planning how to fuck my mother and each of my sisters at the same time with a little help from my friends? Yeah, probably.

The elevator arrived and interrupted that train of thought. In service to putting it aside for the moment, I slipped my arm possessively around Caroline Bickerstaff and turned to look at Sophie. She smiled shyly but stepped into the arc of my right arm. I walked us into the elevator, three abreast, well, two abreast with me happily tucked in between them. I hit the button and turned around and looped my arms around the two gorgeous Nubians. I looked up and saw our smeared reflections in the chrome around the doors.

Look, Mom, I thought, I'm an Oreo!

The elevator finally stopped. I thought it might have gotten lost. I'd been trying to feel up these two women at the same time and it was blowing my mind. I don't know if that was trying to do two things at the same time or just one thing twice. We stepped off the car and I stopped.

"Don't remember where your room is?" Mrs. Bickerstaff the first asked.

"Don't mind if I just fuck you here?" I responded.

"I prefer having my knees on a nice soft something." She returned.

"Like a bed."

She nodded. "Like a bed."

"Knees." I mused. I shook my head. "Wait, I never have sex with a woman unless she can kiss. I suggest we get that out of the way before we get to the room." I was suddenly having second thoughts about doing these two for an audience. If they freaked out... I couldn't finish that thought. I felt like a burglar thinking of going into a house without a good exit plan.

The women both leaned out and looked at each other.

"Why you looking at me, Mom, I know I can kiss a man back into the Stone Age."

"Yeah, well, I can kiss a man into the future." Caroline volleyed back.

Uh oh. I thought. Competition. Then I grinned. God fuck a prophet, god fuck for profit, this could be fucking fun!

I walked us out into the main hallway and turned right. A maid was just emerging from a room, tugging a load of laundry she stuffed into a trolley hamper. I separated from Caroline and turned to Sophie. Her eyes got wide but then she closed them and lifted her mouth, parting her lips a little before licking around them with the pink tip of her tongue.

I kissed the spot she'd outlined. She kissed me back. Her fine body pressed against me. One of her hands roosted on my hip and the other rose up like a mourning dove and came to rest against my cheek. I looped an arm around her lithe waist. She let me clinch her against me, parting her legs to ride my thigh. I kept my eyes open and out of the corner, I saw that maid stop what she was doing to watch us.

I broke the kiss. Sophie's eyes fluttered for a moment and she turned her head to glance at the maid and then looked back at me.

"You can kiss just fine, Mister. You'll do, at least for now." She chortled with a half smile.

I released her and turned to her mother. Caroline stared down the hall at the maid.

"What room are we in." She whispered, her voice tight like a strung guy wire.

In answer, I placed my hands at her waist and pushed her against the wall.

"I am going to kiss you but first, I want you to unbutton your blouse."

"My blouse?" She wore a burnt brown satin blouse that rippled around her breasts. It made her look like two types of chocolate.

"Yes. Unbutton it. All the way down."

Her eyes flashed sideways but she didn't turn her head. I think she decided to act as if the maid wasn't paying us any attention. She pushed my hands away from her waist and let hers drift up as though riding a powerful and steady updraft. At the top button, they floated for a moment.

"You didn't make her...uh..." She stumbled to a halt.

"You got it. Sophie's blouse doesn't have buttons, at least not on the front." I returned. "If I do it, I'll just pull it apart and you'll lose the buttons."

Caroline Bickerstaff blinked at me and then her fingers found and released the first button. Working down the slope of her breasts, she exposed her cleavage a button at a time. Over the crest and into the shadow of her breasts her clever fingers worked. Her bursting bra cups came into view. I put out a hand at the last and stopped her progress just at the last button.

"When we get inside, I am going to use you like hookers, like you are bought and paid for."

"We are bought and paid for." The two women said together. They giggled, oozing nerves.

I stepped against Caroline and her giggle died a crib death, turning into a grunting gurgle when I fit my lips to hers. I pushed her against the wall. I felt the swell of her breasts against me, that firm but plush feeling of full breasts flashed around me, like I was being circled by horny little pixies scattering pixie dust that created horniness.

Caroline's lips were stiff and cool at first. Her hands held me by my shoulders, even pushing at me while I pushed at her, though not very firmly. I held her elbows at first but feeling her tension, I moved a hand to her side, touching her black skin with my hand. She flinched a little. I teased her nerves with my fingertips before pushing my hand on to the plush curve of her body. I felt her shiver. Her lips parted and her mouth opened. I pressed her hard against the wall, kissing her hard. She groaned. I believed the maid was forgotten.

I broke the kiss.

"You did fine." I said softly.

"You too." She responded weakly but then smiled as though I'd asked a question and she was dubious about her answer.

"Come on." I said. When her hands moved to her blouse, I took one away from it, indicating she was going to walk the halls with her bra in view. She resisted for a moment, tension in her hand pulled against my clasp but as I pulled her into my stride, I felt it relax. I called it her resignation. The Rubicon had been crossed, I hoped. I think Sophie swam it before the rest of us even arrived at the riverbank.

At the door to my room, I halted and fished out the key card. I realized I had no idea what was behind door number one. It opened and I led the two women into my room, wondering if the third was still there.

She was. The blonde woman sat on the couch in the little sitting room, her blonde hair blending with the white terry cloth robe she wore. She didn't turn around.

"If you're alone, you're mine." She said.

"Holy dog shit, he wasn't lying." Sophie muttered.

I wanted Carol Lynn the blonde to turn around but when I realized she wasn't going to, I steered Mrs. Bickerstaff into the furniture circle where modern humans worship the TV. I held onto her right hand with my left, keeping her to my left. Her other hand fluttered around, not sure where to light and settle. At one point, she cupped her own breast and lifted it. I wanted to think she was being provocative but in reality I think it was just a nervous motion of her lost hand.

"This is Caroline Bickerstaff."

Carol Lynn's eyes painted her and then covered her attention primer with a more careful final coat of inspection. I waited till her eyes found mine.

"Very nice." Carol Lynn said softly. "You apparently are willing to fuck this country bumpkin."

Before anyone else spoke, I gestured with my chin past Carol Lynn.

"That's her daughter." I hesitated, giving the blonde woman time to assimilate what I'd just said. "Sophia." I added, to complete the introduction. "And this is Carol Lynn Northcutt."

The women eyed each other. Mrs. Northcutt finally surrendered to the itch at her back and turned to inspect Sophie. When she looked back her eyes were hooded, covered with a veil of disguise that, since I'd only just met her, I could not interpret. I strained not to project my hopes or fears onto her expression.

Rather than complicate things, I released Caroline's hand moved in front of her and released that last button of her blouse at her waist. I stripped the blouse off her shoulders. She had dropped her coat on a vacant chair as we entered the sacred living room circle. I pointed her tits at Carol Lynn. I moved behind the black woman. I placed my hands on her shoulders.

"I am going to take off your bra. Then I am going to fuck your daughter." I whispered loudly.

"Oh god." Caroline whispered back. Carol Lynn did not move.

Despite myself, I placed my hands on the shelf of Mrs. Bickerstaff's hips and pushed them around her body. I felt the shiver run through her frame as my hands scored her cool skin of her sides. Onto the plain of her belly and up to the hillocks of her tits my hands moved. I cuddled up against her incredible ass and clutched her tits.

"Oh fuck me." The blonde woman breathed from her perch on the couch.

I squeezed Carline's tits. Her hands lay on my forearms, holding me in place. I stepped away from her body and trailed my hands back around to the clasp on her bra. Her bra was bronze colored so it blended with her blouse and so too with her dark skin. I unhooked it and let her remove it herself. I felt the shaking in her skin, like it was moving itself without any conscious instructions. She twisted, as though her feet were fastened to the floor, and handed me the bra. I tossed it onto the chair with her blouse. She wore a long, flowing black skirt. I wanted to lift it up and view her legs but stepped away from her chocolate, topless temptation.

Turning to Sophie, I found her staring at me, at us, her light eyes alight with fascination and, I think, utter disbelief.

"You're first." I muttered. I walked to her. Sophie's eyes fixed on me like I was either bringing her a death sentence or a winning lottery ticket and the drama from not knowing which was killing her. She'd deposited purse and coat on a bar stool back at the bar as we came in. She wore a knee length skirt, black like her mother's, and a long-sleeved white sweater that hugged her body like fog hugs an Ozark mountain hollar. I immediately took hold of the lower edge of her sweater and peeled it up off her body, turning it inside out as I pulled it up.

Sophie's hands lifted and crossed. Her hands found mine, grasped the sweater and stripped it up and over her head. She wore a brilliant white bra, all lace and filled to overflowing with her dark tits. My mouth watered but at this moment, I was going to mount her, daughters first. I rather like that rule and decided right then I should keep it, at least most of the time. Daughters first. I chuckled softly and privately to myself.

I moved around behind Sophie. Her head and torso twisted as she tried to keep her eyes on me, like a wounded antelope watching a circling hyena. I swooped in against her back. Her ass was of the same stature as her mothers but lesser dimensioned. I enfolded her in my arms, clasping her fine breasts in each hand. I peered over her shoulder at Carol Lynn the blonde. She was twisted around, watching us. Her eyes glittered like little jewels. When she caught my eyes on her, robbing her of the vision of the woman I was handling, she smiled a little at me, shyly, guiltily as though I'd caught her violating her own moral code, like I could read her mind and was destined to write it down for everyone to read.

"So we understand each other, when I say you are mine now, I mean your ass is mine. I will fuck you in the ass." I said, trying to set some parameters so we didn't get any wires crossed. Carol Lynn nodded definite and deliberate agreement.

"My ass is yours if you fuck them, and, and then you fuck me while they watch us." Her voice quavered.

Fuck the umbrella.

I released Sophie's breasts. I wasn't truly sure what I knew about whom but I knew I had a vanishing amount of time and cum to devote to this trio. I'd be as devoted as I could manage, though. I dropped my hands to Sophie's waist and lower, down the pleated black skirt. It was wool or flannel of some sort but softer and sensuous to the touch. I bent a little and grasped a handful and lifted it up, exposing her legs as though with a curtain rising on a set stage. I could not see her legs clearly but I saw them reflected in Carol Lynn's fevered eyes.

She nodded a little, her lips pursing gently before relaxing into a satisfied smile.

We stood behind the white couch. Carol Lynn in her white robe. Her blonde hair seemed to blend with it. Sophie's bra caught its brilliance and pulled her into its orbit. I moved her forward.

"Hold your skirt up." I whispered against her ear, nuzzling through the rich black curls on her shoulders. She turned her head, twisting all the way around and then stretched up to kiss me. I tilted my head down and accepted her kiss, only aware of her heavy breath, thick with arousal, blending with the feel of her body against mine. While we kissed, her hands found mine and took hold of her skirt. Her kiss reflected the preoccupation and didn't measure up to the kiss in the hallway.

I moved my hands down past the drape of her skirt and found her legs, coated in nylons. I moved up from her full thighs to her ass and found pantyhose. I found the upper rib of the waistband and peeled it down her hips to her thighs, and lower to her knees, forming a perfect shackle on her legs. I leaned back to look down at her. She wore white lace panties that matched her bra. I smoothed my hands over the orbs of her ass, up onto the small of her back and then inside the panties. I shucked them down off of her hips and ass, down to her knees with the nylon pantyhose.

My cock was hard.

I found Mrs. Bickerstaff with my eyes. She stared at us, like she was surprised crossing a dark street by a sudden and brilliant spotlight.

"Come here, Caroline." I said.

I noticed the jerk in Mrs. Northcutt the former's shoulders but when she realized I wasn't looking at her, she held her position.

Caroline Bickerstaff moved out of the furniture circle and stopped beside us.

"Down. On your knees." I whispered.

She put a hand on my side and got to her knees. She looked up at me, closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Her tongue extended, forming a smooth path over her white teeth.

"Oh fuck me!" Carol Lynn hissed from the couch.

I moved Sophie against the back of the cloth couch and left her there, black skirt bloused around her hips and ass. I unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. I rescued my cock from his prison and moved to stand in front of Mrs. Bickerstaff. Her eyes were still closed. She stuck out her tongue again. I laid my cock head on the curved pad of it, spongy softness on spongy softness. Her lips closed over the head and she sucked me into her mouth. I pushed gently, but mostly followed her guidance. Once deep in her mouth, she bobbed her head back and forth, sucking all the while. Her bare black breasts danced to her rhythm.

"Good god, look at that. She's sucking his cock." Carol Lynn said from the couch. Sophie turned to stare at us, seeing, I presumed for the first time, her mother's mouth on a man's cock. I pulled it free.

I turned. Sophie fixed her eyes on my cock. I gently turned her away from it and bent her over the back of the couch. Her head was beside where Mrs. Northcutt the former sat. She put her hands down onto the couch cushion and arched her ass. Mrs. Northcutt sat close beside her, blinking between staring at the black woman nearby that strained her eyes and me, the instrument of her arousal.

I moved in behind Sophie, shuffling my feet so I didn't fall over, since I still had my trousers around my ankles. My cock contacted the back of Sophie's midnight ass. She lurched and grunted slightly. I felt between her legs with one hand. I found the velvet lips of her pussy. She was smooth but not slick, soft but not damp. I stroked back and forth through the folds of her pussy until I found the fount of her arousal. At first only a little slickness appeared but gradually, with more and more stroking, she welled around my finger.

"Holy dog shit." Sophia whispered, panting around the words.

I positioned my cock at the entrance to her body and thrust. My cock missed the entrance ramp and slid between her black thighs.

"Oh my god." Sophie muttered.

I retreated, used my hand to relocate the entrance to her body and directed my cock there. I felt her body flex, gnawing on the end of my cock. I pushed forward again. This time, her body sucked me inside, pulling at me as I thrust into her. Her body rippled around my cock. She groaned. She gasped.

"Oh my fucking god, that feels so, so good!"

I gripped her by the waist, moving my hands down onto the arch of her hips. I yanked at her body, tipping her backwards as I leaned into her. My cock rooted down into her depths, sinking through the rippling folds of her pussy until I was locked inside her. She bubbled around me.

"Look Mom, no hands!" Sophie giggled.

I glanced around at Mrs. Bickerstaff. She sat on her heels, staring at me fucking her daughter. Her skirt fluffed around her like a cloud of black smoke on the floor. Above the cloud, her tits wavered and roiled as she breathed.

My attention stalled my motion and I felt Sophie look around. Her body rippled around me. I pulled out of her. I looked at Caroline the Black.