Extending the MILF List Ch. 19

My eyes clinched closed and the orgasm rose up in me like a fire flower, blooming and sparkling, filling me with light and fire and the euphoria of a sudden, unexpected climax. I surrendered, leaning over Miriam's back a little, feeling the quaking tension in her spine just before she screamed and came between us. Her hips bucked and bucked and bucked, thrashing between us like a bookmark seeking air in a dictionary. She couldn't really move, pinned as she was, one spike from below and the other from above, holding her in place. But she could shift and shimmy with enough motion that created the luscious friction that attentuated my orgasm, muting it but drawing it out like a bit of imagination caught on the tip of your tongue, taking you back to another place and time.

I ground down into her and the finger behind me followed, grinding deep inside me. I exploded, all timidity of pleasure vanished. I growled and hammered Miriam down onto Sam's cock. I swear I felt him swelling inside her. She groaned. He groaned too, his body rising under her, putting all my weight on her back and in her ass. She sighed, she shifted, she cried again as another imprisoned climax escaped and rampaged through her. She shook and babbled, her body given over to the pleasure ravaging her.

"Jesus, she's enjoying that." Ellen muttered.

I heard the envy.

"Shut up, Howard. You're fifteen minutes are coming."

"Oh shit, if I came for that long I think my heart would stop."

I lifted off Miriam's back, strength and will returning, pirouetting as though nothing had happened inside me. The flush of ecstasy faded. I pulled my cock out of Miriam. The finger left my ass. I sat back onto my heels, feeling the lingering sensation of her penetration. I twisted to look at Imogen and sure enough, she held up her glistening finger before her, a slightly guilty look on her face. I stared hard at her until she got off the bed to go wash up.

I was for the shower myself. We grazed each other at the door, slipping past each other like two subway trains. I felt the erotic whoosh of her nude body but wanted to rinse off before I boarded her again.

"Sonny?" Her voice touched my back like a single finger.

I turned to face her, my drooping cock ignored her and she it.

"What?" I asked, feeling the absence of whatever I'd left inside Miriam.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"For what?"

She shrugged, making her tits wobble.

"This could have been much worse, much more difficult. I...I'd almost be willing to do it again?" Her voice made it a question, despite the sentence structure.

"Almost?" I chided. I confess I felt slighted.

She nodded.

I waited for more but there was nothing else to be said. Miriam rocked on the bed, cooing as she came for the eighth time. Ellen still stood behind them, watching them couple. Ellen glanced at me, her eyes hooded and dark. I swear I knew what she was thinking. I turned to the shower.

I took a long shower, trying to determine if I knew what I was feeling. The water felt good, hot and steady. I think I expected company but when none arrived, I got out, toweled off and wrapped the towel around my waist. When I stepped into the bedroom, I could see why things weren't following me into the shower. Imogen was mounted on Sam's face, coming, and Ellen had Miriam on her back, eating her with a focused gusto. Miriam sensed my arrival and lifted her head to look over at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure. Her head dropped back to the bed.

Ellen lifted from between Miriam's thighs to look at me.

"Your phone rang." She panted, her body twitching.

Imogen groaned from astride the black man's face, twisting and shifting to get the most out of him. Sam's black hands gripped her ass, while his head bobbed between her crouching thighs. She grunted and tipped forward, her hands gripping the headboard. "Oh god, Sam, eat me!" She whispered, her voice raw. Her hips ground down onto his face. She lurched, responding to her own actions, bucking and crying out.

My cock got hard. The towel was too tight.

I rummaged around and found my pants, pulled out my phone and wandered away from the mini orgy on the bed to the living room. I sat down and checked the recent calls.

"Fuck." I muttered. Sammy had called. His girlfriend would soon be sitting on his father's face. I had that moment of clarity that had been stalking me for several days, the clarity that I was engaged in putting Sam and Sammy together in Melissa and that I now had the sure leverage to put them both in Alissa. I shook my head, father, son and mother all locked up in a fucking embrace...not the first time, I realized. I wondered how Chris and Jeb were managing that house of pussy and if Annie was getting any attention?

Sammy didn't leave a message. I wondered where he was. I was about to call him but realized I just needed a little breather, a chance to let my cock settle back and sigh for a moment before going spelunking again in the wet caves of Lesbos. I decided it was time for Sam and Ellen to have some privacy, even if she didn't want any. I walked into the bedroom and tapped Imogen on the shoulder.

She looked at me like a hound does when it thinks you are after the bone between its jaws.

"Come on. You've had enough of that. Time for something else." She climbed off of him, reluctantly.

I coaxed Ellen out from between Miriam's legs. Miriam regarded her with a mixture of idle lust and sated curiosity.

"Why don't you two take a shower. Sammy will be here pretty soon, I think."

I found my robe and donned it. I took the Travers women by the elbows, one on each side of me and we walked through the apartment, me with a towel around my middle and the two nude women. They seemed sanguine, drifting along in my grip without any internal impetus.

"Take a shower. I'll be back in a moment, a few minutes.

I'd closed the other bedroom door and I closed theirs behind them. Their clothes were in the other room, tossed away and abandoned. I walked over to the couch and sat down, feeling the week roll over me.

I opened my phone and dialed Sammy.

"Sammy?" I spoke when he answered. "Where are you?"

"Fuck, Sonny, I'm lost. I was sure I knew how to get there but, shit, let me pull over."

After some more swearing and the rattle and bang of a phone in one's hand acting as a nuisance, his voice finally returned. I got his location and then directed him to the parking garage. I told him where to park and told him to call when he was there. I'd meet him at the door.

It was possible the doorman down below would know him and let him in but I thought it would make sense to go down and meet him and bring him up. I sat there, cogitating for a moment, several actually. I about had everyone in one place and I still wasn't sure how I was going to manage things. I decided to just explain to Sammy what was what and see what happened next. I am not much for trying to format reality. Either you get it or it gets you. I guess I believe getting it is better than it getting me. Usually.

I snapped awake. I think I'd been sitting there just staring off into space.

"God, this pussy flood is trying to drown me." I was careful not to say anything pejorative about that state of affairs. My phone rang.

I answered.

"Sonny? It's Quilla."

"Quilla, how are you?"

"You knew he'd be weirded out about fucking me, didn't you?" She whispered. "He found out mom was gone and I nearly had to bonk him on the head and drag him up to my bed. He did fuck me, you know but with more moaning and carrying on than I ever heard from one man. God, you'd think he was fucking the virgin Mary on Christmas Eve while God was still out buying condoms from the devil." She snorted.

"Quilla, how nice for you. What are you calling me for?"

"To tell you he wants more of me."

"How much more?"

"I don't know. God, Sean came home with Annie and she screamed her fool head off. Seth couldn't take it and left but he's called me four times today wanting to know if Mom was home. Finally, I lied and he said he'd be right over. I think he suspects I was fucking with him just to get him over here but I also think he wanted me to, he wants me to drag him to bed again."

"Where's Sean?"

"I don't know."

"Why did you call again?"

"To see if you cared if I fucked him again. He's kinda fun, in a antiquarian sort of way. He's...he's...quaint."

"Never call a man antiquarian when he's naked."

"Oh, is that a thing?"

"Only if you're naked and I suppose it'd be for Seth Morrison in any case. Have a good time and don't break him. Your mother might want him in full working order. Is she out of town?"

"Yes. I'll be careful. If I break him, I'll keep the pieces. Mother can put him back together."

She hung up.

I staggered to my feet and went to the door behind which I'd stored the Travers women. I opened it and found them sitting on the bed, one on each side, both wearing the light green robes that apparently came with the apartment. They regarded me, giving no indication they'd had any discussion at all behind the closed door.

Miriam lay on my left, her arms over her head, the robe parted down the center of her torso. Imogen lay her arms folded across her belly, her wrists crossed, hands on each bare thigh. Both had the look. I wanted them both.

"Walk." I muttered. "No need to run." I dropped my robe and the towel around my waist.

"Mrs. Travers, you told me what you wanted." I said softly.

She nodded.

"What was it?" She didn't hesitate to answer me.

"I wanted a man, front and back. And I got that."

"So did your daughter." I pointed out to no purpose really, just commentary. I turned my eyes from her to Miriam. "Miriam, what did you tell me you wanted?" Ah, my purpose became clear. Her eyes widened.

"Sonny, please...?" She whispered.

I waited. When I didn't speak, Miriam glance sideways at her mother and then licked her lips.

"Sonny, we lied." Miriam whispered finally, her eyes squinting through her own chagrin.

"Which time?" I asked, noting I wasn't even very curious. I did her the courtesy of acting like I was though. "About what?"

"I am her daughter. Truly. We, we thought you were a little freaked out about seeing a mother have sex with her daughter so, well, we made up the story."

I regarded her, butt full of skepticism.

"Uh huh. So? What does that mean? You are having sex with your father? Or you don't want to have Imogen go down on you?" The shock on her face appeared plainly, unmistakably.

"I...."

I considered what Hassum had said, in his inimitable way. In life, you occasionally arrive at a fork in the road and you have no idea which to take but know only you can take one, do one thing and then the probability wave collapses and Schroedinger's cat appears. At that moment, I considered telling them what Hassum had said, getting that on the table for them to deny or affirm but then I didn't. No reason, I just didn't, the feint that turned out to be the right move. I felt the writhing of the curiosity in me but I was distracted by Sammy's pending arrival and believe it or not, these two and their silly charades were suddenly secondary to what was coming for my buddy Sammy. I could not imagine the sensation of having Mom pinned between me and my father because I had no father, hadn't since I was a child. He was a distant memory and one that had no potential to appear fucking Mom with me in the room, even though I'd fucked her myself by now.

I guess the idea that Sammy was about to have both mother and Aunt with his father added to the likelihood that Chris was sharing Laura with Jeb or had by now, it all bunched up behind my chest and made me bull up, filled with a distracting sensation. Miriam spoke into my silence and dispelled the emotions that I hadn't really named or given words to, the longing to have had a father...despite the perverse implications of that at the moment. In the company of such pussy and its replete satisfaction, I felt lonely. I shook my head, trying to unweb my mind from that sordid infatuation. Of course I couldn't because Alissa was going to be fucked by husband and son and I'd measure her willingness to let me push her to the limits of her endurance. Had I truly changed her? Was she going to accept Sam between her thighs again while she sucked her son?

"Sonny?" Miriam whispered. I think she sensed we were not alone in the room and that didn't refer to Imogen.

"What?" I muttered, the distraction clinging to me, whichever one you take in that way.

"I do want her." Miriam whispered, then looked over at Imogen. "I want her to go down on me. I want her to show me she's a lesbian."

I still didn't know who was fucking whom but I just didn't care. I had an image of Sammy in Ellen while she rode Sam and the distraction became all Christmasy and shit. I wanted to give the woman what she wanted. I had the thought that I was fucking up where Sid was concerned. I shrugged mentally then. If this was a test, I supposed I'd screwed the pooch by now. If Hassum was waiting for a call from Travers complaining about the treatment of his women, it wasn't going to happen.

My eyes cleared and I looked over at Imogen.

"You heard her. You got what you wanted. Now its her turn."

Imogen quit fiddling with the hem of the robe on her thigh and looked up at me.

"She got what I wanted too." She said.

I couldn't think she actually comprehended her objection so I decided I'd help her out.

"One thing at a time." I gestured at Miriam's crotch. "I think she deserves a little of your expertise." I almost made it a question, as I am wont to do but this time it just didn't seem right. "Eat her." I said, my voice rasping like my tonsils had a heartbeat.

When Imogen sat up and untied the sash of her robe, Miriam quickly loosened and stripped hers off and tossed it onto the floor. She lay back, opening her legs. Imogen did the same, becoming nude in a moment. She gazed at me.

"She is my daughter." She whispered. "Are you saying I must...eat her?"

I nodded.

"She's full of cum. Are you telling me now that you don't care for the taste of man cum?"

She flicked a little smile at me but then moved around, crawling between her daughter's open legs. She positioned herself over Miriam's bubbling pussy. Miriam's ass pulsed on the bed, rising and falling like a bobble head on a bumpy road, or a bobble pussy? Imogen leaned between the younger woman's legs and licked up the pussy before her face. Miriam groaned. Imogen looked around at me, her hands clutching Miriam's body.

"You could help, you know." She whispered roughly. As if to explain herself, she widened her own legs. She didn't wait to see if I got the hint but returned her tongue to Miriam's pussy. Miriam groaned, jerking into an immediate orgasm while Imogen plunged her tongue deep into her.

"Oh, oh, oh fucking dog!" She growled.

I almost chuckled. I'd only used that expression once I thought, and she'd picked it right up. I did get Imogen's hint. She lay with her ankles on the edge of the bed, her smooth, perfect thighs parted, y'd behind her like a formal invitation. I crawled up between her legs and lay over her back. I reached down between us and probed for her pussy. Finding it, I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed into her. She lifted her head and groaned her full satisfaction.

Miriam opened her eyes, gazing down her body at us, her mother's face between her legs and me mounted on her back like a mounteback fresh out of fraud and so having to resort to a hot meat injection to cure what ailed her.

"Fuck her." Miriam whispered. "I knew she was no lesbian." To ensure Imogen didn't add to the discussion, she put a hand on the back of the woman's head and held it in place at the entrance to her body. In moments, Miriam jerked once and a new spasm of pleasure flashed through her.

I did my best. I ground at her from behind, getting maybe half of my cock into her. Imogen's full ass bunched between us and kept me from riding full in her. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, it wasn't clear she even noticed. Her dining pose had turned suddenly serious, her head bobbed and she hummed while she worked, since whistling was out of the question. Her head bobbed and worked, while one hand rubbed at Miriam's clit. Miriam dissolved into a cataract of coming over and over, her body jerking like she was being fucked in the ass by a strong midget. She balanced on her elbows, allowing her body to convulse freely as her climaxes possessed her.

Suddenly I remembered Sammy. Shit, I mentally went in search of my phone and found it out by the couch. Shit. I thought. I pulled out of Imogen's pussy. She groaned as I left her but didn't pause at her daughter's pussy. This was her chance to earn points towards retirement. Miriam gave no indication she noticed me get off the bed. She lay back her back arched, standing on her shoulders, her hand knotted in her black hair while her body jerked and shook with each new orgasm.

I tiptoed out of the room and closed the door.

When I checked my phone, Sammy had called three times. He left a message the last time.

"Jesus fuck the Easter bunny, Sonny, where the hell are you. Oh, well, don't answer that. Shit, I guess I'd likely ignore me too if Ellen was there butt dancing on my cock. Oh, wait, no I wouldn't! Fucking answer your phone!" Before the recording clicked off, my phone rang again. I answered it.

"Sammy?"

"No. This is Moses, I have a ten point list of shit you shouldn't do but I didn't think I needed to include don't fuck your sisters!" Sammy horse laughed. "Jesus, where are you?"

"You'd have to ask him. Where the hell are you?"

"I'm downstairs. The doorman let me in, out of the cold. He said he'd call you in a minute if you didn't call."

"I'll be right down." I had to go back into the room to get my robe. Imogen was still eating Miriam and they neither one seemed to notice I was gone. I patted myself to see if I was real. I didn't pinch myself, that always seemed extreme to me.

I left them and with a pair of slippers walked down to the elevator. I felt like Hefner, but I had no cigar and no shapely women on my arm. They were busy.

The elevator opened and I strode out into the chill of the building's foyer. Sammy was sitting in one of the chairs, fiddling with his phone. He saw me and his eyes got wide. I glanced over at the doorman. He watched me with a lascivious grin. I ought to have one of the women blow him sometime. No sense in being greedy.

"Sonny! Dude, where...what the hell? Too busy to bother to dress?"

I just gestured at him to come along. He walked towards me, slow-boating it.

"Hurry it up, asshole. It's cold down here."

He trotted the rest of the way and we got on the elevator.

"How's your week been?" He asked.

I looked over at him, wondering if he was asking or probing.

"Good." I muttered and he left it there. We rode the elevator up in silence.

He followed me down the hall to the door. I halted there, realizing that things might have shifted since I left and I might open the door on the surprising aspects of what was inside, namely Sam Honeywell. It might be just like Ellen to have him riding her draped over the couch when we walked in.

"What?" Sammy asked. "You nervous about me and Ellen? Don't be. We're, we're cool."

"Dude, this may look like a door but its really a looking glass. I know you think you know what's going on but, well, you don't, not entirely. If I open this door and you feel your eyes pop out, just pop them back into place and give me time to explain."

"Jesus, Sonny, your weirding me out. You have men in there or something?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Why do people always think the worse thing is having men fucking each other? What if it was a Shetland pony fucking Ellen?"