Extending the MILF List Ch. 19

"Better than a jackass." Sammy said straight faced. "Hey, I don't mind men fucking men, more pussy for me!" Sammy chortled.

I confess his rejoinder soothed me somewhat. The enormity of what was before me, us had finally impacted me.

"Come in but just hold your water until I have a chance to explain." My hesitations were for naught. The living room was empty and both bedroom doors were closed. I fixed us both a scotch and we sat down. Sammy is no dummy, he sensed something was up.

"Do you remember when we fucked your Mom and Aunt?" I asked, inanely I realize in retrospect.

"Only as clear as any moment in my life. It got an Oscar in my life movie review."

"What did you remember about what we said to Melissa? About what she wanted when she came back?"

Sammy looked at me oddly, his face screwing up like he bit into an olive with the pit still in it. He shrugged a little.

"We said a lot of things." He muttered.

"Your Aunt Melissa wants to have sex with you and your father."

Sammy's eyes widened.

"Shit, is that why she's coming here?"

"Partly. There's the other thing. Do you remember that?"

Sammy shook his head.

"I don't think that much about Mom, Sonny, since you have her signed, sealed and defeathered."

"What? Defeathered?"

He shrugged.

"I panicked." He sipped the scotch and then downed it all. He extended the glass to me and I felt the role of the waiter but since I'd fucked his mother and handed her around like a bong at a hippy wedding, I didn't take any umbrage. I got him a refill. I hoped he'd had lunch or he'd fit nicely into a sandwich bag in about ten minutes.

I handed him his drink and sat down. I sipped mine, then downed it and had to go get my own refill. Poor planning. I blame the Scotch. When I was sitting again, I regarded him, searching for the right words to start down this particular primrose path.

"Sammy, your father is in the bedroom fucking Ellen." I said finally, opting for direct.

"You're shitting me." He said, his face suddenly draw and tense. "She fucking...he's...in there...!"

I couldn't read his tone of voice or his expression. The happy-go-lucky pose he greeted the world with was gone. He shook his head, not looking at me.

"She wants what Melissa wants." I said. "She wants to be fucked by a father and son." I grunted. "She calls it the Oreo fuck." I said, trying to lighten the moment.

"And Melissa is, shit, she is coming her hoping to get Dad and I in her together?" Sammy clinched his eyes closed and then opened one, carefully set down his drink. He closed the eye again and then rubbed them both with the knuckles of his hands. "Jesus, Sonny, you do know how to rattle a guy."

"I'm not done." I breathed but I don't think he heard or cared.

"My god, Mom will blow a gasket."

"And the gasket won't appreciate it nearly as much as I do." I said, still trying to lighten the moment.

Sammy lowered his fists and stared past them at me. He did not even blink.

"You mean Aunt Melissa is coming here to have sex with me and Dad together? Does Mom know?"

I shook my head and then nodded.

"Jesus, Sonny, which is it? This is kind of important."

"I know. Sammy, I'm sorry I don't mean to make light of this. I got myself into a bit of an ass crack and I am working to get out of it. I think I made a promise or two to your family without really thinking through the implications...but...." I didn't get any further.

"Holy shit, do you think? Just how do you purpose to get my father to...oh, Jesus's fucking froglegs! You said he was here? In there? Fucking Ellen? What the fuck are you thinking, Sonny? You mother...." He stopped, his mouth open, his eyes wide and his nostrils flared. His mouth clamped closed. "No. I know what you were thinking. It'd be cool for Sammy and his Dad to fuck Melissa and you threw in Ellen as a bonus. Jesus Christ in tennis shoes and nothing else!"

I patted the air between us.

"Sammy, listen, listen, I think I have the bases covered."

"Oh you do, do you?"

I could see he was skating on some really thin ice.

"Hey, listen, you know Chris is sharing Laura with his Dad, let's call him and see how that's working out."

"Oh sure, like...oh sure, do that, Sonny."

I was happy for the distraction. I knew he was being sarcastic but ignored it, his sarcasm and my knowledge of it. I picked up my phone from the end table and called Chris. He answered after a dozen rights.

"Thank you, Marie. Hello?"

I knew it was a gamble but I put it on speaker phone. That Marie was still there gave me some confidence.

"Chris? It's Sonny. Dude, I was just calling to see how things were working out."

"You mean with me and Mom?"

"And Jeb." I added to be certain we understood each other.

"Oh, he's gone. He got a call and had to go." Chris went silent.

I was thumbing through my note cards looking for something to say next but Chris rescued me.

"Sonny, did you, did you know about him? I mean, that he's like Mom? I mean before you brought him over?"

This was another one of those Y-s in the road. What to tell and what to keep to myself. I decided to stick to my own business and not volunteer all that I knew.

"Yes. I thought that Marie would fit in just fine with them and give you a little something extra."

"What does Tawny think about all this?"

I shrugged, glanced at Sammy who was watching me like an umpire in the ninth inning of a tie game and I was home base.

"I don't think she's had much time to give it a lot of thought."

"You're fucking her now, then?"

"Tawny fucks who she wants." I said, my voice dropping a little. "You know that by now. But yes, I fucked her the other night for her pleasure...and mine."

"Big of you."

"You said Jeb is gone?"

"Yes, Sonny, we both did Mom while Marie watched us. Then we did Marie and then Annie." Chris stated the situation almost without inflection, without any of his thespian chops.

"Nice of you do include Annie."

"I want to share him with Tawny. I mean, share Tawny with him."

I couldn't help it. I chuckled.

"More the first then the second. I bet she never considered...I don't know if I even told her Jeb was back."

"He's gone now, so don't go lining anything up."

"How is your father taking this?"

"You mean how is he reacting to having Mom fucking me whenever I like? He...god Sonny, I think he is wild about it. But with just Marie and Mom here, when he catches us..." here Chris grunted a chuckled. "I keep thinking of it like that, as though he is catching us. At first, it made me nervous. Mom, god, she came like a house afire when he'd walk in on us when I was taking her but then I realized that he was running to Marie and asking permission and she was giving it. I corrected that straight away." He laughed then and it was the latter day Chris.

"I told her she should come ask my permission before letting anyone catch us fucking or anything. Now, Dad asks Marie and Marie taps on the door and comes to ask if he can come watch. The last time he was gagged and bound, his knees tied together and his arms behind him. He walked like...like...I don't know what, like he was tied up. He leaned against the wall and Marie came in and asked if she could blow him while I fucked Mom. I told her no, got Mom up and had her blow him while I did her from the other end. Dad watched me like I was a stranger fucking his wife and he was tied up. He came though. Fast. Then I had Marie go down on Mom...."

"I don't need a full play by play." Like hell I didn't. What was going on in the Wills house was fascinating. I wanted to hear more but that wasn't the present point.

"So Jeb is okay with it all?"

"Why do you ask? Has he said something to you?"

"No. No, but I did sort of set that all up."

"You worried about what we're doing? A little late, don't you think?"

"Chris, Jesus, I am thinking of getting Mr. Honeywell to fuck Alissa with Sammy and I was looking for some feedback. Am I crazy or not?" When in doubt, tell the truth.

Chris didn't respond for a moment. When he did, he wasn't talking to me.

"Marie, please suck on my cock will you. Mom, come over here. That's right." There was a sharp slap and Laura's squeal. "Don't ever do that again." Chris growled.

"Sonny, listen, I have to go but as to your question...Dad has been fucking Mom whenever Marie tells him to do so but she has been keeping him for herself most of the time. She makes Mom go down on her when she's full of Dad's cum. She really likes that and Mom gets just crazy. I've fucked her a dozen times in the last few days while she was eating Marie. She comes like its more important than breathing. Then I fuck Marie and she comes. Then they both suck off Dad until he can't get a woody at all and then I fuck them while he watches, spent. What does that sound like to you?"

"Perfectly fucked up."

"Only if you think he doesn't love it. Sonny, fucking my mother with my father is the best thing that ever happened to us. God, in a few weeks we're going to do my aunts, without the Uncles. I am working to get Mom and Marie triple fucked at the same time so, I thought I'd give my Uncles a shot at the two of them. That is your doing, sharing. I never thought I'd think of it but by god, it is more blessed to share than hog it all for yourself. Shit, that's Annie and Sean. I gotta go."

He hung up.

Sammy stared at my phone like he couldn't believe that little thing could say such things and not explode. He finally looked up at me, waiting.

"Sammy, listen, I have it worked out so you and Sam can fuck Melissa tomorrow but she's got an appointment at five. So its all play and no work, so you'll have to be dull."

Sammy grunted. He finally looked at me directly.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Sonny?"

"I thought maybe you should demonstrate on Ellen. She's really jazzed up at the prospect of having a father and son in her at the same time. Your Dad is used to sharing her by now."

"You both did her?" Sammy's voice lashed out at me. There was hurt in his eyes.

I nodded. What else could I do?

"I wanted Sam to get used to that idea. He...he has an apartment just down the hall. You remember Suzanne Northcutt? She's been doing your father. That was how I met her the first time around."

"Jesus, Sonny."

"Jesus yourself."

"That's not a verb." He growled. "What's your point?" Then it sank in. "He has an apartment here? You mean this is where he...where he spends his time?"

"Fucking his other women?" I finished for him. Sammy nodded.

"I have your mother lined up to fuck a guy tomorrow night with Melissa. I wanted them to have the chance to share someone on their own. When they are done, then I thought it'd be okay for them to share Sam and then the four of you could...you know."

"Fuck?"

"Right. Fuck. Listen, Sammy, Melissa demanded it and Sam was, a, susceptible to the idea of having Melissa. I didn't know that you and your mother would actually get added in until...well, I got flummastered and had to add it in. I could tell you it was Ellen's idea and you'd probably believe me and she'd be proud to get the credit but really it was mine. It, your mother gets off on having sex with me while others are watching. She looks them right in the eyes and tells them she's mine. I thought it would be interesting to have her fuck Sam while I watched, then while you watched and, and then she'd have to watch Sam while he fucked Melissa and he'd have to watch while you fucked your mother."

"Mix and match." Sammy said dourly. "Jesus, how did this happen?" He spoke so bleakly I nearly couldn't breathe.

"Look, Sammy, there is nothing here that can't be undone, well except for Ellen. I think you do have to fuck her with your Dad...the rest, I can unravel if you..."

He shook his head.

"It's not that, not really. Shit, we all fucked Mom and Melissa and we've all contributed to the pussy kitty...."

"Hey, isn't that redundant?" That stopped him. He gave me a fierce stare then smiled a little.

"Fuck off, Sonny." He muttered. "I mean, we all have someone close to us that we've all fucked. Shit, your sisters and my aunt...Chris' aunts and, and Landon will let Darlene free...eventually. We'll all have someone. The MILF list extends way beyond what I thought it would be...but I never thought my mom and dad would end up part of it. I mean, together. I don't know how I feel about that, not really. I mean I've sort of gotten accustomed to the idea that they are getting a divorce. Now you tell me they are on the books to fuck each other while Aunt Melissa watches?" He shook his head. "My brains are omelets. I'm a cheesehead." He looked at me, his eyes glittered darkly. "Jesus, Sonny, you need to give a guy some warning."

I shrugged.

"That's why I thought of Ellen. I thought sharing her with Sam might be better than starting with Aunt Melissa, for both of you, but, if you like I have a mother and daughter in the other room who would be happy to have a man in each hole again. They can suck me and that'd add them to our list of triple plays."

"You mean the airtight express, right?"

I nodded.

He finally smiled, a bleak smile like a guy with a limp dick gives a woman who says its okay so long as he takes her to breakfast, sex and food makes a woman's clock tick. Both is best, one is better than none.

"That or whatever. Ellen really has it in for you two though. Since you do her up so fine, it makes a little sense that your Dad might have a similar chemistry with her."

"I think she likes the idea of fucking anyone that would make me fit her better." Sammy shook his head again for the umpteenth time. Then he looked at me, his face was utterly deadpan, I say deadpan because of what he said next but it seemed serious as nuts in a vise at the time and it made my stomach hurt. Then he spoke and I felt better.

"Sonny, really, does my Dad have a bigger dick than mine?"

I stared at him. Was that the classic Oedipal question? I shook my head.

"Jesus, Sammy, what a fucking question." I stared at him. Finally he broke into a huge grin, and then laughed uproariously.

"Ho, ho, ho, Sonny, you should have seen your face! God, what a look! You looked like you just slipped on your underwear that I'd smeared full of peanut butter. Holy shit you looked uncomfortable." He couldn't stop laughing.

I just sat and stared at him.

"Does this mean...?" I wasn't sure how to end that particular sentence. "What does this mean?"

Sammy braked his guffaws to a halt and panting, looked at me, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Dude, listen, you are asking me if I want to fuck my mother? My aunt? And my girlfriend? What sort of question is that?"

"No, I'm asking if you'll share them with your father?"

That did sober him up a little.

"Share my mom with my old man?" Sammy looked left then right, up then down. "Jesus, Sonny, I have no idea how to think about that, so fuck yes. I mean, how many people can say they have fucked their mom while she sucked off their father? I mean really! Isn't that a little like discovering the Amazon or the source of the Nile or that Pluto isn't a planet?"

I groaned with relief.

"Well, maybe, except the thing about Pluto, that doesn't make any fucking sense."

"I know, right. Of course it's a planet. Who wants to go tell the god of Hades that he doesn't measure up? Shit, that could get you fucked up but good!" Sammy laughed again.

I waited for him to quiet. He did and finally focused on me.

"So? What do we do now? Fuck Ellen?"

"How about if we warm up on a mother and daughter in the other room? I don't think Ellen will care much but she might. This is weird with a capital A."

"You can't spell worth a fuck, Sonny." Sammy grunted. "Show me the mother and daughter."

"I'll go get Melissa and tomorrow you and Sam can have her until four or five. After that, it'll be just you, Ellen and your dad, so I was thinking if you kept Ellen waiting, you know, tied up and watching or something while you fucked with Aunt Melissa? Not in the pussy though. She should be clean, particularly since there is every possibility that Alissa will be going down on her, so finding her bubbling with Honeywell will be risky, if she has any taste memory."

"Not to worry." Sammy muttered. "I doubt she's blown Dad in several years."

"I was talking about you." I muttered back. Sammy's eyes got wide and he nodded.

"Oh. Right. I did feed her a steady diet of cum the last time I had her to myself." He grunted. "Shit, I bet Ellen'd love to watch us doing her, me and Dad. Ellen is such a twisted perv. I believe she'd fuck outside the species if she thought it'd bring her a new and better orgasm."

"I'm going to tell her you said that." I growled.

"Go ahead. I like it when she's a little pissed off. Fucking her when she fights back is a bit of a treasure. She's always so eager to mount my sausage, its kind of cool when its just my idea. I'm always making her late to work. She fights me off but I pin her down and pump her full of cum and then send her off to work smelling like a hooker on vacation." He laughed. "So? Where are they?"

I got up and glanced at his clothing, blue jeans and a turtle neck.

"You need a shower?" I asked, not the most comfortable thing to ask a buddy. The look he gave me confirmed that sentiment. Then his face changed and he nodded.

"Clean as a whistle. I thought it was the two of us, Ellen and a pair of strange. I wanted to make a good first impression." He grinned. "I'm tasty as a lolly pop."

I was afraid to ask and so I didn't.

I pulled my robe around me and got up. I downed the last of my scotch and led Sammy to the left bedroom door. I cracked it. I could hear it, the sound of two women moaning. I opened it further and found them locked in a tight but expressive sixty-nine. I pushed the door wider.

"Jesus, is that them?" Sammy whispered at my shoulder, peering around me. I could feel him, close. His cologne wafted around us. I looked over my shoulder at him.

"God, Sammy, did you use the whole bottle? You smell like a boudoir."

"I am a boudoir, Sonny. I thought you knew."

I moved carefully into the room. Miriam was on top, dipping her head between Imogen's arched legs, standing on her elbows and knees so she could carefully maneuver her pussy around on Imogen's face. She was the first to notice us. She looked up and groaned through a gentle little orgasm before speaking to us.

"Look what Sonny brought us." She mumbled.

Imogen made some growling sound.

"Oh, sorry." Miriam said and lifted her fine ass, revealing Imogen's cum smeared face.

"I said, I can't see anything but your pussy plain."

"Abdomen." Miriam offered.

"That's it, the word I was looking for." Imogen chortled. She twisted to look around at us, peering down the long, bare thighs beside her head. "Oh my, more chocolate!"

"Mother!"

In that moment, I believed they were truly mother and daughter. I chortled.

They rolled apart and Miriam turned around so she was aimed in the same direction as her mother, that is Sammy and I were staring up their open legs.

"Let's do them both." Sammy muttered, eying them like he was afraid they were going to flutter away.

"Which one do you want?" I asked.

"Which one is the mother?" He returned, making a thing of looking back and forth between them. They both swelled up, arching their backs and raising their tits like national flags on a mountain peak. Since Miriam had spoke the word clearly before, it was pure flattery but who doesn't like a bit of flattery now and then, so long as it leads to a lot of pussy later, or in their cases, dick.

"We can switch, you know, go back and forth. Compare them."

Sammy looked at me, asking for my response to his suggestion.