Extending the MILF List Ch. 19

"Which do you want? The daughter, I can tell you is full of father Honeywell."

Sammy's eyes tightened then looked at Imogen.

"Well, it's about time you get full of Sonny Honeywell."

I could see that confused everyone.

"He means, the Honeywell son, that's him, not me." Sammy was already undressing. I waited until he was down to his briefs and then I dropped the robe on the floor behind me.

"Beat you." I muttered.

"So? What are you waiting for? Don't tell my you're waiting on me like a gentleman should because you know I wouldn't wait."

"Just catching my breath." I returned but by then he was naked as the rest of us. We stood there at the foot of the bed, staring at the Travers women, the naked Travers women, both leaning back on their elbows, their tits bursting with pride and their legs open for business. We looked at each other and I gestured for him to go first. He crawled between Imogen's legs and up her full body, bearing her to the bed, kissing her. Her hand found his cock and directed it right to her pussy and into her. She groaned. They blended like long time lovers.

Miriam and I both watched, until I was between her legs. She turned her head and I kissed her onto her back. Her hand found me too, and I felt the plush swipe of her pussy along my stomach as I slithered up her body. When she clutched my cock, it was hard and she put it to her entrance and I mounted her. She groaned at exactly the same time as Imogen. I felt the bed relax as Sammy rose up. I was slightly behind but caught up on the downstroke, driving my cock into Miriam with competitive gusto.

Both women cried out and bucked under us. I felt the sympathetic vibrations from beside me. Miriam kissed me and her tongue carried the taste of her mother into my mouth. I chortled against her lips, realizing that Sammy was surely getting a taste of dear old dad, if any remained. Then Miriam squeezed her pussy around my cock and I lost my train of thought. Her knees slid up my thighs to clasp my sides. I released her lips. She lay back on the pillow, her black hair spilled about her head, like ink flowing onto a blank page, a poem without words, the perfect image of indescribable pleasure. Her body under me surged and her hips lifted me. Her hands tugged gently on my shoulders.

I lay down on her, sliding my hands down under her ass. I gripped her hard and pounded down into her. She cried out, pulsing with passion as I hammered her to the bed. The bed rocked as we fucked the two Travers women in perfect unison, like synchronized swimmers. We were disqualified the moment Miriam came the first time because her lurching convulsion drew me into her rhythm and I lost track of Sammy fucking Imogen. I had firm hold of Miriam's ass and was galloping along with her when I heard Sammy pant beside us.

"Change." He growled.

"What?" I gasped, not comprehending.

"Change. Switch. Fuck, Sonny, do I need to draw you a map?"

I halted my steeplechase and pulled back. Miriam objected, her hands turned to claws on my shoulders, trying to keep me in place.

"God, I loved having my mother eat me but I do so love a nice, long, hot, hard cock!" Miriam was saying. When I stopped and pulled out of her, she snarled at me. "What the fuck are you stopping for? I need to be fucked."

"Dear, I think they're switching rides." Imogen said so primly I laughed. I wrenched free of Miriam's hands and sat back. I shuffled out of the way. Sammy on his knees, clamored over the two different legs and plugged into Miriam. She stretched her arms out over her head and turned her head, like she was shy or something.

I moved between Imogen's legs and plugged in myself. I felt the slick, smooth rightness of her pussy, sliding into her, grinding down into the plush pleasure of her body. She grunted and then rose up between my planted arms and kissed me, her hands clinging to my sides. Gravity broke the kiss and she dropped under me, her tits wobbling invitingly.

"God, Sonny, I have never known such pleasure!" She hissed, making it sound like a complaint. "I never would have believed it possible, to have my daughter make love with me and then come with her with a man between my...oh...oh...legs, oh god, coming!" She cried out and arched under me.

"God, yes, coming!" Miriam echoed her mother's voice.

"Switch." Sammy chortled, dragging himself from between Miriam's spasming legs.

He sat back. Imogen had an arm around my neck so when I backed away, I sat her up. Her eyes were bleary. They cleared as I withdrew my cock from her body...no connection I'm sure.

"Sonny, god, I'm having sex with two men at the same time!" She whispered. "The same two men my daughter is having sex with."

I gave her no points for creative commentary but at least she got the essential details right. I was sinking into Miriam before it dawned on me what she was saying, almost as if she were inviting a comment from me. I bent to kiss Miriam's tits. Her hands gripped my head and tried to pop it like I was a zit. I bit her nipple to get her too let go and the bitch screamed and held on tighter. I was mounted in her and bowed my back to get at her dancing breasts. Sammy noticed and assumed a similar pose between Imogen's legs.

I pulled at Miriam's nipple, sucking at it hard, holding it between my lips and then flipping it with my tongue as fast as I could. I stayed at it too long though because I was thinking of Hassum's claim that they were both fucking the other's lover. I had an odd feeling that Imogen was trying to get me to comment on her daughter's experiences of sharing men with her lesbian mother.

I switched tits to gain time. Miriam's hands had a firm hold on my head and her thighs clinched around my waist. I just couldn't figure out how to get that particular tidbit of data into words that would make any sense. I didn't have some master plan or a profound Demesne experience, I just couldn't figure out how to put what I was thinking into words and fuck Miriam at the same time. Guess which one got left at the alter.

I released Miriam's nipple. She was panting and gasping while her middle rippled with the throes of orgasm possessing her. She reminded me of a water bed, with her inner tides breaking down around my planted cock. Her knees were bent up beside me so I did the natural thing, put my arms under her knees and bent them back towards her shoulders. That served to make breathing harder for her and for some reason, it seemed to intensify her orgasms. She bucked under me, my cock lodged in her like a rich divorcee in a hotel. I pushed her knees against her chest and slapped against her ass and thighs, fucking into her with my cock, thrusting and slapping, thrusting and slapping.

Sammy duplicated my position, so the Travers women were both bent double, being fucked at the same time. I feared that Sammy'd say "switch" and I'd let go of Miriam's shoulders and her springloaded legs would catapult me against the wall. Instead, another voice startled me.

"See? I told you they were in here fucking them." Ellen's voice dripped with amusement. "Hey Sammy, look who's here!"

I didn't stop fucking Miriam and Sammy was puffing like a dragon with a wet flint. He suddenly stopped moving and breathing altogether.

"Oh fuck a poodle in a truck!" He shouted and then he shimmered down onto the bent woman under him.

I figured he was coming. Shit, what took him so long? I'd been coming so often I wasn't sure I had any more orgasms left. I was sure intent on trying. I felt someone slap my ass.

"Hey, why don't you dismount there, buddy and let the Honeywell men fuck the Travers women." Ellen's voice was ripe with amusement.

Hell, I thought she was teasing but when I kept pounding Miriam, Ellen the bitch slapped my ass, really hard.

"Ow. Goddammit, what was that for?"

"I said get off the poor girl. She wants a little Honeywell."

I waited for Sam to object to the adjective but if he was around, he didn't speak. I kept fucking.

Ellen slapped me again.

"Jesus, Ellen, what's the problem?" I did dismount then. I expected Miriam to pop back into shape but then noticed that Imogen had hold of one ankle and Ellen had hold of the other. Between the two of them, Miriam remained with her knees close to her ears and her pussy begging for a cock plug. Realizing I was safe to release her, I pulled out of Miriam's doughy pussy and got off the bed. Miriam looked ridiculous but then fucking isn't the most graceful human endeavor ever. It's not like, say, ice skating, all smooth, formal, graceful and elegant, though come to think of it ice skating for me is more like fucking, I end up out of breath and flat on my back wondering what the heck just happened.

I got off the bed and there was Sam, mounting Miriam. He just got plugged in when Sammy looked over at him and chirped "switch." Sam looked so confused but when Sammy sat back he looked around at his son.

"What?"

"Switch. Come on, Dad, don't gum up the works. These women like variety."

"Then maybe Sonny should have stayed in the saddle. You know white women can't tell us Africans apart."

Miriam popped him on the top of the head with one hand.

"Hey."

"I know you are Father Honeywell and he is Sonny Honeywell. All we need now is Mommy Honeywell and we have a full set."

"Sammy." Sam and Sammy said at once.

"Jinx." Ellen and I said at the same time. She looked at me. I looked at her. No one moved. I think we were all waiting for someone to snicker so we could laugh so I laughed out loud.

Ellen turned on her heel and walked out of the room. I looked after her. She was naked but she appeared to be on a mission and I was curious. Sam and Sammy switched again while she was gone. She returned with the lube.

"We are running low. We need to go get some more."

"Why?" I asked, not really processing her words. I was fixated on the lube. I had a sudden desire to be in someone's ass. Ellen smacked me on in the gut with the back of her hand.

"They should get to have three men...at once. You know, the fabled Airtight Express!"

"Oh. Oh! Right." I got it.

"Let's get dressed and we'll go get some. I think I know a place."

"I bet you know all the places."

She smacked me again.

We both moved to the door. Imogen and Miriam were moaning in harmony, the black men between their legs rose and fell, thrusting deeply into them.

I had a moment. I stared at them. They were a daughter and mother fucking a father and son. Sam was in Miriam, her heels hooked in back of his knees. Sammy had one of Imogen's legs locked on his shoulder, twisting her almost onto her side, sitting on her other thigh, grinding into her. While I watched, she reached out and touched her daughter, Miriam or whoever she was. Miriam was kissing Sam and Imogen's hand went from his side to hers, back and forth as though comparing the skin. They were a father and the daughter, the mother and the son, black and white, copulating side by side. It had a quality I'd never seen before, or not noticed at least.

"Sonny?" Ellen whispered to me.

I looked at her. I think she read what I was feeling in my face.

"I know. It's, it's incredible, isn't it. Father and son, fucking mother and daughter? Black and white? God, it's like art." Suddenly she reached up and pulled my head down and kissed me hard on the mouth. "You are a fucking genius, Sonny. You did this!" She kissed me on the mouth again. We were both naked but it felt, well, sisterly, like normal people use the word. Casual and sexless, a sincere expression of affection with only the peculiar passion that such genuine affection creates. "And it will be my turn soon! Come on, let's leave them to it for a while."

"No. I like the idea of the Traver's women airtight!"

Ellen's face clouded up.

"You need to come with me. You're distracting the real artists." She set the nearly empty bottle of lube on the table by the TV. "Besides, we're about out. Come on."

I let her lead me out of the room. I heard Sam say "Switch" and I looked back over my shoulder at the door, watching Sam and Sammy bending over the Travers women, kissing them at the same time, while the women directed the cock in hand into their respective pussies.

Ellen pulled me out of the room and shut the door. She whispered violently at me.

"Sam is really nervous about this. I decided to let him alone with them. With Sammy, you know, to get used to this. He told me what this is all about. You're fucking using me."

I looked around, then looked her up and down. She was as naked as I was.

"Using you? Yeah, so? What's your point. In fact, bend over, I wasn't done."

Ellen's face crinkled into a perfect perturbation of chagrin but it was so comical I laughed. She glared at me and then moved over to the table to our right and assumed the position. I mounted her. She shivered and arched her back, shoving her ass against me, grinding us together.

"God, Sonny, I am so horny, I could fuck a light pole."

"If you had a ladder." I grunted, pulling her onto my cock. She was a small woman and yet she fit me perfectly. I felt her interior, alive with sensation, clutching at me. I felt her begin to pant and pulled out of her.

"Hey? I thought you weren't done?"

"We need to get lube. Let's get dressed."

"You do have the oddest timing. I was sure I was about to come...oh, you bastard!"

"Just teasing." I said with a grin and looked around for my clothes. Everything was in the other bedroom. We dressed and Ellen walked down with me to one of the shops she knew about that had late hours and she got what she said we needed. I bet she took twenty minutes reading lube labels. She even asked questions. I had no starch left when we finally left the little shop of whores. The men leered at me but with envy greening their eyes. One guy though seemed to pity me and that irked me until Ellen yanked me to the counter and told me to pay the man. I wanted to bend her over it first and give her a little lesson in when to shut up and when to talk but let her have it her way because, well, I'm lazy about such things. I'd even everything out with her before the weekend was over.

When we arrived back in the apartment, as soon as the door slammed shut behind us, Sammy was yelling his fool head off. We went in to see what was wrong. Imogen was pinned between Sam and Sammy. Sammy was on his back with Imogen mounted on him and Sam was deep in her ass.

"Come on, I'm about to come and she needs a cock in the mouth to be airtight." Sammy huffed from under the pile.

"Yes, god, three men, at once." Imogen huffed after.

I realized I was likely a bit sour. I shed my clothing and gave my cock a nice scrubbing before I walked over to the bed. Imogen saw me approaching and twisted out from between the two black men buried in her body. Her eyes were glazed and she seemed to rattle when she moved, with little motions that started and stopped, giving her a jerky sort of appearance, like a robot with a short.

I had to get one knee onto the bed to get close enough to her. She twisted and bent down, got one hand on my cock and held on way too tight. Her mouth approached but I had to shuffle closer to get the end to her lips. Sam continued to pump into her ass, making her buck.

"Jesus, Dad, give it a rest. She might bite off his dick if you keep bothering her." Sammy sounded a little peeved. It worried me. It didn't worry Imogen. She simply leaned in and sucked my cock into her mouth. Sam ground down into her ass and held still. She bobbed her head a few times and then found a way to push my cock deep into her throat from that odd angle without choking herself. She got it to fit clear into her throat, her face against my body. Her hand waved behind her. Sam understood and pulled back and slammed into her again. Imogen's mouth on my cock sucked hard, pulling at my cock with such suction that I nearly fainted. Then she gagged. I tried to back out but she held onto me, her throat working as she fought the gag reflex, which is to say she simply ignored it, overriding the instinct to clear her airway or, happily, to bite down. She mastered herself, cocked her head a little and took a long, careful breath, breathing through her nose.

She waved again and Sam withdrew and thrust into her again. She groaned. The sound vibrated around my cock and I felt it run up and down my spine like a coffee drinking monkey at the zoo.

I came. It erupted out of me and I literally had no control, no chance to advise anyone of my arrival at that stage. I simply gushed. Imogen glugged once, and swallowed, hard, the muscles of her neck seizing on my cock and pulling the cum out of me. I couldn't help it. I spewed and spewed. I was amazed but I think my body had adjusted to the new come schedule and had put on a second and third shift to make plenty of cum to fill the added demands of the week.

I came and came. I swear it was for like three months but that's absurd. I had a firm hold on the back of her head and she had an arm around my bare body, latching onto me while she held her head still and sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. The rest of her body thrashed with orgasm after orgasm, even while Sam tensed and filled her ass with cum. She was still shaking from her own orgasm when Sammy groaned under her and Her torso rose up, like he exploded a little but left her intact. His hands grasped her by the hips and pulled her hard down onto him, while Sam leaned over her, losing his grip on reality. She snorted and gulped and snorted and gulped and then bucked, the final orgasm enveloped her and she clutched at me with her arm, even while my cock pulsed deep in her mouth, down into her tight, throbbing throat and her whole body cavorted inside her skin with the throes of orgasm.

She was so still, but seemed completely full of motion. Perhaps it was merely emotion because when her eyes opened and she peered up my body at me, they glistened and ran with tears.

I knotted a hand in her black hair and carefully withdrew from her mouth, backing away while she sought to release me intentionally. When my cock cleared her lips, she went limp and she dangled from my hand by her hair. For a terrible moment, I had the reverse reaction to her going limp and resisted her weight so she literally dangled from my hand, spilling out from between the two black bodies fucking her.

Sam moaned loudly first and went still, cling to her back with one arm. I realized that Miriam supported his other. Father and son were face to face, both buried inside the same woman. If I'd been one of them, I would have been thinking of Alissa and Melissa, in that exact same pose, penetrated front and back by father and son while they came with my cock in their mouths.

What? It's my fantasy, why would I leave me out of the picture? I know, I hardly belong in the Honeywell family picture but hey, they only have two cocks, its not like there is no logic to me being the one in her mouth, their mouths.

I staggered back a little, always resisting the inclination to force balance and steadiness on a body lately convulsed with a climax. If you are too quick or too steady after you come, its like saying, "well, that's done" as soon as the casket disappears in the ground and lighting up a cigar or checking your phone for emails. You might be able to do it but you shouldn't. A good orgasm should make your body not work right for a while and if that's acting then sue me, I think its just being polite.

I leaned against the wall.

"Jesus fuck a cartoon." Ellen muttered. "That never gets old."

"My god, Mother." Miriam said. "How do you feel?"

Imogen was draped out from between the two black men like white stuff squeezed out of an oreo. She roused and moved to lay down on Sammy. She moved slowly, feebly, laying her arms alongside his face. She kissed him.