Extending the MILF List Ch. 01

"Well?" She said into my silence.

I looked at her. "You have it too good but not good enough. Never good enough, right?" I smirked. I took out her card and lay it on the table. "Got a pen handy?" I asked, ignoring the one in my own pocket, geek-like.

Ms. Hamilton stared at me for a moment then got a pen out of her purse. I took it and wrote down my phone number on her card. I pushed both towards her. "Here is my number. If you want to stop being a cunt, call me. I am a good guy but I will not be a carpet for you. You look like you would be a great fuck but a great fuck and a great woman can be two different things. To be with me, you have to be a fantastic woman, in and out of bed." I stood up. "I have pretty high standards. I presume you do also. If I see you again, be prepared to tell me something you actually care about, something you actually want out of life. I think you have been toying with the world just because you can. Animals always eat what they catch. Only humans want to domesticate things for later use. Unless you are a squirrel and are just collecting nuts."

I walked away. My head pounded, my temples throbbed with the tension.

This was the first clash between the lessons of the MILF list and the taunts of a lonely heart. It would not be the last.

This was the first encounter with the fatal mistake lots of people make. I put myself into a corner. I had no way to call her—not because I did not have her number but because I had handed that right to call over to her exclusively. Thinking about what I had done on the way home was instructive. It clanged around in my brain. I went to class only to find the professor had canceled it which left me twisting in the wind. I had no desire to return home. I was walking out of the classroom when a kid on a bicycle dropped off of it and dashed up to me.

"You Sonny Duncan?" The kid said.

I nodded.

"Telegram for you." He said. "Sign here." He grinned. "I get a grand just for finding you, today. Can you believe that? Who sends telegrams anymore? And who would pay a grand to have it hand delivered?"

I sighed and he mounted his bike and streaked away. I opened the yellowed envelop. I thought I knew who it was and I was right. It was signed "SID".

It read: Cici arrived Hong Kong safe. STOP. Congratulations. STOP. You are in. STOP. Expect contact before end of the year. STOP. Will be in touch. STOP SID STOP.

I stood there for a moment, nonplussed. This is my story and if you get no pussy and don't know any rich guys who like you, who gives a fuck? It takes "event" to make a story. All the usual things that make sense and are logical and consistent and predictable, those things are boring and common. Who writes a fucking story about common and predictable and boring things?

I was just about to do a little happy dance but my phone rang. My heart skipped a beat and then ten before I breathed, looked at the phone and everything went back to normal. I thought perhaps Dee Dee Hamilton was calling to pant after my Adonis-like body but no, it was just Laura Wills. I had one of those stupid moments when I realized that my emotions were all caddywompus. Here I was disappointed that Laura Wills, my blond MILF was calling instead of the unplundered blond I had just met. That Laura was calling soaked through my addled brain and I answered.

The brief euphoria crashed on the shoals the moment I heard Laura's sobs.

"Sonny? Sonny? Are you there."

"Mrs. Wills," I replied guardedly then realized how horrible that must sound. Whatever happened, she was calling because she needed something. "Laura? What's the matter?"

"Can, can you meet me? I'll be at The Cantankerous Cant in ten minutes." She went silent for a moment. "Oh, my, I never thought. Do, do you need me to pick you up?"

I gulped. "No, I have a car. I can meet you there."

The Cantankerous Cant was a seadog themed bar and grill, with lots of anchors and ropes the size of my wrist for decorations. Laura was in the back with a tall glass of something I suspected was not any sort of cola. Well, maybe a little cola. She'd ordered one for me. It was a Long Island Iced Tea. I took a hit and shook my head.

"What day is it?" I said, trying to comment on the strength of her selection.

"Wednesday." Laura said.

Her literal response told me she was unsettled sufficiently that I should not toy with her any at all. So, being a smart ass and unable to avoid teasing beautiful women who would fuck me if I demanded it, I kept silent.

Laura drank from her glass. "Sonny, I think my marriage is over." The tears followed and after a few gasping minutes of choking sobs and near hysteria that made no sense, she finally calmed. She told me the story. Out of no where, Jeb had returned. He said they needed to talk. They sat down in their house and he opened by telling her he knew what she had been doing with us, me and the guys. She started to cry and ask forgiveness but he waved her away. She said he did not care about that and she did not know how to think about that. It shocked her. This, this was the moment she had figured would pull her back into her suburban housewife existence—being confronted by an enraged husband. Instead her world twisted out of control.

Jeb told her she could fuck the "kids" (kids he called us!). However, he said, she had to decide if she wanted him or her brothers. When Laura said that she broke down again. "He knows. He, he knew all along and never said anything. Why now?"

I thought it possible that darling Chris had spilled the beans but did not go there. So I shrugged. I was lost as to why she had called me.

Finally, sniffling and blowing her cute little (red) nose, she continued. Jeb gave her the ultimatum, him or her brothers. "I could not agree to that." Laura said. The moment she said that, her back straightened and the shattered woman disappeared. In her place appeared a wholly different woman. "If I agreed to that, he would bind me up and I would be back where I was when you took me on your kitchen table while your mother watched us. I was bound up and my only outlet was Jordan and Blake. They, they were my only outlet. I, until you, until you boys, I never once stepped out on Jeb. I, I know he did. I know he did things with other women but I never had a reason to make an issue of it. I kept myself for Blake and Jordan and when they were here, I could release myself to them. I have, oh Sonny, I am so eager for them to find out about who I am now and do things to me they always talked about while, while, oh while I was under one of them. They discussed doing all the things you boys did to me, with me right there, often while one or the other had me on my back, while they were inside of me, they discussed me like I was not even present. You know, what they were going to do to me in some fantastic future. It always made me so high I thought it was fear but it was, it turns out it was excitement. I never knew.

"If I let Jeb rob me of that, I will resent him for the rest of my life and his. That is no good for either of us. So, so I told him no." Her eyes glistened with new tears but she did not break down again. Her voice remained steady even while tears tracked down her cheeks. "I, I don't know what he is going to do. I never thought he was vindictive but when I refused to promise what he wanted, he simply stood up and walked out. He closed the door, he did not slam it but closed it and then returned to say he would not be here for Thanksgiving.

"Sonny, he seemed so, so cold, so distant. I saw no sign he was hurt or anything and that is usually a sign that he is furious. I always hated his cold silences, never talking to me and to Chrissy when he was upset or angry or something. I could only tell early in our marriage when he did not take me for a few days. He, he was very demanding in bed and I," here she blushed and smiled a wan, sheepish smile. "Well, Sonny, you know me, I responded well to being dragged into the bedroom and left panting for more. Sometimes I would go weeks without responding to him or having time to before he was done and gone. Then Blake or Jordan would appear and I would explode for them." She shook her head. "I cannot give them up. When everything is haywire, I can still release myself to their good services and come like a freight train." She shook her head again. "I cannot give that up." Her voice was soft, like she was talking to herself.

After a few minutes and a new round of heavy iced tea, when she did not speak again, I did. "So, Laura, are you just venting or, or is there something in particular you need or want from me?" I was trying to be delicate but if I was too much later, things would be really difficult when I got home. Not that I knew what I would find there.

Laura's eyes cleared. She nodded. "Of course, Sonny. I, yes, I need to tell you what I want, why I called you." Then she bowed her head to hide the crimson blush that flushed her face. She looked up at me. "Oh Sonny, can I ask this of you?"

Again, I did not feel like she was asking me anything. So I sat regarding her as sympathetically as a guy can when he has no idea what the fuck is going on.

"Blake, oh and Jordan too, their divorces, they have had difficult times of it. Their daughters refuse to see them. Did you ever meet Shay and, and Lizzy?"

I nodded. Had I ever. Both Blake and Jordan had married women who looked like Laura, both blonds. Small surprise that, given what I knew about them and their sister. The daughters were, well, spectacular. The ex-wives were no slouches either. I had not seen them in maybe six or eight years. The girls were both older than Chris and I by four years. Last time I saw them they were just getting to model age and they looked it. My cock got hard just thinking about them. I was beginning to think that I was ruined for polite company for the rest of my life. Fucking MILFs!

"When Blake lost custody and did not even get visitation rights, it nearly ruined him. I," she blushed deeply again, "I could not even get him up the time I saw him when all that was going on. I sucked and sucked and finally we just went to bed and he wept in my arms. It, it was horrifying. Jordan never showed me much. He had joint custody but Paula was so angry with him, I don't know the whole story." She glanced at her phone. "It is getting late. I'll get to it."

Her eyes found mine and she grinned sweetly. "I am nervous, Sonny. I, I know I have not been able to ask anything of you to this point and so, well, I worry that asking something of you might not be... "

I patted the space between us, "Mrs. Wills, give it no thought." I thought I had figured out what she was going to ask me. She wanted me to go with Chris to get the new wives out of the house so she could do her brothers. And they could take her. Uh huh. I love thinking I know shit. It is so deliciously comfortable. Reality, however, has to make you laugh or you just give up and quit trying to figure anything out at all. If you worry about being wrong, you lose the inclination to try. I was not worried but I should have been. Oh, not because I had much to worry about, but because my grasp of the future was always insufficient and showed a true lack of imagination. Being sure I know shit is just stupid and sometimes dangerous.

"Sonny," Laura spoke into the pregnant silence, "I, uh, can, I can I ask you to uh do something for me?" She glanced down at the time on her phone. How it got to be seven so fast, I did not know.

I don't know what got into me but I got really hungry in that instant and suddenly I wanted to just fuck with Mrs. Wills once more for old time sakes. "Why don't we order something to eat. Two of these 'teas' leads to taxis and that can be difficult this time of night, the day before Thanksgiving." I thought of my sisters, slaving at home over turkey, pies and salads and dressing and whatever. I wondered if they were going to be pissed off. I signed for a waiter and Mrs. Wills and I ordered. It was not like I could explain to the girls what I was doing. If their bickering was any indication, I should not be explaining myself to them anyway.

Strangely, Laura and I sat in silence waiting for the food. When my hamburger arrived I started to eat. "So? Are you ready to ask something of me or not?"

Laura looked at me. She had been eying her chicken sandwich like it was covered in chocolate. "You never answered me. Can, can I ask you to do something for me?"

Women are so strange. If she had been a man, she would have been taking bids and trying to see what I would give her for the "favor". She honestly thought she was going to be putting me out. Well, that is not irrational. There was some risk, would be some risk.

"Laura, of course. With all the cock I have fed into you, you have banked a lot of good will."

She smiled and glanced down at the grilled chicken. She took a dainty bite and dabbed at her mouth. She chewed and looked up at me. "I want you to seduce my sisters-in-law." She said finally.

I was surprised. I did not expect that. My lack of expression and response reflected in her eyes as fear.

But then those beautiful blues hardened. She straightened her back and thrust her breasts at me. "I want you to seduce them. What I want, I want them to uh join us, Blake and Jordan and me."

"What about Chris?" I asked too quickly.

"Chris?"

"What are you going to do, lock him in the basement?" Not the best question. For the briefest moment I forgot about the basement and the implements of pleasure that awaited Laura when she got home. I thought about Annie. I had not seen her since my mother scarpered off to China to lay down for her husband. What a mess! How could any right-thinking person make sense out of my life. I gave up, preferring instead to just pick the ripe fruit I could reach and not worry about fattening the calf.

Laura colored. "Oh, Chris? Oh my, yes, what about Chris?" She closed her eyes. "How could I forget about him?" It was a real question. Her blush vanished like a doused flame and she turned pasty white. How she did that without much transition at all, I never quite understood. Then she shook her head. "I invited Mrs. Kingston to join us for Thanksgiving since Sid is out of town. It would be a shame for her to be alone."

For a moment I got a knot in my stomach thinking that Mrs. Wills would realize Mom was gone and invite me and the blisters to her house. I had my denial all coiled for presentation but she blithely passed over it. I felt slighted but immediately felt ridiculous as well.

"What am I to do with Annie? She, she is certain to know something is happening. She, she'll want to give my brothers a try." Laura was musing out loud again and I felt the eavesdropper. Her eyes focused, then shifted to me. "Oh my, Sonny, I need you to do something else for me." She put fingers to her lips. "I, I need you to get Annie out of the way, keep her occupied, uh, Friday." She suddenly shook her head. "Oh bollocks!" She growled. "This is never going to work. Oh shit! This is impossible!"

I felt the despair emanating from the blond woman. In the face of her pending tears, my lizard brain granted me a fine and glorious boon. "Laura, think a minute. You need to get Chris and the sisters-in-law out of the house and to keep Annie 'occupied' without everyone knowing the situation. I'll take Annie with me when I go with Chris to take the sisters-in-law to the madhouse for Black Friday." I had an idea. I had to see how things developed. "Do you think Annie would go?"

Laura nodded, the tears receding back to where they originated. "She loves fighting over things in the stores. She went alone last year because Caren and Elizabeth did not want to get up early enough. They love all the boutiques here but Chris refused to get up at four to take them down to Main Street in old down. Annie went without them." She stopped, finally seeing at least part of the possibility. "You, you think you can get Chris to get up early?"

"If, if he thinks he will get to fuck his aunts." I said. "And, and if he thinks he can, uh, do you in front of your brothers."

Laura gasped and her eyes got wide. For all the various twists we had put into her and put her through, it was so odd to see her amazed and a little shocked at what I was suggesting.

"You need the Aunts to fuck Chris and, then, for him to fuck you. It, it keeps things balanced." I shook my head. I wondered if everyone I met would end up fucking everyone else. Fuck but I loved variety! My cock was hard. Then it wilted a little bit. "Wait a tick. I don't do mercy fucks. Are Caren and Elizabeth fuckable?" I think I put a little too much concern into my tone.

Suddenly Laura sat back and laughed, giggling with a hand over her mouth. She shook with it and after a few moments of it, I realized it was tension uncoiling inside of her. She fairly shook with laughter. Then abruptly she mastered herself and began to fuss with her purse. "You have not met them, have you? Here they are. That was only three years ago. If anything, they are better looking." She held out her open wallet. Twin pictures showed her brothers with women much younger than they in wedding dresses.

I gulped. "Fuckable." I said softly, staring. "Definitely fuckable."

"More than me?"

I tore my eyes away from the two pictures. "I can fuck you anytime I like. These two, they are strange, new pussy. They, they won't know what hit them. That, that is so much fun! Surprising climaxes are always the best. I'll call Annie tonight. She'll go with us. It will be a challenge to see if I can distract her from shopping."

Laura Wills chuckled. "I would love to see that."

"You can come along." I said, smirking.

Laura caught the sentiment and cocked her head as she shook it, a sly smile on her lips. "Oh, I don't think so. But thanks." She sobered. "Uh, Chris...?"

"He has to go. Then, then you have to fuck him while they all watch. I think Annie would like a little strange too. Think your brothers would mind?"

Laura's eyes widened. "The Wills family orgy and, and Annie?" She shook her head. "I never imagined that."

"No, I am sure you didn't. That is why you called me."

Laura nodded, grinning. "Yes, Sonny, that was why I called you."

If only she knew.

Thanksgiving dawned with gray skies. By nine the girls were up and cooking. By the time I emerged from the shower, the house was suffused with the cloying goodness of Thanksgiving cooking in America. Wow, what a smell! We ate around noon. Mom always said that if you ate early, you could get into the pies again at least once or twice before the day was over. It was odd sitting at the table and chowing down on turkey and dressing, cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes and green bean casserole. Then came the pies and the pain they always cause me. As my Mom used to tell me, I had eyes that were bigger than my stomach. Inert on the couch, nap to the muffled sounds of football and then more pie.

It seemed like my sisters has declared a truce. I asked them as slyly as my turkey-intoxicated brain could if they were doing the Black Friday. They all looked at each other and then all said "no" at the same time. I figured that after they discovered I was gone, they would be pissed. But they would look foolish and with elder sisters, that is both an art and a reward in itself.

The night before I had made contact with Chris and he said he'd arrange with his Aunts for a Black Friday adventure. I thought about telling him Annie was coming but then tactically left that out. That would have made him suspicious. I don't know what he was thinking and did not ask. Annie, however, was completely suspicious. When I called her and invited her to go with us, she asked where. I had already told her the time and day, figuring she would jump to the more likely conclusion. She neither jumped nor concluded. She asked if Chris was going. When I confirmed it, she grunted and hung up. Her grunt meant, "yes" but I still left time to get her up when I set my alarm. Chris called Thanksgiving evening and confirmed a 4:30 pickup. I said we'd take my car. I woke around four, just before the alarm, to tell you the truth. I always did that when I was nervous or eager for the morning event I was attending on a schedule.