Extending the MILF List Ch. 19

The women met me in the lobby, finally deigning to acknowledge my existence.

"So, Sonny, what have you got planned."

I looked Ellen right in the eyes.

"I thought I'd introduce you to Mr. Honeywell." I said evenly.

Her eyes widened. The idea that had thus far been only an abstraction suddenly solidified. I watched the realization soak into her brain and begin to affect her eyes. They twitched several times before she squeezed them closed.

"I told you about this." She said to no one, or at least, not to me.

"I thought you were kidding. You mean you are really going to have sex with your boyfriend's father?" Imogen inquired.

"Boyfriend?" Ellen appeared genuinely confused.

Imogen laughed.

"I don't care what you call him, he's a boyfriend. Sammy, was it?"

Ellen nodded.

"I have a boyfriend and I'm having sex with his friend and then his father?" Her voice revealed the difficulty she had in processing that concept, not really. Here confusion, however, was tinged with a delightful aura of scarlet interest.

I looked at Miriam. Her eyes were dark, somber. When she caught me looking at her, she fixed her gaze on me.

"I want what she got." She said softly. "I want two men. I don't care who."

Imogen looked around us, checking to see if there were auditors. I smiled at her court awareness. I didn't respond to Miriam or to the look on Ellen's face. She clearly thought she'd go first.

I felt the dependence on me and my right to set the agenda as their expectation, like I was balancing something and had to maintain the right equilibrium or I'd lose them all. I went to the valet and ordered my car and we drove to the apartment. I could see the Travers women were clearly impressed. Ellen acted nonchalant but she enjoyed the other two womens' appreciation as much as I did.

Upstairs, I opened the apartment and found it cold. We went inside, turned up the heat and I left them to go get Sam. I tapped on his door. It opened as if he'd been standing there at the peep hole waiting for me.

"Sonny! God, I was about to call you."

"Why?"

He grinned.

"I guess I'm a little impatient. Let me slip on my shoes. We aren't going out so I don't need a coat do I?"

I shook my head.

He exited and locked the door. We walked towards my door at the other end of the hall.

"I've been thinking about it, about sharing a woman with Sammy. Once I got around the idea of having sex with Melissa, finally, after all these years...I got to thinking about that, having her with Sammy, and I confess, I got all nervous and shit, stuff, nervous and stuff."

I nodded. I could understand. I stopped at the door.

"Now listen, Ellen is the redhead. I want you and Sammy to do her first. In fact, I may just tie her up and make her watch while we do the other two. They might be mother and daughter, maybe not, I have conflicting information."

"Good lord, mother and daughter? Really?"

I nodded, feeling the glow of his amazement. It warmed me up and made me eager. Then my agenda changed. I finally noticed the elegant symmetry of the elements if I'd arranged them properly.

"I changed my mind. I think you should have the mother and daughter and then share them with Sammy. He might be a bit jaded by now but you should but a little fish in his pond." I grinned, thinking of it. "I'll take Ellen with me to pick up Melissa and bring the two of them by tomorrow morning. There's the ticket. You'll need to conserve your energy but don't be dismayed if things don't go swimmingly at first, you'll have another chance. I am handing your wife and her sister off to someone else tomorrow night, so they should be a little wobbly when its time for you and Sammy. Sammy is going to be here around five. I'll handle the introductions."

"Introductions?"

"He doesn't know you are going to be here but he knows Ellen is."

"Oh."

"And Sam, Ellen works for Alissa."

"Oh shit! Shoot!." He shook his head. "Do you really think she'll, I mean Alissa, will she let Melissa and me, you know, do it while she is in the room?"

I chuckled. I was sure I had that nailed.

"I have that nailed. She will." I suddenly wondered if I was stretching her limits too profoundly. What if she came apart watching her sister fuck her estranged husband? I knew I had to have Sammy there. She'd never let herself come apart while he was in the room, or in her, might be what I meant. I sort of wished I was part of that family and could participate. I guess I rather thought I'd emcee the proceedings but realized there at the door that I'd likely be escorted out of sight and mind if I had any sense.

Sam was staring at me.

"Well? We going to go in or what?"

"Ellen is sleeping with Sammy." I said. "She wants to be the woman between a man and his son, specifically between you and Sammy. I am thinking we keep her waiting until Melissa is present so she'll feel...competition. That'll make her try harder. Melissa arrives late and I'm going to put her up at a hotel." I was setting my agenda as I spoke. I realized then that my duffel was at the China Sparrow. So that would work out.

"Sonny, enough already. Open the door."

"Oh, right." I did. We strode into the room. The women were sitting around the bar each sipping a finger of scotch. The place had warmed up, they'd removed their coats.

"Ladies, this is Sam Honeywell."

Imogen caught the name immediately. I saw it register on her face.

"Honeywell?" She whispered. "Any relation to Alissa Honeywell?"

Sam nodded, suddenly suave and debonair.

"She's my wife." He said softly.

"I'm Imogen and this is my daughter, Miriam." Miriam nodded and smiled. She appeared delighted with the second cock in her anticipated configuration.

"I'm Ellen Collier. You're Sam Honeywell?" Her voice betrayed her as it rarely did. "I've seen you around here."

Sam studied her.

"Oh yes, I thought you came with this apartment."

Ellen laughed.

"I have been fucked in this apartment but I only came after Sonny inherited it." She gave me a look that told me to shut up.

"You're having sex with my son?" Sam asked.

Ellen's look turned to daggers.

"Holy Anglican angles!" Miriam muttered. "Her boyfriend is his son?" Imogen gave her a wave of the hand to keep silent, or at least not to be so explicit.

"Well, since we all know about each other...." I began but Sam held up his hand.

"Wait a bit, Sonny. Are you two really mother and daughter?"

They both nodded. I filed that reaction away, no longer bothering to be confused. I guess I no longer cared either way, whatever their story was.

"I, she, Sonny and another guy, Landon, they had my mother yesterday. I want you two to have me today."

Ellen's face fell. I could see it. She was off-balance. Normally Ellen's face betrayed nothing but standing with Sam's eyes on her nipples showing through the diaphanous blouse she wore seemed to have rattled her.

Suddenly they were all looking at me. I glanced at Ellen.

"Listen, Sam, why don't you and Ellen use that bedroom. I have some things to do with these two. When you want, come over and we'll fuck Miriam front and back. Your choice. Oh, and tie Ellen up, so we can fuck her later. Don't let her get too much, I want her warmed and ready when Sammy gets here. I thought Sammy and I would use the Travers women to get warmed up and then you can get involved."

Everyone nodded.

Sam looked at Ellen.

"I'm not as old as I look." He said lightly.

"You don't look old or worn, for that matter." Ellen returned. She extended a hand, the scotch in the other hand. "How do you feel about fucking me with your son?"

Sam shook his head, put his hand around her little one and let her lead him into the bedroom to the right.

The Travers women watched them go. When the door closed their heads swung around and their eyes snapped to me.

I ignored Miriam. I took hold of Imogen's elbow and steered her into the left bedroom. She let me. Miriam trailed along behind. I felt her like a fluffy presence behind us, just about cuddling up to us but not quite.

In the bedroom, Imogen turned into me, wriggled her arm out of my grasp and put her arms around my neck.

"Mr. Duncan, what do you want to do with me now?"

I kissed her. Her lips were rich with arousal, her breath was hot on my skin. Her body melded with mine. We ignored Miriam. We kissed until she kicked off one high heel and used the stocking-clad foot to caress my calf. I opened my eyes and looked down at her.

I wanted to make love to her. She was beautiful. We continued to kiss. Well, she did, I was busy planning out how to maneuver her onto her back with her panties off and me between her legs. I know, that sounds distracting and it was. It may also sound stupid since presumably I was kissing one of three sure things in the apartment but that was the sort of maneuvering I refer to. I mean the maneuvering that doesn't break the mood, so, when the head of my cock brushes against the lips of her pussy, she gasps and pushes her hips up in that wonderful way a woman has of asking to be entered without speaking a clear syllable. I wanted her to feel the moment I entered her and to remember it for the rest of her sexual days.

A high standard, perhaps but hell, if you don't aim high, you aim low, which one is the better target? Imogen solved the issue for me but not close to any of the options I'd been sorting through. She eased away from my lips and looked up at me.

"She wants us to watch." Imogen whispered.

I played like I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Who?" I said as cluelessly as possible, which is pretty clueless. Still, I knew. Fuck me.

"Miss Collier." Imogen said, her voice dripping with sarcastic glory as though I should have figured it out by myself.

"Oh. When you say us...?"

"She meant you too. She, she said she wanted us to watch her have sex with her boyfriend's father."

"Exhibitionist." I muttered. Ellen Collier took explicit responsibility for her own sexual needs, twisted as they were. Did I say "twisted"? I meant surprising. Surprising, not twisted. If there's one thing I hate its the pot talking to the kettle in that mean way.

"Maybe." Imogen whispered, as though she were trying to keep secrets from Miriam. "I want to see it, watch them, too." She shook her head once. "When she said it, I didn't think I did, that I would but, but...."

I rolled my eyes.

"You didn't know he was black?"

She snorted.

"I didn't know he'd be so sexy."

"Oh." I was duly chastised for my breech of PC etiquette. Imogen humped her hips at me, bumping me with her pubic bone, in the most PC way.

"So? We going to stand here all night?" She turned to find Miriam, extracting herself from me. The two women walked out of the room. Shit, I had to trot to catch up, my cock being all hard and shit. I think I bent it.

Imogen opened the door gently as I waddled up behind them. No one spoke. The door cracked and we heard it, the steady squeak of a bed and the soft pulse of a woman panting. Imogen pushed the door open.

Ellen Collier lay on her back. Sam Honeywell lay between her brilliant, white legs which seemed to sparkle they seemed so brilliant, made all the more so by his coal black ass, flexing up and down. He was naked. She was naked. They were fucking. While we watched, Sam rose up on his arms and began to rumble Ellen good. She arched under him, taking him deep. Her legs curled up around his ebony body, hooking her heels behind his thighs and then flexing her body up at him, taking him deeper still.

Ellen groaned.

I realized a moment later she was talking.

"See.""I told you.""They'd come."

Sam stalled in mid thrust, arched his back to look back at us, his face expressed some sort of strain but with no barcode to tell us what sort it was.

"Oh. Hi." He said, tensed.

"Do you mind if we watch?" I asked, feeling all polite and shit.

Sam looked nonplussed. He twisted back to look down at Ellen underneath him.

"I don't mind. Do you mind?" He grunted his voice tense as his flexed ass suspended between Ellen's legs clipping her onto him. She hung below him so they were both straining to maintain the junction.

"I invited them to watch, for fuck sake." Ellen growled. That sounded just like her, maybe because it was her. "Don't stop. I think that's sort of the point, don't you?"

"Oh. Right. I guess I thought maybe you wanted to start over."

Ellen had to giggle. She giggled. It slipped out of her like a puff of smoke.

"Jesus, do you know how much you are like your son?"

Sam lifted his ass and slammed her down into the cushion of the bed. She moaned with the impact.

"I think you have the backwards, don't you?"

"You mean, ugh, that you aren't like him?" Ellen asked and then chortled around another moan, making an indescribable sound out of the two.

"No, bitch, I mean he is like me, not me like him. I came first, so to speak." Sam said through gritted teeth. "Christ you feel good."

"It's Ellen. Christ is someone else altogether. And anyway, I met him first, so actually he came first, as far as I'm concerned. God, you are like him. Always distracting me with some off the wall shit that is so funny I can't ignore it. Fuck, have you ever tried to come and giggle at the same time?"

"No."

"It takes talent." Then she did, giggle and come at the same time, the braggart.

I looked around at the Travers women who stood beside me, one to each side. Sam sped up, his ass rising and falling. Ellen writhed under him, around him, with him. They were fucking right in front of us. The room filled with the wet sound of their conjoined bodies. Something about the sight of his dark skin glinting with sweat and her white skin, pale as an old moon clinging to him while he rode her, unsettled me.

"It's beautiful." Miriam whispered.

"I know. Right?" I muttered, the bitch read my mind. I was a little embarrassed. They seemed to move together, like a horse and rider...maybe not the best analogy, like an equestrian and his mount...is that better? Nope, not much. My internal censor sometimes gets persnickety. I know, they moved like a pas de deux, graceful and in sync, even when Ellen climaxed, that graceful motion persisted even as Sam fucked her. She'd lay back and then ecstasy would roll through her again and she curl up under him, her knees chafing along his sides, like a dirty Escher cartoon, all figure and ground without needing any caption, white and black blending but not into gray, into a thrusting, moaning whole that harmonized and groaned, figure and ground vying for attention. I think they'd forgotten us, though, so their little dance was artless.

Imogen felt the ignorance and moved around to the other side of the bed to stand next to their heads, looking down at Ellen clinging to Sam's black shoulders, pulling him into a kiss, even while he hammered down into her. Miriam moved to take the other prime position on the right side of the bed which left me staring at Sam's ass grinding down between Ellen's spread white legs. I needed a better alternative and I had one, I just hadn't realized it yet. When I did, it made me happy.

I moved over behind Miriam.

Somehow, Ellen sensed me moving even as she hadn't sensed the Travers women moving closer, or perhaps she just ignored them, at any rate, she moved her head to the side to peer out from under Sam, her eyes fixing on us. I put my hands on Miriam's waist and pulled her against my hard cock. She wore a simple black dress that, I could see, zipped up the back. It ended at mid-thigh, exposing her fine legs, showing she wore no hose or stockings. Her legs were bare.

My hands moved down to Miriam's hips. She bent forward slightly and pressed her ass against me, shifting it back and forth against the hard arch of my cock.

I moaned softly. God, the plush feel of her firm ass felt so good I wanted to throw her on the floor and fuck her fast and hard. Later. I moved my hands up to her breasts, clutching them, covering each with one hand. Miriam sighed. Her mother, across the bed from us, hissed. I looked up, she was glaring at me. I didn't understand and at that moment, really didn't care what was causing her leak.

I massaged Miriam's breasts. She sagged against me, letting me handle her as I wished and I wished to handle her a lot. I mashed her breasts for a while. Sam fucked Ellen and between each clinching orgasm, Ellen watched me handling Miriam.

I let my hands release Miriam's tits. The woman sighed, clearly it was regret. No matter. I moved my hands down her tummy and onto the plain of her abdomen and lower, onto the flex of her thighs. When I found the hem of her skirt, I lifted it up, exposing her crotch. Ellen shook away Sam's attempt to kiss her. Sam turned his head and found us with his eyes, slitted with effort. His head was about even with Miriam's crotch. His ass coasted to a stop. If you want a man's attention, flash your pussy at him...works every time, that is, if he likes pussy at all.

"Oh good Christ, what are you two doing?" He mumbled.

"Nothing. Just watching." I returned equally mumbling.

He didn't acknowledge my response. He lay down on Ellen, planting his head beside her, so she could watch me, us, me, whatever. He moved his ebony hands down to her ass, under them, and began to grind into her. Ellen lurched under him, groaning as if a new wave of pleasure rolled through her. I had no reason to think she was acting.

I felt up Miriam's thigh and found panties, simple, cotton panties that clasped her pussy tight inside them. I probed and found the waist band of her panties and pulled them down. They were granny panties, practical and as sexy as a rocking chair. I pushed them down her legs. I felt Miriam tremble, a brief spasm that rattled through her body. My finger touched her pussy. She was oozing wet.

I felt around and found her entrance. I pushed a finger into her. She moaned, her body shaking as I entered her. Her ass hitched up, pressing against my hard cock. I withdrew my finger and let the skirt drop. Miriam moaned. Ellen groaned. Imogen hissed. It was a fucking orchestra, well, a three piece band.

I moved my hands back to Miriam's waist and held her still while I peeled my body away from hers. Shit, I wanted to mount her on my cock like an Easter bonnet. I'd decided something else was in order. I released her and she swayed without the steadying influence of my clever hands. She went still when I fingered the zipper on her dress. She moaned as I drew it slowly down, down, down her back to the nice gentle swell of her ass that her tight lower back made appear so luscious and fine.

Miriam didn't move a muscle but she was having trouble breathing. I pulled the dress apart, exposing her bare back and the thin band of the timid bra strap across the middle of her back. I moved down and unhooked her bra. She shivered a little feeling the release of her tits. I smoothed the dress off her shoulders.

Sam continued fucking Ellen and Ellen rattled through a longer, more complex orgasm with various grunts and hissing that conveyed the depth of penetration into her of the pleasure she was experiencing. I looked for her and found her eyes fixed on me, her hands clung to Sam's square black shoulders. She gestured with her chin at me, that motion that means keep going, so I kept going.

I pushed the dress off Miriam's shoulders and down her arms. It was lacy black with taffeta holding it together. Her pale body shown through it as though lit from inside. She held still, wheezing while I reached around her and pulled the sleeves off each hand. I then released it and let it drift down her bare legs. She bent her forearms up to hold the bra, covering her breasts. Ellen's eyes were intense, tight with excitement or perhaps the anticipation of another orgasm that was approaching her body.