Extending the MILF List Ch. 10

She studied the problem for a minute before moving towards me. She put both hands on my knees and bent over and kissed me lightly on the lips. A very sisterly kiss, well, for other people, I guess, though not really for me. If she agreed to kiss me like my sister does, she'd have to drop her knickers and take my cock while she kissed me. Ignorance is a bad thing.

"Now, Mrs. Favors, do you really think that is what I had in mind when I asked you for the kiss you figure I was thinking of when you said you'd do anything for me?"

She swallowed hard. "No." She groaned.

"Then perhaps you'd like to kiss me the way you think I want you to kiss me. How do you think that is?"

She swallowed again. "I suppose in a way that arouses you." She whispered.

I pointed to my now, very hard cock. "I am already aroused, Mrs. Favors. Can't you see? No, I want you to kiss me in a way that arouses you, so when I push my cock into you, I find you wet and ready and eager to be fucked. Do you think that is possible or do I ask too much?"

"Jesus." Sammy breathed. "Just fuck her already!"

I turned to look at him. "Am I boring you, buddy?"

He looked genuinely scared. "No, Sonny." He said quickly.

"Want Annie to blow you? She looks bored. No fucking her though. Just sucking. Someone else might want a taste of her." Mrs. Favors' face looked suitably resistant. "Or you can eat her, you know how she likes that."

Sammy got to his feet.

I looked at Mrs. Favors. She stared as Sammy walked past her and sat down beside Annie. He unhooked Annie's blouse and began to suck her tits. Annie throbbed on the couch.

Mrs. Favors looked from them back to me.

"Where is your bedroom, Mrs. Favors. I think perhaps we should give those two some privacy."

She nodded, almost thankfully, pointing up the stairs.

I stood up. I pointed at Sammy. "No fucking. Not yet anyway!"

Sammy nodded. Annie ignored me, preening up under his lips. Her nipples stood up tall.

I stepped to the side of the stairway. "Lay on McDuff." I said gallantly. Mrs. Favors did not appreciate the reference, thinking she'd end up McDuff.

I followed her rolling ass up the stairs, too late by about thirty seconds. We walked down the corridor. She hesitated at a door from which grunting elicited and pulled it closed, preventing me a peek inside, missing by those thirty seconds. She looked askance at me and when I did not respond, moved on down the hall to the door at the end. She opened it and stepped aside, gesturing me inside her bedroom.

I moved past her and waited for her to come into the room. She did, and that placed her right next to me. I put a hand on her hip. She wore stretch slacks and a plain white blouse, clearly a business blouse she had not changed yet. Her bra showed clearly through it.

"About that kiss? Wait!" I put my other hand on her shoulder and held us apart. "Just so we are clear, my blonde, she has been here a lot in the last month, right?"

Mrs. Favors nodded slowly. "Do you think it is fair for you to fuck me this afternoon and call everything even?"

For a moment, I thought she didn't hear me. Then she closed her eyes and shook her head.

I kissed her lightly on the lips. "Good, Mrs. Favors. Now, considering that your son did me a good turn and I rewarded him, how do you think I should regard the fact that he has stolen from me? Stealing my blonde and fucking her, apparently a lot, right here in your house, with your knowledge and apparently assent?"

"I did not approve." She said quickly.

"Yet here she is, full of your son's cock, screaming her fool head off. And you suggest that I fuck you to make up for that. Is that what you are suggesting?"

After a long hesitation, she nodded. "Yes, I am."

"Are you thinking that I just fuck you the one time while he had my blonde for all those other times?"

She shook her head. Her face looked resigned.

"And what about stealing from me. Did you see the collar around her neck? She's mine. Look close at it the next time and you'll see my name, big as life. It says owned by Sonny Duncan. Do you think you can just fuck me and make that go away? Or do you think stealing is perfectly okay?"

"No, stealing is not okay. Listen, I get it, my son has fucked up and now he's caught. Let's just cut to the chase. I'll do it, whatever it is. Whatever you want me to, just so long as you don't hurt my son but for Christ's sake can we quit blabbering about it? I'll fuck you, okay? You and your friends downstairs or anyone else you like. I'll do it. I'll do it all. I promise."

I smiled slowly. God, I had her. We were half way there.

"Mrs. Favors, what makes you think you can fuck anyone good enough to fix this? Are you wonderful on your back?"

She did not know how to answer that and just stared at me, her mouth set, her eyes hard, glittering like sapphires.

"Maybe you cannot even kiss good." I said, taunting her just a little.

"Try me." She said. But when I didn't move, she growled, "I didn't think hookers kissed anyway. Not on the mouth."

"Hookers? Is that what you think of my girls? What ever gave you that idea?"

She shrugged.

I could see her trying to find the moment when she decided that she saw something that indicated prostitution. Finally she gave up. Her shoulders slumped. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe hookers are the only women in the world men think they can own, any more."

I nodded. "Mrs. Favors, if this is going to work, you have to enjoy it. If, if you think it is just exercise, then we'll forget the whole thing. I'll go downstairs and..."

She grabbed me then, her hands hot on my sides. "No, no, please. Don't, don't do that." Her voice finally trembled a little, her chest heaved and I wanted to unbutton the blouse to see that heaving more clearly.

"Okay. But you have to tell me if you think you can enjoy fucking me? I mean, enjoy in the fullest sense of the word."

"You mean will I come if you fuck me? I don't know. Maybe. I used to like sex."

I kissed her. I wanted to catch that wistful moment as it rippled through her body, the memory of liking sex. I must have caught her just right. She groaned as I kissed her. Her hands moved up my sides and then looped around my neck as she stood there kissing me.

At first, the kiss was gentle, lips to lips, her body held away from me by her hands on my sides, though her breasts kept brushing against my chest in a most delightful manner. Then the kiss shifted, becoming plush and rich, while she probed, touching my lips with her tongue and pinching her lips together, nipping at mine. Her hands found my shoulders and her mouth opened. She put her arms around my neck and pulled on me. The kiss deepened, strengthened. My hands had remained on her waist, finding a little bit of skin above the casual slacks. When her hands moved up, mine moved around, under her shirt. She shivered from the chill yet in my hands.

When her arms went around my neck and I felt her pulling my head down to complete the kiss with her whole body, my hands moved to her ass, squeezing and massaging it as she plastered herself against me. When I pulled my lips from hers and moved to the side of her neck, she panted in my ear, "How, how was that?"

I kissed up to her ear and sucked there for a moment, till she shivered and squirmed. "Don't know. How was it?"

"Oh, good." She breathed as I kissed down her neck. Her body said she was into it but I needed to hear her say it.

I turned her around suddenly and fumbled at the buttons down the back of her blouse. She stood still as I unveiled her smooth, white back, flawless and strong. The blouse only unbuttoned half-way, needing to be pulled up to be removed. Instead, I slipped both hands onto her skin and smoothed them up and down her bare back.

"Uh." She whispered.

I bent into her, pushing the short sleeves of the blouse onto her upper arms and slipping my hands under her arms to clasp her breasts through the stout cups of her bra. "Mrs. Favors, I am going to fuck you but I have to know, do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes." She responded immediately. "Yes. No more talking, just do it already."

"That doesn't sound good." I withdrew my hands and stepped away from her. She turned immediately to look at me.

"What? What do you want from me?"

I smiled. "You, you want me to resist my natural inclination for revenge for being wronged and I want you to resist your natural resistance to enjoying sex with a man like me who is accepting it in trade. Which one, which resistance do you think is more difficult?"

"God, do you ever shut up? Can't you just take yes for an answer and fuck me?"

In answer, to give her the impression I was complying with her insistence, I took hold of the lower hem of her blouse and pulled it up her body. She grunted and lifted her arms. Her bra-covered breasts appeared, a light pink bra that blended nicely with her porcelain white skin. She had a small mole above her right breast and another out in the wilderness of her tummy. They pulled at the eyes, demanding I look at them. The slightest imperfections always demand attention.

She reached behind her back and her bra loosened. She straightened her arms and let it drift down them and thence to the floor. Her breasts appeared, beautiful, white, bulbous, waving and perfect. Lydia unbuttoned her slacks and skimmed them down the curve of her hips, off her thighs to her knees. She shuffled back to the bed, sat, and removed them. She stood, stripped her panties down her hips and then off, lifting one leg at a time to remove them. She stood before me naked.

"Well, how do you want me?"

I smiled and began to undress, shucking my coat onto the floor and unbuttoning my shirt. "Tell me Mrs. Favors, is there a position that allows you to come? One that makes you come more or easier or better than the others?" I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants.

Her eyes were on my hands as I lowered my pants. She shook her head then nodded. "Yes. I, like sex on my back. I, I like the feel of his weight on me. At least, at least at first."

I was nude. I gestured to the bed and she sat down and then pushed back onto it, stretching out her legs and laying down. Her eyes fixed on the ceiling and stayed there as I approached the bed.

I stopped. "Look at me." I whispered.

She did, reluctance in every aspect of her expression.

"Do you want to do this?" I asked.

For a moment she bit a lip but finally nodded.

"I want to hear you say it."

"Yes. Yes, I want you to fuck me. I want your hard cock shoved in my vagina. I want you pushing between my legs. I want you to suck my boobs while you fuck me and kiss me while you come. There! Is that what you wanted to hear?"

I nodded. "Perfect." I muttered and got between her legs, taking "yes" for an answer. The room was chilly and realizing that, I halted my proposed penetration of the woman to get us under the covers of the bed. I cuddled up against her body from the side, finding her wonderfully warm. I bent over her chest and sucked at her breast. I kissed around and around the nipple, finally sucking the squat little nub between my lips. I got no response at all. I pulled back and looked down at the woman.

"Don't you like that?"

"What I would like is for you to get this over with." She spoke with irritation but immediately understood her error. "I mean, I want your cock in me. Please, don't tease me any more."

She did not sound convincing. However, my cock agreed with her words and their meaning, regardless of what penetration meant to her at this point. For my cock, it meant the ultimate good and the rest of my body agreed with that assessment. I moved between her legs and felt one of her hands find my cock and direct it to the entrance of her body.

She did sigh as I pushed into her. She felt arid and stiff. I pulled back.

"You are not wet."

In response, she began to rub her pussy with her hand. I could feel the motion. Her body arched after a minute or two and she moaned.

"Ugh, there, happy? Now, please, put it in me."

Her hand found my cock again and she pulled it into to place. True to her word I could feel the oil. She was slick and when I applied pressure, she lifted one leg and groaned. My cock caught, slipped, caught and then the woman flowered under me and I dropped into her. She groaned loudly.

It felt fake but I didn't care.

I got hold of her hips and positioned us in the middle of the bed. I felt her go limp. I pulled her up onto my cock and dropped us both onto the bed, ramming into her. She grunted. Her legs lifted, making more room for me between them. I gripped her ass and pounded into her again. She did not make a sound. I found a soft rhythm and pulsed up and down between her legs. She became slick and then sloshed.

I slammed down into her and stopped.

"What's the matter? Did you come already?"

I heard the hope in her voice but ignored it. This was the moment I had been working for from the first moment I decided to fuck Lydia Favors weeks before.

I was panting and I had to catch my breath. I lay still, letting her pussy shift and twitch around my hard cock.

"Mrs. Favors," I began.

"Call me Lydia, why don't you. You are fucking me, after all."

She had a point but I did not want to concede so easily but I had no choice. I needed this moment to work, to alter how this all worked.

"Lydia, you, you said you'd do anything, right? Anything I wanted you to do?"

"Yes." She spoke quickly, not thinking about what she was saying.

I lifted my ass, withdrawing my cock slowly out of her now damp body. I pushed it back down into her. "I, I want you to think about what you are saying, Mrs. Favors. You have to think about it now. If you agree again, I, I will have to take you at your word and make you do something you don't want to do or shouldn't want to do."

"Shut up and fuck me!" She growled.

I held still, clamping my hands on her ass and squeezing her plush cheeks tightly in each hand. "No. You must know that I am going to demand something terrible, something you must agree to do without knowing what it is."

"Oh god, just fuck me."

I thought she was almost there, almost actually aroused by me being inside her but not quite.

"Lydia, this is not going to be over for a long time. There is a debt to pay and it will take time and effort on your part to pay it."

"I know. I know. I'll pay it, anything you want, just don't stop, uh, I mean don't hurt my son." She panted, her body finally beginning to dominant her. Clearly she had presumed she could manipulate this young man with her body and my insistence was rattling her.

"Okay." I began to fuck her. Below me, I finally felt her body relax and respond. I believed she presumed she had accomplished what she set out to do, use sex to protect her son. Perfect. Now to settle the matter.

I stopped moving.

"What? What's the matter, now, for fuck sake?"

I pulled my cock from her body.

"Oh no, don't. Don't stop." She whispered.

I got to my knees and climbed over her legs to stand beside the bed.

"Where are you going? What are you doing?" She cried, her voice now twanging with frustration. Sexual or personal, I don't know. I am sure she was rattled that she couldn't just open her legs and have me do whatever she wanted me to do. She was on the verge of realizing that her pussy did not buy everything she always thought it bought.

"Get up. Come with me."

"What are you going to do?"

"You said you would do anything. You are going to do what I want."

"What do you want?"

"If I want you to fuck in front of my friends, will you do that?"

Pause. Deep breath. "Yes."

"Come on then."

She sat up, her tits swaying with her breathing. "Its rude to get a girl excited and then quit in the middle."

"I'm a rude man but I'm not a thief. Stand up."

She did. I took one of her hands and led her into the hall. She wobbled but found her sea legs plenty quick.

"Are you really going to make me fuck while those people watch?"

"I am, yes." I stopped her at her son's door. "Not just them." I said, tipping my hand the slightest bit.

"Oh my god, no, not that."

"Stay right there." I whispered. I padded naked down to landing of the stairs. "You guys, come up her a minute. Right now. Quick."

I turned to find the red-haired woman staring at me, naked in every sense of the word. Now, finally, she realized that she neither knew her boundaries nor had she encountered them; not in her imagination and not in her reality. Both were about to get expanded.

"Oh god, please don't make me do this." She hissed. "You can't make me do this!"

Brent appeared on the stairs, then Annie and Sammy last. They crowded into the dim hall behind me. None of them spoke.

I opened the door to Sean's room.

"What the fuck!" Sean lay diagonally on his bed, naked. Well not entirely, he wore Laura on his cock. She was sucking him, lying between his legs, nursing his cock. "Jesus fuck! What the hell are you doing?" Sean squealed. It sounded real enough and I expected it was because I had hold of his naked mother's arm. I yanked her into the room, a full bag of reluctance.

"Oh god, no!" She keened.

"What the fuck are you doing, Sonny!" Sean growled.

Laura kept right on sucking. She was naked, and the only acknowledgment she made of us was to lift her ass and open her legs, twisting across Sean's leg to get both feet on the floor.

I understood her suggestion and thought it was a good one. I pulled Lydia against me. "You said anything. This is the start of anything and I swear it will end with everything. Get on your knees."

She was shaking now, her face a mask. "Oh please, don't make me, not with him watching."

She still had no idea. Her aversion blindness suspended her disbelief in the unlikely hope that it would suspend reality as well. She refused to countenance what was about to happen. Everyone else in the room knew but Lydia's mind had not yet assimilated the obvious truth.

I moved behind Laura. Her ass lifted. I fingered her and found her afloat. I positioned my cock and rammed it into her hard. She ground her ass back at me.

"Jesus, he's fucking her while she fucks that guy." Sammy growled. "I thought he'd kill her and him too." He clearly understood the game now and maybe he over did it. Sean sat up, disturbing Laura who came off my cock as she lost balance and fell to the side.

I turned to Lydia on her knees, my cock smeared with Laura and Sean, and dipped the blurry end to her lips. "Suck it. You said you could, show me. Show us. Show us all you can suck a cock."

She closed her eyes and licked the end of my cock. God, I was so hyped up I felt her tongue on the inside of my eyelids, behind my knees, between my toes. Then sure enough, she slid her lips down my shaft, sucking my cock fully into her mouth. The woman was committed now.

"Holy shit, Mom! What are you doing?" Sean stared down at his naked mother, my cock sawing in and out of her mouth. Laura laid on her side, staring at us. She had the fuck-drunk look, like her orgasms were not long past.

I pulled out of Lydia's mouth. Her eyes opened. I think she must of met her son's gaze because she clamped them shut again immediately with a great groan.

"Stand up." I said, my voice rasping again. I helped the woman from her knees. "Bend over, over the bed."

"My son, my son..." Lydia whispered as though he wouldn't hear him or notice she was naked in his room about to get fucked.

"I know. He'll have the best seat in the house."

She moved in a daze, her body obeying my simple instructions from slight touches. I bent her onto her hands on the bed, face to face with her son. Sean's eyes were the size of great fruit. His face had gone completely red, clear down to his belly button.