Extending the MILF List Ch. 10

"Oh please," Lydia wheezed but when my cock touched her between the legs, she dropped her head and closed her eyes. She shifted her feet and opened herself, arching her back that little bit that said, "hit me". I pushed into her body and she shook, jerking and grunting as my cock slid into her hot, slick interior.

"Holy shit, Mom, why are you fucking him like that?" Sean said. "He's fucking you right in my room. Goddamn, I am watching him stick his cock in you!"

For moment I thought he was jabbering for effect but when I looked at him, his eyes were fixed on his mother's body, the mop of red hair that covered her face and, I presumed, her swinging tits between her arms.

I hammered against her hips, bunching them between us. Now, now the woman was getting wet. I gripped her by the waist and fucked her hard, chasing my own orgasm. I was galloping off into the sunset when I came around and reined myself in. I pulled my cock out of the woman and made her straighten up.

I could not see if her eyes were open but I reached under her arms and cupped her breasts, far more than handfuls.

"Oh god." She whispered. "Oh god, Sean, I am so sorry!"

I pulled her back to my body. "Mrs. Favors, you said anything."

She nodded. "Yes, don't hurt him." She whispered still.

"I meant everything. Turn around."

"Oh god, what are you going to do now?" She asked but she turned.

When she faced me I bent till my face was right in front of hers, eye to eye. Her eyes twitched back and forth, I was so close.

"Mrs. Favors, I have a question. When I finally leave tonight, what is going to prevent you from calling the cops on me?"

"I won't, I promise. I won't!"

"How do I know that? How do I know your son won't?" I asked.

"I won't. Jesus, Sonny, I promise!"

I looked at Sean, feeling his mothers eyes on me as I straightened to look over her shoulder. "I gave you a free run at my blonde here and what did you do? You stole her and used her, when you knew she had no way to say no to you. Well, now, why would I trust anything either of you say or do? She let you. You did it. What is to be done?"

"Holy shit, this is going to be good." Brent muttered behind me. He had it figured out.

I moved my eyes to Lydia. "Mrs. Favors, the only way you keep quiet is if you fuck him." I said quietly.

"Oh no!" She cried and now her eyes were wide and again, she surprised me because there were no tears.

"Your are oiled up, wet as a cat's whisker, get up there and mount your son while we all watch. That should make great copy if you narc us out to the police."

For a moment, she just stared but then she shook her head. "I won't do that." She said in a steady voice.

I immediately looked at Sammy. "Get the bat." He didn't have it.

"If you are going to the cops anyway, I am going to break his hands and his legs, and your hands. Understand? You both stole from me, lied to me...it stops now." Sammy moved to the door.

She broke like a spring rain. "No. No, you're right, you're right. I, I never should have let him bring her here. I, we, oh god." She ground her teeth turned and in one smooth motion, crawled over her son's legs. Sean lay back, putting his legs together. Laura got off the bed, her eyes wide and blinking. Sean's face showed growing awareness, a mixture of his own complicity and genuine consternation at the situation, in line what what I was telling them, a story that utterly ignored his desire to have sex with his own mother. I also so the glint of lust and the shine of amazement that made me hard just because.

Lydia looked back at me. "Don't make me do this." She said, her voice a tight whine but dry, like ripping tin. "I can't. He's, he's my son!"

"Fuck." I said.

She took it the exact way I meant it. Her face crumpled. "What sort of monster are you? Making a woman fuck her own son?"

I shrugged. "I have to wonder why you haven't done it before. You didn't get really oiled up between legs till I brought you in here."

She glowered at me. "Isn't there anything...?"

I shook my head. "You call the police, we all tell the same story. You fucked your son. So you don't call the police unless you want to end up on DMZ. Woman fucks son to save life."

She shook her head. She looked at Sean, missing the eagerness that had been on his face moments before. She grasped his cock and bent over it and kissed it.

"Jesus. Did you tell her to do that, Sonny." Sean looked down her back at me, his voice a twist of tension, face to face with his reality.

She rose up, a smug look on her face, not shared by her son. "I, there is nothing you can make me do that I won't do." She said. She bent over and sucked his cock into her mouth.

"Ugh! Oh, goddamn!" Sean grunted. He leaned on his hands behind his back and dropped his head back as his mother sucked his cock. She moved her knees wide and popped her hips up. I understood and reached between them. Yes, she ran like a mountain spring. She slurped on his cock and sat up. She looked around at me, my finger inside her now flowing pussy. She shook her ass, unhitching my finger from inside her.

Lydia crouched over her son, reached between her legs and fit the tip of his cock against her pussy and pressed down.

"Oh my fucking gods of Olympus!" Sean screamed.

"Oh good god." Lydia groaned as her body opened and her son's cock slid up inside of her. She released her body and she dropped down on his hips. She sat on him and began to rock her hips. She tipped forward on him, planting her hands on his chest. Her breasts dangled over his upturned face.

Sean had grabbed his head but feeling her hands on his chest, opened his eyes and looked down his body at where it conjugated with his mother's. Lydia rolled her hips, grinding them together. Sean released his head, slowly and surely moved his hands towards his mother.

Her head was bent so I could not see her eyes, just the wash of her red hair over her neck and cheeks. Her head jerked and her hips slapped hard down on him when her son's hands found her tits. Sean mauled them, mashing and twisting them.

When he started to arch under her and grunt, I bent over the bed and grabbed her under the arms and dragged her off of him. I put an arm around her waist and held her up. When she could stand, I pulled her to the door. She staggered, like all of her bones had turned to rubber.

I looked at Laura. "You want to fuck him, now you can fuck him as you like. You'uns, downstairs." I moved Lydia into the hall. Brent grabbed Annie and dragged her towards the stairs.

Sammy closed the door, looking at me. "Jesus Christ, Sonny, now what?"

"I am going to fuck her and when I am done, you can have her, if you like. Maybe we'll do her together."

"Jesus Christ, you are a crazy motherfucker!"

I grinned. "Nope, that would be our new buddy, Sean. I am pretty sure he just fucked his mother and she..." I reached down between her legs and pushed a finger into her lush depths. "...I am pretty sure she liked that. More later. You have time?"

He nodded. Sammy was a smart guy and rarely struggled like I did to keep up. "I am good. Maybe Annie will take off the edge. Mrs. Favors, I look forward to an invitation to do you."

I shook Lydia. She was like a rag doll. "He wants an invitation." I hissed.

Lydia's head came up. "Oh, yes, please fuck me." She whispered.

She and I staggered down the hall. I closed the door behind us and released her. She wobbled and staggered to the bed, bending over it and then turning to sit down. Her head came up. Her once sharp eyes were dulled.

"What have I done?" She whispered.

"You fucked your son." I said with as little relish as I could manage. I wanted to add, "like he wanted" but left that out. Sean would have to manage his part in this little drama, another time perhaps.

Lydia was shaking her head. "No, not that. God, I, when I did it, I felt, I felt so excited, so thrilled, so, god, so fucking sexual!" She looked up at me now. "Goddamn you, I liked it. I, I want to do it again, some more!"

I was on her like stink on shit. I bowled her over, turning and pinning her onto her face. I dragged her plush body more fully onto the bed, got down between her legs and entered her. She arched her hips to allow access and shivered as I sank deeply into her.

"Oh god, that feels good!" She growled. "Fuck me, Sonny. I, I have to do this so, so by god I will enjoy it."

I hammered at her from behind for several minutes. She just grunted as I thrust into her.

I fit my cock into her and pushed, slipping easily into her body. She rolled her ass up to receive me.

"Oh Christ, that feels good. I, I am so hot." She gasped, face turned on the bed.

I pulled back and eased into her again till her ass bunched between us, a perfect cushion. I pulled back and eased into her again.

Lydia popped her ass up at me several times while I was suspended over her, still and unmoving.

"God, fuck me, already." She hissed. "You get me hot and ready and don't even let me finish with my son...!"

I interrupted her while I lowered my cock back into her. "You wanted him to cum in you?" I asked.

For a moment she chewed that over and then I felt the bed move. Realizing I did not get her head nodding, she grunted, "Yes. Damn you, I, I wanted to feel him come. I, I admit it. I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck up in me and spill over and fill me up with cum. Oh Christ, how could I want that?"

I pulled back and fed her my cock more quickly. "I don't know. What do you think it means."

"Uh," she groaned, "I, I am aroused by the idea of, of, of having sex with my own son." She mumbled. "Oh god, what have I done?"

"Did you like it." I asked pulling back faster and banging against her ass more firmly.

Lydia Favors grunted. "Uh, oh, fuck, yes, yes, I did. God, the feeling of mounting my own son! God, I, I cannot forget that. Jesus god I want it again!"

I increased my tempo and my force, slamming against her fabulous ass.

"Oh god, finally. Fuck me, fuck me hard."

I began to ram her as hard as I could till she had to move her arms above her head and push against me to keep from rapping her noggin on the headboard.

Finally, I pulled out of her. Her ass bunched under me provided a luxurious cushion but I wanted a better feeling. I wanted between her legs again. I rolled her onto her back. She looked at me, watching me as I got between her legs. I sat back on my heels for a moment.

"You going to fuck him after I leave, if he can I mean?"

She glared at me. "Just shut up and do it, already."

Still pissy after all my solicitation. I got on all fours over her body, my hard dick tracing wet tracks on her abdomen and though her silken fine, red cunt hair. I sucked on one breast and then marked the inner slope. Her body writhed beneath me. I moved to the other breast and when I fastened my sucking lips to her pliable flesh, one of her hands rose up to the back of my head and twiddled with the hair at my neck. I lifted up and looked into her eyes.

"Mrs. Favors, I know this is difficult but I will leave if you insist, right now. I'll take my people and go."

Her head shook before she spoke. She said, "but if you do, you'll hurt my son."

I shrugged, not agreeing but not denying. "If I don't you'll fuck him, right? Tell me, if I leave now, and its just you and him in this house, what will you do? I mean ya'll, as they say where it rarely snows."

Her eyes closed. When she opened them they burned. Her mouth worked but then she tried again, a hand moving to my very hard dangling cock. "Just put it in me." She mewled, using a voice she had not tried before.

I resisted her. "What will ya'll do, once I'm gone?" I pressed.

She closed her eyes and then opened them again. "We'll have sex." She whispered. "God, you know we will, why make me say it?"

I let her guide me to her cunt. I sank into her, her body boiling around me, surging and rippling as though her flesh was trying to envelop me. Once I lay fully on her, my weight on my elbows and balanced on my pubic bone on hers, I kissed her on the mouth.

Her response was coiled passion. The kiss flamed between us and her hands grasped me, pulling and lifting me with her plush hips. I broke the kiss and nibbled around her jawline to her ear. "I want you to say it." I whispered.

"Yes, I want to fuck my son."

I shook my head, a minimal motion.

Lydia snorted. "What? God, what are you talking about now?"

I whispered, "Mrs. Favors, Mrs. Favors, Mrs. Favors, I want you to thank me for making it possible to have what you clearly so desperately wanted."

"What is that?" She hissed. "This? Thank you for your cock!"

She was a clever one but so am I. "No, my dear Lydia, thank me for arranging for you to feel your son's cock sliding up into you."

She moaned, loud and long. I rose up and began to slow fuck her. Her head wagged back and forth but I could not tell what motivated the movements. I wanted credit but only if credit was due.

"Mrs. Favors, I am waiting." I stopped at the top of a cycle, my cock poised at the entrance to her pussy.

She lifted her hips a couple times but could only manage to swallow part of my cock with her nether lips. Finally she lay back, closed her eyes and then looked at me. "Mr. Duncan, no, no, Sonny, listen, I, I have never been this aroused before. I haven't. I, I understand it, its because I mounted my son, I fucked my son...!" Her eyes closed and opened again. "Yes, I liked it and yes, I am going to do it again." Here she smiled, like someone I could not hear told a joke. "It will be all his idea, though." She whispered. "I won't ever fuck him but I'll let him fuck me. I will. Is that what you want to hear?"

"No." I said and slid my cock into her again. Her hips rose the last few inches to kiss my balls with her enveloping pussy.

"Jesus H. Fucknuts! What do you want me to say?"

"Tell the truth." I said reasonably, pulling out of her again but suddenly ramming hard into her. Her eyes clinched and for a moment I thought I had precipitated an orgasm. She calmed herself with three or four great breaths, rattling as though she were breathing around my cock.

"The truth? That I liked the feeling of my son's hard cock sliding up into my body? Is that the truth you want?"

"The truth?"

She closed her eyes and lay still. "Oh, oh yes." She opened her eyes and grinned. "You want me to ask you to tell me to fuck my son."

I nodded. "Yes." I nodded. "The first thing you must do, Mrs. Favors, is fuck your son. You must beg him to fuck you. You sleep with him and when he wants you, you fuck him and if he is sleeping and you are awake, suck him and fuck him if he responds. I want him to feel the heat of your desire for him."

She snorted. "Shit, that will be easy." Her eyes went wide. "Oh my god! What has happened to me."

"You owe me now, Lydia. And when I call, when I want you, when I offer you to someone, you will feel the need to please them and to be pleased."

She shivered.

My cock began to pump in and out of her. Her eye lashes fluttered and then she grimaced. "Oh, oh, god, god, god, I am so high, right now. I'll do anything you want. I swear it by my son's cock. I'll do it all, everything and yes, yes, yes, I'll fucking love it!" She screamed the last, not just because I was suddenly pummeling her body, ramming my cock between her legs as fast and as hard as I could.

Lydia Favors screamed with ecstasy.

"Oh fuck, your cock, your cock." She cried, her voice now tense with passion. "Oh god, I think I might come. I, an orgasm is, is, uh, uh, uh!" She bucked under me, the climax flashed through her and was gone. She lay panting while I pumped up and down between her legs, slick with her quick climax. She lifted her legs and locked them around me, pulling me down into her body.

"Sonny, now you have me, what are you going to do with me?"

I kissed the side of her jaw. "What would you like me to do with you?"

She closed her eyes. "Mary forgive, I want to fuck my son."

"What a sweet thing to say!" I muttered. I slammed down into her. "Mrs. Favors, after I leave tonight, you can fuck him as much as you want." I stopped. "No. No, you must fuck him as much as you want."

The woman shivered and swore. "Oh son of a bitch!" She bucked under me, a new orgasm attacking her. Suddenly, though, she stiffened. "Oh no! Oh god, no!" Lydia Favors moaned.

For a moment, I could not understand her but then I heard it too, a muffled voice growing louder and more distinct.

"Mother! Mother! Mother!" The sound came to us through the door. I expected Lydia to explode, fighting to get off the bed. Instead, she just groaned and dropped her bare legs out like wings onto the bed. She lay under me, utterly lax, well, except for a slight pulsing detectable in her hips, meeting my thrusts into her body.

"Mother! What the hell are these strangers doing in our house! What the...!" The door opened and a broad swathe of light felt across my back, across Lydia's tits and splayed legs.

"Oh my god, Mother, what are you doing!"

Lydia lifted her head. "I am fucking, Quill. Don't you wish you would have knocked first?"

I thought that was an odd thing to say. I was sure I'd heard knocking. However, I knew the girl was going to scream. I was up and at her before she could, pulling her into the room and slamming the door hard. She twisted away from me but left her back to me. I grabbed her from behind, hard, wrapping her arms with one of mine. I found her slight and light, bearing her forward onto the bed, right over her mother's middle.

For a moment, the young woman struggled and wiggled but her face, turned toward the head of the bed, came right against her mother's proud breasts. She went still.

"Quilla, dear, calm down."

I felt the woman in my grasp lift her head. "Calm down? A naked man has me, me, he was just fucking you and now, now..."

I wondered what she was going to say. Instead of waiting, I dragged her over to the closet and opened it. I found a bathrobe and pulled its sash loose. I tied her arms behind her. The room was dark but the closet had a light that came on when you opened the door. I found a long filmy blouse and tied it around Quilla's mouth. She struggled but then relaxed. I directed her over to the bed.

Quilla lay on her side looking at us, eyes flicking back and forth between us.

"Now what are you going to do, Sonny?" Lydia asked, actual amusement in her voice.

I shook my head. Shit, I hadn't counted on this happening this way. I had figured that Quilla would catch Mommy and Sean and Sean would have to do the honors.

"I think you should fuck her." Lydia said. "Now. I'll hold her."

I've heard of the Stockholm syndrome but shit I hadn't been here for more than a few hours. You'd think it would take longer. The woman had adjusted fucking fast!

Lydia Favors sat up beside her bound daughter and rolled her awkwardly onto her back, onto her tied arms. I'd tied them at the elbows and then used a silk tie around her middle to secure her wrists. Lydia leaned over the girl and got eye to eye with her, dangling her mammoth breasts against her daughter.

"See, young lady, this is what you get for calling me a stupid whore, for insisting that I knew nothing about sex and that I just wanted to run your life. You have bitched and moaned and cursed me and demanded independence while living right here in the house I pay for, for you and you don't pay a dime for, and never once have you said thank you. No, this time you have to shut the fuck up and listen. You go crying to Daddy and he gives you whatever you want and you both blame me for everything. Well, guess what my dear daughter, now you can fucking blame me for this."