Extending the MILF List Ch. 10

She looked at me. "You know what we have to do. She'll, she'll squeal. I know she will." She nodded. "You have to do it to her too!"

This was happening way too fast. I fixed on just one of the things she said.

"Hold her. Lets see if she knows anything about sex."

Quilla struggled, then, hard. Between her mother and I, we got her turned so her ass was on the edge of the bed. Lydia looked disappointed when I got down beside her legs. Quilla wore a long midi skirt, flannel and long, lace-up boots to her knees. I left the boots in place. I lifted the skirt and ran my hands up Quilla's legs.

Quilla struggled rocking on her arms bound behind her. Lydia had little trouble holding her down. Her legs were sheathed in nylon for warmth. "Scissors?" I asked. I didn't want to take off her boots, dangerous as that might be to leave them on, since they had nice, high heels. The brushed leather felt good on my bare skin.

I held Quilla by the hips while her mother rolled off the bed and got scissors from her dresser. She handed them to me and renewed her hold on her daughter. "I want you to fuck her, Sonny." She hissed. "She has been a bitch to me for ten years ever since the divorce and now, I am done taking it! My fucking ex-husband was boning the neighbor lady and little Miss Bitchy Pants here still blames me, even after her father admitted to what I caught him doing. She has been a bitch to me and I am sick of it. I want you to fuck her and then fuck me and see which one of us has the better pussy!"

Oh shit, I thought, this woman has gone right around the bend. I shook my head, thinking of my sister. Redheads!

I got back under Quilla's skirt and ran my hands up her legs, being sure that she felt the cold metal of the scissors on her skin. She started shaking but otherwise laid still at least not struggling to dislodge the man under her bonnet. I pulled her pantyhose and briefs down to her thighs and then simply cut them apart. She groaned as she felt the scissors between her legs. I stripped the shredded hosed down to her knees.

"Now, fuck her!" Lydia rasped.

Instead, I knelt between the woman's legs. She shook still not struggling.

"What are you doing, Sonny?" Lydia asked.

"I am going to have a taste."

"No, fuck her. Put your cock in her and then in me. See who you like the best! I've already fucked..." she stumbled but then finished innocuously, "...you once so it won't matter if you fuck me again."

Quilla jerked but Lydia held her down by the shoulders.

I ducked under the long skirt. Everything went dark. All I had were the two long paths of smooth skin leading to pussy on either side of my head. I held her by the knees and moved up between her legs. She strained to escape my hold but couldn't. She struggled hard for a long time. I had to just sit and hold her legs open, waiting for her to tire. I looped my arms around her thighs and waited, feeling the young woman thrashing, weakening.

After a few minutes, Quilla was panting and blowing, the sound muffled by her thick skirt over my head. I relaxed my hold on her legs and moved both hands up to her pussy. She felt me approach and went completely still. When I finally got to her crotch, I found her completely bare and swampy wet. I ran a finger down her furrow. It was like breaking the skin on a peach, succulent and juicy. I thrust a finger down into her and she moaned, more of a feeling emanating from her abdomen than actual sound that I heard.

Her hips lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, fucking the fresh air. Well, it wasn't so fresh now, under her skirt it smelled of aroused woman. I bent forward and sought her pussy with my tongue. When we connected, Quilla jumped, her whole body levitated off the bed. I fit my mouth over the crease in her body and sucked at her thick lips. She bucked against me, fighting me, not with will but with simple reaction.

"Uh, uh, uh!" Quilla panted, her voice penetrating gag and skirt both. I licked deep through her pussy lips, swiping a gout of liquid out of the folds. She glugged and bucked. I found her clit and sucked on it, torturing it with my lips and tongue. She went completely still, panting beyond the darkness around me. The world pulsed for me.

I ate her and she screamed into the blouse tied around her mouth. Her body pulsed under me while I sucked and stabbed my tongue into her body, alternately. She shook and bucked and quaked. I licked her deep and then followed her reaction into her body, flicking through the folds of her pussy and probing her with my tongue. She grunted and her hips whacked at my face. I reached around her legs and grabbed her ass. Quilla shifted and then pressed her pussy against my mouth, grinding her hips up at me, seeking the right pressure on her clit. I stabbed my tongue into her and reached around with a finger and thrummed her clit. She screamed again.

This woman came to orgasm by invitation only. It seemed to be just under the surface.

Then I heard her voice.

"Oh, god, oh god, mother, he's, he's eating me. I came, I came when, when, with uh, uh, uh!" Another wave of ecstasy rumbled over her. "I came when, with his tongue in me. I, god I felt him on the back of my throat. I, I can feel his cock in my mouth, on my tongue. Oh, god mother..." Something was happening I could not see but at that moment, I guessed that Lydia was kissing her daughter. I resumed eating her.

In moments, Quilla thrashed into an extended orgasm, her mouth covered by something because her groans and grunts sounded muted and muffled. Her hips ground up at me, tracking my tongue, seeking to pull it into her once more. I licked gently at her little clit and she bucked. Over and over she came, like she ran with it, like she gushed with orgasm and her inner reservoir had been tapped. I hadn't even entered her yet.

I escaped the twitching closeness of her legs and pushed her skirt up her torso. Sure enough, Lydia was kissing her daughter, holding her in her lap and kissing her on the mouth, smothering her with her great breasts. Lydia's hand knotted in her daughter's red hair and the other hand mashed her tits, massaging them through blouse and bra. Quilla kissed her mother desperately, panting and heaving in her clutches.

I pushed Quilla more onto the bed, turning her so she laid beside her mother. Lydia continued to kiss the young woman. She only looked up when I got between her legs. Quilla lifted her hips, inviting penetration. I accepted, placing my cock against the bare folds of her pussy and sought her entrance. She shifted, adjusted and lifted her hips, enveloping my cock in her hot goodness.

"Oh my god!" I groaned.

Quilla responded by rising up under me. My cock clicked down into her till I rested on her, pubic bone to pubic bone.

"Oh god, mother, he's, he's inside me!" She whimpered. "I, god, I so love cock. Why, why now!"

Lydia looked at me, her daughter's head cradled in one arm, on her bent, naked knee. "Aren't you going to kiss her?" She whispered. "You know, to see if she knows how?" Her voice mocked someone but I was unsure that it was me.

With my cock firmly planted inside of her, I bent over Quilla, her skirt bunched between us, her arms bound, her breasts shaking. I leaned over her in the milky gloom and found her eyes on me. I kissed her on the lips and found the fire I had last tasted on her mother's lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue assaulted me probing and stretching, touching the sensitive corners of my mouth.

Quilla puffed as we kissed. Her body strained and shifted, her pussy tightened around my cock. I broke the kiss and she gasped, panting. Her hips bounded off the bed, hammering her pussy onto my cock.

I lifted up and looked up her mostly covered body. I searched for buttons and hooks till I got the skirt loose and unwrapped. I found her bra, pushed the blouse up to her shoulders and unhooked the bra. I sucked at her breast and she sighed.

"Oh god, a man's mouth on my boob and my mother's tits in my face!"

It finally dawned on me that something had happened utterly independent of but in concert with my actions. I pulled out of her and stood up.

Quilla struggled to sit up. "Untie me and we'll both fuck you. God, I don't know how you did it but I have had a dozen boyfriends who all wanted to get me into bed with my mother and she acted like I was giving way both of her kidneys. Now you do her and her I am!"

There, now I understood.

Lydia was terribly silent. If I understood correctly, she had been resisting this for years and finally, finally she was in a bed with her daughter!

Jesus Buckets, I had to make something of that, didn't I? "What? Mrs. Favors, what is she saying?"

Lydia lifted her head and looked through her mop of hair, gone dark in the gloom.

"Do my ears deceived me?" No response. "Mrs. Favors?"

"No."

"No what?"

"No, your ears don't deceive you."

"Oh? And?"

Lydia Favors let her daughter flop back onto the bed and scooted up till she could lean on the headboard. She folded her arms under her impressive tits. "Several of the young men Quilla has brought home, they, uh, they took passes at me." Had the light been better, I surely would have seen the woman blushing.

"Passes? What sort of passes? Did they say that dress made your ass look big?"

She snorted. "No, no. They, well," she looked down at Quilla, "they kissed me. Several, several of them put their hand on my boob and squeezed it and wouldn't let go."

"Did you like that?"

"Hell no! What sort of woman likes having the men her daughter brings home kissing her?"

"I don't know. You tell me." I thought of Becky Kline and it seemed like a question worth answering, I must have some data to work with, it seems.

"I didn't like it and I told them so. All of them."

"Till now." Quilla chirped. Jesus, the runny bitch sounded happy.

"Is that all?"

Lydia lifted her head again and sat forward, scooting her ass back up the bed. "Jesus on the beach, you never leave a girl alone, do you?"

"Is that all?"

Lydia shook her head. "You know it isn't."

"Well?"

"Well, well, well one got his hand down my slacks, between my legs." She hesitated and grunted. "Oh what's the fucking use. He stuck his finger in me and found I was, I was wet. He, he said that if I didn't, didn't suck his cock, he'd tell Quilla he'd gotten me hot. He, he was the one that told me she had told all the men she dated that she'd sleep with any one of them if they got her mother into bed. I asked him if a blow job qualified and he said it would be our little secret."

"Jesus, Mom, did you blow him?"

"I did. I sucked him till he was blowing sand. He told me he'd never had a better blow job."

"Jesus!" Quilla growled. "Who?"

"Luke." Lydia mumbled.

"Holy fucked up sandals, Luke Pintouhsky!" Quilla laughed so hard she started coughing.

When the coughing jag passed, she twisted around to look at her mother. "The metrosexual? God, why would you blow him?"

Lydia half smiled, shrugging her shoulders, her arms still folded under her bare tits. "I'd have fucked him if he had asked but the blow job distracted him."

Quilla snickered. "Yeah, he has the attention span of a grasshopper on the highway. He is shallow."

"Shallow but pretty." Lydia said, smiling broader when her daughter turned away. "He is almost as pretty as his mother and sister." She chortled.

My god, my ears pricked up. I bet I looked like Spock, Mister not Doctor.

Quilla laughed, surprisingly relaxed in her present condition, bound and fucked on her naked mother's bed. "Yeah, shallow and pretty, that's Luke."

"Why didn't you ever bring him back?"

"He never said you blew him. I'd have fucked him if I'd known that."

"You still can." Lydia grumbled. "But now you have to share."

I cleared my throat, feeling like I was a bug on the wall, or the windshield, one. "Mrs. Favors, aren't you forgetting something?"

She looked at me. "Oh, right. You're going to fuck her. You already fucked her though."

I shook my head. "Fine. You forgot. We have to do what you did."

Lydia came back from her blow job dreams and caught up. "Oh, oh yes."

I shook my head. "I am going to fuck you both and see who has the better pussy, remember?" She caught all the way up. "Help me get her clothing off." I said.

We untied her and she went limp while we stripped her of the remains of her clothing. Together we got all but Quilla's boots off.

I told them both to lie down side by side. Quilla lay still, waiting while her mother shifted down beside her. I crawled under the covers between Quilla's legs. She gasped and helped me find her entrance. I pierced her with my hard cock. I made to lie down and found Lydia's head over one breast. I stayed over her and fucked her daughter, ramming down into her hard while her mother sucked noisily on her tit, just the near one. Quilla put one hand to the other breast and squeezed and massaged it.

Holy fuck! I thought. Another mother and daughter. I realized I had been planning on this but now that it was here, I took a little time to be amazed. It felt good! Quilla was in the bed with her boots on. She kept trying to wrap her legs around me but got those tall heels hooked and tangled in the sheets.

The next time she stretched out straight, I lifted out of her and pushed her mother away from her daughter's tit. Lydia rolled onto her back easily and willingly. I knee-walked between her legs and felt her hands seeking me. In moments she had me positioned between her legs, my cock hooked in the entrance to her pussy.

"Fuck me, Sonny." She said loudly. "Ram your cock into me!"

I did. Lydia groaned and bucked under me. I lay down on her, stretching between her legs while she raised and lowered her hips under me. I put my head down beside her face. She turned it and kissed me on the cheek and then twisted further to kiss my ear.

"You know what has to be done." She whispered. "You know. You have to do it to her too!" Lydia's voice strained with urgency.

I gripped her hips and ground into her, thrusting into her hard and fast.

"Me. Now me." Quilla whispered.

I changed mounts. I felt like the pony express. Quilla's hands caressed my body as I ground into her. Then back into her mother. And back again. Back and forth from mother to daughter, over and over again, filling each with cock over and over again till I felt my orgasm arrive. I quickly moved from Quilla to Lydia and hammered her to the bed. The climax broke over me and left me gasping and jerking on her, pumping cum into the mother while her daughter kissed and caressed my back.

Finally I lay still, panting and breathless but done, poured into the woman under me.

"Do her now." Lydia insisted.

"Do what, mother?" Quilla asked.

"Sonny, now. I want to see it!" Lydia hissed.

Slowly my senses returned and I lifted up, pulling my cock out of Lydia with a soft pop. I looked down at Lydia. Her eyes glittered in the gray darkness, only light from the streetlights relieved the gloom.

"You have to do it." Lydia said.

"I don't."

"You do."

"No." I said, "You do."

"What the fuck are you two talking about?" Quilla growled. "Jesus, I'm right here. Talk like I don't exist, why don'tcha?"

"Me?" Lydia mumbled. "Why me?"

"Because you want to and you know you have to share, if you get to, now."

"You do it." Lydia muttered. "I'll, I'll owe you. And yes, I know what that means."

I chuckled and kissed her. "My dear, you have no idea but it will be my pleasure and yours to fill you in."

She snorted. "You have a fucking way with words, Sonny Duncan."

"Jesus Christ, is that Sonny Duncan?" Quilla exclaimed. "I heard, I heard, oh shit."

I turned to the young woman. "What did you hear?"

"I heard, I heard you, you are dating D. Debra Hamilton."

I grinned. "If you want to call it that."

"That bitch is crazy from what I hear."

Small world, I thought. I had to be cautious.

I moved off the bed.

"What, mother? What is he going to do now?"

"Quilla, oh my lovely daughter, just do what he asks, what he tells you to do."

"Come with me." I growled, trying to make my voice menacing.

Quilla laughed. "I think I just did."

So much for menacing. "Get up." I clarified. She did and I led her in nothing but her boots out into the hall.

"Where are we going?"

"I need reinforcements." I muttered, leaving her leaning on the wall. Her mother appeared behind her and mother and daughter engaged in a soul kiss that I felt on my cock. I trotted to the stairs and listened. Yes, someone was being fucked. "Hey you guys, come up again."

I walked slowly back to Quilla. Quilla's eyes got huge when I opened the door to her brother's room.

"What are you doing?" She asked, wonder and fright in her tone.

On the bed, Sean roused from sleep, Laura's nude body hugged him from the other side. His long cock lay, lank and loose on her abdomen. Lydia had pushed Quilla before her into the room. Quilla was speechless.

"Jeez, Mom, what's wrong with his cock?"

"Don't say that, dear, there is nothing wrong with it, it just looks different but I can tell you..."

I cut her off. "Better to demonstrate." I growled.

Behind us Brent and Annie appeared. Annie looked like she had dressed in a whirl wind. Her blouse was open, showing her gorgeous tits. Her skirt was twisted side ways and her stockings were shredded around her calves.

"Laura, come here." I said softly.

Laura opened her eyes and smiled a beatific smile and got off the far side of the bed and came around to stand with the rest of us. I turned to Quilla.

"You need to see this." I said, looking at Lydia. "You asked. Now. Suck him and fuck him like you wanted."

"Oh sweet mother of god!" Quilla hissed. She watched, stiff and confused as her mother, completely naked, bent over her brother, lifted his cock with one hand and began to lick and suck it. Over and over Lydia slurped the misshapen end between her rich lips. Sean lay back on his elbows watching his mother suck his cock. His eyes kept flicking to his nearly naked sister, as though expecting her to explode or something.

Gradually, he concentrated on his mother and his cock got hard. Lydia began to take it deeper and deeper into her mouth until she had it half covered. She pulled off of him, licking and smacking her lips around the odd cock head. She looked up the naked body under her at Sean.

Sean had his eyes fixed on his mother.

"Sean, my son, ask me to fuck you." She said the words distinctly and clearly but Quilla shook her head like she didn't hear properly.

"What did she just say?" Quilla whispered, her voice astonished.

"I think she wants him to tell her to fuck him." I muttered.

"Oh." Quilla turned and looked up at me, seemingly unconscious of being nude before her equally nude brother. "Okay, okay, what did you do with my mother! Where'd she go? Who is this bitch?"

Lydia did not respond, may not have heard. She lowered her lips and sucked on Sean's cockhead and was taking more and more of it into her mouth when Sean groaned.

"God, mother, fuck me. Fuck me!" His voice ran up the register like he had been waiting all his life to say it. No wonder if he had.

The woman pulled her mouth off of her son's cock and rocked onto one knee and began the awkward knee walk up his body till she straddled his hips and his cock bumped idly against her pussy.

"Say it again." Lydia said. She turned to look at her daughter. "Watch closely, Quill and you will see a real, live motherfucker. Isn't that what you call him all the time? Be careful what you wish for." Lydia turned away from her agape daughter, positioned Sean's creaking hard cock and sank down on it clear to the gunnels.