Extending the MILF List Ch. 08

"Fuck me while I eat her." Lovely whispered. "Oh fuck me, I, I have dreamed of that. My mouth on another woman while a man is behind me. Oh god, yes, I want to eat her, let me eat Mrs. Honeywell!"

"Oh Lovely, no!" Becky whispered. "Not that. Then, then I'll have to do it too." She was making up new rules but I figured I could live with them. So far.

I helped Alissa to her feet. She started to move towards the table but I stopped her. First, I pulled her close, tipped up her face and kissed her. Her mouth opened immediately and her hands grappled at my shoulders pulling at me while her tongue met mine and thrust into my mouth.

I broke the kiss. Lovely stood watching us, stark naked. The room, curiously had gotten quite warm but even so, Lovely's impressive tits sported two very hard, very erect nipples. Her lank hair dangled over her chest, covering them with the same effectiveness as a tissue when a hippo sneezes. She had a drunk look in her eyes.

I separated from Alissa and she struggled to her feet, fuck dizzy. Once more she moved towards the table. Apparently the offer to have a woman eat her had captured her imagination. I held her though. She looked askance at me. I opened the lapels of her business jacket. She understood immediately. She shrugged it loose, letting it drop on the floor.

My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned her silk blouse, down the slope of her breasts, over the crest, into their shadow and down her belly. Open, I skimmed it off her shoulders. I reached around her for the clasp on her bra and she hugged me, pressing her tits against me. I finally got the bra loose, pushed her back and removed it. I pulled her skirt down her hips. The elastic waist band kept it tight on her arching thighs as I pulled it off her throbbing body. It dropped around her ankles and she stepped out of it. Alissa was naked too.

When she moved towards the table this time, I let her go.

"Oh god, no. Don't do this, Lovely." Becky whispered without conviction, panting around each word as though releasing them was an effort, accomplished against some contrary will convulsing inside of her.

I glanced at Wilfred. That fucker was quiet as an empty house but his face was red clear up into the wisps of hair on his head.

I stepped towards Lovely, nude Lovely and extended a hand. She touched mine with hers and I pulled her forwards. She seemed to fall, her steps were halting, each step seeming too come too late. That made her tits jiggle and I was immediately mesmerized. I let her stumble against me, her naked body coating me like jam on bread. She flowed against me and when I kissed her, one of her hands sought and found my cock bent up between us. She held it while I kissed her gently on the lips. Her hand tightened suddenly and her mouth opened. Her tongue flashed against my lips and was gone. She twisted out of the kiss.

"In me. Put it in me." She whispered.

"Lovely, no. No, don't." Becky Kline stood up. "I'll do it. I will." She moved around the table, stopping beside us. "Please, honey, don't do this. This, I should. I must. Not you."

Lovely regarded her for a moment, looked at me with a soft smile. She nodded to her mother but instead of retreating, moved between us, behind her mother. Becky flinched hard when her daughter put her hands on her ass. The airy looked turned a fierce expression no the girl's face when she placed her hands on her mother's ass. "Your ass is amazing, mommy. I want to see him fuck you too." Her voice was dreamy, the eyes were not.

Becky's eyes were wide. Her brown hair had been pinned up stylishly and a strand picked that precise moment to release and fall down over her forehead. She did not notice but it gave her a look of desperation.

Lovely's hands massaged her mother's ass, moving over the slope of it and pushing at it. Christ, I was jealous. Becky turned her head but then stilled, closing her eyes. Her daughter continued to massage her ass. "So strong. So soft. So firm. So perfect." She cooed.

Outsized was more like it but if Lovely thought it was perfect, I was never going to argue. I certainly saw the attraction, more cushion for the pushin'.

Becky was bitting her lips, showing her teeth, her face grimacing while her daughter's long, spindly hands explored her ass. "Oh Lovely, stop. Please." Becky whispered, her voice rasping and husking with her inner struggle.

Lovely stopped. She removed her hands from her mother's ass, one at a time, like she was unsticking them. She moved them to the zipper at the neck of the tight blue dress. She pulled it down. The movement was fluid and gentle but it seemed sudden and abrupt somehow, like suddenly she wanted to see her mother nude, undraped like a work of art.

"Jesus and Mary, she's undressing her own mother." Portia's amazed voice broke the humid silence.

The sound seemed to shock Becky out of her trance. "No, honey. No. You mustn't." She turned, for her dimensions, the motion was surprising swift. I saw as she turned that her dress had been unzipped down to her waist, forming a V of white in the field of blue, part skin at the shoulders and the rest a ribbed corset. Her back was lean and taut, sheathed by the dress like an outer layer of skin. Clearly she had trained to the corset for many years and the results were stupendous. She faced her daughter. "No, Lovely. I will. I will. Yes, I will have sex with him. You don't need to."

I thought of correcting that little inaccuracy but it caught in my throat. I could not speak because Lovely's hands were drifting upwards, towards her mother's tits. For a moment, I thought sure the little minx would palm her mother's breasts through the rumpled dress and bra. God, I wanted her to. Hell, I wanted to! Becky watched them approach as though they were twin cobras, weaving in front of her. Then Lovely went still.

I thought the moment was over but Lovely moved her hands higher. She clasped her mother's face, a hand on each cheek. For a moment I thought the girl was going to kiss her mother on the mouth. I think Becky thought so too because she licked her lips, as though in preparation, eyes twitching back and forth.

Lovely had other plans. Her hands, I noticed them now and they seemed abnormally large for a such a slight woman, slight but for her tits. Her hands seemed in proportion to her tits but out of proportion to everything else about her, just like her breasts. She had her mother's breasts, it seemed. The rest of her, small in size, must have come from her genetic paternal donor.

Those large hands grasped the neck line of Becky's tight blue dress and pulled, trailing her fingers along that edge clear to her mother's shoulders. Then with no hesitation, she pulled at the dress.

As if by magic, Becky's arms extended past her daughter's nude body, avoiding contact. Her dress crinkled as the sleeves bunched on her arms. Lovely peeled it off of her mother's body, pulling at it till both her hands were at Becky's wrists. Becky gasped hard when her daughter took hold of each sleeve and pulled the dress over each hand. It draped down from Becky's waist, held in place by her ass and hips.

The mighty bra cups covered her tits. They were part of a corset, strapped across her middle, fitting the trained, lean shape of her ribs surrounded by the exaggerated curves of the rest of her body. Lovely found the catches on the front of it and slowly but surely loosened it. Becky panted heavily. When the last, top catch released, her great tits appeared, wavering against the stiff fabric of the corset.

For a moment Lovely's hands hesitated, like, like she wanted to touch her mother's great breasts.

She stared down at her mother's bare breasts for some time but finally shook her head, a slight twitch maybe only I could see. The rest of the room was completely still, empty of sound, movement, everything.

"Suck him, mother. I want to taste Mrs. Honeywell. Then, then put him inside of me, while, while I am eating Mrs. Honeywell. Will, will you do that for me, mommy?"

Lovely's breathless voice whisked around us.

Becky seemed utterly helpless. Her eyes were wide. I moved just a bit to better see her face and I just knew she was aching to be touched.

"Touch her." I said.

Becky's head clicked around, pointing her dazed eyes in my direction.

I realized I had not been very specific, the very meaning of elegant ambiguity. Becky shivered, a great shift rattling through her body. Her tits quivered enticingly. If Lovely actually liked girls, I had no idea how she resisted. Becky, however, did not, resist, I mean. One hand rose and then hesitated, turned palm up just below Lovely's dangling breast.

When the hand touched the girl, I think everyone in the room exhaled.

"Oh god." Becky hissed as her hand took more and more of the weight of her daughter's breast. Finally her hand began to close, clinching the pliable flesh. Lovely's eyes closed too, delightfully distracted from her earlier plan.

Becky lifted her other hand, so slowly I was not certain it was moving till it finally began to lift Lovely's other breast.

"Oh mother." Lovely whispered. "Kiss them."

I could not believe what I was watching. God, I wanted to fuck them both and just like that a new passion blossomed in me! Just as Becky's head twisted from facing me to facing her daughter once more, I shivered, a huge jolt of sexual energy ran through me. Becky bent. The corset split open and dropped away from her body, drifting down the arc of her ass before dropping suddenly to the floor behind her with a dull thud. Becky Kline stood topless before us, her dress draped down over her legs.

"Jesus Christ!" Portia muttered.

"No shit." Ellen echoed. "That is what a brick shit house looks like."

The sounds seemed to release Becky. She bent while lifting her daughter's breasts. Her lips contacted the flower of Lovely's aureole. Lovely gasped, hissing through her teeth. She put out her hands and gripped her mother's hips, as if to hang on. Her eyes fluttered and as her mother's hands closed on her breasts, her eyes closed too.

I glance past the two women and saw Alissa staring at them from where she sat, her ass hooked on the edge of the table, nude and forgotten. Her eyes twitched to mine and she licked her lips, her thick, sensuous lips. She smiled a little, her expression midway between anticipation and dread, a mixture of lust and anxiety.

The sound of sucking commanded my attention. Becky Kline was sucking her daughter's nipples. First one breast, then the other, the woman moved her mouth between them over and over, kissing and sucking at each with tender abandon, utterly unfettered. She had both hands under Lovely's tits, lifting each in turn, she licked and kissed her daughter's sumptuous breasts. Her thumb thrummed the nipple on the breast her lips left behind. Lovely began to coo, her soft voice sprinkling the space between her and her mother. Her mother bent further and her own tits shifted and swung free below her. As if attracted, Lovely's hands lifted and cupped her mother's breasts.

"Mother, his cock. You must suck his cock." Lovely whispered around the panting interwoven in her words.

Becky nodded vacantly. She had gone completely still when her daughter touched her tits. She closed her eyes as the large, spidery hands massaged her massive breasts.

"Cock." Becky whispered vacantly.

My cock cheered. Everyone loves to hear their name!

Lovely moved her hands from her mother's tits to her mother's wrists and gently removed the hands from her own tits; an act of will out of keeping with the girl's ethereal persona.

"No." Becky keened.

"Suck his cock. I, I want to taste Mrs. Honeywell. Then you can. He will fuck me. He will fuck you. His cock. Suck his cock."

"My fucking god." Ellen groaned. "I never saw anything like this in my fucking life."

Portia stood up. For the first time I got a clear look at her body. Fuck, she was perfect too, black and fucking beautiful. She left her chair, stopping midway between me and Ellen. Finally she turned to Ellen. In moments she had Ellen's slacks down again and was kissing up the white girl's lean legs. She sat on her heels, extended her hand to grasp Ellen at the nape of her neck and pulled her forward where she sat.

Ellen moaned as the black woman kissed her.

"Oh fuck me!" Bickerstaff grunted.

I glanced at him and shook my head at him in warning. He and his buddy were on the fucking bench.

I felt rather than saw Becky Kline move. She shuffled her feet till she could reach me. One hand stretched out and took hold of my cock. She sucked air through her teeth. She shuffled close to me, her near breast shivered against my arm. I felt the shock of the contact zap through me.

"Cock." She said, like she was learning a new word.

Lovely watched her. She moved around behind her mother and gently worked the tight blue dress off the woman's hips. It bound tightly over her swollen thighs. Lovely squatted so she could wrench it down the curve of Becky's legs, past her knees and only then did the garment loosen. It dropped to the floor.

"Yes, cock. Suck it for him." Lovely whispered, standing up behind her nearly nude mother.

Becky started to kneel but her daughter stopped her.

"Wait." Lovely's voice whispered.

Behind me, I heard Ellen grunting and then she swore, telling us she was coming.

"Christ, I never knew Portia liked pussy!" Wilfred Kline muttered. "Shit."

As if to complete the tableau, Dannielle reached for Annie. Annie flowed towards the taller woman. Annie lifted her dress with one hand as Dannielle pulled her close. The smaller woman got astride Dannielle's legs on the towel-draped chair and they kissed. Dannielle opened Annie's blouse and kissed down to each breast before pushing up Annie's bra and sucking on her nipples.

Orgy. I thought. This is what an orgy is like. God, if my guys were here! And in a fucking attorney's office.

Lovely had stopped her mother so she could remove the last bit of her mother's clothing. She rolled the granny panties down Becky's hips and when I looked back, Becky's shaggy pussy appeared. She needed a good trim. My fucking mouth watered and I knew what I was going to do. I wanted a taste of Becky Kline. God, what a twist I can be. Or maybe I am just smart.

This woman stood still before me. I viewed her body and rather than rolls below her massive tits, her body was lank, lean and trim, a trapezoid topped by her terrific tits. Her eyes closed, her hands twiddling about where her daughter's hands were undressing her. She took one deep breath and her breasts quaked. I did not move. Didn't want to spook the pussy. She might be naked but until she had her lips on my cock or my cock rammed in her cunt, she could still cut and run. Wild pussy had to be tamed carefully.

Becky had big thighs. I imagined she greased them so they did not chafe. Lovely was squatting behind her working distractedly at the panties trying to get them down her mother's thick legs while staring at her bare ass. Lovely was not making much progress. The panties had rolled into a taut band around Becky's plush thighs. Lovely puzzled over the band. Finally, her hands left Becky's panties about mid-thigh and she placed them directly on her mother's ass.

"Oh god, oh god!" Becky whispered. "Lovely, touch me. Please." Her eyes were closed but her voice trembled, similar to fear but it wasn't fear affecting her tone. Suddenly she cocked a knee out and then widened her feet. She popped her ass back and grunted. She opened herself, bending slightly forward to part her large ass and expose her pussy to her daughter's eyes. Her panties bound her legs together, subduing her stance.

Lovely stared for a moment then drew an hand off her mother's ass cheek and extended a finger. She touched the pursed lips of her mother's pussy, pushing her finger deep into the other woman.

Becky Kline shuddered and grunted as her daughter penetrated her with a finger. "Uhg, god!" Rebecca Kline groaned.

"You're wet, mother." Lovely whispered.

I wanted them to get back to the whole cock sucking thing, but I waited. Didn't want to spook anyone.

"You're wet mother." Lovely said again. "Tell me you are wet."

"I'm very wet, honey. Because of you."

"Liar." Lovely said, amusement in her voice. "Tell me when you became aroused. When did you feel it, here?" She pulled her finger back and thrust it into her mother again, entering her deeper than before, probing far into her mother's body.

Becky jerked. Her eyes closed again then opened. They found my eyes, which were just returning from sweeping over her nude body, as if I was mapping her contours. "Her finger is in me." Becky whispered, her tone accused me like this was all my fault. Okay, it kinda was my doing but, why blame me? Becky jumped again, making her great tits waver and shimmy.

"Uhhhh." Becky shuddered.

"Tell me, mother." Lovely whispered.

"When, when he kiss, kissed Mrs. Kingston, uh, uh between the legs. Before that, I, I was fascinated but felt nothing much. But, but seeing his head between her legs, oh, then, Lovely, then I felt it. I knew then, I knew I could not resist this. Any of it." Becky jerked again, her voluptuous body twitching. "Oh god, I am so turned on."

Lovely stood up behind her mother. She moved around to stand beside us. "I want to see his cock in your mouth, mother." She whispered. "If you make him come, I will eat you."

I thought someone shot the woman, she dropped to her knees so fast. Honestly, Rebecca Kline did not look that nimble; statuesque is the word that comes to mind and nimble statues, well, that just makes no sense. But first, Becky pushed her panties to her knees. Then she shuffled forward with little mincing motions that made her breasts waver and bounce. Becky took hold of my cock and went still, studying it as if she was memorizing his cute little face. Head. Whatever. Later I realize she was looking for the warning label.

Lovely moved close to me. She put one of her big, flipper hands on the side of my face and gently directed me down so she could kiss me. Her lips were soft, expressive and I smelled her. Just as she released the kiss, her mother started her kiss, her lips touching my cock, butterfly light but sizzling hot. She sucked, smacking her lips. Lovely looked down.

"Suck it. Take it as deep as you can."

Becky pushed her mouth onto my cock, letting it slide past her stiff lips, over the cushion of her tongue. At half a cock, she stopped.

I groaned, a mixture of satisfaction and disappointment. Is half a cock sucker half good or no good?

Lovely looked at me, a wispy smile on her face. "I don't think she ever sucked a cock before. She doesn't know how. If you don't come, fuck me when you want. I am going to go eat Mrs. Honeywell." Lovely tittered a little. "I want to see if she tastes like a honey well." She seemed proud to be so clever.

She shuffled her feet but stopped when I put a hand on her breast. God, I had been itching to touch her since she pulled off her sweater. I felt the weight of her breast in my hand. Lovely closed her eyes.

"Don't." She said easily. "I want to eat..."

I squeeze her tit, finding her nipple. I pinched the nipple. Lovely's face lit and tilted back.

"Ah, Ah." She moaned. "Do that again."

I didn't. I let my hand drop. Her mother sucked on my cock like it was a straw. Still, it stayed perfectly hard.

"Honey." I mumbled.

"Honey. Uh, Honeywell." Lovely nodded and drifted away. Alissa watched her approach with fierce eyes. She was perfectly nude. The gorgeous black woman lay back on the table, letting her dark legs dangle. Lovely's white body created a lovely contrast as she moved between them, pressing Alissa's knees open. Alissa squeaked when Lovely's hands ran up her bare legs. The brilliant white girl knelt between the black legs and pressed them wider, like a shaft of light cutting through brilliant darkness. Alissa arched her back and opened herself, presenting her pussy. Lovely leaned into the dark crevasse and licked and kissed. Alissa hissed and moaned, as much to encourage the girl as in response.