Extending the MILF List Ch. 10

"I want you to be Brent's mom. She, D. Debra Hamilton is, she needs to think you are just a woman I am giving a ride to downtown so she'll be nice. Quiet would be unlikely but at least she'll keep her potty mouth in check."

Natasha looked confused. We stopped at the exit traffic light. "I am not offended when people use their whole vocabulary." She said, a little affronted. "What? Do you think I am politically correct and think that getting the words right is more important than a stiff prick?"

I did not think that and said so. "It isn't her potty mouth I am concerned about, it is her penchant for questions. I don't want to have to answer her questions till it is nearly too late. If you are one of my pussies, then she won't care and she may try to rail me into submission and I'll ruin my surprise for her. I imagine she likes surprises as much as you do."

I turned into the Hamilton's division. I turned in at their house, following the spic and span circle drive, swept neatly clean of snow, toward the front door. I saw a face at the window, pulling back the curtains. It was not D. Debra. It disappeared and what I glimpsed was fascinatingly blond but with shorter hair, nearly a pageboy cut. And older. Oh my, I thought. My, my, my, my. Sometimes I amaze even myself.

I shook myself loose from that particular fantasy. "Now remember, prim and proper." I muttered.

"Prim and proper and full of cum." Natasha mumbled, laughing behind her serious stare.

I put the car into park and walked up to the door. I hoped to meet D. Debra's mother, that was what I was thinking. Indeed, she opened the door.

"Oh, my, hello." I said, stuttering. D. Debra was definitely not adopted. She wasn't leaving me a moment with her mother either, she hustled past her mother and pulled the door closed in her face.

She pushed at my chest. "Not your type, buster. Did you find me some nice juicy dick?"

I dodged. I weaved. I cajoled. "You look beautiful, honey." I made to kiss her cheek and she looked at me like she was a vampire and I had garlic on my breath. I persisted and peeked her on the cheek.

"What got into you? You have brain damage?"

"Look at the car. I told her you were my girlfriend so fucking be nice. She is the mother of a friend who needed a ride downtown. I, I couldn't make the time work so I had to pick you up before I dropped her off."

"Oh. I see. Well, okay." She puckered up and kissed me for real.

Jesus, my little buddy got all riled up. Not a brain in his little head, even I knew this was all show and no go but when I get within a country mile of D. Debra Hamilton, he thinks today will be his day. Fuck me.

I broke the kiss and took her firmly by the elbow. "You can sit in the back for that." I growled and opened the back door to Mom's car.

D. Debra glowered for a moment then smiled her best cute smile and climbed into the car. I went around but just as I put my hand on the door handle, the curtains of the window by the entrance opened and the face appeared again. She smiled and god, it was like a flashback of D. Debra's smile from a moment ago. I was transfixed till she dropped the curtains and disappeared.

I got in the car and found Natasha had slipped neatly back into her "Mom" skin. She and D. Debra were chatting merrily. I drove with all the involvement of a chauffeur. I nearly choked when Natasha asked D. Debra if we were going to have children, averring that they would be so cute. God, women in clothing together are so fucking alien. I liked them much better the other way.

They were laughing like old friends when I pulled up in front of the Dominion. I put the car in park but left it running. No way did I want D. Debra to know I had an actual in at this place. I didn't know how she would react but I was not ready to find out. Not knowing made my stomach hurt but the thought of finding out made it worse.

"This is the place. "Dee Dee is baby sitting here. I have to give the original babysitter a ride to the hospital. I'll drop you first, Mrs. Rossini. It's on the way."

"Oh, I hope nothing bad happened." Natasha said, her voice sickeningly sweet with sincere concern.

"It's a hospital." I growled, and got out of the car before either of the two women could snare me into some other barbed colloquy. I went around the car and opened the door for D. Debra. She got out, showing more leg than giraffe. I looked up the broad walk to the front of the Dominion. I could see the doorman, a tall, handsome black guy inspecting us.

I walked D. Debra up the walk.

"Babysitter? Really? Who do you think your fooling?"

"Who do you think I'm fooling?" I returned. "Hush up."

The doorman opened the door, clearly recognizing me but I don't think D. Debra noticed. His recognition shifted back to inspecting her before he gave anything away.

"We are here to see Mr. Honeywell in 1420." I said softly.

The man nodded soberly. "Please check with the desk inside. Brian will help you." His voice held skepticism and curiosity. Once D. Debra passed him, he raised his eyebrows at me and I just shrugged.

D. Debra was at the desk already parroting my words when I arrived.

"Mr. Honeywell?" Brian the desk guy said, a young guy, maybe a bit older than me, tall, gangly and white bread white.

"Yes. Mr. Duncan to see him." I thought about using my phone but decided using the facilities made sense. Too late now, anyway, I realized.

Brian the desk guy chatted on the phone. After a moment he covered it and looked at me. "He asks if he should bring down Mrs. Northcutt?"

I nodded. "Yes. Tell him I'll give her a ride."

Brian nodded but D. Debra looked at me like my third eye was showing.

While the guy spoke into the phone, she leaned against me, pressing that ample bosom against my arm and whispered, a giggle latent in her tone. "I cannot believe you just said that!"

I waved her away.

Brian nodded and hung up. "He'll, he'll be right down." The guy looked confused. "Feel free to sit and wait for him. I am sure it won't be a minute."

I nodded and guided D. Debra to a lounge where we sat down. "D. Debra, wait, I have to confess something."

"Oh? What?"

"I traded you."

"You what?"

"I traded you. The guy, he has a mistress and he, he's an older guy and he, he was bragging the other day about how good she was in bed and I told him my girl was a world better, sexier, yes, younger. He told me to fuck off or put her up against his girl. I, well, I sort of agreed. If, if you don't like this, I'll take you home." I waited.

D. Debra bowed her head and then looked at me. "You have balls, Sonny Duncan, waiting to tell me this till now. You're telling me that you, you arranged to trade me for another woman? And you are going to fuck her?"

I nodded, feeling a little uneasy with the admission.

D. Debra shook her head. "Jesus, Sonny, about time. I was beginning to think you weren't human. Fuck, good. God, I almost felt sorry for you the other night, back with your blond friend and your little sister. That girl, she is crazy ass wild!"

"She's not my little sister, she's my big sister."

"Whatever. God, I never ate a girl that loved being eaten like she does. Fuck me, you have some weird shit going on in your family." She clamped a hand over her mouth. "Oh god, I bet you think that girl is a saint, don't you? Let me tell you, when your buddy does her, she comes like a greyhound."

A greyhound? I had no idea what that meant.

"What are you going to do with Mrs. Rossini, there? She seems nice. I bet she'd fuck like a fire truck if you could get her to stop talking."

I grunted. "I'll run her to her meeting and then its honor and offer."

D. Debra grinned. "So? Let's go trade. Wow, you got me some real, honest to goodness strange!"

"I, we should just wait here. Impatient?"

D. Debra looked at me and by god if she did not look flushed. "I love strange, Sonny. God, you are such a dear arranging for me to get my groove back like this. You are the best boyfriend ever!"

My phone rang. I answered it. It was Sam.

"Sonny? Why don't you just come up?"

"Nope. You said a trade. Bring her down and you can have mine."

Sam was silent for a moment for a moment, that bonhomie that carried him through so much of his life stretched thin and snapped. "What the fuck, just come up! I am hardly prepared to leave the apartment."

"I said a trade. I said I'd take Mrs. Northcutt home and I will. I am sorry she cannot babysit for you tonight."

"Babysit? What the fuck?" A moment later, Sam Honeywell's porch light went on. "Oh fuck, I get it. You...you are working an angle and you don't want anyone to know about the apartment. No problem. I'll bring her right down. Trade, trade, trade, I love a good trade!" He hung up.

I got up and walked over to the doorman. "If my car is in the way, let me know. I'll only be a minute, I hope."

"No problem. This time of the week is pretty slow. Usually." The guy's voice was canyon deep and filthy rich. I could tell he wanted to step out of the formal character and quiz me about the pussy over there but I left him before the temptation overcame him and he broke character.

I sat down. "You got a part in the play, I guess?"

D. Debra beamed. As intelligent as she was she had a stripe of theater in her with the delicate ego for stroking that suggested. "I did, yes."

"When do you start rehearsal?"

"Tomorrow. That," here she chortled. "That is why I called. I need dick so I can concentrate on my lines and stuff. My role, it isn't sexy till act three." She laughed in her chest again.

I had a flash of her bare tits and felt their silken texture on my cheeks, the rough flesh of her aureoles on my lips. My cock snapped to attention, confused as shit, thinking he had missed something entirely. I shook my head.

"What's the matter?" D. Debra whispered.

The elevator bell dinged and I stood up. The doors opened and Suzanne Northcutt appeared followed by Sam Honeywell in a bathrobe, fuzzy slippers and flannel pajama bottoms.

"Jesus. You'll never convince Mrs. Rossini that woman is babysitting anyone." D. Debra hissed.

She was right. Suzanne wore a tight green skirt that hugged her hips and a cashmere wrap over her shoulders that seemed to be bare. The purple tube top ruffled around her middle and tits. Her heels clicked on the tiles of the lobby floor. She and Sam both looked confused. She had a crazed look in her eyes. She saw me and blinked a few times. She looked at D. Debra and those eyes glittered.

We met them half way to the elevators.

"Here. She's all yours." Sam muttered, giving Suzanne a canted, cockeyed look.

I gave D. Debra a little shove. "A couple hours, maybe three. We have class tomorrow."

"Oh, mine isn't till afternoon." Deedee said brightly.

"Then I wasn't talking about you was I?"

She pouted and turned to Sam. "My, he said you were old and shriveled but you look kinda tasty."

Sam's eyebrows lifted into his forehead. He took hold of her wrist and yanked her towards the elevator. "Come get her when you are ready to go and you can have her back. I am going to make her walk funny."

"She already walks funny." I returned.

D. Debra tried to turn and glare at me but Sam pulled her toward the elevator. They stopped, talking and then they looked back at me.

I had a fear run through me that Sam would rattle and tattle about Sonny's apartment down the hall and D. Debra would get suspicious. I did not want her suspicious because she might see me coming. So far, she hadn't, in either sense. I took Suzanne by the arm and walked slowly towards the exit, realizing after a moment that I had to go all the way to the car with her without looking back.

The door man nodded approvingly as I walked past him and his open door.

"Jesus god, Sonny, I am crazy! That man loves to eat pussy more than anyone I know, male or female. We have been here about two hours and most of the time he was sucking olives out of my twat!" Suzanne shook her head. "He called me exercise. I had to tense up and try to keep them inside while he dug them out of me with his tongue. If the dummy knew I liked to be tied up, I'd have come so much you'd be carrying me in a baggy. I'd be just a puddle of cum-filled consciousness."

I chuckled. "Its a thought."

She shook her head. "Only if you, oh shit, what the fuck are you thinking?"

"You said it."

I could not remember, honestly if she had actually told me she could come only if she was tied up or if her husband had said it. I shook my head and steered her toward the car.

"Hey, where are we going? Don't you have an apartment upstairs?"

I opened the car door to the backseat. "Get in." I said.

Suzanne shivered in the brittle cold and did. I slammed the door and went around to my door and jumped in.

"Where are we going?" Suzanne asked again.

"Around the block." I said and put the car in gear. I drove us around the block and then parked in my space in the garage.

The two women had been curiously silent. Suzanne sat in the back still and placid. Natasha kept glancing at me but never turned around. When I turned off the car, though, Suzanne sat forward, hanging her elbows on the back of the seat between Natasha and I.

Suzanne looked at me with raised eyebrows. "My, my, my, Sonny Duncan. What do you have for me? One of your little playmates from the other day?"

I snorted. "Yes, the professor you had me fuck who turns out to be the mind behind my eCon class."

Suzanna laughed. "Mrs. Olivette? No shit! I know her from board meetings but I don't know if she remembers or recognized me. God, Sonny, that was hot. You are a sport, I must say. So?" She looked inquiringly at Natasha.

Mrs. Rossini, for her part, sat pressed against the car door like Suzanne was a shedding retriever threatening to get fur all over her cashmere, not that she wore cashmere.

Suzanne looked back and forth a few times, miming an eager little girl ready for her first dance. Natasha stared out her window and I sat looking straight ahead, not moving.

"Well?" She said finally.

"Well, what?" I turned to look at Suzanne.

"Well, what now?"

I shrugged. "I traded for you but, well, I was just going to tie you up and fuck you but I have had a change of heart." I saw the hungry look turn sour. She almost sneered and that bitchy woman I met the first moment of our acquaintance flashed through her. "How do you feel about pussy?" I asked.

Her face did not change. She did not look at Natasha but I felt the tension between them, like suddenly they had been psychically connected, pubes to pubes and both were afraid to move.

I got out of the car and opened both doors. Both women got out, acting like they were egressing onto greased ice, eyes down, barely lifting their feet, either self-absorbed or completely distracted. They both remained swathed in this absorption through the side door into the lobby, past Brian the desk guy to the elevator. Both Brian and the doorman watched me, like they thought we had Uzzi's under our coats.

We rode the elevator in the same plump silence. I peeked out when the door opened, listening for any tell tale, or tell tail sound of public coitus. I heard nothing so I ushered the two women down to the apartment door, opened it and we all went inside. I hung up our coats.

Natasha's eyes got wide, looking around. She toured the kitchen first and then the living room. She ventured into the right bedroom and moments later I heard the toilet flush. I looked at Suzanne and she smiled thinly. I waited for her to speak but she didn't. I found that curious.

"Stay here a minute. Fix us drinks. Natasha, I think she'll drink bourbon if you offer some."

Suzanne looked at me like I was trying to sell her a wooden skyscraper but complied, wobbling towards the bar as I turned back to the bedroom. I found Natasha staring into the bathroom mirror.

"Chicken fuck a duck, Sonny, are you going to give me to her, now?"

I patted her healthy rump and kissed her browned shoulder. "Is that a request?"

"Can I put in requests?" Natasha shot back.

"Sure. I'll always listen. Shoot, you might have an idea I haven't thought of yet."

She harrumphed. "Not likely."

I reached for her hand and pulled her around. She let me. I could feel the distraction rattling around in her. I led her out into the living room and Suzanne handed her a drink. Natasha downed it without swallowing and held it out for a refill. Suzanne looked at me with a critical raised eyebrow. I nodded. When Natasha was resupplied, I guided her to the couch and perched her on it.

She sipped the second drink, her eyes cleared and she watched Suzanne sit down.

"Well?" Suzanne asked.

"Well, what?" I repeated our earlier exchange.

"Well, what next? I mean what are we going to do now? Now that we are here? Drink?"

I shook my head. "I have it in my head that you need to be tied up to have an orgasm when you come. Is that right? How would you like to explore that a little tonight?" I looked at Suzanne and despite her constant effort to appear utterly unphased by the pedestrian world where the rest of us lived, she looked uncomfortable.

"Who's this?" Suzanne nodded to Natasha. "Hello. Since the scamp isn't going to introduce us, I am Suzanne Northcutt."

Natasha shifted immediately into high-society mode and nodded equally. "Nice to meet you. I am Natasha Rossini. Sonny has mentioned you. How do you know each other?"

Suzanne's charcoal gaze clicked at me but she answered immediately. "He just traded a woman for me. He, he is asking when he is perfectly justified in telling me to do whatever he wishes me to do."

Natasha nodded and grinned. "That's our Sonny. Never one to show the steel behind the velvet. He knows how to make us females..." Natasha guttered. "Make us females, yes, yes he knows that but I mean to say that he understands how to remove our clothing and make us think it was our idea and that when he is done, we owe him for it. Oh, don't get me wrong, I do think that, but still, it is never quite clear to me how that happens. I mean, how I end up owing him for doing what he wants me to do."

Natasha was apparently still buzzing from the day's activities. She looked at Suzanne, apparently fixing on the woman's words, finally. "He helped me seduce my own sister the other day. He fucked us both and in the process we were both pleading for it. Have you ever..."

Suzanne held up her hand. "Don't bother explaining any further. I think I understand perfectly. Sister, you say?"

Something clicked in Natasha's eyes and she looked at me. "Joey is coming back." She whispered. "What am I going to do with Norma?"

We were back to this discussion.

"Norma's the sister?" Suzanne said.

I ignored her, focusing on Natasha. "Hasn't Norma stayed at your house bef..." I halted, seeing the trouble.

Natasha said it out loud though. "If she stays there, she'll end up fucking my husband and my son."

Suzanne expelled breath like she was leaking.

I still ignored her.

So did Natasha, for some reason. "Goddamn her, she will fuck them both if she is still living there and more than likely Joey will find out she boffed Brent." She drank. "What am I going to do about this? God, and, and the collar, I, I have to take it off. If Joey is coming back to town its because he wants a little piece of Tasha." She turned her eyes to me and they looked like two deep pools of oil.

"From what Brent says, you give as good as you get, when it comes to your husband."

"You, you want to tell me not to let him have me?" She asked, incredulous.

I shook my head. "You can take off the collar anytime you wish." I pointed.

She touched the silver ring around her neck, wonderment in her motion. She drained the glass.