Extending the MILF List Ch. 20

"Lest you fear this is a spiteful plot on my part, I assure you on my honor as an Englishman, this is their desire and when you meet them, you will find them both willing participants in whatever contortions you bend them to, I assure you. They are desperate to be delivered of James' misanthropic antipathy. His love for them has turned into an unreflective hate he cannot recognize and they wish you to introduce him to it." Here the man smiled in a way that recalled Hassum to my mind, but on Chilton St. Vincent, it appeared like a mask tied on his face with twine. "Make him see them as sluts and lusty wenches, sir and they'll thank you with their open legs and mouths, this they have assured me."

I hunched my shoulders like I was dodging a spot light in a prison camp.

"They don't even know me." I said..

"Oh, Mr. Duncan, do you think we are so ill informed that this is the first time we have met? You were well known to us all. You are well selected to copulate with wife, ex-wife and daughter, I assure you. Mr. Kingston has high praise for your tact and skill in eliciting the erotic peaks I believe my female charges are seeking."

I regarded the man with some aplomb, by which I mean I kept my mouth closed, then. I was gobsmacked, again. Instead of needing to dig for more details, I understood his reasoning since he laid it out perfectly well, I resorted to a different sort of evasive question.

"Why me? What makes you think I am the man for the job?" I ignored Sid's recommendation. He was boning my mom, so I chose to ignore his recommendation as biased or at least cheaply bought...that's not right, I don't mean my mother is cheap, oh fuck it.

Chilton St. Vincent grinned a smile more in keeping with his usual manner, minimal and slender.

"Mr. Duncan, you are not special. I don't mean to demean you. You have no particular qualifications or skill so far as I know. This is not a recognition of any great condition in you but rather that you are in the right place at the right time in the right way."

I flinched. Whatever puffed up prided he'd handed me, he poked with a needle and I deflated under he steely cool gaze, watery and easy, like he was barely aware of me. The moment of feeling all hot shit and shit passed and I slid back into wanting to scratch the tattoo of my forehead. Chilton continued speaking, taking with it my last inclination to think I was a special snowflake. He wasn't mean, just speaking his English truth.

"By that, I mean this. You know now about my current wife and the contorted family situation she emerged from, and the core of her sister's life, that they are sister and sister, niece and aunt at once, a condition that is a closely held secret. You have bargained in good faith with my son, whom I must say has made me proud because he did not avoid confronting Mrs. Honeywell with the full scope of benefit he anticipated having of her. He has made a good bargain with you for her and I understand her most attractive sister. Your involvement in our family business is serendipity and I want to make use of it. I have just presented you with the somewhat more pubic knowledge of my son's onerous consternation about his mother and sister. So, as a consequence of your ownership of Mrs. Honeywell, you have gained some very intimate knowledge of us, of me and my family. Rather than have you use it, I wish to invite you to use it, to our mutual benefit. I trust you because owning Mrs. Honeywell has proved a benefit to her, so far as I have been able to determine and Mr. Kingston's recommendation of you is sincere and profound. So you see, time, opportunity, and place is all, in this case and the matter of your character only matters as to how you acquit yourself in the coming..." here he merely smiled and shrugged his shoulders in a very uncharacteristic manner which I belated recognized was a humorous imitation of my own habit. "...events. With regard to Mrs. Honeywell, you have used her well, as far as we can determine.

"Few know of my private situation and now, you know all. I hope you will consider it not so strange that when I am able to offer you my ex-wife and daughter, you will take them and use them as you wish. There is an objective here, I set it before you. If you accomplish that, I don't think I overstate the matter to suggest that you will indeed be a god among men."

I rubbed my hands together, consciously intending to give him an impression of vulgarity and crassness.

"I do have a thing for mothers and daughters fucking me at the same time. Ever been in one and kissed the other? I think it is as amazing for them as for me but I confess, I am delighted by the offer. What do you want from me?"

"That is my fee, have them both, and together. Oh my, I don't believe I mentioned that I want James to be party to it, did I?"

"You mean you want him to fuck them both?" He had mentioned it so I added a little just to tweak his aristocratic nose, but the repetition exposed how truly he was unnerved by the situation, which only served to calm me. It reassured me that I wasn't being lured into something that was liable to shorten either cock or life by some horrible unit, which in either case would be any at all.

Chilton St. Vincent's composure cracked then. His face colored, turning a little blue rather than scarlet, which seemed the odd in the male-only light, which may be where the term "blue bloods" came from? Naw.

"I had not thought about it precisely like that. I do wish him to observe you performing your art on his mother and sister. I want him to watch you shag them both. I have hope that he will suspend his penchant for intervening and preventing them from experiencing their devoutly hoped consummations because of the bargain you have struck with him and the regard he has for you because of it. Make no mistake, he took a liking to you because of your treatment of Mrs. Honeywell and your willingness both to share her with him and to give into her entreaties to hand her over to his good graces. I wish him to stand by while you despoil them, wife and daughter together, in hopes that he will surrender his view of them as towers of virtue to be defended against what may be their own passions at all costs. However, your inadvertent suggestion may be to the point. Perhaps his shagging them both is the proper cure. I leave that up to you, sir, to manage as you see fit.

"I will be forever beholden to you, if you can break his fixation on them. It does not inhibit him, exactly but it eventually frightens away many prospective brides or even mistresses because his actions are so fierce when it comes to his mother and sister. They fear he will become an obsessively possessive, er, owner. You seem to have a fine grasp of how to own a woman, indeed two women at the same time. If James is ever to take over my mantle, surely he must learn how to have a mistress and a wife at the same time. In his present state of mind, he will tear himself apart if he does not shred his very world before then."

I regarded him for a moment. This did not add up.

"Mr. St. Vincent, I understand your thinking but can you tell me why your ex-wife and daughter would be willing to...uh...participate?"

"This was their idea, after a fashion. They wanted me to make him marry. They had a woman all picked out. She was a stripper and had conned them, posing as a delightful prize for Jamie. Sad to say, she charmed them more than she charmed Jamie, which I marked to his credit and to ex-wife's foolishness or as it happens, their collective desperation. It took some time to unravel that but eventually they realized the problem was much more subtle."

I shook my head.

"You mean they'll agree to have sex, with me, because of how your son is treating them?" I plowed the ground again just to be sure and to see if the story remained the same, not sure if I understood or if I should believe another mother and daughter were being delivered to me gratis...I dared not hope without some skepticism.

"That is approximately correct. They came to me with the marriage idea. My father, Jamie's grandfather doted on him and arranged his control of the company to pass directly to Jamie. I only have veto of that until he's thirty. My health, however, is in doubt and I may depart sooner than I'd like. When that happens, they will be at his mercy."

"His mercy?"

"Oh, I overstate it. He is not a vicious soul, except where his mother and sister are concerned. He has his grandmother's temper. My father feared her right up until she died. Her intensity burned bright in us all, long after she left us. When Jamie is riled, he lays all to waste. He needs a check on him and when I am gone, there will be none. I need to change the terms of his ownership of the company and our assets but he sees, rightly, that his control of his mother and sister is linked to his inheritance. He needs to understand that they will not be held hostage to his controlling nature."

"Is this why you have endured his, dalliance? With your present wife and her sister?"

"That's another issue."

He drank the last of his wine. "I have said enough. I will leave you to consider my offer. Here is my card and on the back you will find my international phone number, which I will answer at any time or place. You cannot know where I am so do not hesitate to call and don't try to guess when you will find me awake. I cannot predict that from week to week." He poured more wine and lifted his glass.

I lifted mine.

"To shagging family." He said jovially.

"To fucking family." I repeated and we drank. I sat down my glass, regarding the man. "Jamie said you had a thing for Oriental women. He doesn't think you know about him and the sister-aunt."

Chilton arched the unplucked eyebrow at me.

"You seem curiously well-informed." He seemed to forget he'd told me himself. Strange but Jamie told me too so I acted as though that were my truth and didn't toss the other in his face.

"I am curiously well-informed. How I came to be so well-informed about the internal workings of your family I don't know. I was just fucking a willing attorney and viola! Suddenly I know all this shit, er, stuff about you folks. However, Jamie wants me to uh, distract you with a woman for your own pleasure while I collect on his promise of your wife and aunt-in-law or whatever she is." That tangle in their family tree, grafted into itself as it was, still puzzled me. "I need to present you with a woman that you might find, shall we say, sufficiently diverting to not notice that your wife and sister-in-law are off rutting with an American."

The man actually grinned.

"My son put you up to this?"

I nodded, still unable to read the man and his pending reactions to things. It made me nervous.

"Jolly good show, for him. That's the sort of prior planning that I had hoped him capable of but hadn't yet seen from him." The man clasped his hands together, appearing really pleased and proud, but then looked around suddenly bashful.

"I just have to ask this, though. He has offered Mercy and Patricia, can he deliver? This will be a bloody awful mess if they dodge and weave and avoid the exchange."

The man sobered.

"In truth, I have doubts about that myself. Getting those two women to stagger in a straight line has long been beyond me, so much so I've lost track of what a straight line of that sort looks like. I once fired those in service for having sex with them but have since given up on that point. They are insatiable and utterly uncontrolled. If my son can manage to place them into your sway with a minimum of difficulty, or cost to any of the rest of us, then I say good show. Power to him and I'd take it as a measure of his manhood that he'd not displayed to date."

"So you think it's possible?"

"I am sure I have no idea. I have given up predicting the reactions of those two women. The two I offer, I offer in good conscience that you can bed with certainty. Mercy alone would likely shag you but with her sister-aunt, there is some doubt or at least some unpredictability. I am sufficiently pleased to be included in their bedplay and have surrendered the need to either predict or control what they'll do next or indeed, who they'll do it to. Patricia is not owned by anyone and Mercy tumbles in her wake for the thrill of it and has yet to escape the undertow."

I had an utterly evil inspiration, one I had to contemplate, though I admit I thought it so wonderful at that moment of conception it was very like I'd had an intellectual organism and I could scarcely believe it wasn't a divine gift that I should take with full confidence and put into practice. Shit, I was talking to myself like St. Vincent. I copy everyone. Still, I did have a perfectly viable option. I smirked and saw Chilton notice.

"I see you have an idea." Tawny.

"You have no idea. Listen, when can I bring you your distraction?"

He considered.

"I should be free by three o'clock. I'll be winding down since I am currently operating on London time. Still, waking with a woman beside me who can offer herself to my pleasure is a wondrous thing. If you do that for me, I'll thank you." He gave me his phone number again in case I'd misplaced it so I could call from the lobby with my deliver. He seemed blaise about it but I thought Anne or Annie, or both might give him a little more than a casual ride in our country.

I nodded. I hoped Annie'd enjoy having a nostalgic taste of Old Britain, literally. I grunted, thinking of Ellen's characterization of me as an artist. This was shaping up to be pretty wonderful, a true object d'art. Suddenly I was excited about the day.

"Mr. Duncan, I can say I am relieved to find you so amenable to my proposal. I would like you to tend to my wife and daughter tomorrow. I have seen that Jamie will be free tomorrow, so long as you can extract him from your two ebony beauties...?"

"They have an appointment to keep. Shall we say by noon tomorrow?"

"Noon it is. I'll have them ready. Just come around here to the Marquis to collect them."

I waited, finally realizing the man had forgotten something and I needed to remind him of it.

"What are their names?" I asked.

"Oh, of course. I am distracted by all this. I never thought, no matter. Candice is my former wife and Xavia is my daughter. I will arrange with them to meet you and then you can deliver them to my son and finalize things with him. I warn you, he has had terrible reactions in the past, so this may have some danger."

I shrugged.

"Given all the MILFs and mothers and daughters and miscellaneous pussy I've fucked lately, I deserve to have a black eye or two." I grinned. "But I'm a right proper coward and I duck good. I'll keep in mind his fiery temper and find a way to modify it."

Mr. St. Vincent nodded somberly but I could sense he was pleased, pleased and a little relieved. That's me, Sonny Duncan, fixer. I walked out of the Marquis all jaunty but then my mind turned to the passel of pussy back in my hotel room and I realized I had a third wheel that didn't fit into any part of the day's plans. In fact, if last night was any indication, I needed to lock Holly in a closet but that just isn't my method of dealing with things. I wanted a positive, that is to say, affirmative action to take that moved towards something, rather than the regressive mechanism of trying to prevent something. My belief is that the best way to prevent something was to substitute something better.

I went up to the room and found Messy, Ellen and Holly up and around, which is not to say they were all pleased. Melissa seemed like Belgium between Germany and France in 1914. She seemed chipper enough but I could see the stress around her eyes, little crows feet at the corners. Whatever conversation had been in process when I opened the door drained away to an uneasy silence when I entered the room.

"Have you eaten?" I asked, sounding surly even to my ears. I needed to lighten up. I'd been puzzling over Holly since I left the Marquis but still hadn't arrived at any great solution. I thought about taking her home tying her to the bed but given my sister's response to her appearance last night, I didn't think that a good, long term solution, though the empty house had distinct advantages.

The women shook their heads. I detected a distinct dyspeptic atmosphere and was seeking some way to turn the mood when Holly stood up and came over to me and asked if she could speak to me in private. I glanced at the other two.

"Why don't you order breakfast. I have to go in a while so make sure that it can get here in the next fifteen minutes or so."

Holly handed me the lead to her chain and waited. I was nonplussed, realizing only after an extended pause that she was indeed waiting on me. I led her back to my bedroom, not the one she'd shared with Ellen and Melissa. She followed, the chain dangling from her collar. She very carefully shut the door.

She stared at me and then walked over to me and hugged me, pressing her tits against me with an intensity I didn't understand but certainly appreciated. I was on the verge of inquiring about her state of mind when she began to explain.

"Sonny, I'm so sorry. I never understood what a bitch I've become. Not until I met that bitch out there. God, she's so self-centered, so demanding, so, so, so narcissistic and Sonny, my god, I can't believe I'm saying this. I'm just like her! I must apologize and I must tell you that I have come to admire you so much for how you have handled me. My god, I deserve to be spanked and sent to bed without supper. I've been such a shit to you and to everyone, most especially Seth and Gary and even John. Perhaps, if I'd been a better woman, John would be fucking me and nothing like this would have happened."

She seemed nearly ready to weep. I didn't want that for fuck sake. Weeping women make my teeth ache.

"I wouldn't go that far. I think John has made his bed and expected you to lie in it. If Marjorie had been dismissive of you and on his side, maybe I'd agree but I got the distinct impression she actually admired you for sticking with him."

"Gary did that. Not me. He made me promise not to divorce his brother. He'd fuck me but only if I was his brother's wife. Truthfully, I think that raised his temperature a little but it also meant he, I, we couldn't be any more than fuck buddies. Now that the whole thing is out between him and Marjorie, I don't know what will happen but I want another chance to fit into their little nest. That little redheaded cunt has opened my eyes though. I see what it has been like to live with me."

I waited, a little amazed.

"Ellen is a dear but she has been such a bitch to me but all I could think of was that I was looking in the mirror, recognizing in her what I knew and understood from experience. I condemned in her what was really present in me."

"I think they call that projection." I offered.

She smirked at me.

"Thank you, Dr. Duncan." She said with a taunting tone. The next moment her face swelled and her eyes bulged. "Oh my god! I did it again. Still! Shit, shit, shit! It's like I can't help it. Just like Ellen. I am sure she doesn't mean to be a bitch but..."

"She's usually not. I mean not a mean, nasty bitch. She has an edge that is spicy, not serrated." I stopped, unwilling to finish the thought.

"You mean, she's only nasty when I'm around? Oh shit. I know. Listen, Sonny, I want you to have me. Take me. Please? I want to feel it, your weight between my legs, your cock thrust into me. I want to feel it, so that I can insist that you own me, in that way. Will you please? Please?"

She was pleading with me to fuck her. I regarded her and my hesitation made her eyes get all glassy and fluid. I pulled her close and kissed her just so she wouldn't cry. Well, to get her tits against me, that had plenty of attraction. I pushed her away. She looked shocked.