Extending the MILF List Ch. 24

"There's a reason I ask." Jamie added into my contemplative silence, maybe because it seemed so out of Sonny's character to be that silent in the face of such a lurid reference. My existential anchor seemed to buoy me though, which is as mixed up a metaphor as you're going to find, but I know I can do better. Fucking metaphors is a hobby of mine with which you must not be familiar. My silence, learned albeit, invited more from Jamie and he obliged.

"This, um...idea of moving the St. Vincent pussy to the colonies seems to be catching...my father's young bride and her lusty sister-aunt seem intent on taking up residence in whatever august hovel my mother and sister choose, which will make it very, shall we say, cramped for my father and perhaps no less for me, regardless of the number of rooms it includes." Jamie now looked embarrassed, like the lost angel who, knocking on the door to an orgy to ask for directions, got directed to her knees, and so received a cock in her mouth, obedient to the end. "You see, there is some indication that this complicated deal involving Alissa and Alissa's firm and the other, um, parties some of which you have had dealings with of your sort, all have the idea that your approval is somehow involved and honestly, Sonny, not to slight you in any way, despite my best efforts to dissuade them of this idea, it persists."

Ah. There is was. Fuck me. I felt like the turkey discussing the Thanksgiving dinner menu...or for our other friends, say the Christmas goose discussing...oh you get the point. How in hell's half acre could a cock positive, or is it pussy positive ignoramus like me ever produce an opinion that matters regarding the sort of thing that Jamie must be referring to? I had no knowledge, nothing and yet...! I shook my head.

"I think you managed to ask a question, insult me and tickle my pride there all in the same breath." I grinned. "Brava, bitch." Jamie almost looked relieved. Rodney looked either bored or mystified but his stoic jaw didn't change but his eyes searched and probed with far more insight than the well-heeled elitists could dare acknowledge or they'd never leave their fortified towers.

"Sonny, listen, I know this is strange and I know it was made more complicated by the lust connection with Mrs. Honeywell but I must say this didn't start with me. It is very rare for a man of Sid Kingston's stature to engage a man of your..." Here Jamie stuttered to a halt. I could see the etiquette cliff he was about to plunge over from where I sat. I realized I was patting the girl sitting at my side and yanked my hand away from her head like it was hot. Okay, it was hot, she was, is, was hot but not like that! It was just an idle, thoughtful stroking of her hair that I only became aware of when she did that little wiggle that a dog does when he approves of how you're scratching his ears and she rubbed her cheek along my thigh with a low, subdural hum. This all served to keep me quiet and forced Jamie to swerve or plunge as he dared. He plunged.

"...who has no business being involved in his business. No one can figure it out. And now, with your mother being under...um...his influence in China, the whole question of where he has hidden his actual and real wife, whoever she is, seems to be the current obsession and they all think that puzzle involves you somehow."

Yeah, the light went on, something about hiding in plain sight. Suddenly Annie's dual personality came into focus, the suburban location, the utterly uncluttered life style, no billionaire trappings just, Annie and then her, mounted on my cock in a way that no man of power and prestige would ever allow...I shook my head, wondering if my conjectures would have any basis in truth or if it mattered. Annie was a great fuck. One sticks with what one knows and makes a clear distinction from all that other stuff that is little better than poetic fiction.

"Honestly, Sonny, my father and my ex-mother, er, my mother, his ex-wife, both want to know about you owning them and how that will prove out."

"And they sent you here to find out? To discuss with dithering Hamlet his intentions?" Jamie looked away past me. In that moment I found my hand on Candy's head again, just petting her lank hair and feeling how she rubbed her cheek against my thigh with such affection my cock was nosing around to see if Sonny might be willing to indulge him again, given Sonny was over his existential snit. Mostly, anyway. I left my hand on her head and I swear the girl whimpered a little and wrapped her arms around my leg and hugged me, arms around my calf. That was new...and fuck me if I didn't like it...where can I get one of these? I was thinking and realized I should be rendering to Jamie what was Jamie's, namely my attention. I ignored the fact that I had "one of these" already. Greedy, Sonny, greedy!

"Now Sonny, you know, know what this thing means to me and I won't say different. I have a huge personal investment and not just money in this project." Jamie hesitated.

"What project?" Rodney asked. I held up a hand.

"Buddy, I don't know and I think ignorance is the better part of valor in this case, but there was a certain amount of pussy that came under my...um..." I hate when I start a metaphor and find it is a malapropism and can't go back and fix it because the cupboard is empty. Rodney, to his credit saw my growing, swelling chagrin and tapped the air.

"I gotcha, Sonny. This dude reeks of big words and waltzing Matilda." I expected Jamie to snort at the hackneyed expression but Jamie merely nodded sagely and kept his eyes resolutely on me. That was when Rodney's fidget came into focus and if you've ever seen a guy built like Sampson fidget, you get how unnerving it is. It's like seeing a known epileptic holding too tight to an machine gun. I stowed that observation and refocused on Jamie, which is a little misleading because my hand was still stroking the female clinging to my leg and I swear the little pet was purring. Every now and then her body would shift and shimmy in a way that bespoke affection and the lurid comfort of coital bliss. I found, when I thought about it, that I liked having my hand against her hair, face and lower to her neck so I could feel her warm skin. Her huddled mass against me made me feel something that I dared not acknowledge so I maintained this idle caress without any move to acknowledge even her presence. God, but I wanted to but in retrospect, I'd crossed some invisible line and the only tether to my old world at that precise moment was Jamie's pedestrian financial concerns with all the secrets and esoteria that it included.

"Sonny, it's gotten all blurred together and no one seems to know what is cause and what is effect. My father, who has a good sense about these things I am finding, only seems concerned about which house you'll select for the...um...St. Vincent coterie of females, claiming Patricia as one of our own."

"Jesus, you talk a lot without saying much." Rodney muttered, which proved to be ironic in a few minutes when it was his turn to scratch the real itch that brought him rubbing bear back against my particular tree. Jamie smiled though, a bland acknowledgment but not worth the argument. "Didn't you hear? He told that red head that she made the sale, the deal's approved. Or did fucking her erase that from your mind?" Of all the things Rodney was not, stupid was one of them nor was the lack of a memory part of his failings, unlike mine whose memory is like a gypsy whore, which means for the peanut gallery, utterly undependable. My memory is a memory. Jamie's eyes got big as he realized what Rodney said was indeed the case.

I had no idea that this was the first domino in a rather long and tricky progression that would end up with some large scale shifts in the universe I only know existed because the sky didn't fall around me. Jamie stared at me and then nodded his head.

"By Jove, you're right!" He muttered. "Thank you, Rodney, I guess I was so intent on asking the question, I missed the answer entirely when it flashed passed my eyes. You must admit she was delicious and our use of her accounts for missing that tidbit of significance! Sonny, when did you make that decision?" Now I felt that familiar lurch in my gut when I got accused of knowing shit that I didn't know and thus having understanding I didn't possess and wisdom I couldn't wield.

The first instinct is to dodge and weave. It feels like you traipse off into the woods to take a shit and just get settled in so you can concentrate on the business at hand and a spotlight comes on with your pants around your ankles and a loud voice asks what you think you're doing. Seems to me if they find you with the spotlight in that condition then they could bloody well see you're just taking shit in the woods. They want some big deep existential explanation for your actions when in truth, you're just shitting in the woods like any other self-respecting bear. The point, in case you missed it, is that there is no good answer and that is embarrassing in the least and dangerous at worst. Accused even by implication of knowing what you don't know is really uncomfortable at times. The temptation is surely to avoid the issue altogether and change the subject but caught in the spotlight with my white ass glaring like that made that just difficult to do, or to think I could manage it, so of course I just answered the question and accepted the likelihood that I was about to look positively silly.

"Just then." I said with the greatest of ease. The girl hugging my leg though squeaked and then whimpered and hugged me closer which clued me in that my hand had closed on her hair and pulled it rather violently. For a few moments, her whimpering was the main sound besides the clink and clatter and murmur of the restaurant around us.

"Just then?" Jamie whispered. "You mean, you told that woman..."

"Fayre, Theresa Fayre." Rodney added helpfully, while I was still fumbling through my rolodex to find her name, lost as I was in the memory of that red hair and the bucking thrill of her orgasm when I mounted her that first time and then again with her holes all filled by these two new Airtight Express conductors. Jamie glanced at Rodney and for a moment looked nonplussed.

"You know her?" He asked. Rodney shook his head.

"Never met the bitch but god, she looked like she'd met Sonny and would have an open house just for him all over again." Rodney chortled in that way that indicates suspicion and wishful thinking but not knowledge. And in that moment showed a skill with irony that Jamie could appreciate and admire, but instead, dear Jamie looked puzzled, which I took to indicate how confused he was about what he knew and when I knew it. He went for immediate clarification. He took out his phone and dialed, watched it connect then put it to his ear.

"Mother. Have you heard from...?" He stopped and listened. "Yes, Theresa Fayre, we just were introduced." He raised his eyebrows and winked. "I don't know and you know it doesn't matter. You'll have to ask Sonny." I shook my head when he looked askance at me. "Well, I am sure when he's ready to discuss fucking you again, mother, he'll do so. Yes, I am sure you are. No, Mother, hearing that you are dripping wet at just the thought of him does not make me angry. It's true. Believe me. Yes, I agree, it is a minor miracle. Well, yes, as you say, a major miracle but I doubt the Vatican will investigate making him a Saint on the say so of your wet cunt." Jamie looked miffed. "The right bitch hung up on me!" He said with true chagrin in his voice, near unto umbrage. It sure seemed like the jealous claim on his mother and sister had been broken, like some evil hex cast by an equally evil witch, but whom that could have been I had no idea. I could see Jamie was about to redial her and make some sort of issue of that petty bit of proletariat rudeness but his breeding kicked in and he refused to let God or anyone else see him lose his shit over a thing of this small magnitude. He calmly put his phone away at which point it promptly tinkled at him, politely, unlike my phone's rude honking. He answered.

"Hello, Ellen. Yes, yes, that's correct. I heard it myself from the sage's lips. Now, Ellen, don't go writing a draft your bank can't cash. I know you are a red head and yes, I know you have the patience of a falling rock but I am pretty sure that Sonny is unimpressed with you falling or the rock." He listened for a moment with the phone away from his ear, looking at me with a bemused look of tolerance a doting father might reserve for a favored child's tantrum. Finally, he just swiped the phone off and put it away. "She's not particularly happy with your timing, I am afraid, Sonny." Jamie spoke with the delicate decorum of a gambler who has infinite resources.

Me? I was sitting there petting the woman draped on my knee. It's like she was made of wondrous wax that melted and still could shiver and move in the smallest most erotic ways. By now, it was perfectly clear to me that I could fuck this girl and she'd cum buckets and then ask for refills. After what she'd witnessed, it could easily be argued that she was owed such attention. Finally, after the retreat from the precipice into the loving arms of a paradox and the cousin conundrum, I was feeling once again that delightful urge to fuck. Miss Fayre was not a one off. When you lose that urge, the world seems to go all pale and black and white but it is the refusal to notice the shift that is the most worrisome.

The main concern in my mind was getting the rest of my studying done but the female kneeling at my knee seemed destined to add a new assignment to the miles I had to go before I slept. Oddly, I was not put out by the added work load. Then I realized that I had no idea what was next on my agenda but only that I had made a date with Landon and the guys to clarify the disposition and perhaps fate of the MILF List. The idea that this could be done at a Yalta conference seemed irrational to me but I couldn't imagine what else to do. Then I recalled the nudging Blue Man hinting at a solution. Before the matter was settled, however, I'd have new data to put into the grinder and out would come sausage of a different color. Not my sausage, idiots. Another mangled metaphor goes to heaven.

I glanced at Rodney and saw my way to avoid making it plain I didn't know what I was doing or why. He looked like he'd bitten down on a hard boiled egg and discovered the shell was still present and worse, it wasn't hard boiled at all and was trying to figure a way to remedy the situation in the polite company of his new girlfriend's parents. I decided I'd let him squirm so I didn't have to, which was hardly generous but I was petting Candy Cane's hair and my cock was nicely hard and I did need to address these two since they'd been so nice as to appear at seemingly the very moment I'd actually made the decision, but I wanted to have that be the last thing before I took this girl on a leash up stairs and fucked her with Mavis auditing the proceedings. Making her listen to Miss Fayre's responses to being airtight with no offer to participate had just been cruel and I was repenting of my sin and wanted to make recompense. Absolution surely was never so inviting before.

The waiter arrived and we ordered supper. Pet kept touching his leg which made him bend to look at her, which startled him but he showed good poise. He finally got the order and left us. I focused back on Rodney.

"Rodney, something tells me you didn't come all this way to tell me face to face that Ahmay picked me. That's a phone call. So? What's the real reason you are here like this? Stalking me like this?" I dearly hoped I wasn't mistaken but the various little clues that had piled up seemed to coalesce into truth in his eyes. He stared at me with both fear and relief.

"Bro." He muttered, shaking his head without taking his eyes from mine. If he'd have been a white guy, I bet he'd have been beet red, but I had no idea of that in that moment. "Sonny, listen, one of the reasons that Ahmay has been...uh...skittish, that's the word, even though she has been around the fire so to speak has to do with why she has been hesitant to pick you and yet, well, she wants you to fuck her virginless." Rodney stopped then sort of grinned a crooked grin that ordinarily could hold no small amount of menace. As it was, it made him look silly, utterly lacking malice.

So I laughed given my wont to laugh at silly things without forethought. Then I stopped. Not for any good reason but because the female at my knees had tugged my hand down to her mouth and was tenderly licking my palm which made my eyelashes tingle, and then she put my thumb into her mouth and began to gently suck on it. That pretty well scrambled my brain and in the process intercepted any stupid ass comment I might have constructed in a foolish effort to appear all clever and shit. Rodney didn't seem to notice my lucky intervention and went on with his discourse unaware of the woman's sucking effect on my psyche. Rodney backed up and tried again.

"See, it sounds weird that my sister will be present when I fuck the bitches I fuck. And that she turns away from us, even as the girl is cumming or I am or well before that, before I get out my tool to start working in the mine. She knows fucking just from hearing it, but there's more to it than that. The truth is, she wasn't so much listening as she was doing something else altogether and she, well, she didn't want anyone to see." Rodney stopped. The sucking on my right thumb continued, not aggressive but light, tender, like a polite baby might suck milk from Momma's nipple, polite, undemanding but filled with appreciation. The effect being then, that my mind was a salad bowl at a vegetarian picnic, yes, empty. Thus, my silence was neither strategic nor tactical so much as the product of a very pleasant though slight but equally real coma.

"Ahmay has known something for a long time and, well, she shared it with me about the first time she encountered it." Rodney went on. I glanced at Jamie and saw he was rapt with attention which, when you think you are one of a half dozen of the world's most interesting people is no small compliment. I decided to try to be rapt too but the bitch sucking on my thumb stopped to lick my palm again, like a...a...yes, fine, like a pet saying "I love you" in doggy language, or does that mean more "Mmmm, tasty!". It unnerved me and made it difficult to be rapt but I managed a facsimile thereof that proved adequate.

Rodney continued unaware or unconcerned with my divided attention. "She shared it with me and I understood her difficulty, given where we lived. When she was plain, I didn't need to worry. However, the more hot she got the more worried I became. And no, I was not all open minded and shit so I was as worried about what it would mean about me as I was about what it would mean to her...and I admit that, okay?"

Jamie grinned then, like he had the "ah ha" bug fly up his nose. "Ol' bean, no one cares if a female is a rug muncher these days. Lesbians are on every social register and bumping uglies with the rest of us with impunity." Rodney's look would have made Medusa proud. In fact, my dear Jamie St. Vincent looked absolutely and resolutely abashed, which, if the female had not been sucking my thumb, still...again? I'd have laughed, but I was feeling some urgency to get to the end of everything so I could mount the little licking minx. Rodney did an excellent job of ignoring Jamie.

"So I decided I'd keep her with me...she didn't follow me around to listen to me make bitches squeal, though they did." He waved a hand. "Not the point...I kept her with me. I did it because, well, while my boys are good guys mostly, my sister makes men a bit nuts, and I know that. Just looking at her makes a guy think he's got an invitation. She just does that without really knowing what is going on. Invite them I mean and she's not, not ever, not really...it's complicated. I had to bend a nose or two when I left her alone when I went in back to bounce a little pussy around...and I realized that no matter what I did, my dear sister could always inspire a guy to risk everything to get a piece of her...and that would have been terrible for everyone, not the least her. Before she ever realized how, call it agitating, she was, I started having her 'watch over me'. She thought for the longest time she was 'having my back' and in a way she was...having someone fuck my sister would have caused no end of troubles and this made it impossible." He went silent. I had the idea that there was more to be said but Jamie stepped up and let me keep my foot out of my mouth, or more accurately, my thumb in Candy Cane's mouth. I'd adjusted and by golly if it didn't feel natural to me. I adjust quick, huh?