Extending the MILF List Ch. 20

"Say it."

"I want to have sex with my son." Her lack of hesitation put me at ease. I realized in some remote way how I'd run an emotional earthquake into her world with nary a thought but to defend myself from her, to engage her in the illicit sexual hankypanky I found so irresistible. I dialed Dalia.

"Sonny? Is something wrong?"

"Hey, give over the mom voice. You're making me love sick."

"For mom? Sonny! Don't talk like that." Dalia giggled, the mom voice vanished. "I'll be jealous. What do you want?"

"I want to fuck you while some people watch. You've been incredibly patient, I think its time for you and I to make some memories of our own."

Silence.

Uh oh.

"What?" I asked, my little brother whine kicked in automatically.

"Sonny, Tawny told us about what you did with her the other day. She, my god, she loved that! You are such a good brother but I have to tell you, I'm not comfortable stealing that from her like this. You should be calling her."

"No I shouldn't." I countered immediately.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm calling you! This is your time. I want to introduce you as my sister and then fuck you until you scream."

Her breath blew out against her phone like a rising wind.

"Oh gracious me, Sonny, you mean that don't you?"

"I do. I mean it for certain. This, it might not work out very well, it could blow up in my face but, you know, it'd be an adventure."

"Like with Tawny and those two women, the, the..."

"The Travers women."

"Were they really mother and daughter?"

At the very moment, my phone told me someone else was calling.

"Sis, let me call you back. I need to take this."

It was Hassum. I switched from sister Dalia to the Swish with a Wish.

"Mr. Amir, good afternoon." I got a confident thrill from remembering his last name. Hassum didn't seem to notice.

"I gather the Travers women are gone?" He asked.

"Shipped them out this morning. Everything okay?" I got a rush then, suddenly remembering what that was all about and wondering if it was actually successful. I wondered vaguely is this was the notice, one way or another.

"I just got off the phone with them both. Seems that you never mentioned their cross-pollination with their lovers. Nor did you push them to their limit and make them cry uncle to Rictor Travers."

His voice was formal, accusatory. I mentally shrugged. I'd done the best I could. Not like I was lacking pussy but I might not have a car when this call was over. Shit, how would I pay for all the things I put on the credit card these last few days. I touched the collar around Carol Lynn's neck. She lifted her head, craned up and kissed me just under the jaw line. It was so tender, so sweet, I nearly cried. Well, actually, I nearly told Hassum to bite me and hung up so I could fuck her. I didn't though. I'd take my medicine but I wasn't going to apologize!

"That's right. I push towards boundaries when it makes for more pleasure, not just to make someone squirm. I did what I could do and if that isn't enough, well, then I guess I'm not your man." I paused. "I'd like another chance though. This, this is just awkward for me because I like women and I like using them for sex toys and hearing them scream...I guess I don't know how to blend what I do with what your client wants. Shall I tell Sid..."

"Sonny, Sonny, Sonny my lad, don't tell Sid anything. They told me they both told you they were mother and daughter then not mother and daughter."

"Yeah, that's right. About that, just who the heck were they anyway?"

"They were Rictor Travers' wife and daughter just as we told you originally."

"What was all that guff about...all the other stuff about?"

"Sonny, listen to me, I'm calling to tell you that my client is very pleased with the results. Mrs. Travers worked for him, actually for his father some years back, before she met and married Travers. Imogen was a delight and she begged for the chance to offer her daughter as his present assistant. Travers made that problematic, being the asshole that he is, and I don't mean that in the good way, as I might under other circumstances. Still, he wanted to give her a chance to be his assistant." Hassum paused.

I waited but he didn't continue. He was waiting for me to verify we still had a connection.

"What does any of that have to do with me?"

"You never spoke of any of what you had been told to anyone. Not Imogen, not...ah..."

"Miriam."

"Uh, right, Miriam, and not to anyone else as near as we can determine. Not Alissa, not anyone."

"So? I have a mind like a steel trap and a memory like a lily pad."

"A lily pad?"

"Oh, I don't know what that means, I guess I panicked."

Hassum chuckled.

"Mr. Duncan, you have something that is of inestimable value to me and to my client."

"What's that? Lots of spare pussy? I told you I'd share if you wanted to take a walk on the wild side."

Hassum chuckled again but it was business-like and evanescent.

"No, you have charm. Imogen said she wanted to visit you again as soon as possible and Miriam said essentially the same thing."

"Essentially?" I was skeptical.

"She said she wanted to and I quote, meet the rest of your friends, and fuck them."

"Oh." I was surprised. This wasn't going the way I thought it would but it was going how I'd hoped it would all along. So the surprise was pleasant and endearing. I love surprises like this.

"Sonny, listen, you may have charm but the true value of this little demonstration is that you are dependably discreet. Neither woman knows, even now, that they are having sex with the other's lover. I expected that to be the topic of conversation but no, not a peep from either of them and when questioned, they were shocked and, well, somewhat irate that I'd mentioned it to you. However, once the initial shock passed, they were both comfortable that I'd not jeopardized them by telling you about it."

"You mean its true? They are both fucking each other's lovers?"

"I think it was all true, everything you heard them say except for the part about them not being mother and daughter; that they most assuredly are. Rictor has been having sex with his daughter and Imogen has convinced him and everyone they know that she's lesbian, including her daughter...but with a few notable exceptions who have fucked her right properly in every hole that matters to the narrow-minded heterosexual. All of this you seemed to have occasion to know but at no time did you ever mention it to anyone, including me, or them. That, my fine horny friend, is discretion that matters. Charm without discretion is nearly worthless and discretion without charm is, well, charmless."

I blinked, breathing deep. I couldn't believe it. I scarcely dared hope.

"So, what does that all mean?" I probed for hope, seeing if it was still alive.

"My client would like you to interview his assistants. He has some he'd like you to interview but he has directed me to instruct you to use your best approach and not resort to any of the corporate bullshit I'd suggested. No cameras, no filming you fucking them or any of that. He wants you to select his assistant for him."

"No shit." I muttered, amazed.

"No shit." Hassum repeated sardonically and then he laughed.

"How long do I have?"

Hassum laughed.

"See! I love that about you. You get right to the essence of the matter and don't get distracted by peripheral issues like delicious pussy. You have until July when his current assistant is departing service, to get married. I tell you this, so you understand that he neither ruins the woman he uses in this manner nor begrudges them such happiness as they may find while working under him." Hassum chortled. "Under him. I meant to say that!"

I grunted, disbelieving but suddenly all nervous and shit. I had a job fucking. I had an inspiration.

"You have some picked out?"

"We do."

"I think they should bring someone with them to contribute to the process. A relative, like the Travers women did."

I listened to the silence, all insecure in thinking that I'd screwed the pooch already and I'd only just gotten the job.

"An interesting approach, I must say." Hassum said, in a thoughtful voice after a painful pause. "One of our difficulties all along has been how to maintain discretion even with those who have been rejected...you offer an ingenious way to ensure none of the candidates will make their interview public in any way. How do you propose to negotiate that?"

I grunted.

"Fuck all if I know. If you think its a real possibility, though, I'll give it some thought."

"One of the reasons Mr. Traver's breech of etiquette didn't get him hustled out of the running for the contracts in question was this matter of the assistant and the, unbeknowst to him, connection between Imogen and...er...my client. It is a secret which I just now realize I have disclosed to you and I feel very comfortable with that and I need not tell you to remain mum on that point. You have the job, my boy, and I'll be in touch."

"Wait, one more thing...what if I have someone that might fit into your profile? Can I recommend her?"

Hassum didn't answer right away.

"Honestly, Sonny, that is problematic because there is an extensive background review to be done and I would doubt any of the women you'd suggest would endure it or care to endure it to the extent that it is necessary."

"Oh, well, okay. Listen, something to think about though, can I use, ah, other women in the interview process? I mean, I introduced several women to Imogen and Miriam..."

"Yes, they mentioned that in passing and I was going to ask you about that. So long as you disclose nothing of the nature of your vetting or the propose, I don't see a problem. Any breech in discretion is serious, however, and should not be accepted lightly and would not be, in fact."

"I understand. I just think a little group think has benefits here. I doubt that she is going to just be fucking your client, so it would be advisable to have some idea of how she responds in a more or less public context." I was just thinking out loud.

"Mr. Duncan, you continue to amaze me. We have never discussed such conditions but you have rightly intuited them. I confirm them only to let you know that such a determination is involved and should not be undervalued."

"I think I'd like to think more about it but just for the sake of argument, I am thinking that I fuck them all in various ways until all but one are eliminated."

"The process of elimination...though I should be suspicious of your motives because of the increased incidence of penetration...implicit in what you're suggesting. I'm not. Any other man would gain my askance but in this case, I don't think you lack for sexual partners, so I take it in the manner it was intended."

"Good. I can only intend things in one way, one at a time."

"And that guilelessness, Mr. Duncan is part of your considerable charm, misleading as it is. There is absolutely nothing singular about you, Sonny. You shouldn't represent yourself in that way. It does not do you justice. That you believe it, dear boy, is truly part of your charm."

I grinned but could think of nothing to say. I was glad I'd taken a nap though. Naps are wonderful!

"I'll be in touch and we'll work out a proper contract that provides you both remuneration and an expense account, which I don't mind telling you will be generous. My client has very little compunction about expending resources to find the right woman for him. If you are successful, you will have the world at your feet."

"Oh, I just want half of it, maybe 40%. That's enough, although I have a fantasy about trying to convert a legitimate lesbian to the ways of the cock."

Hassum laughed.

"I feel the same way about you but I fear we will both continue unrequited in this. I wanted to let you know things went swimmingly and to tell you congratulations. I'll call Alissa as well. I'm sure she'll be thrilled."

"You have no idea how thrilled she's about to be."

"Nor do you, my young sir, nor do you!"

I had a thought.

"Uh, Mr. Hassum?"

He chuckled.

"Yes, Sonny." Not the same effect, but still nice to hear.

"I just had a thought. You know, if I'm going to basically sexually interview women for your client, wouldn't it make sense to meet and greet his present assistant? You know, to get a feel for what he likes? I'm trying to match a woman to a man I don't know and have never met. Wouldn't it make sense to meet the woman whose been servicing him to this point?"

"Mr. Duncan, don't use that particular phrase with respect to her or him, please."

Uh oh. I'd stepped in it.

"Okay. Sorry."

His tone lightened immediately.

"Of course, the tripwires we have are mysteries to you. I'll not hold you to account when you stumble into them. Or at least I'll try not to. I'll ask after that idea and see if she thinks it has merit. What you are really asking is if he wishes to reproduce her or to find someone new and different. Given what I know of him and of you Mr. Duncan and your performance these last few days, I think he'll indicate you should select the proper woman for him, not for him, but the one you like the best, the one you would pick for you to keep, to use, to offer up and to share, whom you would then be expected to surrender completely to him for just such service. Oh my god, I have blundered into my own tripwire! Sonny, you cad, you make me all thumbs!"

Hassum hung up.

During the whole conversation, Carol Lynn lay against my chest, calm and at ease. When the call ended, she lifted her head and looked up at me.

"Don't forget to call your sister." She said, her voice rich with amusement or perhaps, interest. I took it that she understood clearly why I'd presented her with my ultimatum. I only hoped I'd manage to collect on it before too long, but I had no idea what doing so would require. I just thought it might be fun. After Sean and Lydia Favors, I rather got a charge out of such endeavors.

I called Dalia.

"Sonny, we'll both do it." Dalia answered my call with those words.

"Excuse me."

"I spoke with Tawny and she wants to do it again and agreed to let me tag along."

"Dalia, no, this should be just for you."

"I couldn't alone. Having you inside her while people observe, not knowing she's your sister, that's her fantasy. I couldn't..."

"Sure you could and besides, tonight I'm going to introduce you as my sister. That's the point, actually."

"Um, Sonny, don't you think that's a bit risky? I mean, do you know these people?"

I grunted, chuckling to myself while I tried to sort out how to explain Mercy St. Vincent and Patricia Goodshall to my sister.

"Dalia, I don't think that's going to be a problem. They have the same mother but their fathers are father and son."

"Father and son? Oh my, that would make them...oh, heavens, let me see! They'd, they'd be half-sisters in one respect and, and, and..." She got stuck, so I helped out.

"Aunt and niece in the other."

"Oh, yes...I see. So, so, being told you are having sex with your own sister would hardly shock them."

I chuckled.

"Having sex with two sisters might, though."

Dalia giggled.

"Shall I tell Tawny? About them? Or that you are going to introduce her as your sister?" Dalia laughed out loud then. "I think not. I won't tell her but let her think its like the other night. Oh, this should be enjoyable."

I shook my head, amazed at Dalia. She did tend to sneak up on you.

"Where and when?"

"I'll have to let you know. At the moment, I am not sure. Dress nice, almost formally, though." I was feeling ebullient. "Buy something nice if you can leave work early and I'll pay for it." After speaking with Hassum, I was feeling rich! Man, do I like that feeling!

Dalia tried to object but I told her this was a good time to just shut up and let me be a nice guy for once. She giggled and said okay.

"Fuck you later." She said and hung up.

This time, Carol Lynn lifted her head, twisted and kissed me on the mouth. Just at that precise moment when her lips touched mine, Annie opened the door and saw the blonde kissing me. Annie glared at me. I had to put this to rest and right then.

"Anne, please come here." She walked over to me, but her carriage was all umbrage and damage. I twisted Carol Lynn on my lap so her back was against my chest and her legs dangled over both sides of my knees, opening her. "Kiss her, Anne." I said softly. I felt Carol Lynn shift, grinding her ass against my hard cock.

Anne gazed down at me for a moment then she bent over the woman on my lap and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Carol Lynn's body tensed against me, like she was getting ready to jump off a building and the nerve was knotting up in her body. I reached out, grasped Anne by the back of the head and held her in place. She didn't struggle. She kissed Carol Lynn again but this time, with growing passion. One of her little hands reached down inside the drape of the fuzzy dress and palmed the woman's breast. Carol Lynn moaned into the lurid kiss. I held her around the waist while Anne kissed and caressed her. When I released Anne's head, she stood up, licking her lips.

"She kisses very nicely." Anne said, in her clipped British accent.

"You too." Carol Lynn responded. "Oh god. I'm committed, now, aren't I?"

I bent down and kissed her ear.

"Anything for pleasure." I whispered.

She shuddered and struggled off my lap.

"What?"

"You're phone's ringing."

And so it was. I answered it.

"Mr. Duncan?" The British accent identified it as Jamie St. Vincent.

"Speaking. How are you, Jamie."

"Distracted. You haven't changed your mind about Mrs. Honeywell, have you?"

"Not for a moment have I had a doubt and I'd bet her ass that she hasn't gotten anything done today of any value."

"I get that. My god, I thought I'd be able to put it out of my mind but I haven't. I am calling to see if we are still on schedule for tonight."

"Yes, Alissa and her sister Melissa Crawford will be ready for you when you are. I just need where and when and I'll deliver them. I believe Mrs. Crawford will be nearly as aroused as Mrs. Honeywell."

"Ahem. Yes, well, the other matter, I need to distract my father. Did you have an idea about that or shall I pursue some oriental hookers for him?"

"I have that covered I think, again with where and when."

"He's going back to the Marquis. If you could deliver her to him, that would be lovely. Will she be willing to spend the night with him?"

"If I tell her to do so, she will. He's not vicious in any way, is he? That would be unacceptable." I asked that just to disguise what familiarity I had with his father.

"My father is meek as a lamb but a bit of a ram in bed, so Mercy says, once his pants come off." Jamie laughed. "I know much more of his sexual proclivities than any son has any right to know about his father. That he loves oriental women is a confession he made to Mercy early on and her reaction was to fuck him silly, trying to erase that, so she said. She gave up and uses that proclivity to arouse him when necessary. As for them, Mercy and her, er, sister, Patricia, I asked my father to leave an envelop for you at the desk of the Marquis. It will have the key card for the room where Mercy and Patricia will be. I got them a room at the China Sparrow. I am only just now thinking of this, I'm afraid.

"How are you going to address yourself to them? I mean...?" Jamie asked. He stalled, unable to finish the thought.

"You mean how am I going to convince them to fuck me? I think I have an idea that might work. I do need you to arrange something for me. I need you to arrange for them to meet me someplace, for supper as it were. We'll see how things go from there."