“But Mooommmm… he’s so old!” Cherie whined as Julia brushed her long brown hair.
“Yeah… and… and… why do we have too…” Anna similarly whined as she was seated beside Cherie, Julia having brushed her long blonde hair first.
“Sush, I won’t hear any more from either of you too.” Julia admonished her daughters, “And enough pouting… the both of you… it will give you lines before your time.”
Anna and Cherie both didn’t like it but managed to get, if not a smile on their faces, to stop pouting so much.
“Now, we’ve talked about this before, Charles is lonely after his wife’s passing last year and you both should be honoured that he’s taken an interest in either of you. With your father’s… mismanagement… of the family money, and the insurance not paying out for suicide, we’re on our last leg and we need Charles’ money to stay afloat.”
Both girls let out a sigh and dropped their shoulders, “But…” they both said in unison just before the brush came down in sequence on their bumps. It wasn’t a hard hit, but it ended the conversation more effectively than anything she would have said could have.
“Charles, so good of you to come over.” Julia said with a smile as he stepped into the house and closed the door behind him.
“You remember Anna and Cherie of course?”
Charles smiled as he looked at the three women, “Of course, a pleasure to see you all again.” he replied smoothly as he approached Julia and wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her lower back, and pulling her in slightly towards him before kissing her on the cheek.
He repeated the process with Anna and Cherie, but this time his hand finding it’s perch lower down on their asses, and his lips finding theirs.
Both girls smiled as best they could and tried to accommodate his groping without complaint.
Charles was on the couch and Julia was sitting beside him, her legs pull up on to it as she rested her hand on his shoulder, “So what do you think?” she asked him. The girls had been trying their hardest all afternoon to woe him and she could tell they had him hooked, she just couldn’t quite figure out which one had caught his eye.
He smiled and took a sip of his scotch, “Both have potential… but neither have really taken after their mother…” he replied, looking down at her cleavage she was desperately trying to push forward.
Julia blushed a little and lowered her gaze, “Yes, well… that can be taken care of. Did one pique your interest more than the other?”
He gave a wolfish grin and then titled her head to one side a little and shrugged his shoulders, “Honestly Julia, I can see Cherie as quite the trophy wife. Elegant, sophisticated, a real prize to hang on my arm. Anna on the other hand has a real bimbo vibe going on, or at least the beginnings of one. Slutty, fake, a real wildcat in the bedroom I imagine.”
Julia smiled and nodded, “Oh yes, Cherie would make a great trophy wife, she’s very cultured. Anna is a little more reserved, but she’s a fast learner.”
Charles nodded and smiled again, “I’m sure she would, but there’s nothing quite like… experience, if you know what I mean.” he replied, once more looking down at her chest, causing her to blush once more.
“Of course.” she replied.
“So, I know you’re in desperate straights, financially speaking, Julia. That’s not a problem for me of course, but it does put me in a strong negotiating position.”
Julia wasn’t sure where Charles was going with his line of thinking, but she was sure that he was going to make some kind of offer for one of the girls.
“As such, I don’t think either one can provide me with what I want alone, so here’s what I’m offering. Cherie will become my trophy wife, Anna my bimbo mistress… and you my dear Julia will become my dotting mother-in-law that will do anything please please her new son-in-law.” Charles said and then set down his drink and reached over and grabbed her breast.
Julia gasped and leaned in, finding his lips as her hands reached down and worked his pants. It wasn’t long before her head was bobbing up and down in his lap, her ass in the air as she did.
She couldn’t believe how lucky they had been to bump into him at Dr. Ford’s office as he was leaving his grief therapy session and they were entering their family counseling session.
Now they would be the perfect family together; Anna the bimbo slut that fucked Charles six ways to Sunday, Cherie the trophy wife that he showed off to all his friends, and her, the mother-in-law that adored her son-in-law more than anyone else.
