Chapter 8 - Head of the Household

DENNIS TALBOT

I can’t believe he’s back on the scene! I curse the smarmy bastard and crane my neck to peer out of my living room window again. I need to take my tablets. This level of stress isn’t good for me.

The jerk doesn’t even have the decency to park his showy BMW down the street. Like he used to with the big blue one he had before when Harry was alive. It’s on her fucking drive! Streetlights reflected off it. He’s like a squatter in her house!

Why, oh why, did he have to re-appear and mess everything up? I’ve only just seen that other bastard Paul Bailey off. Got him out of Sophie’s hair and now this!! Philip ‘The Snake’ Hastings all over again.

I chew on the only fingernail that has anything left to get my teeth into.

I’ll be telling her. As soon as that cunt has gone. I’ll spell it out. Exactly the same way I did about Paul ‘Shit-house’ Bailey. She’ll get the message alright. There’s no Harry to get in our way now. That woman is mine. We’re living together and then getting married. And when we do, there’ll be no other men allowed within a mile of her. And Sophie Machin needs to understand that.

What if Hastings wants her back though? And this time for real. If he smooth-talks his way back into her life? Back into her bed?

My flesh crawls and I pace the living room with my heart palpitating. She wouldn’t entertain him again. Would she? Not after everything she said about how he let her down?

She might. She’s soft. She’s gullible. And if he’s next door now because he wants her back, and if she falls for his bullshit again, then what do I do? The guy’s far nearer her age than I am. And he’s all flash with his tailored suits and his stupid designer stubble and that fucking car. He’s not the kind of man to get off on sharing his woman. Not like Sophie’s son-in-law with Rachel.

‘His’ woman? Sophie has to be mine. I waited too long for my shot to let him come back on the scene and steal her from me.

I clench a fist and peer back out of the window. I can’t consider the prospect of being on my own again. Not after getting so close. So near to being part of a proper couple for the first time in years. Not after spending so many nights in that warm bed of hers. Up to my balls inside Sophie Machin. With a ready-made family too.

For a moment I let my thoughts dwell on the physical features of Sophie’s brazen two eldest daughters. Christmas in their company.

Despite my anger, my dick twitches in my pants.

That asshole Paul Bailey would piss himself laughing if he heard whose car was on Sophie’s drive right now.

I check my wristwatch. It’s nearly nine pm. Hastings has been there for over two hours! Two fucking hours! What do you say to any woman for two hours?

What if she’s taken him upstairs? If she couldn’t wait to pull her panties down for him?

I could throw up.

But I need to know. I don’t care now if they see me.

I march into my hallway and open the front door. Then, as quietly as possible, I creep out onto my drive so I can see all the windows of Sophie’s house.

The curtains are drawn downstairs! My stomach fists into a ball. She doing it, isn’t she? She’s fucking him!

I want to march over there right now. Thump on her door. Yell through her letter box to get his ass out of there.

But how can I? He’s years younger than me. And I’ve always thought he looks the type that wouldn’t hesitate to use his fists. Ever since I first saw him. When he used to give rides to Rachel. And he got her in bed too. He’s nothing more than a flashy thug. People like him don’t hesitate to pick fights with retirees like me. Coward.

I stomp back to mine and slam the door behind me.

Besides, if I started trouble with him, Sophie might take pity on him and even take his side. Women can be like that. Weak and disloyal.

I should have my own key to hers anyway. I should be free to come and go there. To let myself in and if he ever shows up to tell him myself to stay the fuck away. Well, when he’s gone I’ll be telling exactly that. She’ll be in no doubt that I..,

A car starts up outside and I race to the living room window again.

It’s him.

I wait until his car and exhaust fumes disappear up the road then I hurry out of the house again.

I stomp across my drive, stride up hers, and jab her front doorbell.

She answers almost right away.

She’s in her fucking dressing gown. And heels.

“What are you doing dressed like that?” I frown at her.

“Dennis,” her eyebrows arch.

Is she disappointed it’s me? Did she think I was Hastings missing her already? Has she re-drawn or painted those eyebrows so they’re bolder?

“You think I was lover boy come back, did you?” I ask and ease inside the right past her without a glance.

“Dennis don’t be like this, please. I didn’t know he was coming round here. It was hard enough seeing him again after so long.”

Has she been crying?

“You rekindled things alright together though, by the look of you,” I turn and grip the lapel of her dressing gown. Her big tits shift beneath. Has she got nothing on under the gown? I let her go and march down her hallway to her kitchen.

She’s been drinking too. I smelt it on her breath.

In her kitchen, I peer around for evidence of what she’s been up to. And I’ll be checking her bedroom next. Then between her legs.

There’s a glass of red wine with dregs in it on the kitchen table and one of Harry’s empty beer glasses.

“We didn’t rekindle anything Dennis,” Sophie sighs and drains the remains of her drink. “Here, let me get you a beer,” she takes her empty wine glass away and opens the fridge.

“I don’t want a beer,” I tell the back of her. That dressing gown always shows how big and round her ass is. I bet that bastard got an eyeful.

“I know you do want one,” she says, and in that sexy voice she sometimes uses when she pretends to chide me. I take a deep breath to calm my anger down and then sit at the kitchen table.

Her heels click back toward me over the floor and she hands me a glass and a white and green can of Genesee cream ale. “See? I got your favorite,” she smiles.

“Was he drinking my favorite, too?”

Sophie sighs and leans back against the worktop with her legs crossed. Her pins do look good in the heels and sometimes I wish she didn’t always give me the horn.

She’s the same as her daughters. Always dressing to tease a man.

“How come you’re in your dressing gown when you’ve had that flashy bastard around here?”I eye her with suspicion.

“I was about to go in the bath when he turned up at my door,” she shrugs, and again those big tits shift. She tightens her gown around her body.

“You shouldn’t have let him in,” I say and pop the can. “What did he want?”

“Just some stupid idea for a job,” she says.

“What job? With him? I don’t want you working with him again.”

“I’m not,” she says and crosses her arms over her tits.

“You told him that?”

Sophie nods.

“So he won’t be coming back here?” I ask and swallow a big mouthful of beer.

“No,” she shrugs, “Why would he?”

“You tell me.”

“Dennis, why are you being like this with me?”

“Why?” I scowl up at her, “How about because you’ve had another man around here for over two hours while you’ve been cavorting in your dressing gown and high heels the whole time?”

“It wasn’t my fault,” she sighs.

“No, Sophie. It never is,” I down another mouthful and wipe my mouth with a forearm, “I never know where I am with you. I thought you appreciated everything I’m doing around here for you?” I gesture around the kitchen.

“And I do,” she says and her shoulders sag.

“So when are you putting this house on the market and moving in with me?” I ask her again while I have her emotionally on the ropes and I stare at her, “Sell this place and marry me. You’d never have to worry about getting a job, not ever again.”

“I can’t. Not yet,” she shakes her head.

“Why not?” I ask, exasperated. Still? “What’s to stop you?”

“Dennis, don’t shout at me,” She turns away to the window.

I should grab the back of her neck and throw the bitch over my knee. Slap the hell of that fat ass. But I’m too angry now. She’s taking the piss out of me. “I’m going home,” I slam the drink down on the table and get to my feet.

“Dennis, don’t go,” she says and comes after me, “I thought we could watch a movie together,” she grabs at my arm.

I’m hurt and I want her to feel the same way. I need commitment.

“I might as well,” I jerk my arm free, “You obviously don’t want to be with me.”

“I do,” she grabs my arm again in the hallway and her eyes are filled up, “I don’t want to be on my own.”

“You’ve got your daughters,” I glance at the stairs.

“They’re both out.”

“So call your precious Philip back,” I say and pretend I’m determined to get to the front door, “I’m sure you’ve still got his number. No doubt he’ll race back as fast as he can and give you all the ‘company’ you need.”

“I don’t want Phil. I want you to stay here with me,” she says and looks ready to cry.

Good.

“Please Dennis,” she clings to me halfway down her hallway and then smothers my face with kisses. Her tears are salty on my lips. “Let me show you how sorry I am that I upset you.” She looks down and fumbles with the belt of my pants.

“Sex isn’t the answer to everything Sophie,” I remove her hands. I want to push her ‘suffering’ the extra mile.

“Don’t you want me to?” she asks and she looks right into my eyes, her voice has weakened. Like she’s used the only weapon in her armory but it didn’t work.

I won’t tell her not to go to work on me. I fucking want it. But she can beg.

“Please?” her voice cracks, but she must be able to read my face because her brow relaxes and her mouth softens to a dirty smile.

“Do it right here,” I say and point at the rug near my feet, “in your hallway.”

“Mmm,” she bites her bottom lip like the dirty bitch she is and I let her unfasten my pants. She yanks the cords down with my shorts and follows them to the floor.

“This is the least you could do for me,” I hold her head with both hands.

“Have I been a bad girl?” she gazes up at me from her knees and then grips my rod.

“Uhh, yeah. You’re always a bad girl,” I tell her and coil her thick, golden brown hair around a clenched fist.

“Uhhmm,” she moans.

“Suck it then,” I pull her hair and shake her head from side to side.

“Mmm,” she grimaces like I hurt her, but she licks the head of my shaft.

I reach down for the front of her dressing gown and tug the sides of it open to free her huge jugs.

“Tell me about the job Hastings offered you,” I say.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” her hair brushes against my bare thighs as she draws my rod deep into her hot mouth.

“Oh yeah,” I gasp but then jerk my hips away from her. My stiffy plops from her mouth and she grabs at it again. “Tell me everything he said,” I say.

“He’s a bastard, Dennis,” she licks my balls.

“We both know that. Now what did he want?” I tug her hair hard and she squeals. Her tits slap together.

“Ow, ow, He wanted me and Rachel to work together for him, but I won’t do it,” she grips my tool and smacks kisses up the length of it, all around it and even underneath.

“Oh yeah,” I groan. There ain’t no way I’m letting a woman like this slip through my fingers.

“Let’s not talk about him anymore,” she stuffs my dick back into her mouth.

But something about her daughter’s potential involvement too has caught my interest. That cunt Hastings has had the pair of them. Now he wants them to work together for him?

“What exactly was the job?”

“Uck, uck, uck,” she ignores me and sucks real hard, she caresses my bare ass with both hands.

Those details from her can wait. I hold her head tight and face fuck her.

“You see why you and I need to be together now Sophie?” I grunt and work my hips at her, I pull her willing head and shoulders to my groin. Her big bare tits, “Uhh, to protect you from men like Hastings.” I reach down and feel and squeeze those tits some more. “And your girls too. You’re all vulnerable. There’ll always be unscrupulous men like Hastings or that Paul Bailey trying to take advantage of you, Uhh, uhh.”

“Uhh, uck, uck.”

“You and me, uhh, we need to stay together, get married,” I grunt and hold her firm “So I can uhh, always look out for you. I want to do that. But I need your commitment.”

“Mmm, I love that you want me so much Dennis,” she stops sucking and slobbers around my balls.

“Right, so keep sucking,” I grab my drooling dick from her fist and slap either side of her face with it. “Suck me hard.”

“Mmm, yes,” she moans and closes her eyes again.

There’s a scraping noise at the front door and a car horn toots.

Someone’s here!

I jerk my body back and away from Sophie, I drag my pants up and try to cram my drizzling hard-on back into them and help haul her to her feet at the same time.

She shovels her tits back into her dressing gown as I zip my dick away.

“Lanie,” Sophie says and her fucking hair is all over the place, “I wasn’t expecting you back from your Zumba class so soon.”

“Obviously not,” Lanie snorts and slams the front door closed.

I don’t think she saw what we were doing.

“I got a lift tonight and came straight back,” Lanie side-eyes me without acknowledgment as she strides all legs down the hall toward the kitchen in a little jacket but tight, tight, turquoise leggings and white sneakers.

Oh yeah, the girl really is the hottest Machin, and no mistake. I get reminded of it every time I lay eyes on the little minx.

“Don’t worry,” she yells out of sight, in the kitchen now, “I wouldn’t have come back so soon if I’d known he’d be here again.”

The little bitch is talking about me. I run a finger around the inside of my shirt collar.

Sophie doesn’t respond to her daughter’s words but she follows to the kitchen. I do the same.

“Is everything OK between you and Roy?” Sophie asks when we get there.

“What’s Roy got to do with it?” Lanie pours herself a glass of water.

“I don’t know,” her mom shrugs, “You’re just always in such a bad mood every time you come home.”

“Probably because I can’t call home ‘my own’ anymore,” she side-eyes me a second time.

“Look, I’ll be putting a load of washing on tonight,” Sophie changes the subject and looks her daughter up and down, “If you want those dance things doing, then you better give them to me.”

“You want me to strip off in front of our neighbor? Just because you’re always doing that?”

“Lanie, hey,” I can’t help saying, “You shouldn’t talk like that to your..”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to say to my own Mom,” she yells at me, “This isn’t your house!” she storms out of the room.

Jesus. It must be her time of the month.

“I only meant take them off upstairs,” Sophie yells after her and then sighs, “Get changed into something else up there,” she yells at her again, “Then bring the dirty clothes back down. With anything else you want washing.”

I try not to dwell too much on the mental image of that girl stripping off in front of me.

Or of her worn underwear.

“Dennis, you better go,” Sophie lowers her voice. “I need to make sure she’s OK.”

“But you didn’t finish..” I grip the front of my pants and frown at her, “I haven’t even..”

“There’ll be plenty of other times,” She kisses me. “We’ll probably see each other tomorrow, won’t we? You don’t mind, do you? Please?” she looks beyond me to the hallway.

Shit. That kid upstairs needs to be put firmly in her place. And as soon as I’m head of this household she will.

They all will.

Author's Notes

Is there any way for Sophie (and her family) to avoid the clutches of Dennis Talbot? Or do you see a future where she's his wife and Lanie his stepdaughter? And Rachel too for that matter.

Lanie might have alternatives - like Roy's offer, University, or whatever an interview with the Coyle Corp might bring, but what about Sophie? Where else could she go from here?

 It would be great to hear what you think in the comments below.

Next week, Kevin and wife Evie get together with Joe and Rachel...

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