Illicit Inheritance: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  He took a seat at one side of the long, immaculately set, rectangular table, and then thought better of it and moved to the host’s seat, all the way at the end. He was the Count, he reminded himself. It was something that would take some getting used to, for sure, and John was beginning to understand that it meant more than just having the title.

  “He was at the bar?” Natalie’s voice echoed through the lobby and into the dining room. John shifted in his seat, turning so he could face his mom and Olivia as they came in.

  “Lady Ludling, I don’t know why he was there,” said Olivia.

  “The owner of it is a seedy man, and he’d do just about anything to get on the good side of the Ludling family!” Natalie’s voice was upset, and a little angry. “Olivia, you need to keep him away from places like that!”

  “Yes of course, milady.”

  John wanted to point out that it had been her that had left him on his own in the town, and Olivia had come and gotten him out of the Red Thorn Tavern, but it felt unwise to butt in. The two of them walked into the dining room together and smiled at him, and then took the two nearest seats to his side of the table, across from each other.

  Olivia was back to wearing her maid uniform, and began serving food from the platters without being asked. Natalie smiled at her son, and John could detect a hint of tension behind it. He thought back to what they had talked about earlier that day, and could instantly tell from her expression that she was about to bring it up.

  “John, sweetie,” she said. “Have you come to a decision yet? About what, exactly, we’re going to do with the estate?”

  John sighed. His mom’s voice was gentle, but also very hopeful. He could tell that she wanted him to say that he hated the island, and wanted his own life back, but it was anything but the truth. Olivia cut a piece of roasted duck and set it on his plate, along with a small bowl of the vegetable soup.

  “I haven’t mom,” he said. “I’m sorry. I think we should stay here for the next couple of days. I’m sure that it will be easy enough for me to decide after that. And it’s up to both of us, isn’t it?”

  Olivia glanced at Natalie, who looked like she was struggling to hold her tongue, and then at John, as she dropped a slice of bread down next to his duck.

  “Count John, the will was explicit,” said the maid. “The entirety of the estate has been left to you. Your mother…” She glanced at Natalie again, looking as though she was choosing her words carefully, as not to offend her. “She is Lady Ludling, but it’s more of a ceremonial title, if you excuse me saying so.”

  “Oh…” John stared ahead blankly, feeling the eyes of both of the beautiful women locked onto his face.

  “Sir, the two of us are at your disposal,” said Olivia. “I don’t mean to speak for you mother, but regardless of what you decide, I’m sure we will both abide by your decision, and be here for you in any way you need.”

  It was one of the only things that Olivia had said since their arrival that Natalie didn’t look like she objected to. She nodded slowly, and then smiled at her son.

  “We can talk about it more later,” she said. “But it’s as your maid says, John. The decision is yours to make.”

  There was another tense, awkward silence. John felt his cock stirring in his pants, and was a little taken aback by his body’s inappropriate, uncalled for reaction. He looked down at his plate and began cutting into the meat.

  “Anyway, let’s just talk about something else,” said Natalie. “Tell me what you think of the island, sweetie. I have mixed memories of this place, but as far as the actual landscape goes, I know that it’s quite impressive.”

  “It’s amazing, mom,” he said.

  The rest of the meal went by in relatively good spirits. The food was delicious, and John hadn’t realized how hungry he was. He laughed and joked with his mom about the bar owner, Chad, keeping to himself what had happened with the man’s wife, and talked about the beach and the nice view form the cliffs. Olivia joined in, and even managed to step out of her formal manner of speech, for a minute or two.

  “I took out a special bottle of wine from the old count’s wine cellar for the occasion,” said the maid. “I guess technically it’s yours now, John… I mean, Count John.”

  John held up his hand and smiled at her.

  “Enough with that, Olivia, you can call me whatever you like.”

  She nodded in a way that he still found a little too obedient, but then flashed him a feisty, flirty smile, and reached for the bottle across the table.

  “That is assuming that your mother lets you drink it,” she said. “You aren’t 21 yet, of course.”

  Natalie opened her mouth in mock exasperation, and then shook her head and waved her hand.

  “He’s the Count, and this is his castle,” she said. “I’m not sure of normal laws even apply here. But that doesn’t go for everything, sweetie. I want you to always ask me, or at least check with Olivia, before doing something that you think might be suspect.”

  John nodded, and watched as Olivia twirled in a cork screw and then pulled it out. She looked happy and full of fun, which contrasted sharply against her maid uniform, even with the low cut blouse and short skirt. She poured a bit of the red wine into three glasses, and handed John and his mom one.

  “Cheers,” said John. Olivia and Natalie responded in kind, and after clinking their glasses, they drank together merrily.

  It was late in the evening when the meal finally came to an end. Olivia bid John and Natalie good night, and the two of them left and walked up to the third floor on slightly tipsy legs. Natalie stopped outside of the Lady’s room, her new room, and turned to her son.

  “I’m going to change into some more comfortable sleeping attire,” she said. “Don’t fall asleep right away John, I’d like to talk to you a little more before you do.”

  He nodded.

  “Okay mom,” he said. “I… guess I’ll wait up for you in my room, then.”

  John had only taken a brief look at the Count’s room during the tour that Olivia had given him, and it shocked him a little to see up close just how big it was. He walked across the floor of it, staring at the huge curtained bed, the desk that looked like it was more expensive than everything he had formally owned, and wondered how he could possibly fill such a space.

  Olivia had set out a set of fine, silk pajamas on top of the wardrobe next to his bed, and John changed into them. The fabric was soft and smooth, and it made him feel as though he was being caressed just by wearing them.

  He sat down on his bed, and wondered about how many people it would take to really fill it up. It was at least twice the size of his bed back home, and that one had never been too small for him.

  There was a soft knock on the door, and he was drawn out of his thoughts.

  “John? Can I come in?” It was his mom, but her voice sounded distant from all the way across the room.

  “Of course,” he said. “Go right ahead.”

  The door opened, and Natalie stepped through it. She was wearing a tiny silk nightgown that was almost sheer, and bordered on the verge of being lingerie. John blushed as he realized that he could see a lot of his mom’s cleavage, and blushed a little more when he noticed how short the garment was.

  “I just wanted to make sure I touched base with you about your decision, sweetie.” She walked across the room as she spoke, each step taken with graceful elegance.

  “Mom, I haven’t decided anything,” said John. “Just because we’re here now, it doesn’t mean we’ll always be here.”

  His mom reached the bed, and slowly took a seat next to him on it, sitting close enough to make his heart race in his chest, close enough so that he could feel the warmth of her body, and smell the gentle scent of perfume, the same one he’d always known her to wear, ever since he’d been a child.

  “The mansion, the maid, all of the money, the lifestyle, John, it has a way of seducing people, whether they like it or not.” Natalie put a hand down on hi
s thigh, and John felt his cock being to stir indiscriminately in his pants. He was nervous, and a little aroused, and ashamed of himself for being so responsive to her presence, his own mother’s presence.

  “I… I’m not going to be seduced, mom.” John wasn’t sure of the words even as he spoke them with all of the confidence he could muster. He felt his mom’s hand slide a little bit along his leg, up and down, and felt his cock harden even more. An erection would be impossible to hide in the thin fabric of the pajama pants, and he was mortified of the possibility.

  “I think you already have been, to a certain extent.” Natalie gave him a knowing smile, and John began to worry that she knew about what had happened between him and Olivia, or even about what had happened at the bar in town.

  “Mom, I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say.” John shifted his legs, and without realizing it or even meaning to, spread them open further, pushing his mom’s hand closer to forbidden territory and giving her much better, much less appropriate access to his cock.

  “You don’t have to say anything, honey,” she whispered. “I’ll be here for you, either way, whether we stay or whether we go.”

  Natalie’s hand drifted further up, and John felt his breath catch in his throat. He couldn’t believe that she was doing what he thought she was doing, what he felt her doing, even as her fingers made it all the way up his thigh and came to a rest right at the base of his shaft.

  “Mom,” whispered John. He felt like a kid again as he stared right into her eyes, a young, confused child in desperate need of his mother’s intimacy after entering a new grade in school or going on an overnight trip without her, or facing some other new challenge that not even she could directly help him with.

  “John.” Natalie ran her hand lightly across his hard shaft, tickling him with pleasure. “I’ll always be here to support you, in any way you need, whatever you decide.”

  “Oh god, mom.” John stared in disbelief as his mom leaned in closer to him, her hand closing around his cock through his pants. She moved slowly, but everything was happening so fast. Her cute lips were turned up into a smile, and John could feel her hot, sweet breath against his neck. He thought she was going to kiss him, but instead she brought her mouth right up to his ear, and whispered.

  “Do you want mommy to help you, honey?”

  John swallowed hard and slowly nodded, staring into her eyes and the forbidden consequences of what was about to happen. Natalie leaned against him, brushing her big breasts along his chest, and then slowly leaned him back on the bed and slid her fingers down his waistband.

  “How is this even-“

  “Shhhhh…” Natalie cut him off in midsentence, and slipped his pajama bottoms down his legs. John wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the next thing he felt was a soft, unbelievably warm hand wrapping around his hard, sensitive cock. He let out a gasp and blinked a couple times fast, as though he was expecting to wake up, or snap out of a daydream.

  “Just let mommy take care of you, John.” Natalie stroked him slowly, ever so slowly, paying attention to his reactions and breathing. “I’ll do whatever it takes to take care of you, sweetie.”

  He moaned, and felt pre-cum dribble out of the head of his erection. Natalie rubbed her thumb over it, and then slid her other hand up his shirt, against his chest. It felt so good, and yet so wrong, and John found himself remembering all of the backrubs he’d gotten as a kid, the way they had felt like they’d pushed to the very limits of the intimacy they could share.

  His mom was jerking him off, and pleasure was pulsing through his body, more than John had ever known before, enough to make him shiver and gasp involuntarily with delight. His mom was smiling at him, and he could feel her warm hands, both the one on his chest and on his cock.

  They had cuddled together under blankets when he’d been younger, and it had been warm there as well. John imagined them cuddling together now, imagined them doing more, and felt embarrassment and shame course through him.

  “It’s okay, honey,” whispered Natalie, as though reading his mind. “This will be our little secret.”

  She pumped faster, and her breathing intensified, too. John wondered what it must be like for her to be actively crossing the line, and then realized that he already knew. He was a willing participant just as much as she was, though the act had been instigated through no fault of his own.

  John reached up, his hand moving to take his mom’s breast as though it was drawn to it by sexual magnetism. His fingers made brief contact before Natalie pulled back slightly, shaking it loose. She gave him a slightly embarrassed, knowing smile.

  “Those are still off limits, sweetie,” she whispered. John nodded slowly, and then jumped with pleasure as she gave his cock and affectionate little squeeze. “This, and just this, is what mommy can help you with.”

  John’s cock was overflowing with pre-cum, and his mom took it with her hand and rubbed it around the skin of his cock until it was lightly lubricated. Then, she began to jerk him off faster, more lewdly, but still with the same motherly care and tenderness. John groaned, and felt his heart begin to beat at speeds that he hadn’t known that it could. It felt so good, and yet every fiber of him knew that it was wrong.

  “Mom…” he whispered. “I, I’m going to-“

  “I know, honey,” whispered Natalie. “It’s okay.”

  She pumped faster, and brought her head closer down, her mouth so close to the head of John’s cock that he could feel her hot breath landing on it. The intense sensation of pleasure was building up like a soda bottle, shaken to the point of exploding. He could feel his crotch filling with erotic intention, which spread to his chest and the rest of his body, until every ounce of him was glowing with an intense need to cum.

  “Mom!” John cried out and thrust his hips forward, towards her, as his cock began to explode. Natalie was ready, and tilted his cock up and away from her. His seed blasted out, each spurt of white hot cum sending erotic bliss raging through his body. One of the lines landed across his mom’s hand, and the rest splashed harmlessly onto his pajama shirt. His mom continued jerking until every drop had been milked out of him, and then ran her clean hand through his hair.

  “I love you, sweetie,” she whispered. “I’ll do whatever I can for you. This will be our little secret.”

  John was too awash with feverish pleasure to even so much as nod. He blinked a couple of times, and realized that minutes had gone by in what felt like seconds. His pajama bottoms had been pulled back up, and his mom was standing by the door.

  “You should get changed before you head to bed,” she said. “Leave your dirty clothes in your closet, and I’ll wash them for you tomorrow. We wouldn’t want Olivia to get a look at those, now would we?”

  John shook his head, feeling incredibly guilty all of the sudden.

  “Goodnight, John,” she said. “I love you.”

  “I… I love you too, mom.”

  She walked through the door and shut it behind her. John did as she’d suggested and changed into another pair of pajamas in the wardrobe, putting the dirty ones in the closet. He climbed under the covers, and slowly willed himself to sleep, feeling confused and more than a little ashamed.

  But it was okay. Somehow, he knew that things were going to be okay. He had a new life, with new secrets, new desire, and new challenges, and he was going to live it to the fullest.

  CHAPTER 7

  John was in the center square of the town of Blackthorn. There were people around, and he could tell without even glancing around that most of them were looking at him. He vaguely recalled something about becoming the Count, and inheriting his grandfather’s estate, but the memories felt foggy and far off.

  “Hello,” said John. “I’m John Ludling. My grandfather used to live here on the island, until he passed away.”

  The only reply to his introduction was raucous laughter. A small crowd had formed all around him, and he could see familiar faces in it. There was Chad, the bar owner, and on the
other side was Erik van Katho, both of them looking fit to burst from their amusement.

  “What is it?” asked John. “What’s so funny?”

  He glanced down at himself, and realized in an instant what it was. He was naked, from head to toe. Of course he was, John thought. He’d forgotten to put his clothes on that morning. It was just an accident.

  “It was just an accident!” He found that he was yelling his thoughts out loud to the crowd, and set one of his hands over his mouth, followed by one over his crotch. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. Several of the people had cameras, or phones, or camera phones, and were gleefully documenting the spectacle.

  “No, just leave me be!” yelled John. “I just want to be left alone!”

  A small throng of women, all of them faceless, generic, and dazzlingly attractive, moved in and surrounded him. He felt hands grabbing at his body, pushing and prodding him all over, and pulling him forward along with them.

  “We’ll take care of you, John,” whispered the women, all together. “And you’ll take care of us!”

  At least one of them had her hand on his cock, and was stroking it to its full length. John felt wet warmness, and knew without looking that he was being sucked off. He wanted it to go further, but at the same time, it terrified him, and made him feel powerless.

  “John?” His adoptive mother’s voice, clear as a bell, rang out from above him. He turned his head towards the sky, and saw her floating down towards him, clad in the same tiny, insubstantial nightgown that she’d had on the night before.

  “Mom!” John reached his hand up, and she took it, pulling him up to the cloud she was balanced on as though gravity didn’t exist.

  She looked at him with understanding, judgment free eyes, and caressed one of his cheeks in her hand. John smiled and felt tears of happiness threatening to crest in the corners of his eyes. He leaned into her, felt himself being pulled into a caring, motherly embrace, and bizarrely, felt his erection growing even harder.