“Sweetie, perfect timing,” said Natalie. “I just finished eating.”
She was walking down the hall towards him, wearing a black skirt with a black sweater. They were mourning clothes, John realized.
“Yeah, so did I,” said John. “I was just-“
“Oh, just have Olivia handle it after,” she said. “Something had made her pretty upset when I saw her earlier.”
John didn’t say anything. His mom’s words hadn’t been accusatory, but he was guilty, and knew that it was written all over his face. He waited for her to continue.
“Anyway, I need to talk to you about some things,” she said. “Come on, we need to go somewhere private.”
She took him by the hand and pulled him down the third floor hallway, her high heels clacking on the floor with each step. Her hand was soft, and she had her hair down. John realized, absurdly, that the sensation of being pulled forward by her like this made him feel a little excited, as though anything could happen. He pushed a couple of sick ideas out of his mind and reminded himself that she was his mother.
“We’re aren’t going to talk in your room?” asked John, as they passed by the door of it. Natalie shook her head, and then pulled him in close to her, close enough for him to smell her perfume and feel her sensual body heat.
“I have to talk to you about something that nobody else can know about,” she whispered slowly. “John… it might not be safe for us to talk freely inside the mansion. I… I’m not sure, but we need to be as careful as we can be.”
John felt a chill run down his spine. He nodded, and continued following after his mom as she led him over to the stairs and up to the roof.
The full moon was high in the sky, lighting the night with ghostly intensity. Natalie walked over to the helicopter pad, flicking her hair up and out of her sweater, and looking seductively beautiful.
“John, I checked in with my contacts on the island, today,” she said.
“That’s what Olivia told me. You know, I can help with that stuff if you’re feeling overwhelmed. I am the Count now, I should starts making more of an appearance of being involved in the island’s community.”
“No John, you shouldn’t.” His mom walked over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders. She brought her face in close to his, a closeness that people other than lovers rarely share.
“John, we need to leave this island as soon as we possibly can.” Her eyes were serious, but also filled with love, and the same need to care and protect that all dutiful parents have.
John wrinkled his brow, and shook his head slightly.
“Mom, we can’t,” he said. “I… life here is good. And the people of this island need a Count. There is so much that I can do for the people here, all the money I inherited is just going to sit around, otherwise.”
Natalie pulled him into a tight hug against her. John could feel her body through her clothes, so supple, and full of perfect, illicit curves. He felt his cock getting a little excited, and tried to force thoughts of what had happened the night before out of his mind.
“My father may have been killed, John,” whispered Natalie.
“…What?” John pulled back from her a little, and his mom leveled a serious stare at him, setting one of her hands on his chest.
“All of the people who worked closely with him, and the few friends that he had, they all said that he was in perfect health, right up until the day he died.” Natalie ran a hand through her hair. “He died of a heart attack, but no autopsy was ever performed. Nobody thought there was any need, and conveniently, he was cremated and buried within a week.”
“Mom…” said John. “I, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, I didn’t love him,” said Natalie. “But John… I love you. And I want you to listen to me. I know I said that I’d stand by your decision if you really wanted to be on Blackthorn, but if it isn’t safe here, if the only way that I can protect you is to convince you to leave, then...”
His mom slowly led him over to the side wall of the roof, where a couple of lawn chairs were set up. She sat down in one and let him take the other, the cold plastic frame sending chills through his body as it touched the exposed skin of his arms.
“Honey… I’ll do whatever it takes,” whispered Natalie. “For you. For us.”
She leaned forward over him and ran her hands through John’s hair, pushing his head up into her bosom. John wanted to bury his face into her breasts, but forced his body into restraint, even as his cock was hardening in his pants.
The two of them locked eyes, the moonlight reflecting off of them. Natalie kissed John softly on the cheek, and then ran one of her hands down his chest, and to his thigh.
“Mom…” John felt so much conflict welling up inside of him, but his mother’s touch was like sexual fire on his body, even through his clothes. Natalie smiled at him, rubbing his knee and lower thigh for a moment, and he wondered if she knew just how hard she was making him.
Slowly, with a slight hesitation, she began to inch her hand further and further up his leg. Finally, it was right at the edge of touching his bulge, and Natalie nudged the tips of her fingers onto it, testing out the boundaries of the taboo like a woman dipping her toes into a cold lake.
John was ready and eager, or at least his body was. His mind was making connections, reminding him of what had happened with Olivia, and cheating with the bar owner’s wife. And now it was his own mother, even if through no fault of his own, that was going to feed the needs of his dark side.
His mom let her palm come down on his stiff erection, and John had to stifle a moan. She smiled at him, and began rubbing it up and down, all along the shaft.
“Does that feel good, sweetie?” she whispered. “I’ll help you, just like I did before. You liked it so much last time, didn’t you?”
John nodded, and tried to not feel ashamed and embarrassed as his mom unzipped his slacks and pulled his cock out through his boxers. Her hand was hot and soft, and each fingertip sent pleasure pulsing through his body.
“Oh god, mom,” he moaned.
“Shhh… Don’t say anything, honey,” whispered his mom. “I just love you so much, honey. I’m doing this out of love, for you, because I know how much you need it.”
She let her hand wrap around his cock and began softly pumping it, up and down. John stared at his mother, gorgeous in the light of the moon, crouched down in front of him, jerking him off. He could see the outline of her breasts in her sweater, and found himself wanting so much more.
For a second, it looked as though Natalie was going to indulge him. She brought her face in close to his cock, still stroking it with light movements, pleasuring him with her gentle, illicit touch. He felt her breath tickling the head of his member, which was dripping with sticky pre-cum, and wanted to feel even more.
“That’s it, baby,” said his mom. “I want you to just relax. Pretend that it’s not me doing it. Pretend that it’s not your mom.”
John wanted to shake his head and scream about how it was impossible. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to pretend it was someone else. On the inside, he felt terrible and guilty, but his physical, flesh and blood body was writhing with pleasure, beyond anything he’d known before.
This was the power she had over him. John felt his hips moving in time with his mom’s jerking, following her hand as though it was giving him orders. He wanted to cum, needed to cum, and would go right along with however she wanted to lead him into doing it.
“Many of the girls in the town are already smitten with you,” whispered Natalie. “But none of them will ever love you like I do, or care about you like I do, John.”
Natalie began to pump faster, as though to accentuate her point. It felt so incredibly, terribly good, and John wanted to yell out, yell for his mom. He wanted to grab her, and hug her. He wanted to take their hugs further, and bring them into a place that was so off the regular tracks of where a mother and son should be going that the two of them would die of shame.
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He was a child again at her touch, but one with distinctly adult cravings and desires. John felt like his mom was giving him a hand job in the same way that she’d taken care of him when he’d been sick as a kid, or helped him with his homework. But this was an act far outside the realm of either of those things, even though the same love was behind it. This felt different, totally different, and so much more intense.
John began pushing his hips up faster, and faster, still right in time with her strokes. He could feel the pressure building up in his crotch, and knew that he couldn’t hold out for much longer. Natalie slipped a hand up his shirt and gently rubbed his chest.
“Yeah, that’s it, John,” whispered his mom. “Go ahead. Let it all out.”
It was more than John could take. With a groan, he pushed his hips forward and felt his cock begin to explode with cum. This time, his mom’s face was too close for her to get out of the way completely. The first spurt just barely flicked across the edge of her cheek, while the rest splashed harmlessly onto her sweater. Natalie had a tiny smile on her face, that nobody other than John would have ever been able to notice.
He was still breathing heavy and recovering from the orgasm when he saw her. To the side of the mansion, down in a patch of trees, with a perfect, unobstructed view of him and his mom, was the woman who had been stalking him for most of the day. In her hands was something that looked a lot like a camera.
“No!” John leapt out of his chair, pushing his mom back slightly.
“What is it John?”
He was already halfway across the roof, pulling his pants up as he went. There was a fire escape ladder that went down the side of the building, and John pulled himself over the edge of the roof and slipped down it with the kind of reckless speed that only shows itself in emergencies.
“John!” Natalie yelled after him, bewildered and frightened at her son’s sudden behavior.
“She saw us!” John yelled back. “I, I have to stop her.”
By the time he’d made his way to the trees, the woman was long gone. John felt his heart sink in his chest, all the way down to his stomach, and form a pit there. Disgusting feelings washed over him, guilt, shame, embarrassment, and a body consuming fear.
The woman had taken photos, or possibly even filmed the two of them. There was evidence of what he and his mom had done, and he didn’t even know so much as the name of the person who had it.
“Sweetie, what happened?” Natalie had followed him down the ladder, and was gently tugging on his arm. John felt like burying his face into her shoulder, but resisted the impulse.
“Mom…” he said slowly. “We can’t leave the island. I have to find that woman, before she…”
Natalie looked at him with a mother’s eyes, and then rubbed her hand across one of his cheeks.
“We’ll figure it out, honey,” she said. “Don’t worry. Everything will be okay.”
CHAPTER 14
John was not in a bed when he woke up, still dressed in his clothes from the night before. He was in the mansion’s computer room, slumped forward across one of the keyboards of the many machines it contained.
The night before had been filled with panic in the place of sleep. The computer monitor in front of him had the town’s tourism website pulled up, along with a number of random Facebook profiles of Blackthorn residents. None of it had led anywhere, and he hadn’t expected it to. John had just needed to do something, anything, to make him feel as though he had control over the situation.
But he didn’t, and it didn’t look like there was any obvious way for him to be. The mystery woman, his personal stalker, had seen what happened on the roof the night before. She’d gotten evidence him in the midst of giving into his forbidden desires, and now it was a problem that he had to deal with.
The situation was a scandal waiting to happen, like a powder keg with a lit fuse, just moments from going off. He was the Count, and his illicit secrets would become a media circus if they were ever given the chance to get out. John felt like he would be lucky if the story only ended up on the front page of the local paper and didn’t go national.
“Count John?” Olivia’s voice called from upstairs, followed by a knock on his currently empty bedchamber. John stood up from the computer, feeling his bones creak and the blood rush down into his sleeping feet. He hobbled out into the hallway, and then up the stairs.
“Down here, Olivia,” he said. “I had… business to take care of, in the computer room.”
She turned to face him, and the forced, polite smile on her face told John everything he needed to know. Their strange relationship was just as complicated and confusing as anything else in his life. After what had happened the day before, he was a little surprised that she was even talking to him.
“It’s almost eight o’clock,” said Olivia. “You need to be getting ready for school.”
Her voice was level and steady, laden with the type of professional politeness that takes years to develop. John wanted her to yell at him or at the very least hold him accountable. Instead, it was as though she had decided to pretend that it had never happened.
“Olivia, there’s no way I can go today,” said John, shaking his head. “I… I have to…”
He fumbled for an excuse, but it felt as though his mind was reluctant to give him one. The last thing that could possibly work was the truth. Things between him and Olivia were a still mess, and he also had to think about protecting his adoptive mom and how the maid would react if she knew what was really going on.
“You are not above normal expectations, Count John.” Her voice was just as neutral and unassuming as it had been before, but John could pick up on her meaning well enough. She was mad at him, mad that he had treated her like a woman there solely for his pleasure, and mad that she couldn’t express her feelings to him honestly without fear or repercussions.
“Olivia, I’m sorry,” said John. “But I can’t go to school today. I uh, I have to help my mom with something important.”
“Lady Natalie left for the pool at the Blackthorn Fitness Center just before you awoke,” said Olivia. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait until after your studies.”
John opened his mouth only to find that he was past the point of having any convincing objections left to offer. Olivia was looking at him with her head slightly bowed, and it only reminded him of what he’d done to her, and the shame he’d felt after she’d slapped him. He sighed, and then nodded.
“Alright, Olivia,” he said. “You win.”
The young maid turned away from without another glance.
“I’ll be waiting out in the yard,” she said. “I’ve prepared you breakfast in the dining room, and clothes have been laid out in the hamper outside of your door. We don’t have a lot of time, so please be quick about it.”
John rushed upstairs and into his private bathroom. His clothes felt stale and sticky, and taking them off felt like he was shedding a bit of the weight of his problems along with them. He played around with the shower water until it was just the right temperature, and then climbed on in.
Surprisingly, his thoughts turned not to his problems and what he’d need to do in order to face them, but his predecessor, Marcus van Ludling. He’d only seen a couple of photos of the man around the mansion, and heard tidbits of what the townspeople had to say about him.
He wondered about what his grandfather would say or think if he could see him now. The thought was actually a discouraging one, especially when he began to consider all of the strange affairs he was caught up in, and the carefree way he was approaching his new responsibilities as Count.
Strangely, the old man’s face was vivid in his head as he showered, and he saw a smile on it. There was no disapproval in his eyes. It was as though the old Count was talking to him from beyond the grave, and reassuring him. John found himself wishing that he had known him better in life, or even at all.
“Count Ludling, you need to hurry!” shouted Olivia from downstairs. “We
don’t have time to waste.”
“I know, I’m coming.”
John dried himself off and changed in a rapid series of uncoordinated movements, almost tripping to the floor as he rushed to pull on his underwear and pants. He rushed downstairs, and only just had enough time to grab the sausage and egg sandwich that Olivia had dutifully put her emotions aside to make for him as he made his way to the door.
The car was parked in the driveway, already running. Olivia was standing beside the driver’s door and climbed in when she saw him. John jogged over in got into the passenger’s seat, and then was a little taken aback by how quickly the maid shot the sedan down the road.
Olivia didn’t say anything to him, and John began to feel uncomfortable and awkward, searching his mind for something, anything that he could toss out to break the tension. Nothing came to mind, and he hated himself for having created the situation in which the two of them were now trapped in. The silence continued all the way up to the moment when the maid pulled the car over in front of the one-room schoolhouse.
“I have housekeeping duties to attend to, so you’ll have to walk home after.” Olivia didn’t speak directly to him, but rather, into the windshield. For the first time that morning, John could hear a little bit of emotion in her voice. There was a tremor of pain in it, as though she was struggling under the same tension and frustrated distance that he felt so plagued by.
“Thank you, Olivia,” said John. “I want to talk with you… when I get back.”
She didn’t reply. John felt like he was taking the coward’s way out, pushing the difficult task of making amends and reconnecting with her off into the distance. He waited for a second that felt like it lasted an eternity, and then climbed out of the car, shutting the door behind him with a firmness that was forced rather than felt.
Olivia drove off, and John tried to focus his mind on the task at hand. He wanted to immediately set out and begin the search, but first, he needed to deal with his teacher, Ms. Willis, a formidable foe in her own right.
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