Illicit Inheritance: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “Anyway, it’s not something I should have worried you about,” she said. “You’re a fully grown man now, John, and I know you can take care of yourself, but you’ll always be my baby boy.”

  John smiled at her and felt one of her feet rub up against the inside of his leg underneath the table. It was such a soft, sensual form of touch that his entire body felt like it was being gently caressed, and warmth flooded through him.

  “Did you have any luck with the… other thing that happened last night?” asked his mom.

  John blinked a couple of times and looked at her seriously. For some reason, his mom didn’t look worried at all. He’d noticed it earlier at the pool as well, and couldn’t help but find it a little strange.

  “It’s taken care of, mom,” he said. “The private investigator you sent me to and the stalker I was after were actually the same person. We… came to an understanding.”

  Natalie gave him a suspicious look, and John felt his cheeks heating up.

  “Well, I’m glad. I wouldn’t want anybody to see a photo like that and get the wrong idea.” Her foot slipped further up John’s leg, the silky stockings covering it feeling soft and feathery against his thigh.

  “No, of course not mom,” said John, a little more quickly than he needed to. Natalie laughed, and then picked up the bottle of wine and poured them each some more of it.

  Three glasses later, the two of them had finished eating, and were both more than a little drunk. Natalie laughed as her son helped her up and out of her chair at the table, and then fell onto him, rubbing her hand along his chest and kissing his neck playfully.

  “John…” she whispered. “You’ve gotten so big.”

  One of her hands slipped down to his stomach, and John felt his cock jumping to life. Throughout the entire meal, his mother had been teasing the inside of his thigh with her foot, never making contact with his sensitive crotch, but doing just enough to keep him excited, and ready.

  “Mom,” John whispered. He felt her boobs pressing against him through her dress. She was so unbelievably sexy, and it almost felt unfair that she was his mother.

  “I think we should have one more glass of wine in my room,” said Natalie. Her words were a little bit slurred, but the look in her eye was unmistakable. It made John feel embarrassed and confused, as though just by going along with her he was committing an act of conspiracy.

  “…Okay, mom,” he said. As much as he felt as though he should just go to his own room, play it safe, and get to sleep, his cock was tenting his pants visibly. There was no way anything would happen, not after the close call they’d had the night before. Still, the alcohol was affecting his judgement, and making him desperately want to be alone with her for a little while longer.

  On drunken, unsteady legs, the two of them walked up to the third floor and towards Natalie’s room. John didn’t see Olivia around the mansion anywhere and was beyond glad for it. Laughing, his mom pushed her way into her bedchamber and sat on her bed as he followed, closing the door behind him.

  “Have a seat, sweetie,” she said, patting the spot on the bed right next to her.

  John walked over and sat down. Suddenly, the air in the room felt tense. It had been a while since he’d felt so nervous around any girl before, even in a situation like this. She was his mom, he reminded himself. They were just going to have one last glass of wine, and the fact that they were alone in her room together was totally happenstance, irrelevant to the situation.

  The silence went on for another awkward moment. His mother continued to rub his shoulder gently, her face turned toward him, and her breath hot on his neck. John was afraid to turn to meet her gaze, afraid of what he would, or wouldn’t, see in it.

  “What’s wrong, honey?”

  “Oh… it’s nothing.” John finally forced himself to turn her way. She was smiling at him gently. Though he could see the drunkenness in her eyes, along with the strangely seductive feistiness it brought out in her, behind it was the same motherly, loving look that she always had.

  “I’m always here for you, John,” she whispered. “You should always know that. I can help you out… with whatever you need.”

  Guilt began to form in John’s stomach like an anvil as his mom’s finger brushed across his pants, across the sensitive surface of his erect cock. John opened his mouth to reply, and then paused, taking a second before finding the words.

  “I thought… after last night,” he said. “Mom, I-“

  “Shhhhh.” Natalie leaned in closer to him and wrapped her hand around his cock, silencing him and pushing her glorious cleavage into his face at the same time. “I’m your mother, John. I’m just helping you out with what you need. It’s like a massage, or cuddling together.”

  It was more than that, far more than that, thought John. He was confused, but deeply and intensely aroused, and as his mother began to stroke her hands up and down and push her breasts even more onto him, he found his resolve giving way.

  “Oh…. That, that feels good,” he whispered.

  John began to feel really, really drunk. Drunk enough to put his emotions and all of the holdups he had over what was going on aside. His mom looked like she was right there with him and stared down at his cock as she touched it through his pants as though he were a child, and she was rubbing his back lovingly.

  “My sweet little boy,” she whispered. “You know that mommy just wants to take care of you.”

  John felt arousal begin to pulse through him, starting in his dick and spreading through the rest of his body like an infection. He felt like he had at the pool earlier that day, watching the other boy with his mom, and then pushing up against her like a horny animal. It had all just been a fun game, or at least felt like one, then, but now…

  He pushed his hips closer to his mom and grabbed onto one of her big boobs, feeling its softness in his hand. Natalie let out a small gasp and looked at him the same way that she had when he’d been younger, and he’d say or do something a little too cheeky.

  “John… Oh,” she said softly.

  “You’re right mom,” said John. “I like it when you take care of me.”

  The room was spinning a little, but even in his drunkenness, John was aware of the fact that he’d begun to dry hump his mom. The two of them began rolling around on the bed, grinding against each other as though they couldn’t decide if they wanted to wrestle or have sex.

  Their lips were the one thing that remained apart. John wasn’t thinking about why that was, not consciously, but it felt as though that was just another thing that still remained embarrassingly off limits. It was fine for his mom to rub his cock, to massage it, and make him cum hit her hands, but for him to kiss her on the lips just felt wrong.

  “Oh, sweetie,” whispered Natalie. The way she said it, the tone of voice she used, pulled John back into reality for a brief moment. What they were doing was wrong, and sick, and forbidden, but it felt so incredibly good. His mom had unzipped his pants and slipped them down, and her gown had seemingly been slid up by their movements on the bed.

  His cock was rock hard, harder than it had ever been before, and aching for release. He could feel his mom breathing faster as he pushed it forward into her thighs, only his boxers and her panties preventing the contact from being truly illicit and taboo.

  John had never been so horny in his life. He felt his mom’s legs wrap around him, and the two of them bumped and grinded together faster, in a perfect imitation of sex. It wasn’t sex, he told himself. The two of them were just playing around. It felt good, but it was just a game, nothing for either of them to be concerned about.

  Natalie squirmed underneath him as he thrust his crotch forward, rubbing his underwear covered dick up against her inner and upper thighs. She rolled so that she was facing away from him, and then pushed her butt into his cock. John leaned over her and grabbed onto her tits through her gown.

  Natalie let out a moan as John began to move, sliding his cock back and forth between her thighs
. She pushed both of her legs together, massaging his member in between her perfect thighs, and then when he thrust higher, between her buttocks.

  It felt incredible. John felt like he’d never been closer to his mom in his life. He pinched one of her nipples through her gown and heard her let out a squeal.

  “Careful, honey,” she whispered in a labored, seductive voice. “You can’t do that when you’re wrestling with mommy.”

  Was that what they were doing, John wondered. He set his hands on her waist and began to bump into her faster, feeling himself closing in on that special moment of release. It was so different with his mom, different from how it felt with any of the other women in his life.

  Natalie rolled away from him, and then reached her hands over and pulled his cock out of his boxers. She looked right into his eyes as she began to stroke him off, John still thrusting his hips forward at the same speed he had been against her.

  Before he knew what he was doing, he was on top of her again. Natalie continued stroking, and he felt his body fill up with orgasmic bliss as his cock began to explode. His hot, sticky load sprayed out onto her evening gown, a bit of it managing to splatter onto the milky upper flesh of one of his mom’s big breasts.

  “Shhhh, it’s okay.” Natalie continued rubbing his cock, milking every drop of his cum out. She ran her other hand through his hair and pulled him into an embrace that almost felt like he was being cradled.

  “Mom…” John felt his guilt and shame catching up with him, and began to wonder just what it was that was going on between them, and how it could happen through seemingly no fault of his own.

  “You had a long day, baby,” whispered his mom. “And a lot of wine to drink. I’m just helping you blow off some steam and get some sleep. It’s what moms are for.”

  John felt his cheeks flush red with embarrassment. He couldn’t resolve how good it felt to have her do what she’d done for him with how terribly wrong it felt, but somehow, it was okay. She was his mom, and he loved her, and she loved him.

  “I… should go to bed,” said John, after a couple more minutes.

  “Alright, sweetie,” she said. “Drink some water before you go to sleep.”

  “I will, mom,” said John. “Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight, John.”

  So many thoughts were rushing through John’s head as he walked back to his room. He wondered if Alison Orton would hold up her end of the deal. He thought about whether his mom’s fears concerning the old Count’s death were justified, or baseless. He thought about Olivia, and Kari, and the cryptic message he’d found in the basement.

  He thought about getting some sleep, and as soon as his head touched the pillow of his bed, that was exactly what he did.

  CHAPTER 21

  Soft footsteps drew John out of his sleep and let him know that he wasn’t alone in his room.

  “Count John? Sir? Are you awake?”

  He was, but only just barely, and unwilling to let it show. It was a Saturday, and as the Count of a billion dollar estate, John felt as though he deserved some extra rest.

  Rather than being dissuaded, Olivia moved in closer to the bed. John had slept naked the night before, encouraged by the warming spring weather. He was on his back with a couple of thin sheets over his body, none of them thick enough to obscure the obvious tent his morning wood had created above his crotch.

  John felt a rustle from the bottom of the bed and figured that Olivia had moved on to more drastic measures, probably preparing to whip the sheets right off him. That thought never became anything more than a kernel in his mind before a set of soft lips lowered themselves down onto his achingly hard cock.

  “Uhhh…” A soft moan escaped John’s lips as insane pleasure washed over him, warm and welcoming. Morning head was a beautiful thing, and if he had been just a little more awake, he would have smiled.

  Olivia sucked his cock dutifully, with wet, gentle care, giving it the same attention that she gave all of the other matters she handled in his life. The young maid used her lips and tongue in unison, bringing her mouth up and down his rod as though she was using them to apply a coat of varnish.

  John felt her softly cup his balls in on hand, and then give the tip of his cock a soft kiss and a lick. Suddenly he was back in her mouth, and she was sucking with even more determination, pulling with her lips and wrapping his dick in pleasure.

  It was just another task on her to do list, John realized. Olivia took her job, which was essentially running his life, very seriously. It was her responsibility to cook for him, drive him around, and set his schedule. In the same right, if he woke up with morning wood, it was her job to see to it, regardless of what would be involved.

  John was properly awake, and the maid was still sucking. He began to feel as though he’d crossed over some kind of invisible threshold of horniness. Before he knew what he was doing, he had taken Olivia by the shoulders and lifted her until the two of them were face to face.

  “Count John?” asked Olivia. “Was it-“

  “Shhhh…” John kissed her on the neck and snuck one of his hands up her skirt, which was short enough to make it easy. He rubbed on her panties gently a couple of times, and then slipped them down.

  “Count John, you should just let me use my mouth,” Olivia whispered. She was blushing a little bit, and wouldn’t make eye contact with him, as though he was crossing into territory too intimate for her to be comfortable with.

  John slowly turned her face back toward his, smiled at her, and then slipped his cock into the entrance of her warm, wet cunt. Olivia bit her lip and tensed up a little, and John groped at her breasts, feeling his body pulse in time with hers.

  Slowly, he began to move. Something very surprising began to happen as he did. John could see it in Olivia’s face as she accepted what was happening, and then began to not only enjoy it, but become empowered. She could sense the effect that her gorgeous, busty figure was having on him, the sexy maid in the sexy outfit, and she began to leverage her erotic power. She rolled and flipped him over so that John was underneath her, for a change.

  John lied back on the bed as Olivia set her hands down on his chest. She leaned forward like a minx and kissed his neck, and then slowly, but with a deep confidence, began to ride him. The upper part of her outfit had been pulled down, letting her breasts spill out into John’s field of view. Her skirt was still on and it covered her crotch, hiding what was happening underneath.

  “Oh man, Olivia…” moaned John.”

  “Shhhh…” She gyrated her crotch on his cock, sending pleasure rushing through him and letting him know that she had taken control.

  The bed creaked a little underneath them as Olivia bounced up and down. John set his hands on her waist and helped lift and drop her, but it was clear that she was leading and he was reacting. The dynamic between him and Olivia was strange and sexual, and at least for the moment, John knew that she had taken control.

  “Oh!” cried Olivia. “Oh god!”

  Her breasts, nicely sized and well-formed as they were, bounced with purpose as the maid intensified her speed. John felt like his cock was going to be pulled off by the pleasure. He reached up and groped at Olivia’s chest, and felt himself passing into ecstasy just as she was.

  “Olivia!” John thrust his cock up into her as deep as it would go as his seed began to spill out. The maid collapsed on top of him, and the two of them hugged each other for a minute, overcome by soft, sexual bliss.

  She climbed off of him and found her shoes at the end of the bed. John felt an almost overwhelming urge to head back to sleep, but sunlight was streaming in through his windows, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay in bed for much longer. Olivia was waiting for something and cleared her throat politely to get his attention.

  “I believe Lady Ludling wishes to see you downstairs in the living room, Count John.” She spoke very formally, but John was used to it by now. The glimpses he caught of the real Olivia only came when they were having sex, or oc
casionally when she was overwhelmed with emotion. Otherwise, she dutifully insisted on keeping he demeanor professional.

  “Thank you, Olivia. I’ll be down right after I take a shower,” said John.

  “Of course. I’ll have breakfast waiting for you.”

  She left, and John climbed out of bed. If felt as though all of his responsibilities began to weigh down on him as soon as he stood to his feet, but he was getting used to it. Being the Count was much more demanding than he had ever expected it to be, and John wondered if the old Count van Ludling had ever felt the same way.

  He remembered the message from the old Count, his grandfather, as he made his way into the shower. The situation on Blackthorn was already complicated enough with the man’s mysterious death to be concerned about. Now John was forced into a position where he had to be mindful of the politics of the upper class, along with knowing who to trust and who not to.

  The shower water was warm, and exactly what John needed. He took his time, letting the stream wash over him and cleanse him of his sins. John’s head felt a little heavy, and he vaguely remembered getting drunk the night before with the lady of the house, his adoptive mother, Natalie.

  Flashes of what had happened came back to him, but it was hard for him to get a detailed picture of events. Had he really been that drunk? He remembered being with her on the bed in her room, and he remembered the two of them playfully wrestling around.

  His body tingled as the image of her laughing came back to him, but no further memories appeared out of the mental ether. John sighed, hoped that he hadn’t done anything too stupid, and then climbed out of the shower.

  He dried off and quickly changed into the clothes that Olivia had left for him, a nice pair of jeans and a casual long sleeve shirt. The maid was beginning to pick up on his style, and he was grateful for it. Slacks and dress shirts were comfortable enough but still so different from what he was used to.