“Be with her?” Her eyebrow was raised, and her mouth was turned into a tiny smile that John couldn’t read very well. “Do you mean… be with her, like a man would be with a woman?”
John nodded and felt his face heat up. This was the last thing he wanted to be talking about with his mom.
“Yeah,” he said. “She wants me to be with her like that. She wants me to marry her, and… to give her an heir.”
Natalie nodded. She looked crestfallen, but also as though she was doing her very best to contain it. John felt the same way. It was because of their own foolish desires and the way they’d let themselves be led around by them that they were even in the situation to begin with.
“Alright,” said Natalie. “Then that’s what you should do.”
John scratched his head and wondered if he’d heard her correctly.
“I’m sorry, what?” he asked. “Mom, she wants me to-“
“I know,” said his mom. “I heard you. But what other choice do you have, John? Surely she’s threatening to release the pictures if you don’t go along with it?”
John nodded.
“Then this is your only choice, sweetie,” she said. “I wish there was some other way. The image of you and… her, it’s enough to make me feel sick, and that’s not even considering the damage it will do to your friendship with Kari.”
“Then why?” asked John. “How can you ask me to just give up?”
“You aren’t going to give up, John.” His mom smiled at him. “We aren’t going to give up. You’ll be close to her, the closest person to her, most likely. She will slip up eventually, and say something, reveal something, that we can use to do to her what she’s doing to us.”
John thought for a moment about what she was saying. His heart was pounding against his ribcage, as though trying to physically demonstrate its distaste for the idea. But in his head, John knew that she was right, even if it meant that he had to lie and pretend to make it work.
“Mom…”
“I’m sorry, John,” she said. “I wish there was some other way.”
The room was silent for a moment. John suddenly became very aware of the intelligent, sexy woman sitting across from him. She was his mom, and she was solving his problems for him, yet again, as she had done so many times throughout his life. She was his mom, and she was sitting within arm’s reach, wearing the barest of clothes, and looking at him with suggestive eyes.
“I’ll still be here for you, sweetie,” whispered his mom. “I’ll always be here for you.”
Time felt like it was moving in slow motion as John watched his mother slip out of her chair and step over to him. His cock hardened as though a timer had gone off, and he felt his heart begin to beat feverishly as he stared at her sexy body.
“Mom…” he whispered. John felt a terrible conflict in his chest, worse than he ever had experienced before. The terrible urges that he felt pulsing through every inch of him were exactly what had gotten him into the situation in the first place. But his mom was right there in front of him, and John could only watch, his cock aching for her touch, as she pulled the baggy t-shirt up and over her head.
Natalie’s breasts were only contained by a tiny bra that matched the panties that she had on. Everything else John could see, the naked skin of her body calling to him as though she were a siren.
“John…” she whispered. “Honey, it’s okay. We haven’t done anything wrong.”
John shook his head slightly in dissent, even as his mom straddled him on the chair and pushed her boobs into his face. It was wrong, and sick, and twisted, and yet he still wanted it, so bad. His mother ran one of her hands through his hair and then pulled his head to her breast, as though coddling him like she would a young child.
“I’m just helping you out, sweetie,” she whispered. “If you need help…” She paused and grabbed his erect cock. “Then there isn’t any harm in giving it to you.”
John let out a soft moan. The way his mom was sitting in his lap trapped his erect cock against her crotch and his own stomach. She slowly began to move her hips, gyrating back and forth in a way that sent intense pleasure flooding through his body as his cock throbbed at the sensation.
“Shhhh…” whispered his mom. “That’s right. Just let mommy take care of you.”
John was pushing his own hips up in time with her movements. He was so confused by what they were doing, and what they had kept doing. It was an illicit routine, so terribly forbidden, and yet at the same time so unbelievably pleasurable.
John let one of his hands reach up and grab his mom’s breast through her bra. He wanted to pull it out, feel it naked under his hand, suck on her nipple, but something about the confident way his mom moved on top of him, fully in control, made him hesitate.
Natalie was breathing heavily as she moved. John realized that he wasn’t the only one getting pleasure out of the grinding and slid one of his hands down the side of her panties only to find that they were moist at the bottom.
The two of them were moving together in perfect unison, each of them correcting for the other’s rhythm in a way that maximized the pleasure they were both feeling. It felt like they were having sex, John realized. He tried to push the thought and all of the sickening implications of it out of his head, but before he could his mom tensed up and pulled his face even deeper into her bosom.
“Oh, John!” She let out a moan, and then shivered, her entire body melting into John’s for a moment. Then, after taking several deep breaths, she slid down to the floor in front of him.
“Mom…” John shook his head. He almost felt like he wanted to stop her, like it was too clear to him now that they were crossing a line that shouldn’t be crossed, for reasons that didn’t make sense to him.
Before he could, his mother had slid his pants down and worked his cock out into the open. She wrapped her fingers around it and then looked up at him with the eyes of a caring, doting mother.
“Just let me help you, honey,” she whispered. John didn’t say anything and then her lips were against the head of his member, teasing and sucking with such soft, blissful wetness that all John could do was lean back in the chair and moan.
“Oh god, mom,” he whispered. “That feels…”
He trailed off and just watched. Natalie was sucking him off as she never had before, using all of her mouth and tongue to pleasure him at a speed that was almost wild and frantic. It was as though she was trying to prove a point, trying to remind him that she was his mom and he was her son, and the special relationship they shared was not something that the blackmail of a single woman could tear apart.
“Yeah, that’s it,” moaned John. “Oh, god mom!”
Natalie pulled back for a second and let her tongue lick the tip of his dick, as though she was trying to clean it off. John felt his hips jerk forward involuntarily, and his mom turned as he did, letting his cock push briefly against her cheek. She grabbed it with her hand and held it tightly, held him tightly through it.
“John,” she whispered in her softest, most motherly voice.
She brought her lips forward and gave it a kiss that was full of pleasure and love. John pushed up and cried out as his dick began to blast its load, and his mom wrapped her lips tightly around it and took in every single drop.
“Oh god… mom.” John shook his head as he looked at her. He loved her so much, but the pleasure and afterglow of the orgasm only made him feel a strange, regretful confusion.
“It’s okay, John,” whispered Natalie. She stood up, and again pulled his head in close to her chest. “We’ll get through this, sweetie. Just trust me, and don’t worry.”
John nodded and let himself relax. She was right. She was his mom. She had to be right.
He left her room shortly after and returned to his own. Olivia was on the stairs with a broom, sweeping them off and looking busy.
“You were in there for a while,” said the maid. “John, what’s going on?”
John just smiled at her and shook his head.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “Everything is going to be okay.”
He hoped that it was true.
CHAPTER 34
It felt like the end. The thought entered John’s mind like a prophecy as he groggily began pulling himself up into a sitting position in bed. The morning sunlight was slipping in through his open window, and somehow it reminded him of the events of the day before. It felt like his world was over, and he’d lost any sense of control that he once might have had.
John rubbed his eyes and let out a long sigh. He had gone right to sleep after talking with his Natalie the night before and partaking in one of their forbidden meetings. Unfortunately, the situation still looked the same to him, unchanged even after eight hours of sound rest.
“Count John? Can I come in?” Olivia’s voice echoed in from the hallway. John turned so that his legs were hanging over the bed and coughed into his hand.
“Yes,” he called back. “Go ahead.”
The maid stepped in through the door. John looked at her out of the corner of his eye, the pressing weight of his thoughts preventing him from focusing directly on anything else.
“You should start getting ready for your morning instruction,” said Olivia. “I know things have been chaotic for the past few days, but it’s important for you to keep going.”
John wasn’t really listening to her. He stared forward at the wall, the same problem running through his head, along with his mother’s suggestion from the night before.
“John… is everything okay?” Olivia finally moved so that she was directly in front of him. She crouched so that their eyes could meet and took both of his hands in hers. John sighed and slowly lifted his head, still not looking at her, but at the wall.
“Yes, everything is fine, Olivia,” he said. “I’ll start getting ready.”
The look she returned was enough to let John know that she didn’t believe him. He felt Olivia squeeze tightly, a worried frown spreading across her face.
“I don’t believe you.” She set one of her hands on his thigh and leaned in closer. “Count John, please, tell me what’s bothering you.”
John shook his head. In that moment, as much as ever, the weight of his accumulated secrets felt as though it was taking a massive toll on his psyche. He finally managed to turn and meet Olivia’s gaze and instantly felt as though she was looking into his soul.
“Your grandfather was the same.” Olivia smiled slightly, and her eyes looked as though they were peering back into time. “Everything was always fine, but I could tell when he had something on his mind. I could always tell.”
It was silent for a moment. Olivia looked back at him, and then suddenly leaned in, pulling him into a soft, caring hug.
“John… Even when you have to face a problem on your own, I want you to remember that you’re not alone.” Olivia brought her hand up to his face and gently ran it across it, as though she was tracing scars or wrinkles that didn’t yet exist. “I’ll be here for you, and do whatever I can.”
Her words landed hotly and heavily on his ears. John didn’t know if it was a reaction to the stress or his typical morning condition, but he could feel her body against him vividly, and savored the sensation.
Olivia put her hand on his chest, and for a brief instant, both of them were listening to his breathing. John felt his lower half tensing up as the attractive maid slowly lowered her hand, watching him the entire time, as though trying to gauge if her approach was going to help him.
John felt the blood rushing to his cock. He was hard before she even touched it. The look she was giving him was full of concern and worry, but mixed with it was a strange sort of desire, the type that’s best cultivated through trying times.
He let out a small moan as he felt her grasp her fingers around his hard member. Thoughts of his Natalie, and the incident that had led to him being blackmailed in the first place rushed through his head. They were quickly replaced by the sensations of the moment, as Olivia slipped his cock out of his boxers and began to work it up and down with her soft, tiny hand.
“Olivia…” John almost felt as though he wanted to ask her to stop, to hold off and wait for him to be in a state where he was better able to appreciate and respond to what was happening.
“It’s okay, “ Olivia whispered back to him, as though insisting that it was all for him, part of her job and even more part of the feelings that she felt. The maid leaned in and gave John’s cock a soft, wet kiss, sending chills of pleasure through his body.
A knock at the door startled both of them and almost made John jump off where he was sitting on the bed. Olivia instantly switched back into maid mode, pulling away from John and heading to the door. She waited for him to make himself decent, and then opened it.
“Olivia…” said Natalie. “Assisting John with putting his clothes on, are you?”
The maid smiled and blushed slightly.
“I was just checking in,” she said. “I will make a quick breakfast and be downstairs for when you’re ready to head to your lesson, Count John.”
John smiled and watched her go. Natalie shut the door as the maid left and then walked over to him, glancing down at the bulge poking up against his boxers before sitting down on the bed.
“Sweetie, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t worrying too much after last night.”
“No, of course not.” It was a lie, and John could tell from the way she smiled knowingly at him that she wasn’t buying it. “I mean… what’s happened has happened. We just need to keep going and try to even the odds.”
Natalie reached over and rubbed his knee. John almost felt like he had to stifle his reaction, energized by her soft, loving touch, so full of potential and intention.
“Honey, it will be okay,” she whispered. “I don’t know Elsa as well as I knew her father, but if she is anything like him, she’ll act rationally and try to leverage what she has over us without taking it too far.”
“She killed her father,” said John. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Natalie looked much more worried than she had when she’d come into the room.
“In a way… even that was the rational move,” she said. “I’m sure what she wants more than anything is to marry you and then push us out of the picture after you give her an heir, by any means necessary.”
John nodded.
“So we only have a limited amount of time to figure this out,” he said. “Assuming that I’d ever even be able to go through a farce of a wedding like that in the first place.”
“Don’t worry, John, my plan will work.” She rubbed her hand up even higher on his thigh, brushing across the head of his cock. This time, John couldn’t help but moan slightly.
“How am I going to set it up, and get her to talk about that kind of thing, though?” asked John. “She isn’t just going to open up to me immediately.”
“You won’t have to.” Natalie was wearing a pair of tight jeans, and she reached into one of her tiny pockets and pulled out a little cylinder that looked like it belonged there. “I had a courier purchase this from the electronics store and bring it over. It’s an audio recorder that constantly records and transmits it wirelessly to a server that I set up in the computer room.”
John took it from her and furrowed his brow. He was a little surprised by how computer savvy his adoptive mom was.
“Okay, so I just put this in my pocket and…?”
“And you do nothing,” said Natalie. “Go along with whatever demands Elsa makes. Act as though you normally would, like you hate what she’s doing. And then slowly soften over time, and really begin to trust her.”
“Trust her?” John shook his head. “Why would I ever do that?”
“Because you have to,” said his mom, softly. “She isn’t going to trust you until she feels like you trust her.”
She ran her hand through his hair, and then leaned in close and kissed him on the forehead. John had felt a knot forming in his stomach ever since Elsa had made the threats
the night before, but somehow his mother’s touch had a way of softening it.
“You can do this, sweetie,” she whispered. “I’ll help you through it as much as I can. And then it will be over.”
John nodded, unsure of whether or not he believed her.
“I guess it’s our only option,” he replied.
John met Olivia downstairs in the kitchen, where she was speaking to Sam in hushed tones. A couple of bagels were laid out, and after quickly downing one in a few bites, John stood up and nodded to her.
“Alright, I’m ready,” he said.
Olivia gave him a worried look, one that almost asked if he really was. Nevertheless, she brought him out to the car waiting in the garage. John let her climb into the driver’s seat, and then got in on the other side. The first portion of the short trip was silent. As they stopped in front of the one-room schoolhouse, Olivia turned to him before unlocking the doors.
“Count John,” she said. “You don’t have to be alone in this. Everyone has their own cross to bare. Including the people… the ones closest to you.”
John nodded. He wished that he could tell her more, that all the secrecy and lies could be thrown out the window. But for him to do that would mean telling her something that would destroy their relationship, and potentially her life, so rigidly guided by her sense of duty and love for him.
“Bye, Olivia,” John said. “I’m going to walk home afterward.”
He climbed out of the car and hurried inside.
John hadn’t been sure of what he’d been expecting to see that day in Ms. Willis’s classroom, but what he found made him almost stop in place with surprise. Kari was there, sitting in her usual seat, and looking very much like a vulnerable teenage girl who’d just lost her father, one that was trying desperately to put up a brave front.
“Kari…” John walked over to her and climbed into his own chair. “You should still be resting at home.”
Kari sighed and shook her head at him with a small, forced smile.
“He died in that mansion, John,” she said softly. “It’s not a place that I can rest, not really.”
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