Illicit Inheritance: The Complete Collection (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “Are you ready to go, sweetie?” asked his mom. “This must have been… a lot for you.”

  “You two can head back without me.” John could tell from his mom’s look that she didn’t really like the idea, but she held her tongue. “I could use some space. I’ll walk back to the mansion when I’m ready.”

  His mom sighed, but nodded her head and then stepped behind Olivia to wheel her to the car. John watched the two of them go and then felt a hand clap onto his shoulder.

  “Count John!” boomed Chad. “I’m glad to see you up and about. How is the arm?”

  John smiled and shifted his sling slightly.

  “On its way,” he replied. “It’s good to see you, Chad.”

  The bar owner stepped a little closer to John. There was a worried, almost vulnerable look in his eyes that John had never seen on him before.

  “It means a lot to me, to all of us here on Blackthorn that you came out for this,” said Chad. “I know you’re still new to the island, but it’s been a rough year for us. We lost your grandfather, and then Erik van Katho, like him or not. It’s been a lot for us to handle.”

  John nodded. He watched Chad’s face carefully for a second longer, suddenly realizing that the man was waiting for him to say something reassuring.

  “It’s going to be okay,” he said. “I plan on, uh, moving forward on some new charitable projects to lift people’s spirits.”

  Chad smiled.

  “You really mean it? That’s wonderful!”

  John scratched his head.

  “Uh, yes, of course,” he said. “I think one of the parks is probably overdue for renovation, and maybe we could use, uh, a new community center?”

  “That sounds wonderful, Count John.” Amelia’s feminine voice surprised John from behind. She stepped up close to him, and for a moment he could feel her breath hot on his neck. Chad was watching the two of them, his wife and the Count, with a strange look on his face.

  “Hello, Amelia,” said John. “I didn’t realize that you were-“

  “Of course I’m here, John,” said Amelia. “It’s the least I can do to help lend my support, to Blackthorn and to you.”

  She brought her hand to a rest on his shoulder. John glanced nervously over to Chad, expecting the man to say something or step in. Chad just watched.

  “I suppose you’ll need some administrative and planning help for those projects, Count John.” Amelia stepped even closer to him, letting her breasts push against the side of his arm. “I can offer my help if you’d like, whatever you need.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.” John cleared his throat, and then stepped back. “Well, I uh, really should be going.”

  Chad and Amelia didn’t say anything, and the silence felt incredibly awkward. John nodded to the two of them and then turned to leave.

  “See you later, Count John,” said Chad. “You’re always welcome to whatever you need from me.”

  “Bye, John,” Amelia said softly.

  John walked through the town slowly as he made his way back to the mansion. So much had happened since he’d arrived. It was hard for him to feel as confident about where things were headed when he was alone as he had to act for the people around him.

  He thought about Marcus van Ludling, the old Count. John felt like he knew him better than ever, even though the two had never met in person. He was learning about him through the people on Blackthorn Isle, and through the new responsibilities that fell to him, and all of it was a reminder of the big shoes he had to fill.

  “John Ludling.”

  John looked up from the sidewalk and saw that he was headed by the tiny one-room schoolhouse. Ms. Willis was stepping out of it, and she smiled at him as she walked over.

  “Oh,” he said. “Hey, Ms. Willis. What’s up?”

  The look she gave him was cool and authoritative. It reminded him of many things, but most of all the private lesson the two of them had shared, the one that had veered dangerously off course.

  “I understand that you’ve been going through a lot over the past few days, but I expect to see you in class at the start of next week.” She crossed her arms and smiled at him. “Are we clear?”

  John smiled back and stepped closer to her.

  “Of course Ms. Willis,” he said. “Your lessons are so engaging, and so hands on. I’m looking forward to the next one.”

  He could feel the heat building in between them as they stared each other down. Part of him wanted to push her into the schoolhouse and continue what they’d already started, but he knew it wasn’t the time.

  “I should get going,” he said after a moment. “See you later, teach.”

  Ms. Willis stepped aside and brushed her hair back.

  “Rest up, John,” she said. “You’re going to need your sleep for what awaits you.”

  John laughed and then jogged forward down the sidewalk. Ludling mansion loomed off in the distance, poking out from the crested cliffs like a spire of hope. It was his home, and he couldn’t wait to get back to it.

  CHAPTER 42

  John was sweating when he made it to the bottom of the driveway. He realized that since arriving on Blackthorn Isle he had completely forgotten about his training regiment, the one he’d been so focused on and dedicated to back when the only thing looming on the horizon had been leaving for college in the fall.

  Everything had changed so much since then. The wind blew against his suit jacket as he walked up the hill, causing it to billow open and swinging his tie behind him along with it. For a moment, John felt almost like he was wearing a cape, and the mental image of him walking around Blackthorn as a Count from another century made him chuckle to himself.

  The polished wood double doors of Ludling mansion were a little harder for him to get open with only one arm, but he managed after a moment. Compared to the windy ambiance of the weather outside, the lobby felt silent and empty. He closed the door behind him and walked forward.

  The echoes of his feet on the tile floor were familiar and welcoming. He didn’t see Olivia or his mother anywhere and decided to head up to his room.

  “Hey, sweetie.” Natalie walked across the second-floor balcony over to the stairs with a smile on her face. “Did you take care of what you needed to take care of?”

  She had changed out of her mourning clothes and into some that were a little more comfortable, a small t-shirt that was tight against her breasts and a pair of yoga pants. John smiled back at her and instantly began to remember the events between them that had complicated everything to begin with.

  “Yeah mom, I’m feeling better now,” he said. “I just needed some fresh air.”

  “Oh, good.” His mom leaned against the railing, and for a moment, an awkward silence hung in the air. For the past week, the two of them hadn’t gotten a chance to really be alone together. John had been in the hospital, and Natalie had been there as his mother, alongside the nurses and the doctor.

  “I… was just heading up to my room,” said John. “Do you want to, uh, talk for a bit?”

  His body felt hot and full of anticipation even as he spoke the words. His mom was leaning forward in a way that pushed her breasts out onto the railing and exaggerated their buoyant appeal. He tried not to stare, and tried even harder not to want anything more than what a normal mother should give a normal son.

  “Yes, I’d like that.” His mom had the strangest smile on her face, full of eagerness, but also restraint.

  The two of them had returned to a very normal, baseline mother and son relationship since the night of the storm. John hadn’t given any thought to what would happen upon arriving home, but now he was back, and here was his mom.

  He slowly walked up the stairs, his broken arm making him feel a little more off balance with every step, and made his way over to his mother. It felt almost like there was an aura of hot air around her, and as the two of them walked down the hallway towards his bedchamber, John was acutely aware of her presence.

  “I talked w
ith Kari a bit.” John opened the door to his room and stepped inside, feeling his entire body tingle with excitement as his mom followed behind him and closed it behind them.

  “Oh, you did?” asked Natalie. “How did it go?”

  John walked over to the bed and sat down on it, and waited for his mom to sit in the spot next to him before continuing. There was a couple of inches in between them, but it wasn’t enough to keep his heart from thumping in his chest, pumping blood down into his lower half with enthusiasm.

  “We worked a lot of it out,” said John. He hesitated, and then decided not to let her know that Kari knew about the two of them. He hadn’t told her about Olivia, either. It wasn’t as though he wanted to keep his mother in the dark, but rather, that he felt as though the two of them were moving back to the way things used to be.

  “That’s great, honey,” said his mom. “So much has happened between our two families, but we have to try to maintain that link. We’re all on the island together.”

  She looked right into her eyes as she said the last sentence, and John started to feel like the room had gone up in temperature. He took his suit jacket off slowly, trying to not appear too clumsy as he worked one of the sleeves around his cast and through his sling.

  “Yeah, we’re all here together,” said John. “Here on Blackthorn…”

  He felt a little nervous, but also strangely at ease. His mom was here, in the room with him. She was the woman that had done so much for him in so many ways. For the past 18 years, her life had been about him, protecting him and raising him, being the type of parent that inspired love in her offspring.

  “John,” said his mom. “We’re going to have to move forward now, honey. Things probably aren’t going to be quite as exciting as they have been since we got here.”

  John nodded his head and watched as his mother inched closer to him. He could see now that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her t-shirt, her big breasts poking out against the fabric, almost begging to be let loose.

  “I know, mom,” he said. “We can live our lives here on Blackthorn normally, now that all the dust has settled.”

  Natalie smiled at him, and then set her hand on his knee. It felt amazing and hot, hot enough to make John flinch slightly. His heart was pounding out a chaotic rhythm, and he couldn’t stop his chest from pushing out and back as he drew in huge breaths.

  “I’m your mother, John,” whispered Natalie. “I just love you so much, sometimes…”

  She trailed off in midsentence and moved in even closer. John could feel the heat coming off her body. His cock was painfully hard, pushing out against the gritty fabric of his boxers and dress pants. He nodded to her again and set his hand on her shoulder.

  “I know,” said John. “Mom, I feel the same way.”

  Their voices were almost whispered now, as though they were afraid of being overheard. John could feel his mom’s soft body under his hand, and felt her hand on his leg slowly slip higher up onto his thigh, sending pleasurable tickles racing through him.

  “We’ll have to work hard at it, sweetie,” said his mom. “We have to respect certain… boundaries.”

  “Mom…” whispered John. “It’s so hard.”

  “I know, honey,” she replied. “It’s really hard.”

  He leaned in. John’s lips pushed against his mother’s, and it was as though a timer had gone off in the room. Natalie kissed him back, her lips moving with passion and restraint. She moved one of her hands up to her son’s chest as if to push him back, and then John leaned further forward.

  “Mom!” He fell on top of her, groping at her breasts and grinding his hard cock into her with urgent, horny need.

  Natalie exhaled heavily and stared up into his eyes. She reached up and cupped his cheek in one hand. John could see the conflict on her face, her desires pushing up against the resolve she had developed over the past week of abstinence.

  John leaned forward and kissed his mother again, deeper this time, and with more sexual intent. Her body felt so good, so incredibly good underneath him. Nothing could compare to it, and his senses felt heightened, as though a spell had been cast by the illicit contact.

  “Oh, honey…” His mom ran her hand through his hair. She was shaking her head, but her eyes and other movements told a very different story. She slowly let her thighs open, and John felt his member poke against her through all the layers of fabric.

  “Mom…” He whispered. That’s who she was, he reminded himself. She was his mother, and he was on top of her, a horny teenager, primed and ready for action. He could see the way she recognized the eagerness in his facial expression, as though she knew exactly what he wanted to give her, and could tell how much energy he’d put into it.

  John leaned against his mom and slipped his good hand under her t-shirt, letting it slide all the way up to one of her breasts. It was so soft, so perfect, and yet it felt so incredibly wrong to be touching it. Natalie leaned her head back and then held her arms up over her head. John clumsily pulled her shirt up and off her, struggling to do it with one of his arms sealed away.

  His mom was blushing, and for a moment she covered her breasts with an arm, hiding them from his view. John leaned in close and kissed her again, grinding himself up into her. He was ashamed of how badly he wanted it, wanted her. But she had always been there for him, loving and doting on him, and now it had developed to the next stage beyond that.

  Slowly, and with a mixture of shyness and shame, his mom revealed her breasts to him. They were big and hung in a way that almost defied gravity. Her nipples were perfect pink dots in each center, and John couldn’t resist reaching out and feeling one with his fingers.

  “Sweetie…” Natalie looked as though she could find no words to accompany the situation, and John completely understood why. It was too intense, and too far outside the realm of what their minds could normally handle.

  Instead of saying anything else, John undid the top few buttons of his dress shirt and then pulled it off, again taking care for his injured arm. He tried to continue with unzipping his pants, but his fingers were clumsy with their movements. His mom leaned up and forward and began to do it for him.

  His mom was taking his pants off and freeing his cock, and she was doing it in the same way that she had tied his shoes and given him haircuts as a kid. The thought alone made John’s entire body pulse with forbidden desire as the logical part of his mind scream with unimaginable shame.

  “There we go, honey,” whispered his mom as she dropped his pants to his knees. She slowly brought one of her hands forward and squeezed his hard cock through his boxers. John couldn’t stop a moan from escaping his lips.

  “Mom…” he whispered. “This is…”

  What did he want to say? This is wrong? This is too far? This is something that he never could have imagined in a million years? John wanted her so badly. He had ever since he’d been old enough to see her as a woman, to see the way other men looked at her and the way his own body responded to her, indifferent to the fact that she was the woman who’d raised him.

  Instead of saying anything in reply, his mother slowly hooked her fingers around the waistband of his boxers and slid them off of him. John shivered as he felt the excitement race through him. He leaned forward again, pinning his mom underneath him on the bed, and felt his naked cock push against her thin yoga pants, the only thing in between him and the truly forbidden.

  His mom was looking at him with a strange pride in her eyes. John felt embarrassed. He’d seen that expression before, many times before when she’d watch his soccer games or his school play. She was proud of him, but proud of what? What was there to be proud of in what was happening?

  A primal, instinctual lust began to spread through him, starting in his cock and possessing the rest of his body as though a switch had been thrown. He pulled his mom’s tight yoga pants off her with rough movements and then let his cock press right in between her legs, against the red silk panties that felt so soft and smooth against
his sensitive member.

  “I… I’m going to do it, mom,” he whispered. “I have to…”

  “Sweetie,” she replied. “It’s okay.”

  John slipped her panties down, with more control this time than he had before. He moved back into position, letting the tip of his cock point towards her sweet, pink cunt as though it was a dart getting ready to fly at a dart board.

  This was for real. Everything up until that point had been foreplay. Even the way she’d helped him out, made him feel good, given him gentle release, it all had been controlled, and within certain boundaries.

  This went beyond any of that, and John could feel the pressure of the shame and guilt as he moved forward. His cock touched the beginnings of her folds and filled with intense erotic sensation.

  “Oh, whoa…” The word’s escaped John’s lips without his consent. “Oh wow, mom…”

  He pushed forward a little further. This time, his mom’s cunt accepted his cock head in. She was wet and incredibly warm, and the pleasure that the movement sent through John’s body was more than enough to captivate his inner masculine energy and drive.

  “Mom!” He cried out and pushed in even deeper. His mother moaned underneath him and ran a hand through his hair.

  Her face was red, either with shame, embarrassment, or a mixture of both. John felt the same emotions spinning inside of him, but they were pushed into the background by the irresistible call of desire.

  He thrust forward, pleasure exploding into his cock as he moved. He was really doing it. He was fucking his mother. She was underneath him, completely naked, and he was pushing his cock, his hard, aching cock, into her.

  John’s heart was aching even as his body went into a state of animalistic lust. There was no coming back from this. Even if the two of them respected the standard boundaries, the social norms, there was no way they could ever forget that this had happened.

  He groped at her breasts and slammed his cock into her faster. His mom was breathing heavy and letting out tiny sighs of pleasure. Her face was so red, and every time their eyes met, John felt his own cheeks begin to heat up. So instead, he leaned in and kissed her.