into view on the horizon, so did the morning sun, lighting up the small land oasis in brilliant color.
“That’s it,” said Natalie. “God, I thought I’d never have to come back here.”
John had to lean in close to hear her. He stared at his mom’s face, trying to read her expression and failing.
“Why do you hate the place so much?” he asked her. “Was my grandfather a cruel man?”
Natalie shook her head, and then rubbed his knee again.
“He owned more than half of the entire island,” she said. “Almost five thousand people live on it, and they all treated me like I was royalty. It’s not what I wanted for my life, and it’s not what I want for you, either.”
John stared at the window, admiring the landscape of Blackthorn Isle and wondering just where the helicopter was going to land. There were a couple of large estates that he could see near the coast, but there was also a decently sized, rustic looking village in the center.
The island was a mix of hills and fields. About a third of it was urban area, leaving acres of open plains, forests, and farm land scattered about. There was a dock in the village, and a couple of roads running through the rows of buildings, circling around the circumference of the island.
The helicopter drew closer, and the pilot began to navigate towards one particularly large looking building that was just on the edge of the village, right next to a large, overhanging cliff that sloped down into a coastal beach. As they slowly began to drop down from the sky, John could see that the building was a mansion, complete with a helipad on the roof, a perfectly landscaped lawn, a gigantic garage, and a couple of luxury cars scattered about the enormous parking area.
“This is it?” asked John. His mom nodded her head solemnly to him, and he stared down more closely at the Ludling Estate.
There was a small stairway entrance to the side of the roof, and standing in front of it was a short young woman dressed in the easily identifiable black and white outfit of a French maid. The dress that she had on was low cut in the bust, and high hanging on her thighs, showing off the woman’s nice breasts and curvy hips magnificently.
Natalie noticed her son staring at the woman and let out a disapproving cough. John looked at his mom and felt his cheeks heat up a little.
“My father usually only had one or two maids on staff in the mansion, at least back when I lived there,” she said. “I don’t think we’ll have much need for them in our stay, so try not to pay them too much mind.”
John nodded, but knew that it would be impossible. He could see the woman clearly now as the helicopter settled down on the pad, and next to his mom, she was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. She looked to be a little older than him, maybe in her mid-twenties, and had a welcoming smile on her face.
“Well, here you go,” said the pilot. “I live in the town, but Olivia has my number on file, for when the two of you decide that you’re ready to return to the mainland.”
“Thank you,” said John. He reached to unbuckle his seat belt, and found that his mom was already reaching over to do it for him. It almost felt as though her reaction to the whole situation was to just treat him like he was a child again.
The pilot climbed out of the helicopter and quickly headed over and down the stairs. The maid waiting for them slowly made her way over, arms folded across her lap, and stood to greet them on the helipad.
“Hello!” Her voice was clear and musical, like a bell. “My name is Olivia, sir. I’m here to help you in any way that I can.”
The girl had a youthful face with strikingly attractive features. John found himself thinking that her looks were wasted on the job of a maid, when they could easily buy her a comfortable life as a supermodel or actress.
“That won’t be necessary,” said Natalie, stepping in front of her son as though
“That’s it,” said Natalie. “God, I thought I’d never have to come back here.”
John had to lean in close to hear her. He stared at his mom’s face, trying to read her expression and failing.
“Why do you hate the place so much?” he asked her. “Was my grandfather a cruel man?”
Natalie shook her head, and then rubbed his knee again.
“He owned more than half of the entire island,” she said. “Almost five thousand people live on it, and they all treated me like I was royalty. It’s not what I wanted for my life, and it’s not what I want for you, either.”
John stared at the window, admiring the landscape of Blackthorn Isle and wondering just where the helicopter was going to land. There were a couple of large estates that he could see near the coast, but there was also a decently sized, rustic looking village in the center.
The island was a mix of hills and fields. About a third of it was urban area, leaving acres of open plains, forests, and farm land scattered about. There was a dock in the village, and a couple of roads running through the rows of buildings, circling around the circumference of the island.
The helicopter drew closer, and the pilot began to navigate towards one particularly large looking building that was just on the edge of the village, right next to a large, overhanging cliff that sloped down into a coastal beach. As they slowly began to drop down from the sky, John could see that the building was a mansion, complete with a helipad on the roof, a perfectly landscaped lawn, a gigantic garage, and a couple of luxury cars scattered about the enormous parking area.
“This is it?” asked John. His mom nodded her head solemnly to him, and he stared down more closely at the Ludling Estate.
There was a small stairway entrance to the side of the roof, and standing in front of it was a short young woman dressed in the easily identifiable black and white outfit of a French maid. The dress that she had on was low cut in the bust, and high hanging on her thighs, showing off the woman’s nice breasts and curvy hips magnificently.
Natalie noticed her son staring at the woman and let out a disapproving cough. John looked at his mom and felt his cheeks heat up a little.
“My father usually only had one or two maids on staff in the mansion, at least back when I lived there,” she said. “I don’t think we’ll have much need for them in our stay, so try not to pay them too much mind.”
John nodded, but knew that it would be impossible. He could see the woman clearly now as the helicopter settled down on the pad, and next to his mom, she was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. She looked to be a little older than him, maybe in her mid-twenties, and had a welcoming smile on her face.
“Well, here you go,” said the pilot. “I live in the town, but Olivia has my number on file, for when the two of you decide that you’re ready to return to the mainland.”
“Thank you,” said John. He reached to unbuckle his seat belt, and found that his mom was already reaching over to do it for him. It almost felt as though her reaction to the whole situation was to just treat him like he was a child again.
The pilot climbed out of the helicopter and quickly headed over and down the stairs. The maid waiting for them slowly made her way over, arms folded across her lap, and stood to greet them on the helipad.
“Hello!” Her voice was clear and musical, like a bell. “My name is Olivia, sir. I’m here to help you in any way that I can.”
The girl had a youthful face with strikingly attractive features. John found himself thinking that her looks were wasted on the job of a maid, when they could easily buy her a comfortable life as a supermodel or actress.
“That won’t be necessary,” said Natalie, stepping in front of her son as though
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