work.
“Work?” asked John. “Why would someone this rich ever need to work?”
Olivia smiled at him gently.
“The old Count was a very kind and determined man,” she said. “He did a lot for the local community, investing in many businesses, and helping out with charitable donations. I’ve never known anyone quite like him before.”
The way she looked at John, as though she was sizing him up in character, made him feel almost naked in her eyes. She continued leading him across the second floor, showing him a game room with a pool table, darts, and a number of board games, and then bringing them down to the first floor.
“And the ground floor, as you might expect, has all of the major necessities for a household of this size,” said Olivia. “There is a kitchen, a dining room, a sauna and hot bath, a small gym, the wine cellar down below, and of course, the servant’s quarters.”
“How many servants, I mean, staff, does the mansion employ?” asked John.
“It’s just me,” said Olivia. There was something very lonely about the statement, but the maid’s cheery and confident disposition made it sound like something she was proud of.
“That will be all, Olivia, you are dismissed.” Natalie spoke in a tone of authority, one that hinted at the years she had spent living in the estate and learning how to be a proper lady. Olivia bowed to the two of them, and then turned to leave.
“John, if there is anything that you need, don’t hesitate to ask.” Olivia stared directly into his eyes and enunciated each word with a very open, feminine tone. She had a smile on her face that made John feel excited, and a little embarrassed. “Anything at all. I am here to serve.”
“That will be all!” Natalie cut her off and waved to the servant’s quarters, and Olivia left without looking back.
Neither of them spoke for a moment. Natalie slowly walked up behind her son and wrapped him into a tight, tender, reverse hug.
“I know this is a lot to take in, sweetie,” she whispered. “It’s up to you what happens now. Personally, I think we should sell the place and return to our old lives, but I’m going to be here for you, as your mother, regardless of what you decide.”
Her breath was hot against his neck, and he could feel her big, soft boobs pressed against him. John sighed, and then turned around in her arms. For a moment, the two of them were in a lover’s embrace, and it took them a second to realize how inappropriate it was and back away from each other.
“I just need to think for a little bit, mom,” said John. “You’re right… this is a lot to take in.”
Illicit Inheritance by Anya Merchant
“Work?” asked John. “Why would someone this rich ever need to work?”
Olivia smiled at him gently.
“The old Count was a very kind and determined man,” she said. “He did a lot for the local community, investing in many businesses, and helping out with charitable donations. I’ve never known anyone quite like him before.”
The way she looked at John, as though she was sizing him up in character, made him feel almost naked in her eyes. She continued leading him across the second floor, showing him a game room with a pool table, darts, and a number of board games, and then bringing them down to the first floor.
“And the ground floor, as you might expect, has all of the major necessities for a household of this size,” said Olivia. “There is a kitchen, a dining room, a sauna and hot bath, a small gym, the wine cellar down below, and of course, the servant’s quarters.”
“How many servants, I mean, staff, does the mansion employ?” asked John.
“It’s just me,” said Olivia. There was something very lonely about the statement, but the maid’s cheery and confident disposition made it sound like something she was proud of.
“That will be all, Olivia, you are dismissed.” Natalie spoke in a tone of authority, one that hinted at the years she had spent living in the estate and learning how to be a proper lady. Olivia bowed to the two of them, and then turned to leave.
“John, if there is anything that you need, don’t hesitate to ask.” Olivia stared directly into his eyes and enunciated each word with a very open, feminine tone. She had a smile on her face that made John feel excited, and a little embarrassed. “Anything at all. I am here to serve.”
“That will be all!” Natalie cut her off and waved to the servant’s quarters, and Olivia left without looking back.
Neither of them spoke for a moment. Natalie slowly walked up behind her son and wrapped him into a tight, tender, reverse hug.
“I know this is a lot to take in, sweetie,” she whispered. “It’s up to you what happens now. Personally, I think we should sell the place and return to our old lives, but I’m going to be here for you, as your mother, regardless of what you decide.”
Her breath was hot against his neck, and he could feel her big, soft boobs pressed against him. John sighed, and then turned around in her arms. For a moment, the two of them were in a lover’s embrace, and it took them a second to realize how inappropriate it was and back away from each other.
“I just need to think for a little bit, mom,” said John. “You’re right… this is a lot to take in.”
Illicit Inheritance by Anya Merchant
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