Incest/Taboo Inheritance

Jesse brushed his forearm along his forehead as he wiped his brow, his skin glistening with sweat. Taking a sip of his cold bottle of water before pouring half of it on top of his head and down his neck to cool himself off during the heat of the summer afternoon. Blowing out a breath as he looked up at the wooden bones of the house he was helping to build as he replaced his hard hat. He was the black sheep of his family. Sure he went to Yale. Lived it up in Yuppie Ville. Got a bachelor's in business, yet he never used it. He only did it to satisfy his parents.

Once he was out of school, while his parents were clearly disturbed by his choice of employment Jesse on the other hand enjoyed the hard work. Enjoyed seeing the progress they had made as the house progressed to the next stage in its future life. Wondering what kind of family would live there, what hardships they would endure, what joys they would share and so on. Yet his grand aunt, someone his parents (well everyone in his family except Jesse) sucked up to, since she was rich beyond imagine due to her now late husband and her very wise investments.

How it left a bad taste in his mouth when he watched how his family and extended family tried to milk his aunt for money whenever he was around. While they didn't come out right and say it, except for his cousin. Jesse laughed his ass off as he watched his eighty-year-old grand aunt chased his cousin out of her mansion with a rolling pin. Greta had never allowed him back on the property since then. While everyone was trying to weasel every penny out of her fingers or gain access to the accounts she had access to due to the nature of her dead husband's company. He had heard plenty of times on how whichever member of his family was complaining at the time that they could run it better.

That they would do this or do that and yet Greta's play always paid out leaving everyone very red faced when she slyly gloated how wrong they were. Jesse on the other hand never asked for money. He had told her not to get him anything, or buy him anything, always telling her if he couldn't do it himself then he didn't need it. However, his grand aunt would always have this smirk on her lips when he said that. So when she told him to follow her outside one afternoon Jesse was a little upset when he saw, while not new in any sense, a truck sitting beside her pool house. He could tell the old '92 Chevy 4x4 truck had been fix up, repainted, and everything else it needed to make sure it was a very reliable mode of transportation. Don't get him wrong he was pleased with it; Jesse knew it would make a good truck for his type of work. It was the fact that he had been saving to buy one of his own. It simply annoyed him that his aunt beat him to the punch.

"How much?" Jesse asked, once he turned to her.

"Come again?" Greta asked, trying to keep the sparkle from her eyes.

"How much did it cost you?" Jesse asked, he wasn't going to take a hand out. He was grateful for the gift. Yet he was going to repay her for every cent. That was just the kind of guy Jesse was.

"Three thousand," Greta said, her wrinkly old fingers drummed along her left cheek as her elbow rested in her right hand.

"I know you got it for me, but I'll have you a check for it by tomorrow," Jesse said, with determination.

"Now Jesse, you know you don't..." Her long grey hair brushed against her chest The iridescent pearls of her necklace sparkled as the sun struck their surfaces.

"I know Aunt Greta, but I will," Jesse said, sternly.

"If you must," Greta sighed, yet she knew that was what he would say when she bought it. Although it cost her more than three grand to have the truck restored back to the way it was when it rolled off the showroom floor. The money was nothing to her, she was happy to help Jesse. She was proud that he had taken the path none of her other family members ever tried. Never bugged her for money. Never tried to talk her into some scheme of theirs. This was why she was happy to do this. She knew Jesse would take care of it. "I'd rather take your fine services in exchange for the truck."

"As in?" Jesse asked, knowing she had people for pretty much everything. He couldn't imagine what she could need him for.

"Just that when you get off of work, you come here, let me feed you," Greta said, looping her arm around his. "Talk to me unlike the rest of them do. You don't know how boring they are," she said, in an aspirated sigh as she rolled her eyes. "Spend the night, keep me company. Especially on the weekends when I don't have some event going on. This house is quite lonely all by myself."

"Is that all you want?" Jesse asked, arching an eyebrow.

"There's more to life than money Jesse. The company of a man, a good, smart man can outweigh the billions I have," Greta said, lightly patting Jesse's bicep. "And wouldn't staying here be better than staying in that small, cramped apartment your mother bemoans about every single time she's here?" she asked, her lips flashed him as smile as she looked up at him. "Plus I am old Jesse," resting her head against Jesse's upper arm, "the nights grow long for me. Sometimes I wake up so scared in the middle of the night. Fearing that I would waste away in my bed before someone came to check on me."

"What about Cousin Richard?"

"Bah! That boy is too focused on chasing women to pay attention to his own mother," Greta said, waving off Jesse's suggestion.

"Okay auntie, although I'm going to have to eat the deposit for breaking the lease so soon," Jesse muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck as they sauntered through her rose garden.

"You don't worry about that," Greta whispered standing on her tiptoes placing a kiss on Jesse's cheek. "You just let me take care of you while I can," she stated as they ambled through the garden.

And so, while he worked out underneath the sun, Jesse would retreat back to his aunt's estate every night. He had seen how much his aunt's demeanor had changed since he began living there for the past few months. Something the others of his family weren't too pleased with. Many thought if Jesse could stay there why not them? Why Jesse? Even he had asked himself that question numerous times. Yet his aunt would always hum whenever he was around. Was it that she was simply just lonely? That she didn't have to worry about him constantly hounding her about money or some investment scheme? Maybe that was why she had offered for him to move in. Whatever it was he didn't mind, he just loved his grand aunt. If his staying there brought her some joy who was he to complain? As he brought up the nail gun to secure the two by four to the sill his phone rang out from within his pocket. As he drove the nails into the wood his phone still cried out for his attention.

"Yeah," Jesse said, finally answering.

"Jesse... its Greta..." His mother's voice came over the line. Laying the nail gun down before walking off to the other side of the unfinished house so he could hear her without the sound of hammers drowning her out.

"What about Aunt Greta?" Jesse asked, as he lifted his hard hat from his head. The warm breeze flowed through his sweat drenched hair.

"It's her heart, it gave out two hours ago. I'm so sorry baby, Aunt Greta passed away."

"But she was..." Jesse's voice gave out trying not to tear up.

"I know sweetheart. I know. Why don't you come home, spend the night. Richard might not want you staying there anymore." Jesse sighed. He knew his uncle would turn that mansion into a whore house as women came and went at all hours of the day. Then again, he wasn't expecting his aunt to leave anything for him in her will. Richard and his sister would probably get most of everything then the rest would be divided up among his aunt and mother and the rest of his older family members.

"Alright," Jesse said, trying to keep his tears at bay. Little did Jesse know that behind the scenes the moment that Greta's death was announced things were set into motion that were about to change Jesse's life forever.

A week later...

Jesse stood in the back of the drawing room that his Aunt's lawyer decided to use to read Greta's will due to the vast size of his family. It seemed to him everyone decided to show up in hopes of getting their hands on whatever they could from his aunt's fortune. A scowl formed on his lips as he listened to cousins, aunts, Richard's gold digging girlfriend of the month, along with all the rest, as they muttered what kind of money they could get from selling off what Greta had left them. How he hated listening to it! Jesse couldn't understand why they couldn't at least put aside their greed for a single week and grieve the loss of Greta.

"Now, if I can have everyone's attention," Greta's lawyer said sternly, as she peered over the rim of her glasses. The file containing Greta's will; the deeds for every property she and her company owned; the transfer papers of her CEO chair that she had commanded since her husband's death fifteen years ago all sat within that manila folder in her lap. "I will now read the last will and testament of Greta Stacy Anderson. To my family," she began to read, "your constant hounding for my wealth has not gone unnoticed. Your insatiable greed shall not be the down fall of so many. I will not allow you to drain my accounts, sell my house or what it contains." Jesse straightened up as he leaned against the wall as he noticed how his family were reacting knowing this wasn't how it was meant to go. Listening to the murmuring among his family and the looks of fear knowing they were about to lose out on millions, if not billions, of dollars. He on the other hand was enjoying watching his family members squirm at the thought of being left out of Greta's will. Watching how they all stopped -- namely Richard's money grubbing girlfriend; he had seen her look of horror at the thought of losing the chance to milk Richard for every cent. Jesse's eyes glanced up as Greta's lawyer cleared her throat causing the rest of them to quiet down.

"My son, you have shown me that you cannot keep that thing you call a penis in your pants." Jesse bit the inside of his cheek as a chuckle rolled through his family. Noticing how bright red Richard's face was getting. "Did you think I wouldn't notice how much you spend on your little hussies? Well, the days of me managing your trust fund are over. Time for you to live on what you have if you can't do that then there is no help for you." Jesse tried to keep his smile from showing as Greta listed off every grievance she had with whichever family member. "Now as to my vast wealth and all my holdings, properties, and business. I leave it all to my grandnephew Jesse Lyle Armstrong. He's the only one who deserves to inherit my wealth. The only one of you who never gave me trouble about some scheme you tried to play on me." No one was listening any more, all eyes were on him. It wasn't like he knew she was going to give it all to him.

"This is outrageous! My mother couldn't have left it all to Jesse!" Richard barked. Spittle flew as he leaped from his seat. It had to be mistake. His mother wouldn't have cut him off entirely.

"She certainly did," Greta's lawyer said, as she closed the folder once she placed the copy of the will she was ordered to execute into it.

"I will contest this! You have my word!" Richard growled as he looked at his nephew.

"That would be useless, Ms. Anderson was very clear in her wishes. That young man is her benefactor," she said, getting to her feet. "Any means to try and overturn Ms. Anderson's last wishes will be meet swiftly and vigorously by my firm," she said, her eyes bored into Richard's body. Daring him to spout off on how he was going to win when it was iron clad. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked through the mass of bodies towards her firm's new client. "Mr. Armstrong, on behalf of Morison and Patters, I would like to offer my condolences for your loss. As per her last wishes, I present you the keys to this manor," she said, holding out two keyrings one containing all the keys for the mansion and the set for the pool house. "Here's my card, also per her wish I shall be your personal lawyer for... anything that you might need," she said, knowing she had to keep him within the firm. Jesse was too big of a whale to lose. "You'll find everything you need within the folder. I shall come by tomorrow and bring the papers that you need to sign to make everything official," she said, gently placing her hand on his arm. "Again, you have my deepest sympathies."

"T-thanks," Jesse muttered. He just couldn't believe Greta had left him everything! He might have understood a million dollars or a couple, yet not nearly seven billion dollars as he stared down at all the accounts that were now his. He knew he could never spend all that money. The interest on it alone would cover pretty much anything that would fancy his whim at the moment.

"You're welcome, please call me Janice, I look forward working with you. I'll see myself out and let you grieve," Janice said, her light pink painted lips curved into a smile as she looked into his light blue eyes. She was willing to do anything, and she meant anything to keep Jesse as her client.

Jesse's head turned as he watched her ass swaying as she left the room. He had to admit she was indeed an attractive woman. He wondered why his aunt never mentioned her.

"Jesse? Did you know this was going to happen?" Darla asked, as she looked at her son as she rose from her seat. She knew she couldn't let him have control of all that money. She had to get her hands on at least some of it. She just had to find a way to worm her way into his wallet.

"What?! No! Why would I, I was just as shocked as you all," Jesse said, as he looked at his mother.

"I will get my money one way or another!" Richard growled as he dragged his girlfriend out behind him. If he had been paying attention Jesse would have seen how Richard's sugar baby (as they're called), was staring at him before Richard tugged her along.

"Jesse," Patricia said, as she rose from her chair. She knew her sister well enough to know that she was going to make a play for his money. She wasn't going to be the only one missing out on the millions she could get out of him. "You simply have to come to the country club with me and the girls. A man of your stature simply has to be seen with all the right people," she said, putting on airs as she stepped in front of her sister so his focus would be on her.

"Why? Don't you think it's a little too soon to be giddy after laying Aunt Greta to rest?" Jesse asked, as he stared at his aunt.

"Yes, of course it is Jesse, but I was thinking..."

"We," Darla said, pushing her sister out of the way. Feeling everyone's eyes on them as they watched the exchange. Seeing how her own husband was staring at her perplexingly. Frank had to know that she couldn't leave her son to his own devices. Who knows what or how much of Greta's fortune would be gone if she didn't keep an eye on her son. "Were thinking that, but not this week, that's just disrespectful," she said, shooting her sister a glance. "But maybe next week or the week after that you'd come join us at the club."

"Why? It's not like I've ever fit in there in the first place," Jesse stated as he crossed his arms.

"I know son," Frank said, getting to his feet. Finally realizing what his wife was trying to do. While he wasn't for it, but his son -- at least to him -- was faulty and didn't know the meaning of being rich, or in his son's case, now filthy rich. Jesse needed their guiding hand so they could ensure they were always taken care of even if this went the way he thought it would go. If he and the rest of them could worm a few million here and there out of Jesse's hands he was willing to share his wife if that's what it took. If the way Darla had looked at their son was any indication of what she wanted to do. "Yet since you are now the CEO of Greta's and Bill's aerospace company while not officially yet, still going to the country club will do wonders for your company."

"How?!" Jesse asked, perplexed. Trying not to show how freaked out he was at the thought of running an aerospace company. He knew nothing about it. Sure he had a degree in business, yet to actually put it into practice was another thing altogether.

"Do you know who attends the club?" Frank asked, arching an eyebrow. "About every business owner within a fifty mile radius of the city," he said, when his son had a blank look on his face.

"And," Patricia said, cutting back in. "You'll need someone, namely me," shooting her sister a look, "to introduce you to all these people that will and can be a benefit to you," she said, wishing she had worn a much tighter dress to show off her 36D breasts and her curvaceous body.

"Uh-huh," Jesse said, trying to fight the urge to roll his eyes. Turning his head as his second cousin came bounding up to him. Her youthful, thus perky, 38C breasts bounced in her high priced cardigan sweater. Her skin tight slacks hugged her thighs as the sound of her heels resounded on the hardwood floor.

"Jesse," Brianna (or Bree as she was called within the family), said as she stood at Jesse's side. The tips of her brunette, feathered hair brushed along her shoulders as she looked up at Jesse. Her light tanned skin glistened in the light of the room. Standing just shy of five feet she was the shortest in her family. "Maybe you could use a personal assistant?!" she asked, her brown eyes shown with hopefulness. She knew if she could work for him, one: it would give her the cash she needed for college, two: it would give her a way to worm her way into his good side, and it was something her mother, Jesse's first cousin -- Richard's very younger sister by ten years, wanted. She knew how irate her mother was, not as much if her uncle had inherited her grandmother's wealth. It wasn't a secret that Uncle Richard would have squandered her grandmother's fortune. Plus she knew how much her mother needed it, given how her uncle had swindled her mother out of most of her trust fund on some scheme of his. It also wasn't a secret that Richard liked the playboy life that her grandmother provided him. Yet Brianna just couldn't understand why she had left everything to Jesse. "You know I would make a great assistant for you," Brianna said, smiling warmly at him. "Plus, I could use the money for when I start college," she said, in a small voice as she stared at the tops of her feet. Other than Jesse they were the only ones who knew what it was like to live like everyone else.

"I... guess... that could work," Jesse muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You won't regret this!" Brianna shouted joyfully as she threw her arms around her cousin. Pressing her breasts tightly against Jesse's groin. Something she had purposely done knowing the softness of them would ignite his manhood. She knew it was wrong to do this to Jesse. Knew it was morally wrong to offer her body to him if it came to that. Yet, if she could help her mother, and herself, on just getting a fraction of a percent of the money Jesse now has it was worth it. She was tired of seeing her mother struggling to make ends meet since her father never sent child support when he ran off when she was eight.

"Right," Jesse said, drawing out the word as he patted his cousin's back. "Come by next week and we'll sort everything out."

"Sure thing! I'll be here bright and early on Monday!" Brianna said, with a broad smile.

"Now the rest of you can see yourself out of... my house," Jesse ordered, feeling how weird that sounded as it left his lips as he walked towards the grand staircase. "The reading is over, and I have a house to explore and things to do."

"Jesse!" Darla called out to her son.

"Jesse! Sweetheart!" Patricia mimicked her sister as they climbed the stairs.

"What do you think you're doing sister," Darla hissed low.

"The same thing you are," Patricia shot back. Knowing how this might look to the others, namely her own husband, then again, with what she was going to make in the process she doubted he would mind. If he did, she didn't really care, after all she was about to become one of the richest men's mistress. Charles could either go along with it, or he could remain in his lower tier of high class. It wasn't as if she was going to leave her husband, she would only stay with Jesse, if everything worked out, two days a week so he wouldn't seek another member of the family and cut her off. "Don't you think it would be better if we worked together than against one another?"

"What do you have in mind?" Darla asked, stopping at the middle landing, cocking out her hip. Crossing her arms below her breasts waving off her husband as he looked at her. "Go home, I need to talk to Jesse, I'll have Paul drive me home," she said, referring to Greta's -- now Jesse's chauffeur. Realizing that what she was about to do to her son was so wrong, yet Jesse didn't know how the kind of wealth he now had could change him. Her son needed her helping hand to keep him on track. If she had to suck and or fuck her son then she'd do it, granted not free of course. After all her son could afford to keep her in the finer things.

"Okay dear, don't take too long, remember we have that dinner with the business partners," Frank said, straightening out his cufflink.

"Of course dear," blowing her husband a kiss, "I wouldn't miss it," Darla said, although she didn't mean it. It was going to be as boring as the Spanish Inquisition was to a church jamboree.

"We both know Jesse can't be allowed to do what he wants with that fortune. The whole family knows it," Patricia stated sweeping her arm out to their departing family members. "Who knows what that kind of money will do to his mind?"

"Yes, I agree the few hundred million that Greta left would be gone in no time," Darla said, chewing on her thumb. Not realizing that Greta had purposely misled her family on how much she truly had. "Plus, he won't know how to manage all those properties he now controls."

"See. You understand. He's going to need us, in more ways than one. Obviously, we're going to have to keep his focus on us. We can't let an outsider catch his eye."

"You really going to go that far?" Darla asked, shooting her sister a look.

"Please," Patricia rolled her eyes, "I knew the moment you jumped from your seat you had already decided on going that far."

"Holy shit!" Their heads snapped towards the east wing of the mansion at Jesse's shout. Slipping out of their heels before rushing off towards the sound of his voice.

"Honey," Darla called out as they neared what used to be Greta's mega-closet, which once was a spare room. "What's the matter?" she asked, as she entered. A place she's been in countless times to purloin a dress, a shawl, or some other fancy garment from her aunt when she was alive; yet she never knew of the walk-in safe whose door now stood ajar. Darla had always wondered where Greta stored all her valuable jewelry that Greta would have adorning her attire at whichever event she was at. Her eyes darted to and fro as the gems of the brooches, rings, necklaces, bracelets and everything else glinted in the light as she stepped up towards the door.

"Oh my," Patricia gasped at the sparkling gems that lined the many shelves mounted in various colors of gold and silver. Noting how Jesse turned around eyeing them oddly as they blocked the exit.

"Jesse, would you mind if I borrow this brooch?" Darla asked, as her fingers ran down the emerald encrusted piece of jewelry that dated from the late '20s. Watching her son's eyes running down the list that contained every item that was stored in that vault.

"Why?" Jesse asked, noting that it was worth over a hundred thousand dollars.

"Your father and I have this dinner, more for his sake than my own, I can't tell you how dull those people are and this," her thumb brushed along the brooch's face, "will certainly be enough to make those women envious of me. Also if you do I'll do a little something for you," Darla cooed as she stepped closer to her son.

"You have to let me borrow these earrings!" Patricia exclaimed; her eyes glanced at the one carat diamond earrings. "Unless of course, you're into cross dressing, otherwise all this fine jewelry is just going to go to waste sitting in here and not being displayed on women as attractive as your mother and I," she stated with a sensuous smile.

"What are..." Jesse gasped as his mother and his aunt both caressed his manhood.

"I told you baby, I'd do you a little favor," Darla purred as she felt her son's manhood growing against her hand.

"Mmm, yes, a favor is required for allowing us to don these priceless works of art," Patricia uttered matching her sister's sultry tone. Casting a glance at her younger sister when they both felt it. Brushing her left cheek against his, "Like how I'll fuck you if I lose those earrings," she whispered heatedly into his ear.

"What...?!" Jesse's words died in his throat as his mother placed her finger to his lips.

"Shh... there's no need for words baby," her aqua marine eyes lustered as her fingers lowered the zipper of his pants, "this is what we're willing to give you," Darla said, as Patricia slipped her hand into the slit of his slacks. Noting her sister's widening eyes as Patricia's fingers wrapped around Jesse's rod.

"My, Jesse, I didn't know you were so..." Taking a dry swallow as her hand softly ran up and down his shaft, "Big," Patricia stammered. Knowing he had to be eight and a half inches if not longer as she mentally measured his length. Listening to her sister's gasp as she snaked his cock out.

"Oh baby, I didn't know you were so well endowed," Darla said breathlessly, running her fingertips along his member. Her mouth watered knowing he was by far bigger than his own father was. Smirking at her sister as they both sank down his body. "Remember baby, only your family is willing to do this for you," she purred before inhaling her son's cock. Gagging on it as she tried to force it down her throat, only to have her sister take his manhood from her. Her eyes glinted as she stared up at her son as Patricia's head bobbed on her son's slick pole.

"Are you enjoying it Jesse?" Patricia asked, passing her nephew's cock back to his mother, running her tongue along her lower lip tasting her nephew on it. Running her hand up Jesse's trembling left thigh, noting how he fought himself from reaching out and bracing himself on the shelves and dislodging all that high priced jewelry from their stands. Her eyes cut hard to her sister as she heard Jesse curse, watching how Darla swallowed, her eyes on her son as she rocked her head on his pole. Listening to the sucking pop as the head of his rod left her lips.

"Not even your father gets that baby," Darla purred running her tongue along the back of his crown referencing how she never swallowed her husband's load. "Just next time warn me before you cum down my throat, I do want to enjoy your taste," she spoke lustfully, her hand slowly moving along his deflating shaft unable to let go of her son's manhood. She could already feel her mound yearning to have it fill her in ways Frank could never give her. Lifting up her skirt, her hips wiggled as she pushed down her white, delicate, lace panties to the floor of the safe. Turning around, lifting her skirt over her ass and presenting her red, hot, wet mound to her son. "This baby will be yours anytime you want... for a price," Darla cooed as she ran her fingers along her moist labia.

"Let's not forget about me now," Patricia said, cutting in. Listening to her sister gasp as she spread Darla's ass cheeks a part so her son could really see what he was getting. "I know your mind is probably in shock given how we," wiggling her eyebrows, "just sucked you off and telling you we're willing to fuck you. Don't get us wrong here Jesse, your mother and I are not sluts," she stated sternly. "Yet you're going to need our guiding hand," smirking as Darla moaned out her name as she inserted two fingers into her sister's cunt, "and who better to make sure you don't crash when overseeing every single thing that Greta left you. I'm not saying you can't on your own, but why risk it? Why risk it when we," listening to her sister's hiss as she smacked Darla's ass, "are more than willing to help you? As my sister has said for a price that is," Patricia said, with a libidinous smirk.

"Uh-huh," Jesse muttered. His mind still couldn't get around the fact that his mother and aunt had just sucked him off, his own mother swallowing his cum like the girls he used to see at the frat houses at Yale, to her showing her own son her cunt and telling him he could fuck her any time Jesse wanted. It just seem so unreal. He had to be dreaming, this all had to be a dream. However, as he glanced down at his wet cock, he could still feel their lips on it.

"So how about we make a deal with you," Patricia said, removing her hands from her sister's backside. Taking hold of the hem of her sweater and lifting up above her breasts, displaying her 32Ds to his eyes. Showing him just what he was getting should he agree to their terms. "After all the interest alone on that half a billion dollars Greta left you will certainly be enough to cover what we'll be asking for in exchange for helping you oversee all your holdings."

"I see," Jesse uttered, keeping his amusement from his face at the fact that Greta never told them the truth. So he would play along just to see what they wanted out of all of this. Watching how his mother pushed down her skirt and straightened up while stepping out of her panties. Promptly scooping them up off the floor, spinning on her heel, a coy smirk was on his mother's lips as she wrapped her panties around his wet cock.

"You like that don't you baby?" Darla cooed heatedly in his ear as she cleaned her son's spent cock with the soft fabric of her underwear. "All you have to do is agree to our terms and you can have us any time, any place, any position you want," she purred sensuously before softly biting on his earlobe. "After all what's a hundred thousand a month to you now, hmm? You might have the basic skills to run a business but you do not have the practical skills needed to run a corporation like you've just inherited. However, we," gesturing to her sister, "have those skills," her nose nosed her son's hair, pondering on the day when she could get that big cock deep inside of her, "trust me baby, you'll love it when I'm riding you," Darla whispered as she stuffed her panties into her son's pocket. "You think about that," reaching over and taking the brooch off its stand, "now I must run or your father will have a fit if we're late to that boorish dinner," she said, placing a kiss on her son's cheek. She had to admit she did love the taste of her son's cum on her tongue as she swayed her hips whilst exiting the safe. Knowing how her ass was moving beneath her skirt; after all she was now going to be her son's personal fuck buddy, Darla saw no need not to entice her son with the body that will be pleasuring him.

"Just think of it Jesse," pushing her ass against his groin, making his soft cock glide through the crevasse of her ass, "you from behind, pounding that hard cock into your aunt's pussy," Patricia said, trying to reignite her nephew's hard-on just so she too could get her own cum-shot down her throat. "As long it's not painful or weird, I'll let you do anything to me," she whispered, resting her back against his chest as she felt his hands on her hips. Biting her lip as she felt his rod growing once again.

Patricia walked out of that room with a smile on her lips and a belly full of her nephew's cum. Opening up her compact, which she had dug out of her purse, making sure her makeup and hair was just so, and that no traces of Jesse's cum marred her skin. Smirking, the reflection of the diamond earrings was caught in the mirror as the lid of the compact closed. Grinning at her husband who stood there waiting for her this whole time while she was sucking another man, albeit her nephew, off. Charles knew a winning horse when he saw one, no doubt her sister informed Charles on her way out.

"Come Charles," looping her arm around her husband's, "I need to go shopping, after all I'll be attending to Jesse," she hoped.

"Good morning, Mr. Armstrong," the butler stated as he walked into the room that Jesse had taken to occupying. Jesse had informed him to donate Greta's clothes, and bed to charity, and he would take command of one of the many numerous spare bedrooms that dotted the house until the room could be redone. Jesse didn't feel right moving into that room when Greta's belongings were still within it. He knew some, if not most, of the dresses in that converted room made into a closet were over several thousand dollars each. Yet Jesse didn't see himself walking around in dresses. So if they brought some down on their luck soul joy then who was he to complain about the price of the garments. They would probably be better off in the hands of people who could use them and not rotting on hooks for years.

"Hello Jarvis," Jesse replied weakly as he yawned. "Thought I told ya to call me Jesse," he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"I cannot, as my employer, call you Jesse, will Master Jesse be satisfactory?" Jarvis asked, with an amused smile.

"Yeah... alright," Jesse mumbled as he unfolded the morning paper that Jarvis had brought him. The man had been with his aunt for over twenty years, so he knew Greta had set up a retirement account for him when he wished to leave his service. "When is Paul due to come in?" he asked, as Jarvis straightened out his room.

"Within the hour sir, is there somewhere you wish to go today?" Jarvis queried as he picked up Jesse's dirty clothes.

"Yeah, need to give my notice since I have a business to run now," Jesse sighed, hoping he was up to the task.

"Very good sir," Jarvis nodded. "Shall I have the chef prepare your breakfast for you?"

"Yeah, oh, and tell the staff those who want to stay on will get a ten percent pay raise, those who don't will get a check for the rest of their salary for the year," Jesse said, having gone over the budget for the household staff last night he knew he could afford the increase. Laying the newspaper to the left of him, throwing off the covers, "Jarvis, when are the gardeners supposed to come?" he asked, looking over at his butler.

"They normally come every Tuesday and Thursday to tend to the grounds," Jarvis said, matter-of-factly.

"Good. Tell them to take special care of Aunt Greta's roses, she loved those flowers. I don't want them to die because I don't have a green thumb," Jesse said, smiling at the late-fifties-year-old man.

"I'll see that they are informed," Jarvis nodded in understanding. "I will see to your room, and have a fresh set laid out for you while you bathe, young master," he stated fighting back the smile he felt forming at Jesse's raised eyebrow.

"Inform me on the progress of Greta's old room later today. I want to make sure that the clothes go to the most desperate of the needy, along with the bed. Wouldn't feel right if I slept on it," Jesse directed as he walked into the adjoining bathroom. While not as large as the one attached to the master bedroom, it was still half the size of the apartment he once rented.

"If you'll just sign here and here," Janice said, pointing to the spots of the forms he had to sign to make it official that he was now the CEO of Greenworks Aerospace and Technologies. Her eyes watched as the pen moved along the papers. Nodding as she flipped through it all when everything looked in order. "I'll send a copy of this to the board once I have it notarized and send you the copies of the rest for your own files," Janice said, in a warm tone as she slid the stack of papers into her briefcase. "Now, how are you doing? With all of this I mean?"

"Honestly?" Seeing Janice nod, "Feels like I'm drowning," Jesse answered, leaning back in Greta's old brown leather chair that sat behind a six foot long solid oak desk. His eyes looked around at the shelves of books that lined the walls of Greta's old office -- now his office. "I was content with my blue collar life, now this," he said, lifting up stacks of reports that had arrived while he was out visiting his old boss. "I just don't know where to begin..."

"Maybe I can help you, Jesse," Darla said, appearing in the doorway as if summoned by magic. Wearing the brooch she had borrowed from his vault to remind him of the offer she and her sister had given him.

"I should go," Janice uttered checking her watch, "don't want to miss the notary, just hang in there." Lightly placing her hand on his forearm, allowing her blouse to hang up. Showing off the tops of her 32C breasts and her red lacy bra she wore. "I'm sure it will get easier for you," she whispered winking at him.

"Now," closing the door behind Janice once she left the room and locking it, "why don't you show me what's troubling you, son," Darla said, elegantly walking over to the couch that matched the chair her son was sitting in. Her hands ran down the back of her skirt she had worn to her board meeting earlier that day. It was true, she really didn't need the money, yet she was nowhere near as well off as her son. So that is why she used her womanly charms to add to her coffers, this was her son after all.

For over an hour, Darla went over every prospect of the reports with Jesse. Smiling warmly at him when she saw that her son was catching on. Knowing his schooling was coming back to him, Jesse just needed someone that's actually dealt with running a company like she has to help him.

"So honey," laying the papers down on the table in front of them, "have you given any thought to what happened yesterday?" Darla asked, her fingertips lightly skimmed up her son's right leg.

"The part about me fucking you or you sucking me off?" Jesse asked, looking at his mother quizzically.

"Both," Darla purred. Biting her lip, her hand rubbed high along his inner right thigh. All through that dull, boring dinner she only had one thought on her mind. That was what it would feel like to have something so huge lodged deep within her cunt. She had to keep her composure for four long hours as her mound throbbed, her juices soaking into the black panties she wore last night. Had to fight back the mews and whimpers as her sensitive labia brushed along the fabric every time she moved. "I told you baby, any time, any place, any position you want, you can have me," Darla hummed into his ear as she slipped the buttons of her suit jacket from their housings.

"You did like it when I had your cock in my mouth didn't you?" Her nose trailed along Jesse's right cheek, feeling her mound heating as her hand rubbed her son's manhood. Her nails scraping up the length of his cock as it flexed at the thought of it. "I know this did," Darla said, in a wanton whisper. Leaning in, taking her son by surprise as her lips embraced his. Melting as her son kissed her, reminding her of how men in her youth would do so when they thought they could win her hand.

"Give me your answer baby, and I'll ride this big cock of yours until you cum deep inside of me," Darla spoke with a lustful need as she lowered the zipper of her son's pants. Guiding that hard root out from its confines, feeling its heat soaking into her palm. Trying to remember the last time Frank got this hard for her. A hungry look appeared in her eyes as her son pushed her back.​