Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
"Yes!" I groaned. "Oh, fuck, yes!"
My cum rushed out of me. I shuddered as more rapture surged through my body. I flooded her with everything that I had. It was an amazing rush. I savored every minute of it. Every last second of this passion crashing through me.
I groaned as her pussy milked out all that cum. It was an incredible rush. I panted on her. I quivered there, loving this moment. She held me tight, her hands sliding up and down my back. She breathed into my ear
"Mmm, wasn't that just wonderful, Master," she moaned. "Imagine having a whole harem of maids that you can enjoy like that."
"That would be nice," I groaned and rolled off her, my cock sliding out of her pussy.
"Not just nice," she purred, "but necessary." She rose from the bed, naked and flushed. Her black hair fell down her back. A run marred one of her stockings while my cum leaked out of her pussy and ran down her inner thighs. She went to a cabinet and opened it. She then grabbed a box made of a red-stained wood.
She brought it to me. I set up, blinking in confusion. The aromatic scent of cedar filled my nose as she opened it. Inside were five garters, like the lacy band she wore on her leg, only these ones were silver, pink, light-blue, red, and yellow.
"You give a woman or girl one of these garters, and they will be bound to you," she purred. "Owned by you, like I am. Your maid. Your five chief maids, each with a different role to serve you. To love you."
"Owned?" I asked. "I just give it to them and they, what, are under my spell?" I chuckled.
"Yes," she said. "Their will bound to yours. They will be forever happy serving you." She touched the silver one. "This is for the 'Mommy Maid'. The healer and nurturer. I recommend your mother for the role since she already has the disposition for it."
"What?" I gasped. "You want me to enchant my mother to be my maid?"
"And lover," purred Cali. "Incest has long been a tradition of the Hayward family. The bloodline must be kept as pure as possible. Now... Go to her room, hand her this garter, and enjoy the delights that only a mother can give her son."
Cali placed the silver garter in my hand. It tingled with power. "Fuck."
To be continued...
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 2 months agoThe amount of repetitive and/or AI assisted "writing" is alarming. It is the *same* in every single one of their stories.
Anonymous6 months ago5 stars.
A good start to a tale. Well written, very few errors grammatically. So far so good.
re Mark263 comment about lit authors having "mummy issues"
Did Walt Disney actually believe in talking animals? His works are proliferated with them.
Did JRR Tolkien actually believe in hobbits, wizards and dragons?
Do you question Charles Dickens about his belief in Father Christmas?
As a reader it is helpful to keep separate the author and the characters.
Is it not the readers who mark mother son incest stories with higher scores the ones who have issues?
One author wrote in his comments that he tried writing a romance story and it got low marks and lousy comments from the readers. He rewrote it as a mother son incest story and got higher marks and better comments. What's a struggling poorly paid author going to do?
Is it not well documented that just as a daughters first love is her father, and a sons first love is his mummy.
Also in fantasy, for most people, the naughtier the better. We don't need to fantasize about straight laced prim and proper strictly moral prudes. We encounter those people everywhere. There is utterly no fun in those fantasies. We fantasize about the unattainable. That's what fantasy is. Something that is not real. Something imagined.
Most men fantasize about having sex with a young teenage girl with plaits and braces in a very short micro mini skirt. It doesn't mean they will ever live out their fantasy, well outside of a brothel/strip club.
Its merely a fantasy harking back to a time when their hormones were flowing rampantly out of control, they were surrounded by young girls in skimpy outfits who were still trying to find the boundaries of modesty. A time when they themselves were young and full of hope. That was before they realized that they had become sad old worn out has beens who never quite made it.
Tomdully10 months agoBoy oh boy but hey that did happen and probably still is so I love it but I hope you don't change him he seems to be a good person please don't make him a slut only but love the story
Time4Luvover 1 year agoIt's so refreshing to read a great story, I've been so disappointed lately. Other than the repeated sentences and word it's wonderful. A perfect amount of sex and I kept saying now go do mom and sister and you finally did, I hope Bela is marked for a garter.
I wasn't thrilled when Cali revealed she'd been used by all the Hayward from the beginning. Used up slut came to mind and I'm super sick of 99.9% of every story has a hung monster dick that steals the show and the girls are mesmerized. Yet there is a small % of hung dudes and most women when asked say it's uncomfortable, hurts and they don't want them. Can't wait for the Incest to start...
