Chapter 2

My breath caught in my throat when I saw the young woman. She was tall and elegant with perfect breasts, hips, butt, and legs. I felt jealous of her beauty for one moment, then I thought of my perfect boy claiming her and my pussy flooded, causing me to squirm. I glanced at Emily, and she smiled, opening the Dm section and showing me a conversation with her sister that began with a photo of my son, standing before the door to his room in swim trunks, with a towel over one shoulder about to head out back and swim.

-That is the son of the lady I work for.

-OMG so how creepy am I for finding a boy to be the sexiest man I ever saw? ... Tell me he’s 18...

-He is 14... facepalm x 5

-WTF you do that to me? Now I feel gross. But he so beautiful ... om I can’t stop staring. How you work near him all day. You know I see how some of those teachers fuck their students...

-DANIKA!!!

-You know you thought it too. You sent the photo...

-It’s painful to be near and not touch him

-Remember uncle Davey?

-It’s been so long since I thought of him.

-He kept us from getting pregnant by all the creeps in town...

-...

-If you do, invite me if you can ahahaha

-You’re so creepy!

I read through the texts twice and then looked up at Emily with a big smile.

“I like the way you ladies think,” I split the last of the bottle between our two glasses and then cocked one leg over the other, “Now tell me about Uncle Davey.”

The woman was more than a little drunk, and the story poured out of her. A sexy older single uncle who’d watched them both for a summer. The girls each seducing the man and had a wild summer, each having their way with him and exhausting the guy. The summer ended with one wild threesome between them, the only time Emily and her sister had been together but remained a special memory for them both. Neither had found an equal to the man, managing not to get pregnant or in trouble and having gained a lot of wisdom for the experience. When she finished the story and our wine, I set plans for our next ‘meeting’ and gave her the address of my doctor’s office where she could go get tested right away, and I would pay for everything.

I fell asleep that night after dinner with my boy and a movie where I got to spend an hour combing his perfect black hair, dreaming of the ideal future for him. He would have his every desire or fantasy explored and experienced in a safe and loving environment. I had no fear of spoiling and ruining the boy. If that could happen, then it would have already. He had grown up like modern nobility with his every want to be met by staff, and his own black credit card when he was 2. He remained a good and decent boy still, so I had little worries.

The day finally arrived, and feeling a slight tingle of nerves; I let Emily and her lovely daughter the 16-yr. old Anna in the back door. The girl was tall and had a large firm bust for one so young. Her cheeks were rosy, and she couldn’t meet my eyes, and I knew she was aware of the debauchery we planned for today. We all got acquainted with warm pleasantries then we retired to a sitting room upstairs. The ladies were seated, and I called Ashton into the room. The boy looked around curiously.

“Mother, what do you need of me?” He asked with quiet dignity, and I saw the young girl and her mother, both breathing more heavily in his presence.

“Ash honey, do you think Emily is a lovely woman?” I asked him with a gentle smile. “Yes, of course, I do,” he said, giving the woman a warm smile.

“And her daughter Anna, do you think she is of adequate beauty and poise for you?” The girl sat up straighter, accenting her narrow waist, and thrusting out her bust.

“Of course, you are charming, Anna. Mother, what is this?” He turned to face me straight on, and I felt a rush of pride and kinky pleasure as he made his mastery of the room known.

“You’re growing into a man now, Ash, honey,” I began, “it’s time for you to discover all that a proper man should know and experience.”

“Do you mean...” he said, not quite ready to see what I was saying.

“We are the blood of kings Ashton,” I said, my voice employing some of the whip crack command that lies just beneath the surface of all I say and do, “I will not have my son unknowledgeable or less experienced than the rest of the base-born stock. You must be given room to grow into a powerful and confident man who has experienced all he could. These women are now your property, your toys’, to do with as you please. We will get you other new toys,’ but you must prove to me that you value what you have and treasure all your great gifts.”