She Gave Him Everything... (closed)

[JckHmmr_2000]

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Johnny Saira
Age 21
5'9"
169 lbs.
jet black hair, dark brown eyes
dark bronze complexion

Caesar Saira was wierd. People referred to the dark-skinned Asian/Pacific Islander as "eccentric" because he had more money than some small countries. Caesar always wanted to have a child, but he never wanted to have sex. He thought sex was a waste of time, a base instinct reserved for the non-thinkers of the world. His drive for wealth and power consumed him to the point where nothing else mattered to him. Caesar's neverending quest for riches and power hit a speed bump when Caesar confronted the issue of his own mortality very late in life. Although well into his sixties, Caesar decided he needed to have a child of his own; since he couldn't purchase immortality, Caesar wanted an heir to carry his legacy into the future for him.

Having enough money to purchase the latest wonders of modern technology gave Johnny's father the ability to have offspring without the usual prerequisite activity of sexual intercourse. Caesar purchased his (predominantly) Caucasian wife LeighAnn from her destitute parents when she was about 9 years old, and then raised her until she was old enough to get married. On the wedding day, a quick, legal ceremony and a few signatures upon stacks of legally-binding papers immediately preceded the fertilization procedure. Exactly nine months later, LeighAnn gave birth via Caesarian procedure to Caesar's son, John.

Predictably, Caesar lost interest in his son after the first few years, quickly returning to his quest for wealth and financial domination. He kept his young wife and son on one of his private islands, where the young mother and her son had minimal contact with the rest of the world.

During this time, LeighAnn doted on her growing son. With parents who sold her to an unfeeling and uncaring husband several decades her senior, LeighAnn's son literally meant everything to her, and her world revolved around him. She gave him everything he could possibly want as a child, wishing only to give him the love that she never received in her life.

News of Caesar's death reached LeighAnn and her son about one month after the fact. Johnny was about thirteen years old at the time of his father's death. Although LeighAnn and Johnny were the only people who showed up at Caesar's funeral, neither shed a single tear at Caesar's passing.

Johnny and LeighAnn moved from the island and into a home on the west coast of the United States, where Johnny could go to a "normal" high school and experience a "normal" social life. Unfortunately, being kept away from other people for the first thirteen years of his life took its toll on Johnny's social development. After five years, Johnny grew up to become a very angry, socially-maladjusted young man. No one (except his mother LeighAnn) could stand being around Johnny for very long. Perhaps as a consequence, Johnny's desire to maintain contact with the rest of civilization ended on his eighteenth birthday, when his father's lawyers released the first of several trust funds to Johnny, with the rest to come upon his university graduation.

Showing signs of his father's dogged determination, Johnny finished college in three years, and then decided to move back to his father's private island. His mother LeighAnn had no choice but to go along with her son.
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[landiek]

LeighAnn Sairas
37
standing five foot two, weighing at two hundred pounds, long auburn hair. bright blue eyes, peaches and cream complexion, pale rose colored lips, and long fingers destined to play piano.
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LeighAnn was an only girl in a large family of sharecroppers. They lived and thrived in the back lands of Kentucky but large families tend to have problems when lean times come calling. Some of the smaller ones caught colds that plunged them into spells of bed rest. Others seemed weakly from lack of food which put the crops into jeopardy since they couldn't be plowed or picked.

As a child she was oblivious to these disasters but when a strange man appeared in their territory she became curious. Of course many folk mistook the stranger for an Injun due to his dark brown complexion and long black hair.

She became a shadow to the man that gazed over the rocky hills. Several times she brought him wild flowers as a sign of friendship. She loved having long talks with him as he inquired of her family. Despite the lack of good hygiene she was a diamond in the rough and a quick chat with the local physician ensured her a better future then living in a three room shanty with her parents and eight brothers.

LeighAnn couldn't understand why her mother cried so much a few weeks later. She was thrilled to learn that she was going to live with her Injun friend. Of course her brothers taunted her with lewd remarks about him taking her to scalp and feed on next winter.

"Tain't a lick o truff in yore sassing Mikey.. why Miser Seizer is plume kind ta me.. Yo's jus jellous caus He picked me insted of you." She retorted to her brother's remarks.

LeighAnn left with all her belonging tied in a small quilt. It wasn't much but she had her simple treasures that she couldn't leave behind. So in her Sunday's best she left her small world to enter into his, and oh the things that she was going to have to learn.

When she walked into his mansion.. in her eyes everything was a mansion.. her heart nearly stopped as she saw things that were inconceivable. Fancy hanging glasses from the ceiling, stairs that lead to heaven, a room with a fancy white rock that spouted water with the turn of a handle, another room that had a fancy shiny brown table and folks that brought food to it at any time of the day.

LeighAnn was handed over to a governess, something that she was dumb to until it came to doing things that LeighAnn had never done before. That included bathing on a frequent basis and having something down with that knotted tangle of hair on her head. The household nearly had fits to learn the new lady of the house came with lice and outrageous table manners, let alone a barely intelligent mode of speaking.

The next nine years was a teaching period, LeighAnn learned proper speaking English, table manners, health, how to read and write, refinement, cooking, grace, and beautification skills. In truth she was honed to be a dutiful wife that was acceptable to the public standard. Yet despite it all she remained child-like in her demeanor and curiosity.

The day before her birthday, she was given a wedding dress and papers to sign. LeighAnn being counseled to sign the documents found herself in a whirlwind of events. The next morning she was bathed, hair styled, escorted to the chapel, married with strangers as witnesses, then whisked off to a prep room and artificially inseminated repeatedly until it took.

LeighAnn found herself trapped in a room with bright lights and needles of medicine that made her sleepy. Doctors that placed strange tubes into her tiny urine hole to add to the ability to keep on top of their fertility efforts. She was poked thru the belly to make the tiny eggs take the vital semen. Her body ached for hours as the procedure was a greater concern then her comfort.... thankfully it only took four days.

As time marched on LeighAnn continued to strive to make Caesar happy but in her immaturity, she was fighting a losing battle. Caesar did notice her efforts and admired the way her body changed, blossoming with life of his prodigy.

Nine months after their wedding LeighAnn went into labor, it was strenuous pain as her body contorted with the contractions. The doctors consulted with Caesar after LeighAnn suffered for ten hours. After LeighAnn's body refused to dilate any bigger then a few centimeters Caesar signed the paperwork for a c-section and she was whisked to the operating room.

When LeighAnn opened her eyes she was welcomed by a small face nursing at her swollen breast. It was love at first sight as her fingers stroked his tiny cheeks.

"His name is John." Caesar replied as he signed more documents for his wife and son to be transferred to his private island.
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Life in a paradise can be a prison only if one sees it as such but LeighAnn couldn't see it for more then a home and love for a child that she never felt before. Caesar seemed content playing house with her and his son but soon the call of the world took him from the pair as he sought to make a name for himself again.

LeighAnn schooled her son in life, seeing beauty in the natural creation as well as understanding all things die at some point in time. LeighAnn raised animals and crops besides a healthy boy. She gave him anything that he asked for except for playmates as there were no other children on their island. LeighAnn never wondered why she didn't see more people then those that worked in the house or was concerned that groceries magically appeared on a regular basis.

She didn't even know the world was changing while they were isolated on Caesar's island paradise. That was until a man sought her out during a math lesson with John.

"Mrs. Sairas... my name is Weston Johnson. Ma'am I regret to inform you that your husband's body has been recovered and is being interned at the Swiss Mortuary. I was instructed to escort you and the boy to the mainland."
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The funeral was prearranged and the attorneys were pre-instructed on how to manage his affairs until John was of age. However Caesar made no considerations for his wife other then a small allowance of six hundred dollars a month. LeighAnn never have seeing so much money found herself befuddled on what to do with it and most was crammed into a fruit jar and squirrelled away for emergencies.

After the funeral LeighAnn was advised to remain on the mainland and send John to a normal school. She relented feeling that it was most likely the only way he would get a proper education and make friends.

LeighAnn never remarried though she was considered a prime catch and had a good amount of suitors. she honestly never found any of them good father material for John and he in turn despised these men for their true intent.. His Money.

After John's birthday he announced his decision to return to their "true" home and LeighAnn having no other choice as the West Coast house was being sold decided to return with him finding herself mystified with modern technology.
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It had been three weeks since they returned and LeighAnn pushed herself to bring her garden back to it's glory before they left. She decorated the house to be a home once more and in doing so she matured into a luscious beauty.

Since she had no one to impress she began to wear simple cotton dresses that she sewed herself and soon demonstrated her femininity that went unnoticed for so long. The swell of her breasts resting on the scooped neckline only made her assets more desireable

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Son of the Father

"I hate everyone," I mutter loudly as I walk downstairs and through the ground floor level into the kitchen. I fired all of the staff yesterday, and they seemed none too sad to leave. I thought about keeping the basic number of helpers around, but what for? Puttering around the island gives my mother something to pass the time, and she seems happy doing it anyway... So, that took care of the maid, the butler, the chef and the gardener. We don't need a chauffeur; I auctioned off Dad's car collection and actually made a pretty profit.
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I kept our two-seater Sea Sparrow helicopter. It has pontoons so it can land on water, and is great for our primary source of transportation on and off the island. We also have a catamaran to go sailing in, just in case Mom or I might feel in the mood to skim some waves.

I look around for Mom, and see her outside, lovingly tending her garden in her usual simple cotton dress. I've always noticed Mom's feminine curves -- her round, bubble butt and her beautifully large, heavy, rounded breasts... Her cotton dress accentuates her body, and I wonder why my father never touched her during their marriage. I certainly would want to, if I were the man of the house...

"Wait a minute," I mumble to myself outloud as I realize something that stirs something base and animal-like within me. My thoughts awaken my loins to repressed, hidden desires, and thoughts that I subconsciously tucked away, perhaps waiting for the right, opportune moment. With a smile of malevloent triumph, I whisper to myself a new revelation: "I AM the man of the house..."

I walk outside to the porch and wave to my beautiful Mom as she tends her garden with the kind of care and love that she pours into everything she does.

"Morning, Mom! Whatcha doing?"

 

[landiek]

LeighAnn was pruning her roses and softly talking to them when she heard a voice over her shoulder.

"Morning, Mom! Whatcha doing?"

"Tending to the yellow roses.. they missed me while we were over there." Over there.. LeighAnn hardly knew the coast, she had been too isolated which made it even harder to compromise to become stable in the mad raced rush of today.

LeighAnn dusted off her skirt and rose heading for the porch. "I can't beleive that no one tended the gardens while we were gone.. I thought the people here were paid to take care of everything."

LeighAnn walked to one of the tables and picked up a glass and started to pour the amber liquid into a glass. "Would you like some suntea too, John?"

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

"Mom, they were lazy and incompetent, so I fired them all," I said, trying to seem like it was a subject not worth dwelling upon. "Besides, we don't need anyone anyway, and they would just get in the way... Right, Mom?"

I smile, winking at her. The sun shines through her dress from behind, and I nearly gasp audibly with love, open admiration... and lust.

"Uh, yeah, I'll take a suntea, Mom," I say sitting down and crossing my legs, trying to look casual while hiding my growing erection. I love the fact that she'll fetch my drink and serve it to me, and all I have to do is ask. I thank her for the suntea when she comes back. "Thanks, Mom. Hey, Mom? I need to ask you something... Could you sit with me and talk for awhile?"

 

[landiek]

"Mom, they were lazy and incompetent, so I fired them all," I said, trying to seem like it was a subject not worth dwelling upon. "Besides, we don't need anyone anyway, and they would just get in the way... Right, Mom?"

"I suppose so.. it does look like they were lazy.. it took me hours to uncover everything and the dust everywhere.. " LeighAnn agreed as she held out the glass of tea.

"Uh, yeah, I'll take a suntea, Mom," I say sitting down.

LeighAnn smiled as she poured her own drink.

"Thanks, Mom. Hey, Mom? I need to ask you something... Could you sit with me and talk for awhile?"

"But of course, my darling." LeighAnn slipped into the chair at his right and looked to him. She knew that whatever he might say would most likely be good for her.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

Questions for Mom

"Mom, I have a few questions for you," I say again, preparing myself mentally to launch myself int a flurry of questions that will precede my growing intentions upon my own Mother. "Mom, did you and Dad ever have a sex life? I don't remember him being around at all, and he was so... old. I mean, if I were him, I'd always make sure to geta piece of your ass as much as I could...

After all, he was the man of the house, right?"

 

[landiek]

"Mom, I have a few questions for you,"

"Alright." LeighAnn took another drink unsure of what he was going to ask.

"Mom, did you and Dad ever have a sex life? I don't remember him being around at all, and he was so... old. I mean, if I were him, I'd always make sure to get a piece of your ass as much as I could... After all, he was the man of the house, right?"

LeighAnn looked at John, and not having been told it was wrong to have this kind of sexual talk with him she answered him honestly. "Your Father never touched me."

LeighAnn did understand the concept of sex, she had seen her parents do it enough times and the only advice her mother ever gave her was never to let her father or brothers touch her there between her legs with their sticks. Had John not been a boy LeighAnn might never understood the shape of a male penis.

"Yes .. He was the man of the house. The house was in his name.. he owned it." LeighAnn reasoned.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

"But doesn't the man of the house get to have sex with the woman of the house as much as he wants?" I asked. "Wasn't that Dad's right as man of the house?

Iif so, why didn't he touch you? I mean, you are a very desireable woman, Mom...

Was there something wrong with Dad -- before he died?"

 

[landiek]

"But doesn't the man of the house get to have sex with the woman of the house as much as he wants?" I asked. "Wasn't that Dad's right as man of the house? "

LeighAnn glanced his way. "Well.. if was his choice.. if he wanted.. I suppose."

"If so, why didn't he touch you? I mean, you are a very desireable woman, Mom... "

LeighAnn put her head down she often wondered why he never touched her during the nineteen months they were together. LeighAnn begged the maids to give her books to help her become desireable to her husband. Still nothing came about from all the pictures that she looked at.

"Was there something wrong with Dad -- before he died?"

"I don't know, John.. we never talked about it." LeighAnn lifted the pitcher and asked, "Would you like some more tea?"

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

I shook my head to let my Mom know that I don't want any more sun tea. Instead, I continued on with my questions.

"So, if the man of the house wants to have sex with the woman of the house, then it is his right to do so, right?" I said, feeling more confident every second as I pursued a train of thought. "Well, Mom, Dad is dead. He's no longer here and therfore no longer the man of the house.

The house is now in my name, and so I guess I'm the man of the house now, right, Mom?"

I looked at my Mom, cocking my eyebrow, curious as to what she might say in reply.

 

[landiek]

LwighAnn refilled her glass and stared over the pristine blue waters.

"So, if the man of the house wants to have sex with the woman of the house, then it is his right to do so, right?"

"But your Father is dead now." LeighAnn replied not really being in tune to the conversation.

"Well, Mom, Dad is dead. He's no longer here and therfore no longer the man of the house."

"yes I guess that's right." LeighAnn answered looking back at the house.

"The house is now in my name, and so I guess I'm the man of the house now, right, Mom?"

LeighAnn nodded, the house did belong to John now.. she had nothing .. everything that she owned was outgrown years ago. Basicly she was living on John's generousity since Caesar left her nothing but that small allowance which stopped when she returned to the island.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

"Well, then, since I'm now the man of the house," I continue on slowly. "Does this mean that it's my right to have sex with the woman of the house whenever and however I want?"

I look intently at Mom with that last question. My heart slows to almost a standstill, and for some reason, I see more clearly than I ever have before. It's one thing to merely see with one's eyes; it's completely another thing to see with full mental clarity that I currently posses, and I can only imagine that this is what a predator experiences when chasing down its hapless prey.

She is so naive... She didn't see the trap that she just walked into, and I find myself revelling in the hunt, savoring the excitement of cornering my prey, and seeing the fear and confusion that I know will soon be in her eyes.

Behind the emotionless mask that forms my face, I smile...

 

[landiek]

"Well, then, since I'm now the man of the house," I continue on slowly. "Does this mean that it's my right to have sex with the woman of the house whenever and however I want?"

"but you don't have a woman yet." LeighAnn replied then added "But it would be your right."

LeighAnn rose and picked up the glasses and pitcher. "I should get these in the house and get dinner ready... you must be starved."

She missed that crafty smile but the outline of her sensual ass swished the skirt as she walked back into the house. The kitchen felt chilly as LeighAnn pulled out the ribeyes. She glanced over her shoulder to see what was open to make such a cold draft.

"John?"

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

I barely hear Mom's reply as she gets up and takes the pitcher and glasses back inside the house. I catch a glimpse of her deep cleavage as she leans to pick up the glasses and pitcher, and then I can't take my eyes off Mom's nicely-rounded, bubble butt as she walks back into the house.

Wordlessly, I follow her inside. When she bends over to take some steaks out of the oven, I know I just have to take a look what is underneath her dress. So I lift the hem of her dress from behind to see for myself. I must have been drooling when Mom's voice broke my reverie of lust.

"Huh? Yeah, Mom, I'm here," I say still holding her hem up. "Oh, and Mom, you're a woman, right? And you live in this house. So doesn't that make you the woman of the house -- just as I am the man of the house?"

 

[landiek]

"Huh? Yeah, Mom, I'm here," I say still holding her hem up. "Oh, and Mom, you're a woman, right? And you live in this house. So doesn't that make you the woman of the house -- just as I am the man of the house?"

LeighAnn flinched as she became very aware that he was right behind her. She twitched her hand as she froze in her tracks becoming nervous as his words seemed to flitter in the air and become incoherent "what are .. are you talking about?"

She blushed as she realized John saw her lacy thong undies. "I don't think you should be doing that... it might be a sin.."

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

"Mom, we ain't been to church in forever and a day, so just drop this sinning nonsense, alright?" I say as I drop her hem and sit in one of the chairs surrounding the kitchen table. "Besides, you haven't answered my question.

We've already established that I am now the man of the house. Now, I want to know if you are the woman of the house, Mom -- Yes or No?"

I notice that my impatience seeps through as my questioning gets even bolder.

 

[landiek]

"Mom, we ain't been to church in forever and a day, so just drop this sinning nonsense, alright?"

LeighAnn gulped and fidgeted as she tried to think of a safer response as his tone makes her belly wobble and dots appear on her arms. Her chest begins to tighten as he sits in a chair at the table.

"Besides, you haven't answered my question."

"Question?" LeighAnn paniced and dropped one of the glasses off the counter causing her to jump.

"We've already established that I am now the man of the house. Now, I want to know if you are the woman of the house, Mom -- Yes or No?"

"well.. since there are no other women here.. it looks that way." She gulped again as her heart pounded up into her throat as that virgin fear rolled into her core.. LeighAnn may had read books on sex but she had no clue how to really go about it.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

"Alright, we're finally getting somewhere," I say triumphantly. "So, since I'm the man of the house, and you're the woman of the house, I guess that means you have to give me sex any time and any way I want it, right Mom?"

I sense her intimidation and nervousness, and I decide to capitalize on her being so off-balance. I stand up, and walk towards her, menacingly swaggering my hips, like a gunslinger looking for the Sheriff in an old, Western town.

"Is that right, Mom?" I say, repeating myself, this time while slowly unbuckling my belt in an obvious show that I realize I am in command of the situation here. "Answer me, Mom. Am I right or not?"

 

[landiek]

"Alright, we're finally getting somewhere," I say triumphantly. "So, since I'm the man of the house, and you're the woman of the house, I guess that means you have to give me sex any time and any way I want it, right Mom?"

"But.. your .. family.. I don't think... I mean" LeighAnn hesitated as she wasn't sure about making a biblical defense

"Is that right, Mom?" I say, repeating myself, this time while slowly unbuckling my belt in an obvious show that I realize I am in command of the situation here. "Answer me, Mom. Am I right or not?"

"I.. I ..." Her throat went dry, Surely it wasn't his intent to spank her backside as that hadn't happened since she was a child and Caesar never had her punished that way.

Instinctively she pulled her hands behind her to protect her tender backside as she wavered left to right.

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

"Answer me, Mom," I say as I continue my advance towards her, taking off my belt, and then dropping it on to the table. Like a wolf circling a lonely, lost deer, I cut off all routes of escape, herding Mom backwards until she's backed into a corner. "It's a simple question, Mom. Yes or NO is the answer. Now, which is it?"

With that, I slowly and deliberately unbotton the top button of my pants, all while looking into Mom's eyes and savoring the flurry of emotions that must be going through her mind.

"Answer me, Mom -- DAMMIT!!"

 

[landiek]

"Answer me, Mom,"

"But.. I .. I don't.... John please You're scaring me."

"It's a simple question, Mom. Yes or NO is the answer. Now, which is it?"

She was terrified as he moved closer. She saw that his belt was on the table and yet she wasn't completely aware of his lusty intent. Goosebumps were dotting her arms and neck as sweat dribbled between her heaving breasts.

"Answer me, Mom -- DAMMIT!!"

LeighAnn jumped and banged her elbow into the wall. "YES!" She shouted then scared herself for speaking so loudly

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

"Yes -- what, Mom?" I say, cocking my head at her, expecting her to give me a full sentence answer. "What do you mean by YES, Mom?"

I keep advancing until I'm about a foot in front of her. My eyes follow the trickle of sweat that slides down her neck and in between her deep cleavage. I know what I want, and I am so very close to it now...

"I want you to spell it out for me, Mom," I say, this time through gritted teeth. "Now, in complete sentences... What do you mean by saying YES?"

 

[landiek]

"Yes -- what, Mom?"

"About the woman......." LeighAnn wanted to run but had no recourse.

"What do you mean by YES, Mom?"

LeighAnn was certain that she would faint if he took one more step

"I want you to spell it out for me, Mom," I say, this time through gritted teeth. "Now, in complete sentences... What do you mean by saying YES?"

"Yes.. I am the woman of the house." LeighAnn answered

 

[JckHmmr_2000]

"And so? So what if you're the woman of the house, Mom?" I say, now standing so close to her that I can feel her body heat rising from the parts of her skin that aren't covered with clothing. "Huh? Come on, Mom, spell it out for me! What does it mean if you're the woman of the house, and I'm the man of the house, Mom? TELL ME NOW!!!"

I shock even myself at the visciousness of my voice, the volume of my shouting and the intensity of my emotions. I look down to see my fists curled into white-knuckled balls, and my engorged cock peaking upwards at me with its one eye where my first pants button hangs undone.