Inheritance Pt. 01
How will Jesse survive thrown into this new world he gave up.
Inheritance Part One

By

Soul71

Thanks to WAA01 for the edits

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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.

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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.
"We... we... can't be doing this," Jesse said, with a shaky voice. Fighting back a moan to keep the household staff from hearing what was happening in that room.

"Why not?" Darla asked, with a devious grin. Watching how her son's eyes fluttered as she slowly stroked him off. She had left the pair of panties she had worn to the board meeting in the glove box of her car just on the off chance that her son would take her up on her offer.

"What about Dad?" Jesse let out a shuddering breath as his mother's thumb kneaded the underside of his crown.

"You're father knows," Darla stated, smirking at her son as his eyes shot to her. "This is just a business transaction, granted one that I'm going to greatly enjoy, but a business transaction, nonetheless," she said, taking hold of his right hand and guiding it along her thigh, beneath her skirt and right to her wet cunt. "Are you going to tell me you don't want to feel this hot, wet pussy wrapped around this?" Darla asked, sucking in a breath as she eased two of his fingers into her welcoming canal. "Patricia and I will be your consultants," rocking her hips to get his fingers deeper into her womanhood, "so what does it matter that I want to fuck you? This doesn't seem to have a problem with the idea," she said, gently squeezing his blood engorged cock. "So what do you say Jesse, should I stop, or should I swing my leg over your lap and ride you so hard you pass out?" Darla asked, knowing this encounter had to be quick. She had other business to attend to that afternoon, yet that didn't mean she wouldn't be writhing on her son's bed when his face was between her legs. This was just to seal their binding contract with one another.

"Fine... you have a deal," Jesse said, through ragged breaths knowing he was going to need the help. He would rather not be the one responsible for thousands of his employees losing their jobs because he fucked up.

"Mmm... just what I wanted to hear," Darla purred, rising from her seat, tossing her jacket onto the couch's armrest. Hiking up her skirt to show her son that she had shaved just for him. "Relax honey, let your mother do the work... this time," she said, winking at him as she straddled his lap. Her hand guiding his throbbing rod towards her awaiting entrance. Whimpering as she lowered herself down onto that mushroom top. Feeling Jesse's hands on her hips as she slowly worked herself inch by inch down the length of her son's cock. "F-f-fuck," her voice trembled as her canal clenched and unclenched as all of her son rested inside of her womanhood, "you're so big," Darla said, in a hushed whisper. The thought of being overheard by the staff only made her wetter as she rose and lowered herself on her son's stout rod. Her hands took hold of the sides of his face as his own took command of her ass. Their lips smacked and tugged on one another's as Jesse combined his strength with her downward plunges. Driving his cock deeper into her sex.

Moaning into her son's mouth as the scent of her sex filled the air. Her juices coating every inch of her son's manhood with every thrust of his hips. "That's it baby, fuck your mother, fuck me like you own me," Darla growled low, the need to cum burned brightly in her eyes. Her hands shot down to his arms, her grip was deadly upon them, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her nostrils flared, her body quaked. Her left hand shot to her mouth muffling her scream of bliss as she came hard upon her son's cock. Feeling her cream surging down his pole, only to fuel her need for more. Darla renewed her assault on her son's lips, knowing, now, that while Frank might be her husband, might get to fuck her when he wanted. Frank was no longer the one she was going to fuck willingly. She would do so only out of obligation to their wedding vows. Frank would never be able to satisfy her any longer, not when she's felt her son in places his father could never reach. Her wet sex resounded in equally wet slaps as Darla pounded her son's cock deep into her cunt. She wanted to feel her son for hours after she left his new home to finish her meetings.

"Oh God, Jesse, you make my pussy so fucking wet," Darla said, in a hoarse whisper. "You like how your mother's cunt milks that cock, don't you baby?" Wishing they were naked and in his bed and not on his couch, yet all in due time. First she wanted him to get a taste of what she could do for him. Then Jesse wouldn't have a need to look outside of his family -- namely her -- to fulfill his needs.

"Y-y-yes," Jesse groaned. Feeling his balls tightening, his cock swelling foretelling what was to come.

"Do it baby, cum in me. There's no need to be worried about getting me pregnant," Darla panted, slamming down to his base driving his cock deep into her. Cumming along with her son as his seed flooded her womb. Her slurping filled the room as Darla cleaned her son's cock of all traces of her cream. Her eyes never leaving his, silently telling him she was his now. She never sucked her own sex off of Frank's cock whenever they had sex. Sure she gave him blowjobs and whatnot, yet she never swallowed his cum either. Her son, Jesse, was the rarity. She would swallow every load he pumped down her throat, lick off her own cream from his cock, because why? She was her son's mistress and no one needed to know she was fucking her own son, or that he had just fucked her better than her own husband did in less than thirty minutes.

Patricia didn't have the trouble of worrying about a husband that would get jealous if she spent her time with Jesse. In this adventure Patricia had a perfect way to get what she wanted given how Charles was a cuck. Not that she had a problem with Charles, yet he was a timid man and Patricia wore the pants in their marriage. Not that Patricia ever stepped out of their marriage until now, or at least not that Darla knew of. Then again, Charles did enjoy the lifestyle he had married into to. So Darla suspected as long as his wife fucked upwards, and Jesse was a very big step upwards, then Charles wouldn't say a word as long as their lifestyle was maintained.

"Here," holding out a slip of paper with hers and Patricia's accounts where he could wire the money into, "you can wire the money to those accounts," Darla said, smiling down at her son. Her hand took hold of his chin, her kiss was filled with passion, her tongue rolling in his mouth foretelling her son: she would definitely be back, especially when all the staff had left for the night. Only Jarvis stayed on the property in the house at the far end of the estate. It was to give Greta the sense of privacy without feeling Jarvis underfoot. "I can't believe how much my pussy is throbbing right now," Darla purred as she stared into her son's eyes feeling his cum running down her thigh. "Do be prepared for me to move some of my clothes in here, that mega-closet will be a good place to store them for when you need me to join you to whichever event that might be. So don't you go changing that room, also be sure to keep two of the bedrooms open for our use; we will staying here off and on, how else will you be able to take full use of our... talents," she cooed in a sultry tone.

"Young sir, if your hungry lunch is served," Jarvis said, appearing in the doorway once his mother had left. "As requested a Good Will truck will be arriving shortly to take the articles along with the bed to their warehouse. However sir, I would like to ask if the ladies could, perhaps, look through the garments before you send them off, in case they wish to wear such fine clothes?" he spoke knowing how his wife -- the head housekeeper -- was always found lingering in that converted room.

"Sure, if they find something they want, I have no problem letting them take whatever dress and whatnot they want. If they take everything then... well the bed will be the only thing leaving here for Good Will," Jesse said, smiling at Jarvis. Hoping the old man couldn't smell his mother's sex in the air. Equally glad that his cock wasn't on display either. He didn't know how he would be able to explain that to anyone if they saw what had happened in that room just minutes before.

"Very good sir, I shall inform the ladies," Jarvis answered with a slight bow to his head. "Also as to what you spoke of this morning regarding those that wish to stay on, I'm happy to inform you, good sir, that all have agreed to serve under your charge."

"Happy to hear that," Jesse stated, getting to his feet. "So Jarvis what have the chefs prepared for lunch today?" he inquired over his shoulder as he walked down the long, ornate hall towards the grand staircase.

"You're favorite sir, a meatball sub with homemade potato chips," Jarvis replied.

"Mmm... that sounds good, would you care to join?" Jesse asked, peering over at the man as he prepared to saunter down the stairs. "On second thought, ask the staff if they would care to join me for lunch I'm sure the chefs prepared enough to serve the whole household," he stated knowing that Greta always made sure the people she employed in her house at least had a meal at lunch.

"I can't speak for everyone, yet I know me and Anglia would be honored," Jarvis said, with a warm smile. He always loved working for Greta, serving her was a stroke of luck, at least he thought. Greta never once made him or any of the others feel like they were servants -- granted, yes, that's what they were paid for -- yet Greta made them feel like family. Hence why Greta rarely had to seek out new help whereas the other rich families that dotted the surrounding area had trouble keeping good help with the way they treat their charges. It seemed to him Jesse was just like Greta. He knew all about how he riled up his family members became when he chose to take on the working class job and not lavish in the lifestyle he was born into. He just hoped the young man didn't allow his money to turn him into a spoiled, arrogant sod that roams the area.

"Good, I do hate eating alone, especially when I can make sure those here get at least one good meal." Jesse's voice floated on the air as he descended the stairs.

Laughter filled the grand dining room as Jesse and his staff dined on the very satisfy meal that his chefs had prepared for all of them. Nodding along when one would speak of the hardships he knew all about given he had foregone his family's money until now. He knew what it was like to work for every dollar that was in his weekly paycheck. It was why he offered to give them all ten percent raises. Not that they weren't paid handsomely already. No one on his household staff made less than thirty grand. Yet he knew every little bit helped.

******

The next day...

His eyes glanced to his mother's and Patricia's reflections in the elevator doors as they shot upwards towards the forty-seventh floor of Greenworks Aerospace and Technologies where he had called a board meeting to introduce himself as the new owner of the company. Also to garner whatever he could on the current projects they were working on. He wanted to make sure they were meeting their deadlines, and to keep their suppliers happy. It didn't matter if his aunt had just passed. Her business still had to meet its obligations.

"Don't worry honey," Darla cooed, leaning in, resting her hand on his bicep. Noticing how her sister was glancing at her as she pressed her body against Jesse's arm. "Your consultants are here to help you," she whispered sweetly into his ear. Remembering how his cum felt when it struck her womb, how it felt sitting in her cunt as she went about her day. To how it tasted when she licked his dried semen from the seat of her panties while she stood in the bathroom of her home so she could wash her sex and body of any evidence of their love making before Frank got home.

"Mmm... yes, the things I will do for you, just so you don't fall," Patricia said, shoving his arm between her 32D breasts. The moment Darla had called her to tell her that her son had agreed to their deal, and when she opened up that account and saw that there was a hundred grand waiting for her. A delicious smile formed on her lips knowing what she would be doing to make sure that she was taken care of. While she did wish Charles was a little more forceful, like Frank was, still she knew well enough even Frank wouldn't allow her sister to continually to sleep around on him. Even if it was his own son. Hence why those two accounts were hidden from their respective spouses. In case the day came where they would be faced with a divorce that she and Darla knew could be messy given the wealth each one of them had -- minus the money they were making working for Jesse. Granted she couldn't say Charles would go that route he was too much of a weakling to confront her like that. Not that she didn't love him, which she did, she wouldn't have married him if she hadn't. Sometimes she was just tired of making all the decisions in their marriage. Sometimes she just wanted to be fucked and hard, if the way her sister described it as she drove to one of her meetings after leaving Jesse's new home then she so wanted to be cumming on that cock of his. "So how about once the board meeting is over you take me to your new office and fuck me on that desk. What better way to earn my pay, hmm?" Patricia purred.

"Don't you worry about a thing, I'll make sure you two aren't interrupted," Darla uttered knowing that the camera in the cab of the elevator only recorded video and the way Patricia's body was situated it hid how her hand was rubbing along her son's manhood. "Then you can fuck me too, if this has anything left in it, once Patricia is done, that is."

"I don't know sister, I might just drain these balls of his," Patricia said hungrily, cupping her nephew's jewels. Knowing they couldn't do more than that at the moment given where they were, the staff there knew who they were given the massive family portrait hanging in the main lobby to show their workers that this was a family oriented business. So she couldn't shove her tongue into Jesse's mouth or drop to her knees and whip out his cock and suck him off, no matter how delightful it sounded to her. Glancing up when the elevator began to slow knowing that the board room was three floors below the office that Jesse now commanded.

Sighing in his mind as the ding of the bell sounded before the doors rolled open. Jesse never thought he would be in the corporate world. Buttoning his suit jacket as he exited the cab, feeling his mother and aunt at his back as he walked down the hall like he owned the place, which he did, he had to show a strong front to ensure that the directors of the departments and the CFO wouldn't dare make a move against him and try to pull the company out from underneath him. After all Greenworks Aerospace and Technologies wasn't a publicly traded company. All decisions were his and his alone to make in regard to how profitable the company was. He could already feel the weight of fates of every single employee on his shoulders. Jesse noted how some had knowing looks when they saw his mother and aunt, yet all contained confused looks when their eyes fell upon him. Holding up his hand telling them to stay there for a moment.

"Has the meeting begun yet?" Jesse asked in a commanding tone, once he stepped up to the circular desk as four different secretaries worked behind it. A swing door attached to one side of the cut out was the only means of leaving that circular prison. Listening to how they all were working on making sure the department heads and everyone else who would be in attendance had what they needed while also seeing to their regular duties.

"Please sir, if you will have a seat one of us will get to you shortly," said a high pitched man with his head bowed while indicating a bank of chairs against the far wall.

"How about we try this again, and do try to look your new boss in the face when he's talking to you," seeing their bodies still at his stern words, "now has the meeting started yet?" Jesse asked, in a more forceful tone.

"I apologize sir," the man squeaked, "we weren't aware that you would be coming in today," he said, his knees shaking beneath his desk as Jesse stared coldly down at him.

"That is the point of an impromptu board meeting: to keep you all off kilter," Jesse spoke in a monotone voice. "So to my question."

"N-n-no sir, we were still waiting for the Director of Advanced Aeronautics and the Director of R&D to arrive."

"Good. Seems I'm not late," knowing he already wasn't, it didn't hurt to keep his new employees on their toes, "how soon will they arrive?" Jesse asked, placing his hands behind his back knowing how his crisp black suit looked when he did so. "Do inform them I'll deduct five percent of their budget for every minute they're late," he said, in a stern voice. Even though he wouldn't do such a thing yet he had to make it known they couldn't walk all over him either.

"That won't be necessary sir," the man said, as he looked past Jesse as the elevator doors rolled open.

Turning to look, Jesse eyed the early forties black man and his expensive grey suit, and the stunning red head that stood by his side. Noting how they were chatting amongst themselves without bothering to register his or his mother's and aunt's presence. One would think given how his family, with now him as its head, ran the company they wouldn't be hard to notice. Nodding to his mother and aunt, who had a look on their faces that said something that he didn't even want to know.

Jesse heard their clamoring voices through the door as his aunt and mother moved past him. Arching an eyebrow at their sultry looks as their hands rested on the door handles of the double doors. Watching how they opened inwards to give him a grand entrance. Jesse tried not to notice how their nipples were pressing against their high dollar blouses as he walked past. Seeing the CFO scurrying out of his seat as he walked into the room.

"Didn't know you wanted my seat so badly," Jesse said coldly, eyeing the man who looked away, red faced.

"Yes, do stay out of your boss's chair from now on David," Darla said, "I know you didn't pull such stunts when Greta was alive, and Jesse here, won't put up with it either."

"You all obviously know who we are," Patricia said, gesturing to her sister as Jesse continued to approach his chair. "As you are well aware, Greta left this company and many others to Jesse, you should be honored that your rudeness to the new CEO hasn't cost you your positions on the board," she stated looking directly at the two directors who had passed them a few moments ago, subtly, yet properly chastising them for their faux pas.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this meeting is just an introduction of sorts," Jesse said, leaning forward, resting his forearms on the table, interlocking his fingers together as he looked around the table. Feeling his mother's and aunt's hands resting on the back of his chair as each one stood on either side of him. "Until I'm caught up on every division in the company I'll be meeting with each and every one of you privately so I can judge whether or not your division has a place here," he stated, keeping his smirk hidden at the startled looks on their faces. Jesse wasn't about to lay anyone off they just didn't need to know that. There was nothing wrong with keeping them on their toes. "Although Mrs. Dell..."

"It's Ms., now," Brinda corrected; her red hair bounced as she peered over at Jesse.

"Forgive me, Ms. Dell," seeing her posture softening, "while I was going over everything in the wake of my great aunt's passing, I stumbled upon a project your department has been working on. I have to say it peaked my interest greatly," Jesse spoke seeing the luster in her blue eyes. "Hypothetically, forget about the logistics for a moment, how profitable will mining the Moon for  be to the company if say we can reliably and cheaply send craft back and forth?"
"Billions if not trillions Mr...?"

"Armstrong," Jesse supplied with a warm smile.

"The range of items this one substance can power... it would make solar, wind, nuclear, and coal all a thing of the past, while supplying the world with a clean power source," Brinda said, truthfully. "Minus the cost of building a refinery and a base on the Moon to process the ."

"Of course," Jesse nodded in understanding. "I hear your department is currently finishing production on a rover to test out this theory, correct?"

"Yes sir, your aunt thought it would be best if we had a jump on every one, other countries included," Brinda nodded.

"I also saw that we have a manned Moon mission as well, in case this all pans out, will the craft be ready before NASA has their Orion one vehicle ready for their own trip?" Jesse asked, looking at the Director of Advanced Aeronautics.

"We are well ahead of NASA at this stage, given how we aren't prone to oversight committees and a President nearly shutting down the country's space industry," the man said, with a confident smile. "I'm sure we can have the craft and the men ready to launch in two years' time."

"I see. As long as every safety measure is taken, I'd rather not have our first Moon launch ending in failure like the fire that took the astronauts of Apollo 1. I doubt the company would be able to survive such a scandal," Jesse spoke seeing the men and women nod in support. "I want to make this perfectly clear, the safety of every man and woman working here and in space, when we get there, is our top priority. There will be no profits if we can't keep the people we send up safe."

"Good," seeing those members nod in understanding, "now Ms. Dell, I'd like to visit your department and take a gander at this rover you're building," Jesse stated looking at the woman.

"We would certainly love to have you Mr. Armstrong," Brinda said, with a warm smile.

Standing up after an hour of speaking with the board members. Buttoning his jacket before smoothing it out. "I want to thank you all for coming in on such short notice. I hope I can run this company just as well as my aunt did for so many years," Jesse stated as he looked around the table. "I don't plan on ruining my aunt's legacy."

"God, honey!" Darla nearly threw herself at her son. She had never heard him be so... forceful before.

"Mmmhmm," Patricia nodded, "you should feel how wet my panties are," she purred before sucking on her lip as they headed towards Jesse's office. "I can't wait to feel my nephew's cock in my mouth," Patricia whispered into his ear. If she wanted another man like Charles she wouldn't be willing to sleep with her nephew, money or not. Not that she would seek out another man besides Jesse. No. The way he handled the board, and put the fear into that man, she had wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a man like that. Now she was about to find out as the doors of the elevator rolled open to the top floor of the building.

Smirking at Jesse as Darla took the lead, while she stayed at his side. Her eyes glanced down noticing how there wasn't any panty lines as Darla's ass swayed beneath her skirt. Patricia wondered just how good Jesse had fucked his own mother for Darla to parade around without anything on beneath her skirt.

"Jesse, come here," Darla waved to him as she stood in front of Greta's former secretary, "Jesse I'd like you to meet Denton. He's been with Greta for five years now, isn't that right?" she asked, looking down at the late twenties man.

"Y-yes ma'am," Denton stammered. Ever since the news that Greta had died and the new CEO had been named he feared his job was in jeopardy. He loved his job; the pay was very nice and the free travel. Plus, he really didn't have to do much, which he liked the best.

"Oh? Jesse Armstrong," he said, holding out his hand to the man.

"Denton Pablo," he replied with a firm handshake.

"Can I call you Denton?" Jesse asked, to which he was met with a nod. "You feel like staying on?" he inquired, he could see the relief in the man's eyes as he spoke those words.

"Y-y-you want me to stay?" Denton asked, with a shaky voice.

"Certainly, after all, you know this place better than I do for the moment," Jesse said, with a friendly smile.

"Thank you sir, I promise you won't regret it," Denton said, with conviction.

"So long as when we come here to speak with Jesse," Darla's hand ran down her son's arm, "that you make sure we aren't disturbed for a good long hour," she said, sweetly.

"Yes ma'am," Denton nodded in understanding.

"We do have a lot to catch Jesse up on with the workings of this company," Patricia said, knowing how all her family members got a very small share of the profits paid into their accounts. Granted it wasn't a large payment, but enough to live comfortably on it if she wished to downgrade her lifestyle. That wasn't the case given how most of the family members had other high paying jobs to add to their steady income flow. So if the company suffered their revenue suffered. It was their job to make sure their golden goose didn't muck up the works.

"Why don't you take yourself a long lunch break Denton, we'll be quite occupied for the duration," Darla said, running her eyes down her son's body. Knowing other than hotels, something she wasn't going to do, or staying at his new home, something she was already planning on. Fucking her son in his own office was about the only time she could during the day without getting caught.

"Only if you're sure Mr. Armstrong?" Denton asked, looking directly at Jesse.

"Go enjoy yourself, I'm sure you can use a little relaxation for an hour and a half," Jesse said, noticing the burning hungry looks in his mother's and aunt's eyes. He knew what they were after the moment the reading of Greta's will was over, and what better way to keep an eye on their machinations than when they're moaning beneath him. Granted, however weird all that sounded, he did have to keep an eye on them. He hadn't watched from the sidelines all his life to forget about their schemes that Greta never once fell into. Plus, giving the man an extra half an hour might help him to relieve some of that stress he saw.

"Thank you sir," Denton said, with a warm smile before packing up his laptop. Skirting around his desk, his step lighter than it had been in days as he headed towards the elevator.

"Now that Denton is gone," taking hold of her son's arm and dragging him into his office, "the fun can finally begin," Darla said, in a lustful voice. Watching how Patricia closed and locked the door as she closed his blinds. She knew Greta had soundproofed the office years ago to keep corporate spies (espionage), from stealing company secrets. So she had no fear they would be heard when she would climax on that cock of his. Moving behind her son while Patricia passionately kissed him, her fingers danced along his waist, along his stomach, pushing the button of his jacket through its slot. Trailing up his chest, feeling the muscles he had earned as an ordinary laborer. Her lips plucked at the back of his neck as she pushed his jacket from his shoulders. Biting her lip as Patricia's eyes gazed at her once she heard Jesse's belt buckle coming undone. The sound of the cloth falling to the floor as Darla pushed his pants and underwear to his feet. "You like that don't you son?" Darla whispered heatedly into Jesse's ear as she stroked him off. Feeling his manhood growing in her hand. Letting go when she felt the tips of her sister's fingers as Patricia took over.

"Don't you love how my hand feels Jesse?" Patricia cooed wantonly as her hand ran up and down his shaft. "I already know you love being in my mouth and the feel of my ass," she stated, her tongue flickered out teasing his upper lip. Glancing down as her sister's fingers moved up Jesse's shirt making quick work of the buttons. Sucking in a breath, titling her head back she hadn't donned any underwear when she dressed this morning for this very reason as Jesse's hands fondled her breasts. Tossing her blouse over to the couch, her dark blonde hair brushed along her shoulders as she smiled seductively at her nephew. "You like my breasts don't you?"

"Got to say they aren't to..." Chuckling as his aunt smacked his chest playfully.

"You shouldn't tease your aunt like that, especially when you haven't let go of my tits," Patricia pouted, whimpering when Jesse gave her nipples a little tug.

"Just like how you haven't let go of my cock?" Jesse retorted with an amused smirk. Lowering his arms, feeling his mother removing his shirt from his body. Glancing to his right as the sound of Patricia's heels skidded along the floor.

Patricia reached behind her, sucking on her lower lip as she watched that cock of his flex as the sound of the zipper of her skirt lowered. Noting how Darla was quickly undressing behind her son's back. Feeling her mound throb as her skirt slid down her legs. She couldn't wait to feel it surging through her folds. Noticing how his eyes glanced down as she ran her fingers through her blonde thatch of fur that covered her mons Venus.

"Lift your foot baby," Darla said, slipping off the Grosby Otis black dress shoes she had bought him to go along with the suit she had commissioned for her son the day that she had first sucked off her son. "There, now," running her hand along his bare ass as she rose, "fuck my sister," Darla whispered, her lips brushing along his ear giving her son's ass a squeeze. Showing off her 38C breasts to her son as she backed away, just like her sister, with a little liposuction here and there, they kept their bodies fit or as fit as two early forties women can maintain. After all they didn't always spend their days in meetings and what not. "Look at it Jesse," wiggling her ass at him as she laid his clothes neatly on the armrest of the couch, "when you're done satisfying my sister," turning around and lowering herself onto the cushion and spreading her legs, "me and this pussy will be eagerly waiting for you," Darla purred spreading her legs, running her fingers along her labia before spreading them open. Showing her pink center to her son, letting him see how aroused she was at the thought of having that cock of his back in side of her.

If she was truthful, she would admit that when Frank was between her legs last night, her faking her moans when his cock couldn't reach where his son had been, she only came because she was thinking of her son fucking her. True, it was shameful to do such a thing to Frank, yet it was the price she was willing to pay. Frank certainly didn't have a problem with her spreading her legs for Jesse if it meant he could get his hands on some of Jesse's millions. Sucking in a gasp as she sank two fingers into her hot center as she watched how her son tasted his aunt's cunt while she laid on the desk. They had cleaned out Greta's office the day after her death, getting anything of value out of it before Richard could get his hands on it, or that was the thought at the time when they all suspected that Richard would take over given his lust for his mother's money.

"Oh Jesse," Patricia moaned, her fingers ran through his hair. Her thighs rested on his shoulders. Loving how his tongue felt as it moved along her sex. Her back arched, her canal quivered, her hand pressing his face tight against her cunt as she came upon his tongue. "That's enough foreplay, for now, get up here and fuck your aunt hard," Patricia growled in a hungry tone. Watching with baited breath as Jesse rose up between her thighs. Her fingers gripped the edge of his desk, her breath came out in stuttering waves as Jesse rubbed his hard rod through her dew laden lips. Her stomach rolled; her muscles trembled as Jesse lightly slapped his cock against her aching clit. "Don't tease me Jesse, shove that cock into my pussy and fuck me!" Patricia hissed in need.

"Oh?! Is this what you want?" Jesse asked, with a coy smirk as he thrust his rod hard into Patricia's hot, wet cunt.

"Fuck!" Patricia howled as she felt his hardness so deep within her womanhood. "God, Jesse, you're so deep," she said, breathlessly. Now she knew why Darla was willing to string Frank along just for a chance to feel this full again. Even Charles couldn't contend with what her nephew was packing. Whimpering as he sent that cock of his deep into her pussy, her breasts wobbled with every thrust. Her hands held onto his arms as his held onto her hips while he hammered his member into her cunt. "Oh God, I'm going to..." Patricia screamed out, her legs locked around Jesse's waist as she came. Feeling her juices flooding out onto the surface of the desk.

Biting her lip, her hands running up his chest as her sultry eyes gazed up at him. Glancing over to the clock, noting how twenty minutes had passed and still Jesse hasn't shot his load into her womb. She couldn't wait to make Charles eat the creampie from her cunt. Not to put her husband down, she would never do that, yet if he was so weak that he would let her fuck another man then Charles deserves to eat Jesse's cum from her cunt. Pulling him down to her, her hands caressing his cheeks as she brought her nephew to her lips. Feeling his cock swelling ready to unleash that gift into her needy mound.

"Give it to me Jesse, let me feel your cum flooding my pussy," Patricia whispered as she lightly plucked at his lips. Moaning has his hands took command of her breasts as his spunk shot into her womb.

"My turn baby," Darla said, sliding along the couch. Resting her back against the right armrest, her finger beckoned to her son. "Time to taste me," she spoke showing off her moist peach as her son looked over at her.

"Go on." Patricia lightly patted Jesse's chest. Loving the feel of his cock as her folds squeezed it as it began to shirk within her. "We don't have much time before Denton gets back," she said, getting one last kiss in as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist.

"Come here," Darla purred, her eyes watched as her son's knee pressed down on the cushion. Her aqua marine eyes stared into his topaz blue eyes. Bringing her son's lips to hers, exhaling heavily as his fingers teased her mound as she tasted the warmth of his mouth. Pulling her son deeper into their kiss as two fingers sank into the heat of her womanhood. "Yes baby, feel the pussy that gave birth to you, the cunt that you fucked so well yesterday," she moaned lustfully, her eyes fluttering as his thumb gently rolled along her clit. "That's it baby," her hand covered his as Jesse's own fondled her right breast, "touch me all you want. I'm yours, Jesse," Darla said sweetly, her hands lightly ran up his arms.

Feeling her skin heat, her heart racing, Jesse's lips teased her to no end as they danced down her chest. Her hand pressed against the back of Jesse's head as his lips tugged on her left nipple. Her hips rocked on their own, sending his fingers deeper into her sex. True, in all the years she and Frank had been married he hasn't once failed please her body, yet when she first sucked off her son, then rode his cock in his office of the home he had inherited from Greta. She never felt so alive, her son's cock didn't hurt either. Which she, at that moment, was stroking back to life; she wasn't even aware of her actions until her eyes glanced down and saw what she was doing. This was also the first time she felt another woman's sex on a cock -- granted it was her sister's -- yet this was something she equally wasn't expecting to ever feel.

Her womb pulsated; her canal clenched around Jesse's fingers as his cock heated the palm of her hand. Smiling salaciously at her son as her light touch pleased her son's member. Her stomach rolled as his lips plucked at her skin, her breath grew rapid as if this was the very first time anyone ever tasted her moist peach. In truth it wasn't, yet that didn't stop her cunt from acting like it was.

Releasing a soft, arousing moan from her lips as she felt his hot breath flowing over her hot cunt. Her nails scraped along his scalp. Her labia parted, her back arched, releasing a loud 'Oh fuck!' as her son found her G-spot. Her body quaked, pressing his face hard against her sex, her back arched. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Right fucking there!" Darla yelled out, lost in the bliss of how the pad of his fingers rubbed along that secret patch. "Fuck Jesse! You're going to make your mother cum!" Her body convulsed, her thighs trapped her son's head between them, keeping Jesse's face tight against her mound as she painted it in her hot peach juice.

"Hey now, you didn't do that with me?!" Patricia pouted watching her sister writhe in bliss.

"You're the one who wanted me to keep the foreplay to a minimum," Jesse shot back his chin glistening with his mother's juices. He felt his mother's fingertips turning his chin.

"You're with me now, your focus should be on me," Darla sated shooting her sister glances. "Now, I think it's time for you to put this cock to good use," she said, guiding her son's rod to her eager mound. Her passion burned in her eyes as his mushroom top neared her entrance. That once again she would know fulfilment just like the first time she had crossed the line in taking her son as her lover...

To Be Continued...


Inheritance Pt. 02
Jesse eases into his CEO title and Brianna's cunt.
Inheritance part 2

By

Soul71

Thanks to WAA01 for the edits

*****

Jesse Lyle Armstrong sat in his office in his home at eight sharp on a Monday morning looking at his cousin Brianna (or Bree as she was called within the family), and his cousin Linda, as they sat across his desk from him. He leaned on his elbow waiting for Brianna to fill out the forms so she could be paid and hired on to his household staff. Jesse noted how Linda wanted to say something yet not with her daughter in the room. Noting the warm smile on Brianna's lips as she handed the application back to him.

"Is... is everything right?" Brianna asked, nervously. Watching those topaz blue eyes scan over the paper. Knowing the seven hundred dollars a week would help greatly her mother with the household bills and saving for her college payment for her first semester.

"When do you want to be paid? Monday or Friday?" Jesse asked, glancing up at his cousin. Knowing with all the directions he was being pulled in Brianna would be a godsend even if she took some of the pressure off him.

"Friday will be fine," Brianna nodded, watching how Jesse's fingers moved over the keyboard his eyes moving across the paper typing in the account number her mother had opened for her when she got her first part-time job.

"Okay, your pay will be deposited after midnight on Thursday," Jesse stated opening the drawer to his right and placing the form in it and closing it.

"Bree, give Jesse and I a moment," Linda said, looking over at her daughter. Seeing her nod before Brianna got to her feet.

"Bree, look into the local charities in the city and compile a list for me," Jesse directed. Since he could never spend all the money Greta left him. He could at least help those who needed it the most. He didn't want praise for it, he just wanted to help those who weren't as fortunate as he was.

"I'll get right on it, boss," Brianna nodded, flashing her cousin a smile as the door closed behind her.

"What can I do for you, Linda?" Jesse asked, once they were alone. Arching an eyebrow when she pulled out a contract from her purse.

"I need your help, Jesse," Linda said, with worry in her voice. "Bree doesn't know about any of this but... my shop isn't doing so well and I was wondering if you'd like to become a silent partner. You would just cover half the operating costs every month," she stated laying the contract before him.

"You want me to bail out your bookstore?" Jesse inquired arching an eyebrow.

"In a manner of speaking."

"But didn't Greta setup a trust fund for you?" Jesse asked, confused.

"Richard..." Feeling her shame flooding her face at being conned by her brother.

"Ah, so he asked to borrow money and his scheme didn't play out, I take it?"

"Yes," Linda uttered low with her head bowed.

"And why didn't you tell this to Greta, I'm sure she would have replenished it," Jesse spoke, arching an eyebrow when he once again leaned on his elbow.

"I was ashamed that I was fooled by my brother. I should have known better, but he's my brother," Linda sighed.

"I see," Jesse muttered, his eyes running over his aunt seeing her defeated posture at admitting her fault. Ever since he's inherited Greta's fortune his family has been pestering him with some wild and crazy investment schemes just like they had done when his grandaunt was alive. All of which he answered in a stern 'NO'. Yet Linda wasn't asking him to refill her stolen coffers or some wild scheme. No. She was simply asking him to save her business. He would never spend 280 million dollars, the interest on the seven billion Greta had left him, in a year. So helping out his cousin in this he had no trouble with. Picking up the contract from his desk, leaning back as he went over it before he had Janice look it over as well. "Do you have your yearly financial report with you?"

"Yes, of course," Linda said, pulling it out of her purse and handing it to him. She sat anxiously as Jesse went over the figures.

"When do you need my answer by?" Jesse asked, setting the report aside.

"By the end of the week would be best," Linda answered, her hands wringing on the strap of her purse. Her eyes glanced to her right as Jesse opened the drawer to his left. Seeing him pulling out a large folder and setting it on the desk.

"Here, this should help with this month's cost," Jesse said, holding out a check to her.

"Thank you, Jesse, you don't know how..." Her voice stilled when Jesse pulled back the check when she reached for it.

"If I'm buying into your store, I want to see it for myself," Jesse said, plainly.

"Of course, you're welcome to come by anytime you want," Linda said, sighing in her mind thinking there would be some weird stipulation to it. Like she would have to suck his cock or fuck him. As she said those words Jesse laid the check in her hand.

"If Richard tries to talk you into another scheme, say no," Jesse said, with a teasing smile.

"Oh, he knows not to now," Linda chuckled remembering how she almost killed her brother when he lost her money.

"Good," Jesse smirked.

"I have to go; I need to open the store. I promise, Jesse, that you haven't put your trust in the wrong person," Linda stated getting to her feet. "Jesse?" Stopping when she reached for the doorhandle.

"Hmm?"

"Why didn't you ask me to do something for you in exchange for this check?" Linda asked, from over her shoulder, not able to bear to look at him with the thoughts that were running through her head.

"Because your family, and you didn't badger me or launch into some get rich quick scheme. Plus, I saw and heard the worry."

"Thank you," Linda said, fighting back her tears. "Jesse, would you mind, since it's hot out, that I came over to use the pool sometimes?"

"No, use it all you want," Jesse stated matter-of-factly.

"Thanks," Linda whispered before leaving his office. Ever since her husband had run off when Brianna was eight, she put all her focus into raising her daughter. So she could understand why she was aroused by the thoughts that were swirling around in her head. Hugging her daughter goodbye, telling her to work hard for Jesse, to which her daughter nodded that she would.

The moment his cousin left Jesse reached forward and punched the number four button on his phone; the speed dial number for his lawyer. His fingers picked up the contract, his eyes running over the first page as the line rang.

"Hello, Mr. Armstrong, what can I do for you today?" Janice's sweet voice came over the line.

"Will you be in your office today?"

"Of course, is there anything in particular you need?"

"Yes, I need you to look over a contract for me and see if it says what I think it says. Also I need you to look into setting up a few charities for me," Jesse said, seeing Brianna standing in the doorway waiting for her invitation to enter. Waving for her to enter, feeling how warm the paper still was from coming out of the printer.

"I can certainly do that. We'll discuss the finer details when you come in. My two o'clock is free if you wish to come in today."

"Two o'clock it is," Jesse said with a nod, hanging up after saying their goodbyes. "So, Bree, what college are you going to?" he asked, going over the list of charities she had printed out for him.

"Antioch," Brianna said, proudly.

"Oh? Heard that was expensive," Jesse stated placing a check mark beside the ones he wanted Brianna to take a deeper look at.

"I know, it's why I wanted to work for you, Jesse," Brianna said, her brown eyes running down his body.

"I see, and what are you going to take?" Jesse asked, flipping over the page.

"I want to be a therapist. I want to help people," Brianna said firmly, causing Jesse to lift his gaze.

"Oh? Do you now? Interesting," Jesse stated that was so unlike the rest of his family.

"I know you think most of us are just out to enrich ourselves, and you aren't wrong on that account. Yet, Mom and I know what it's like to work for a living, like you do. Given how hard it's been since..." Brianna stilled her tongue before giving out too much information. Her mother was prideful and ashamed of being duped by her brother. She didn't want anyone in the family knowing how bad it was for them.

"Oh?" Arching an eyebrow at that, "How committed are you to this?"

"Very," Brianna nodded sternly.

"When do you start?" Jesse asked, placing the last check marks on the last sheet of paper before tossing one of them away.

"August 15th."

"How long do you plan on working for me?" Jesse asked, leaning back in his chair.

"As long as you want me, Jesse," Brianna replied wondering why he was asking these questions.

"Hmm... what kind of degree are you going for?"

"Master's degree, but I'm hoping I can get a doctorate," Brianna said, seeing the smile on Jesse's lips.

"I see you've put some thought into this," Jesse uttered seeing Brianna nod in confirmation. "I have a proposal for you." Keeping his curiosity hidden as his cousin blushed hard when he said that. "That if you can keep your grades above a 'C', your attendance never wanes unless you're sick or some emergency and keep the drinking to a minimum, I know how college is," slyly smirking at her, "then I'll pay for your college. Sound fair?"

"You mean it?!" Brianna squealed when Jesse uttered an of course. Leaping out of her seat, running around his desk and throwing herself into his lap. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Throwing her arms around his neck, pressing her 38C breasts into his chest. Her nose nuzzled his dirty blond hair, "Your personal assistant will do anything you want, Jesse," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. "I do mean anything, Jesse," Brianna purred salaciously. "You want your dick sucked; you just say the word. You want my tight, sweet pussy, I'll bend over this desk right now and let you take me as long as you want. I'm here to see to all your needs, Jesse," Feeling her heat flooding her mound as she rubbed her breasts into his chest. Biting back her gasp when Jesse wasted no time in placing his hand between her legs.

"To all my needs, huh?" Jesse asked, knowing it had to be something like this when she asked to be his assistant. Just like his mother and aunt, looking for a way to get to his money. So he saw no reason not to take what Brianna was offering. It didn't matter if she was his cousin he already fucked his mother. Why not his cousin? Plus, he couldn't keep an eye on their machinations if he was left in the dark, now could he?

"Mmmhmm," Brianna hummed spreading her legs wider allowing his fingers to explore her covered sex.

"Then push your shorts down and bend over."

"Gladly," Brianna cooed in a sultry tone, rubbing her ass into his groin before rising from his seat. "Look at it Jesse, this eighteen-year-old pussy all willing to take your cock in it" Running her finger through her labia. Knowing Jesse wouldn't be doing this so blatantly with the door open if he hadn't given the household staff Monday's off. Jesse just smirked when Brianna gasped as he eased his cock into her hot cunt. Unbeknownst to them they were being overheard by someone.

Linda had returned to the manor to give him something for his kindness to her. She wasn't expecting to return and hear her daughter screaming in bliss as she moaned out how big Jesse was. Pleading with him not to take that cock out as he pounded her. Her years of draught started to show as her thighs began to rub together as her hot nectar began to flow.

"Oh, Jesse! Yes, fuck me! I haven't felt this full in ever!" Linda felt her chest tightening, her buds aching to feel another's hands on them that weren't her own. Biting her lip as she pressed her head against the wall. Her breathing quickening at her daughter's satisfied moans. "That's it, Jesse, come in me!" Pushing off the wall, walking quickly down the hall, she didn't want them to know she had been eavesdropping. Dashing to her car, cranking it, and driving to one of the few secluded spots on the estate knowing she could leave by the exit Jarvis and his wife used. Where she unzipped her skirt and hastily shoved her panties down before she mounted her gear shifter. She didn't do it often only when she was really horny and too far from home, and her horde of dildos, to take care of her dripping pussy. Her car soon was filled with her screaming voice as she fucked herself.

"Is there anything else I can get you, Jesse?" Brianna asked, with a satisfied smile as she stood beside his desk. Feeling his cum dripping down into her panties. Knowing she was going to have to break up with her boyfriend. She had already planned on it given how he was going to college on the east coast and she knew he wouldn't be faithful so far away.

"I want you to take a deeper look into these charities and bring me everything you find on them," Jesse ordered handing over the two sheets of paper to her. "Also," unlocking the bottom left drawer where he stored the petty cash for the household food and whatnot, "once your done with that take the rest of the day off to buy you some more professional attire," he said, handing over the cash. "Return tomorrow same time, be prepared to work."

"Of course, I know just what to get," Brianna said, with a coy smirk as she plucked the bills from his fingers. "I'm thinking lots of skirts, easier access," she mused with a seductive smirk on her lips before turning to go fulfil Jesse's order. Swaying her hips as she left the room. Sure, it wasn't an hour long fuckfest, still it was notches above what her boyfriend could do. Then again, seeing how her boyfriend was the only one she has slept with, she now realized how small he was compared to Jesse. Granted she shouldn't have cheated but in truth she and her boyfriend had been done for some time just that neither were brave enough to end things... until now. Pulling out her phone, walking towards the grand staircase to head down to the little office Jesse had the staff set up for her. Where she knew she'd be spending a lot of time, where she also hoped to be riding that big cock of his every chance she could. "It's me, we need to talk," Brianna said, once he had answered his phone. "Yeah, I am. I didn't want to do it this way, but I'm rather busy right now. Doing what you say? Do you really want to know? You might not like what you hear." She knew it was wrong to do this, but really, he kind of deserved it. Given how her friend had caught him making out with someone, who wasn't a girl, at a party a few weeks ago. "I'm getting fucked by a bigger cock than what you have. I told you, you wouldn't like it. But hey you didn't care about me when you were sucking face with that guy. So this is goodbye, lose my number."

"Jesse? What are you doing in here?" Brianna asked, after two hours of digging into the charities he had asked about.

"Thinking of turning this room into a theater room," Jesse answered looking over at his cousin when he stood in a small, or small in comparison to the all the other grand rooms on the ground floor, room that appeared to him that hasn't seen use for some time.

"Oh? That sounds like it would be fun," Brianna said, her mind picturing herself on her knees with his cock between her lips. "Here's the info you asked about," she stated holding out the print outs for him. A smile rose the corner of her lips when he nodded at how she had separated each printout so he wouldn't have to wonder which belonged to what. Walking up to him, placing a kiss on his cheek, "I'll see you in the morning, maybe tomorrow you'll let me start the day with a blowjob," Brianna purred into his ear before turning on her heel and sashaying out of the room. She did hope he liked how her ass looked when it bounced as he fucked her from behind.

While he did have a driver, Paul, like the others, had the day off, and in truth he would rather drive himself. Humming to himself as he drove his truck, a truck that his grandaunt had given him before her death, towards Janice's law office. Jesse noted the looks as he slid out of the truck in his high priced suit when he stopped for gas. Looking over, noticing how a woman was digging frantically in her purse as her kids screamed in her old, rusted, dented Honda. While her children appeared to be well-fed, in clean, newish clothes. The woman herself looked like she thought of herself second in her secondhand clothes. Seeing how she was on the verge of tears as her shoulders slumped not finding whatever she was looking for in her purse.

"Is something the matter?" Jesse asked, startling the woman.

"No... it's nothing," she said, Jesse saw the pride in her eyes not willing to ask for help when she needed it.

"You sure? Maybe I can help?"

"Why? What do you want?" she asked skeptically, running her eyes down Jesse's body.

"Nothing, just to help," Jesse said, with a friendly smile.

"Nothing?! Nothing is free in this world," she said, hinting at what men have offered her if she would break her moral code.

"True, sometimes it isn't, sometimes someone simply wants to help out a fellow human being," Jesse said, "here, fill up your tank, it's on me." Holding out his card to her, he noted how she eyed it, and him, warily. "I know what it's like trying to make ends meet when payday is still five days away."

"Why are you doing this? What's in it for you?"

"I saw a person, a mother, who puts her children first, in need. It's that simple."

"You're not going to ask me to do something... uncouth are you?"

"Never. I might be a few things but I'd never leverage a woman like that," Jesse stated watching how her eyes studied his face then dropped to the card. Tentatively her fingers reached out then pulling back thinking it was a trap. So Jesse did what she couldn't. He slid the card through the reader and watched the pump come on. "There, you fill your tank, and get to wherever you need to go," he said, placing his card back into his wallet. Stepping closer to the woman, so no one could see not even her children, "I'm Jesse Armstrong, it's nice to meet you," he greeted shaking her hand, in truth, he had hidden the three grand he carries on him to hand out to those he thinks needs a helping hand. He wanted no publicity, no notoriety, or anything like that. Sometimes people just need a helping hand without the fear of selling their soul in the process. "You use that for whatever you need. I hope it helps," Jesse said, waving to her as he walked away with a smile on his lips.

"I can't take this!" The woman said as Jesse filled up his truck.

"You can."

"But it's too much!"

"Not how I see it," Jesse said, looking back at her. "I see it as helping out a fellow human being who seemed down on her luck."

"But why?! You don't know me?!"

"And? Does that matter, whether I knew you or not?" Jesse retorted politely. Seeing how the woman wasn't prone to receiving a helping hand without some strings attached to it. "I can tell you're a good person, and a good mother. I knew someone like you, she passed recently, I think she would be pleased to know that I could help relieve some of your burden for a while." Jesse noted the tears in the woman's eyes when he said that. "Just when you get more secure in your finances that you help someone that you see is in trouble. That's all I ask."

"Thank you," the woman said softly. "What was your name again?"

"Jesse Armstrong."

"Well, Mr. Armstrong, I appreciate the kindness," she said, smiling sweetly at him. "I'm Ruth Grander by the way." Holding out her hand to him.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Grander," Jesse said, taking her offered hand.

"Maybe we'll see each other again," Ruth said, waving goodbye to him. Little did either of them know of what fate had in store for the both of them.

******

"Good afternoon, Jesse," Janice greeted as she stood in the lobby of her law office when the receptionist had called her to inform her, her two o'clock was here. "Please, if you'll follow me?" she gestured towards the elevators that would take them to her third floor office. "I do apologize for not being able to see you sooner."

"No, I understand, you got me in when you could," Jesse said, with a warm smile as he took her offered hand.

"So, how have you been?" Janice asked, her eyes slyly running down the expensive suit he was wearing. She had to say it did look nice on him.

"You know how it is, shaking up my employees, family coming out of the woodwork for money, that sort of thing," Jesse chuckled as the elevator doors rolled open.

"Now, what can I do for you?" Janice asked, once they were settled in her office.

"I need you to look over this," Jesse stated handing her the contract Linda had handed him that morning.

"Certainly, just give me a moment." Jesse made it appear he was checking his phone, when in truth, he was checking her out. Noticing how her dark brown hair lightly moved along her blouse as she leaned back in her chair. The way her amber eyes moved across the printed words. How her soft, pink lips were so captivating. The flash of memory flared in his mind remembering how she flashed him her breasts and her red bra. "Seems like a rather straight forward contract to me, Jesse," Janice said, handing it back to him. She knew his eyes were on her the whole time. She didn't care, she wanted him to look, wanted him to know what she has and what she was willing to do for him to keep him with their firm. "Now, you said something about charities this morning."

"Ah, right," nodding, "I want to setup three of them, one to offer ten low income kids a full ride to college of their choice," noting how she wrote down what his stipulations were in earning the scholarship, "then I want to setup one for low income families to help out with bills and such. Lastly I want to setup one that helps provide food for the foodbanks around the city. Also, I need you to do a deeper look into these charities for me," Jesse listed off, handing the printouts that Brianna had given him.

"Awful generous of you," Janice mused with a flirtatious smile.

"Hey, I got money, why not spend it on what really matters," Jesse said, with a shrug.

"Now, I can see why Greta left you everything," Janice stated not letting on that she and Linda were having Greta's death investigated. They both knew of Richard's greed, even Greta had suspected that her son would try something given how fast he was draining his trust fund.
"Maybe you'll tell me some day," Jesse rose from his seat. "I thank you for seeing me, Janice."

"Anytime, Jesse, you just have to call," Janice said, standing up, displaying her 32C breasts to him as she shook his hand. Biting her lip when her eyes glanced down, noting how his pants contured to his ass as he left her office. Her mind wondered what it would be like having her hands on that ass as he fucked her.

******

Linda was puttering around her bookstore that specializes in rare first editions and text books for the colleges around Seattle. She only had two part-time college employees, minus herself, and only two worked at one time given the limited funds she has to pay her workers. She was cataloging the few editions that had just come in into their computer system before she had Max shelf it with the others of its kind. While she wouldn't cross the line in sleeping with her hot, young, male employees, they were a nice distraction to the dullness of the hours that the store was open. Her gaze lifted at the sound of the jiggling brass bell over her door. Her eyes widened at the sight of her cousin. She didn't think he would come by so soon.

"Jesse?!" Linda greeted, her excitement was clear as day as she noted what he held in his hand.

"Hello, Linda, nice, quiet shop you have here," Jesse uttered as he stepped up to the counter.

"Thank you, I, and my employees, do try to make it a warm, inviting place to visit," Linda said, with a warm smile.

"Ms. Anderson?" Max's voice called to her from the rear of the shop.

"Yes, Max, what is it?" Linda called back not liking the tone in his voice.

"I think you need to call that guy, the spine..." Max stopped in his tracks as he noted the well-dressed man. "Forgive me, I didn't know we had a customer."

"Jesse, meet Max, Max meet my cousin, Jesse," Linda said, introducing them.

"Pleasure," Jesse greeted shaking the man's hand firmly.

"What's this about the spine?" Linda asked, knowing how expensive that book in his hand was.

"The cover is pulling away from it. I didn't want to put it on the shelf in this condition," Max said, handing the book to her.

"I see, yes, this won't do. Thank you, Max, for catching this. Please put it with the others that need repair," Linda directed noting how Jesse was eyeing her interaction with her employee.

"Sure thing," Max nodded, "I have to leave early..."

"I know, your makeup classes," Linda nodded. "You are coming in tomorrow morning, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it," Max said, with a smile. He got paid well, for little or no work, he wasn't about to miss out on the hours. "Nice to meet you, Jesse," he nodded to him before returning to his duties.

"So, Jesse, what brings you to my humble store?" Linda asked, in truth, she was eager to know what was in his hand.

"To see this place," Jesse looked around the smell of old books filled the air. "Can we talk in private?"

"Certainly," Linda nodded in understanding. "Max, come mind the counter while me and Jesse talk in my office."

"Sure thing," Max said, as he walked back to the front.

"This way, Jesse," Linda said, when she walked out from behind the counter. Leading him along the middle aisle. Noting how his eyes peered at the titles along the spines of the books.

"Are all of them this old?" Jesse asked, offhandedly.

"Yes, I specialize in hard to find first editions and college text books to augment my sales," Linda said, trying to block out the moans of her daughter from her mind. "The box stores have the corner market on the new release books. Didn't think I'd be able to compete with them. Not at that volume."

"Ah," Jesse said, following his cousin through the rear door that led to the storage space and to her office.

"Please, have a seat, Jesse," Linda gestured to the seat in front of her desk as she walked around it. Watching how Jesse placed the very contract she had given him that morning before her. Her eyes widened and quivered at his 'John Hancock' on the dotted line. Relief and stress flooded out of her body knowing the months of worry were now over. "You don't know how much this means to me," she said, looking up with teary eyes.

"Hey, what's family for," Jesse spoke shrugging his shoulders.

"If there's ever any thing I can do for you, you let me know, partner," Linda stated smiling warmly at him. Knowing now she would be able to afford Brianna's college and keep her store afloat. Just then her phone rang in her drawer where she kept her cell phone when she was in the store. "It's Bree, let me take this?" Seeing Jesse nod before answering. "Hey honey! Where are you?"

"Hey Mom! Just got done shopping!" Linda arched an eyebrow at how giddy her daughter sounded.

"Shopping?! Honey we don't..." Her voice stilling not wishing to hint at their money woes.

"Relax Mom, Jesse gave me the money for new work clothes. Have to say I do like how I look in them."

"How much?" Linda whispered, seeing Jesse not paying attention as he fiddled with his phone.

"A grand." Linda gasped. "Not only that Mom, but Jesse also offered to pay for my college while I work for him. Isn't that awesome!"

"What?!" Linda shouted getting to her feet.

"Now we don't have to worry! Isn't that great!"

"Yes, yes, that's great news, honey," Linda agreed, "I'll see you at home," saying their goodbyes before hanging up with her daughter. "Jesse..." Placing her phone on her desk, "why?"

"Huh?" Jesse uttered in confusion.

"Why did you offer to pay for Brianna's college?" Linda asked, her eyes slyly ran down his body. She could feel her womanhood heating at what she had heard and done that morning. Yet, could she do what her daughter had done? Could she lay with her cousin? She needed time to come to terms with that before she made a hasty decision. However, she couldn't deny the thought didn't excite her.

"Oh. Umm... she sounded sincere in our talks and given what you said to me this morning. I thought why not," shrugging his shoulders, "we are family after all. I might need a good therapist some time," Jesse said, with a light chuckle. He knew he would given what he was doing. Sure, he had no wish to fuck his mother or aunt at first, so what if he spent money, he had a lot of it, if it helped to learn what their plans were. Worth it in his opinion. None could take the company away from him, Greta had seen to that before her passing. Plus, if they're willing to cross that line he saw no reason not to take what they're offering. Why not get fucked all the while he kept an eye on his greedy family. "Plus, I have a lot of money to spend, why not spend it on someone or something that could do some good?"

"I see now why my mother chose you," Linda said, with a warm smile. "Thank you, Jesse, I can never repay..."

"We're family, right? Granted, most of them are greedy little cu... you get the idea," Jesse said, catching himself causing Linda to chuckle in agreement. "So, don't worry about it. So, let me ask," watching his cousin sinking back into her chair, "why haven't you asked me to replenish your trust fund?"

"Same reason I was hesitant to ask for your help in saving this place," Linda said, gesturing to her surroundings. "I'm prideful, and very ashamed of being fooled by my brother. You know how it is?"

"Ah, well, we both know you need the cash," Jesse said, when Greta left him everything that included access to their trust funds. He didn't want to insult her in actually saying the amount she had left in it, just that he knew that she was on her last three hundred grand.

"That's very true, Jesse, but I'm not about to ask that you restore my trust fund because of my foolishness," Linda stated arching an eyebrow at her cousin's smile.

"Yeah, kind of figured you'd say that, why I went ahead and did it anyway," Jesse said, smirking when his forty-two-year-old cousin's jaw dropped.

"You gave me thirty million dollars?!" Linda stammered referencing the amount that she had received when she turned eighteen.

"What?! No. Only put ten million in it. The rest you'll have to earn," Jesse said, wondering if she too would be like his mother and aunt. Using sex to get the money they want. "Hey, if they want to sell themselves like that, I'll pay for what I get in return," he said to himself. "Just when Richard comes sniffing do say no," Jesse teased getting to his feet. "I bet he's digging through the cushions of his home looking for spare change with the way he's burning through his fund."

"Probably," Linda said, with a wicked laugh. Getting up from her seat, walking around her desk, and hugging her cousin tightly. "Thank you, Jesse, you're the best person in this family," she whispered in his ear, placing a kiss on his right cheek as she pulled away. "Come by before you head into work, I make a mean cappuccino."

"I look forward to it, cousin," Jesse said, with that he said his goodbyes and headed for home.

******

Two days later...

"Mr. Armstrong?" Brinda spoke as she knocked on the door to Jesse's office. Knowing how he's been meeting with the other Department heads since he's taken over.

"Bree, give us the room for a minute," Jesse stated looking over at his cousin, trying not to eye how alluring those legs of hers looked as she uncrossed them as she got up from her seat on the couch.

"Certainly, Mr. Armstrong," Brianna said, accentuating his last name in a slightly sexy purr. "I'll just be outside if you need me," she stated flashing him that rather sexy smile she's been wearing ever since she's started her days off with a good fucking in Jesse's office. Closing the door behind her, knowing how those eyes of his would always find their way to her ass when she left whichever room they were in. At first she was apprehensive in sleeping with her cousin, yet she was doing this for her family. Yet when her mother came home all joyous about the news of her trust fund being slightly restored due to Jesse's kindness to them. How she was elated for her mother. She knew how much her mother worried about her dwindling fortune. Knew how much her mother worked herself to the point of collapsing. Now she looked forward to showing up at his house. Her pussy was already wet by the time she would arrive. This was no longer about the money; this was to show Jesse her gratitude for relieving her mother's woes and she did it gladly. Granted the size of Jesse's cock was a very nice bonus in her opinion.

"What can I do for you Ms. Dell?" Jesse asked, leaning back in his chair as Brinda sat down across from him.

"I thought I'd take the initiative and come see you myself," Brinda stated sitting straighter in her chair.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm," Brinda nodded watching him as Jesse rose out of his chair. Her eyes followed him over to the filing cabinet, listening to the metal rollers along the track as Jesse opened the middle drawer.

"You don't mind if we go over the projects your Division has undertaken in the last few years, do you?" Jesse asked, the question was rhetorical.

"Of course not, I'll be happy to go over anything you like," Brinda stated firmly.

"On March 8th, four years ago, why was the funding pulled from that project?" Jesse asked, referring to the Stirling engine site where they were testing to see if it would be a good alterative clean energy source.

"If you read the report on my analysis of the finding, then you would know I fought to keep the project alive, seeing how we were getting good results in the field. Then you also know I was overruled by the board when I objected to their ruling on the matter," Brinda stated factually.

"Let's table the board ruling for a moment, shall we?" Setting aside the file and looking right at Brinda. "Say if the project was given the green light to expand from the testing phase how long do you think it would take to get it up and running?"

"I don't know, sir; I'd have to look at the data and get back to you on that."

"Here, take a gander then," Jesse said, handing her the file.

"Two to three years from this data," Brinda said, handing him back the file.

"I see." Brinda couldn't read his features as Jesse set the file aside once again. "Let's move on, shall we?"

Brinda nodded she knew this was for the future of her Department. She was nervous as hell watching Jesse opening up the next file. She still had five more to go.

"Ms. Dell can you tell me the cause of the failure of the probe we built for the NASA Mars mission?"

"Can I be blunt, sir?"

"Of course," Jesse nodded.

"Some idiot in their Jet propulsion lab screwed up and used metric instead of inches for the probes entry into the Martian atmosphere. Causing it to dive deep into it instead of the original flight path that could handle the heat buildup," Brinda stated truthfully, noting how he set the folder to the right of him unlike the other one.

And so, she sat on the edge of her seat for the entire hour and a half they went over the failed or canceled projects that her Department had been part of. By the end of that hour and a half talk only two folders sat to the left of Jesse while she feared what the stack to the right of him meant. Her nerves were frayed as they had sat in silence for the past three minutes.

"I'm pleased to hear you were truthful in your assessments." Relief flooded Brinda's body at his words. "Let's not worry about failed projects, hmm?" Jesse uttered dropping the stack onto the floor next to him. "Unlike two of your colleagues, you didn't try to spin your Department's failures off on your workers, nor did you speak one word that wasn't in the reports. I like that, and respect that you didn't. So, I hear you came from back east, why did you decide to come here?"

"Your grandaunt was the one who recruited me. I'd met her a few times at Expos and such, this was when she was still attending them," Brinda stated seeing the sadness in Jesse's eyes when she mentioned Greta. "When she offered it to me, I couldn't wait to jump at the offer. I knew I had gone as far as I could at my old job before taking this one. So I packed up my things with my now ex-husband in tow and moved here."

"Glad you did, you and your Department have done a remarkable job in the projects assigned to you even the failed ones. I always thought you learn more from your failures than you do when you win," Jesse stated seeing Brinda nod along. "That being said, have your people run the data on these again, and report back directly to me with revised plans on moving forward," he said, holding out the two folders to her. "I'm very interested to see what you and your people can come up with. If I understand it all, it appears it will be rather interesting to see the final results of the projects," Jesse said, with a warm smile.

"Gladly, sir, I'll get right on it," Brinda said, her heart fluttering in joy and excitement. Placing the files on her lap, lightly caressing the cover of the top one. So very pleased to have another shot at seeing them to completion.

"Now, that's out of the way, I want to visit the lab down in New Mexico, just to see how its run. Get a lay of the land, as it were."

"I can certainly set that up for you, Mr. Armstrong," Brinda said, with a friendly smile.

"Good, you let me know and I'll have my assistant reserve the plane," Jesse said, walking Brinda to the door. "If you need anything you know where to find me."

"Thank you, sir, I'll keep that in mind," Brinda stated, shaking his hand. Pondering who it was that had lied to him and wondering just what Jesse was going to do. "Oh. He's going that route," she muttered to herself when she heard Jesse ask Denton to send someone from legal to his office. She knew one of them had to be the CFO, everyone kept quiet about it, but all knew he had been making a play for Jesse's job when the news of Greta's death reached them. She recounted how the man cursed up a storm when they had been told that Jesse had been named the CEO of the company. Seeing that same young woman rising from her seat and heading back into his office.

"Something wrong, Jesse?" Brianna asked, as they rode the elevator down to the ground floor where Paul waited for them after his meeting with legal.

"Just wondering what to do with liars is all," Jesse muttered unbuttoning his suit jacket as they left the building.

"If they're willing to lie to you, the owner, then what else are they liable to do?" Brianna spoke as she walked beside him.

"Good point," Jesse admitted, watching Brianna sliding into the back when Paul held the rear passenger door open. "Take us to the house, Paul," he directed once he was in and sitting beside Brianna.

"Very good, sir."

"What are you going to do?" Brianna asked, watching Paul walking around the car.

"I'll wait until legal gets back to me before I make a decision on the matter," Jesse answered as Paul slowly pulled away from the curb.

"I know you'll do the right thing," Brianna whispered in that alluring tone of hers.

"Paul, head home, I won't be going anywhere for the rest of the night," Jesse stated, knowing this will give the man time to beat rush hour traffic home. He noted the man's glee and relief in his eyes.
"You sure, sir? I don't mind staying."

"I'm sure, you get home and surprise that wife of yours," Jesse said, in a friendly manner, lightly patting Paul's right arm.

"Thank you, sir," Paul nodded before jumping back into the car and parking it in the garage where the limo he drove for special occasions was stored. Waving to Jesse once he slipped out as the garage door was lowering, getting into his own car and heading home.

"You head home, too," Jesse said, looking over at Brianna.

"You sure, we could have a little fun before I go," Brianna cooed imagining what it would be like riding him on that bed of his.

"As fun as that sounds," seeing her widening smile, "I need to think. Another time," Jesse stated placing a kiss on her forehead before heading towards the door.

"Okay, but tomorrow, I want it in your bed," Brianna called after him.

"Sure thing," Jesse smiled waving goodbye to her as he entered his home.

Patricia hummed, her dark blonde hair swayed along her back when she let herself in with the key Jesse had given her, his mother, and Brianna. At the time she wasn't aware of Brianna's activities with Jesse, she simply thought it was so Brianna didn't wake him when she showed up for her job in the morning. The house was dark and silent when she entered knowing the household staff had left for the night. She didn't want to be interrupted when Jesse had her moaning as she came on that cock of his, and she planned on fucking him for as long as he could get it up. A sensuous smile formed on her lips at the sound of the shower running from the master bath as she neared his bedroom. She and Darla had taken the two bedrooms closest to his ever since Jesse had fucked them in his office. Her shirt fell to the floor once it left her fingers her 36D breasts bouncing when her bra became slack and soon joined her shirt.

Her lower lip dragged along her teeth as her light blue eyes fell on his bed. Remembering how he had taken her over and over on it. She had told Charles that she wouldn't be home tonight, that if he was good she'd bring a little prize home for him in the morning. How her husband had become a good little cuckold at eating Jesse's, another man's, cum from her pussy. If he was weak enough to let her fuck another man then she saw no reason not to make him eat the creampie from a real man. Feeling the fine linen beneath her as she crawled along the bed to position herself in the right place so Jesse could view her naked body the moment he left the bathroom.

"Hello, Jesse," Patricia purred, her eyes running down Jesse's naked chest as his surprise was evident in his eyes. "Come, nephew, come fuck your aunt," she commanded, her finger beckoning to him. "Come give me that cock," Patricia cooed hungrily, her hand ran along the underside of her left breast before pinching her nipple.

"Oh, want my cock, do you?" Jesse inquired, dropping his towel to the floor and walking towards the edge of his bed. "Then come suck this cock you want so much," he commanded pointing to the spot before him. Watching how that firm, round, taut ass of hers swayed as she knelt before him. Feeling her lips capturing his soft member, listening to her hum as he teased her mound when he leaned forward. "Oh, you like it when your nephew plays with this pussy, don't you?"

"Mmmhmm," Patricia hummed around Jesse's now hard cock. How she lavished that hard pole. Fucking Charles no longer seemed pleasurable to her, after being filled by her nephew. Charles still had his uses in the bedroom, while she got no pleasure from Charles's small cock any longer at least in her pussy. Her ass, she would let Charles have, she wasn't about to take Jesse back there. She did love it when Charles licked her ass. "Taste me Jesse, taste the pussy that's yours," Patricia uttered in want before scurrying back. Sure, she had sold her body for money; sure, she should have been revolted by that fact, yet, she's never felt this satisfied before.

"Yes, Jesse, get that tongue in there!" Patricia howled out as her nephew attacked her cunt. Squealing when Jesse fondled then pinched her nipples like she loved when she was getting eaten and fucked. Knowing Charles was never going to fuck her pussy again, it now belonged to Jesse and that cock of his. Only his cum was worthy of soiling her pussy and womb. She had stopped taking her birth-control pills on the off chance that Jesse would impregnant her. How the thought of making Charles raise a cuckold baby just sent her over the edge as she came hard on her nephew's face.

Her breath came out in pants as Jesse took her like he owned her, in a sense he did. After all, she was getting paid to fuck him in the guise of being consultants to help him with running the company given his lack of experience. How she fucking loved it! She loved Charles; she would never leave him. However, Charles was a weak man, and he deserved to endure this. "That's it, Jesse, pound that pussy!" Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. The sounds of her wet sex resounded in the room as Jesse's balls slapped hard against her cunt. Crying out, locking her legs around his waist as she came on her nephew's cock.

"Goodbye, Jesse, you go back to sleep," Patricia whispered lightly kissing his lips after she had dressed. "I promise, I'll be back soon," she uttered low noting the time on the clock in the early morning hour, knowing she had somewhere to be before Charles left for work.

******

"Jesse?" Darla's voice came over the line when Jesse answered his cellphone.

"Hello, Mom," Jesse answered as he turned around to stare out at the skyline of Seattle from his office.

"Hey, baby, I was wondering if you're doing anything for lunch today?"

"Not that I'm aware of, why?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to have lunch at the country club today?" Feeling her cheeks heat as she sat in her office knowing what she would be doing with her son. How she felt her moisture gathering between her legs as she recounted how her son took her in his office. How she begged and pleaded to be fucked by that hard cock of his.

"What are you playing at, Mom?" Jesse asked, knowing there had to be some catch.

"What?! Nothing, I don't know why you would think that?!" Darla uttered bashfully.

"Uh-huh." Jesse didn't believe a word of it.

"Okay, there might be some people there I'd like to introduce you to," Darla said, in a rather cute voice.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Jesse asked, feeling a little lonely in his office without Brianna there due to her orientation at her college before the fall semester started. Also, the shopping for the text books that she would need for her classes.

"So, will you?" Darla asked, with eagerness in her voice.

"Sure, I could eat," Jesse admitted.

"Good. I'll come by and pick you up at say..." Looking through her calendar making sure she didn't have any meetings before she suggested a time, "say around 11:30?" Darla inquired knowing she could get in a blowjob before they arrived.

"Sure, sounds like a plan, I got to go, someone's knocking on my door," Jesse said, seeing the head of his legal Department standing outside his office through the glass.

"Okay, baby, don't work too hard," Darla uttered in a sultry tone before hanging up.

"Come in, Mr. Barringer," Jesse spoke in a firm tone. His topaz blue eyes ran down the man's mostly grey, yet with streaks of black lingering, hair. Those hard set eyes due to years in court, his clean, shaven face, his crisp grey suit as the man walked into his office and shut the door behind him.

"Good morning, Mr. Armstrong," Barringer greeted shaking Jesse's offered hand.

"What can I do for you today?" Jesse asked, retaking his seat.

"It's about what you asked my Assistant-Director yesterday. I thought I should be the one to deliver the findings to you," Barringer stated plainly.

"Ah. Then please proceed," Jesse stated waving for the man to continue.

"While we can't legally fire the Head of Engineering for simply lying to you, we can, however, demote him to a less portentous position in the Department."

"Oh? How?" Jesse asked, curious to get people into that spot that he could trust.

"There's a morality clause in the contracts he signed when he took the position as the Head of Engineering. Seeing how he broke that clause you wouldn't be facing any legal ramifications if or when you demote him."

"What about the CFO?"

"That's another matter altogether, given that he's in charge of handling the finances of the company he's held to a stricter morality clause than the Heads of the Departments. I already went ahead and drew up the separation papers that would be needed to oust him from his spot," Barringer said, handing Jesse the stack of forms he would need to sign to make it official. "I've already talked to the Head of HR and we both agree if you follow through with this we won't be facing any legal suits they might want to bring against you."

"I see," Jesse muttered looking through the forms. Reaching for a pen and signing his name to the forms that would relieve Cornelius from his duty as his CFO. Reaching for his phone, punching in the extension to his HR Director. "Marge, come to my office," he ordered before calling the two men to his office.

"What's going on here?" Cornelius asked, noting both the HR head and Legal head in Jesse's office when he entered.

"Sit down, Cornelius," Jesse said sternly, looking coldly at the man. "I don't take pleasure in this, but I also can't have liars on my board either," his eyes cutting hard into the two men, "Cornelius, effective immediately you are fired as Greenworks CFO, you have thirty minutes to clear out your personal things from your office. Security will escort you to your office, and then out of the building," he stated to the man at his door.

"This is outrageous!" Cornelius howled in anger as he surged to his feet. "You have no right!"

"I do," Jesse said, the loud thump of the contract sounded as it landed on his desk. "Clause three: section 3b, clearly outlines that I can due to your less than truthful words about the company's finances. Did you think I wouldn't know? Did you think I wouldn't look into it myself?" he asked coldly, staring at the man as he paled. "Did you think I wouldn't find out about your schemes before I was made head of this company? No. You didn't, did you? You thought you could take over my family's company for yourself! Now get out of my office," Jesse ordered watching Marge handing Cornelius his separation papers as the guard led/dragged Cornelius out of his office.

"I will sue!" Cornelius yelled as the men led him away. Jesse simply waved him off like he didn't matter any longer.

"Now, while I can't fire you like I want," Jesse said, seeing Gideon sweating in his seat when he turned his attention to the man, "nevertheless, I will not have people on my board if I can't trust what they're saying. So I'm demoting you and sending you to oversee the construction on the plant in Dubai."

"If I refuse?" Gideon countered.

"Then I expect your letter of resignation on my desk by the end of the day," Jesse said, firmly.

"You'll have it within the hour," Gideon said, getting to his feet. He wasn't moving halfway around the world to a dessert. He could always get another job on some other board.

"Very well, you may go," Jesse said, dismissing the man. "Marge, Leo thank you for being here." Seeing their nods as they too got to their feet after Gideon had left his office. "Marge, start looking for a new CFO."

"Yes, sir, I'll get right on it," Marge nodded before departing.

"Denton!" Jesse called out, feeling that burden lifting off his shoulders.

"Yes, sir?" Denton answered peering in the doorway to his office.

"Get me the Assistant-Director of Engineering on the line," Jesse ordered, seeing Denton nod before heading back to his desk. He hoped he was making Greta proud in her decision in appointing him to this position.

"Denton, I'm heading to lunch," Jesse stated standing in front of his desk once his mother had called him to inform him she had arrived. "Hold my calls until I get back."

"Yes, sir," Denton nodded in understanding.

"If it's an emergency call me on my cell," Jesse directed as he headed to the elevators. Seeing his mother's driver holding the rear passenger door open for him as he neared. Noting how his mother was waiting patiently in the back.

"Hello, sweetheart," Darla smiled as her son slid in beside her. "Is something wrong, Jesse?" she asked, noting the look in his eyes.

"Had to let some people go," Jesse admitted, wondering why the partition was raised as the car door closed.

"Well, that is part of being the boss. Can I ask who it was?" Darla asked, lightly resting her hand over his.

"Head of Engineering and the CFO."

"Oh?!" Darla's eyes widened at that. "Jesse, I'm more than willing to fill-in for him," she purred leaning towards him displaying the cleavage of her 38C breasts to her son's gaze.

"No need, already looking into a replacement," Jesse said, smirking when his mother pouted.

"Fine," Darla uttered in a cute little voice, "but I know something else that could use my help." Her hand gently rubbed along Jesse's manhood with a sultry look in her eyes.

******

Darla looped her arm around her son's, loving the lingering taste of his cum on her tongue. Feeling her wet pussy rubbing against her panties as she walked arm in arm with her son towards the entrance to the country club. Where all the influential people of the city mingled. Ever since she became her son's mistress she's been enjoying the best sex in her life. Not even Frank could keep up with her son. Not that she was degrading him on that matter, yet Frank was slowing down, and he wasn't fucking her like he used to. Sure, their sex life was still vibrant, just not as hot as it once was in the beginning of their marriage. Plus, if she was truthful, Frank couldn't compete with the size of their son. She still loved Frank; they did have a thriving business they ran together. She wasn't about to leave him. Still, she did love being fucked by her son's eight and a half inch cock, and she knew exactly where she would do it in the club. How the thought of fucking her son there with so many people around heated her mound like nothing before. How she felt like a dirty little slut!

"Good forenoon, Mrs. Armstrong," the host greeted the moment they entered. "Your private table will be ready in twenty minutes," the man said, handing back Darla's membership card. "And who is your guest today?"

"This is my son, Jesse Armstrong, the new owner of Greenworks Aerospace and Technologies," laying her hand lightly on Jesse's chest, "he'll be joining the club so he'll need a membership application. Don't worry, honey, I'll put in a good word for you," Darla said, winking at him. How her body was on fire knowing that she might introduce Jesse as her son, no one will know she would be fucking him in that private room once their meal was finished. Her boy was going to need all the fuel he could get in satisfying her ravenous pussy.

"Certainly, Mrs. Armstrong," the man nodded, turning around plucking one of the forms from the shelf behind him. "Please, fill this out," he directed handing it to Jesse, wondering if the man had the minimal amount to even be considered as a member of the club. It only took Jesse five minutes for him to fill it out and hand it back to him. His eyes bulging from his sockets at the sight of the amount Jesse had written down of half a billion dollars. "I'll see that this finds its way to the application board."

Darla wore a smug smirk when the man wore a shocked look on his face. Unaware that wasn't Jesse's true wealth, yet he wasn't about to let his greedy family know his true worth just like his grandaunt.

"Come on, honey, let me introduce you to everyone while we wait for our table," Darla said, lightly patting his arm. Leading him towards the smoking lounge where the bar was situated. A friendly smile appeared on her lips as they entered the room as all eyes fell upon them. Chatting up her son as they mingled around the room. Introducing him to people she thought would be helpful to the company. Seeing the envy in their eyes when she mentioned that Jesse was now the owner of that grand mansion on the hill that was one of the oldest homes in the area. However, unknown to her, Jesse hated interacting with them. He only put on a polite face knowing his mother hung out quite often with those people. So he didn't want to rock the boat or he would never hear the end of it. While they were hording their money, he couldn't give it away fast enough. Not that he would give it all away and leave himself poor. No. That would besmirch Greta's last act but he would at least try to make as many lives as possible better than they were now, or that was his hope anyway.

All the while Darla eyed her son, watching how he carried the conversation with whichever person they were talking with at the time. She never realized how sophisticated her son was. She had always thought, given how he forwent their way of life, he wouldn't have the worldly knowledge that had been accumulated during their combined years of the members life. She couldn't believe how turned on she was right then! She might not make it through lunch before she had that hard cock surging through her folds. Turning her head when one of the club's employees walked towards her.

"Mrs. Armstrong, your private room is ready," the woman whispered into her ear.

"Thank you. Honey, our table is ready, shall we?" Darla asked, looking up at her son. Trying to hide the hunger, the want, her need from showing in her eyes. She could feel how damp her panties were as they followed after the woman as she led them to the more secluded area of the club for members wishing to discuss business which happened often from the crowded, bustling common area where most members took their meals when they weren't on the golf course.

"Your server will be Michael," the woman stated when she opened the rather small room with only a booth with enough room to move along the front of the booth. With that the woman departed and exited the room shutting the door behind her.

Once they were alone, Darla didn't waste a moment before launching herself at her son. How she madly kissed him, feeling the burning passion on their lips as she pressed her womanly shape against her son. Sighing in annoyance when there came a knock on the door. She didn't like that smirk on his lips when she quickly parted from him and took her seat as did he.

"Come in," Darla called out, trying not to rub her hot cunt into the seat.

"Good day, Mrs. Armstrong, I'll be your waiter," Michael said politely when he entered the room. Noting how the woman took the menu from the man she was with.

"We'll start out with the crab dip as an appetizer, the young gentleman will have the lamb with risotto, I'll have the salmon with the dirty rice," Darla glance over at her son with a smoldering glance when she said 'dirty', "with a bottle of your finest white wine to go with it," she said, handing the menus to him.

"Very good, ma'am, I'll get that right out to you as fast as I can," Michael said, with a nod.

The moment they were alone again, Darla wasted no time in wiggling out of her panties. "Come here, baby," Darla cooed sliding on the end of the table. Spreading her legs feeling the cool air on her wet, heated mound. "Come taste your mistress's pussy," How she felt so naughty as Jesse ate her out just like he had done in his office. Her hand muffled her moans as her son had her writhing on that table for a good five minutes. How she wanted, no, needed that hard cock of his fucking her to sweet bliss. Yet she knew the turn around on appetizers and lunch. So she could only get away with having her son giving her cunnilingus... for now. She had rented the room with the money he paid her for the hour so as soon as their meal was done she knew she'd be back on that table getting her brains fucked out of her. They made it back to their seats with enough time to spray the air lightly with her perfume she had brought along to mask the smell of her sex.
Darla was gazing lustfully at her son as they shared the crab dip. Feeling her pussy humming from the two orgasms he had given to her by that tongue of his. "Jesse, what are your plans for Saturday night?" Darla asked, before taking a sip of her wine.

"Thinking of visiting some clubs, need to get out of that house and relax, why?" Jesse inquired, munching on the club cracker. He had to admit the crab was quite good.

"There's a society function that night, your dad won't be in town, he has to go overseas to meet some investors. I was wondering if you would be my... date," Darla said shyly, the pad of her finger lightly ran along the rim of the glass.

"What's it about?"

"Oh, helping to raise the funds to help update the old orphanage and build a new orphanage for those poor children," wondering why that got her son's attention, "they're having a silent auction, after the pricy dinner, to help raise funds of course," Darla said, seeing Jesse nod. "There's a ball too," she quickly added feeling her cheeks heat.

"What's the name of the charity?" Jesse asked, pulling out his phone.

"Lost Lambs of God," Darla stated matter-of-factly. Watching his fingers moving across the keyboard of his phone. Noting how he was eating and reading at the same time before he put his phone away.

"Okay, I'll go."

"Really?!" Darla's eyes lit up, keeping her squeal muffled when her son nodded. "Thank you, baby! I have this perfect red dress to wear for it," Darla purred with a seductive smile.

Her aqua marine eyes held her burning lust once she returned the card for her account to her wallet. Now that their table was cleared, their bellies full, it was time to have her pussy full as well. Getting up from her seat, walking over to the door and locking it. The doors always locked from the inside to keep what business meetings were happening as secret as they could. The fabric of her skirt fell to the floor in a soft kiss before she stepped out of it.

"You know what I want, baby," Darla purred sauntering back to the table. Her bare ass slid along the surface, "Get over here and fuck me," she uttered in want, her manicured nails tickled Jesse's chin as she looked down at her son. Her fingers played with herself, watching the flight of his jacket as Jesse tossed onto the seat he just vacated. "Yes, baby, I need this cock," Darla cooed rubbing her son's cock through his pants as his hands unbuckled his pants. Pushing them down to his feet, "Now, fuck me!"

Darla gasped when her son thrust hard into her. Instantly, her pussy creamed after the minutes of anticipation of this moment. "God, baby, your cock feels so good in me," Darla whispered to keep her voice from alerting the staff. "That's it, fuck me, pound my pussy," she pleaded, holding onto Jesse's shirt as her son sent that hard cock into the center of her universe.

Feeling his balls slapping her ass when her son held her legs in his hands while her back rested on the table. Her hand cupped her mouth, to keep her blissful wails from being overheard. Feeling her juices coating the table, her eyes fluttering as her cream surged down her channel as she came once again on her son's cock. How she loved being filled so completely, "Do it, baby, cum in me, I want to feel your cum filling my womb," Darla begged. Her back arched, her hands held onto his hips as she felt her son's cum flooding her pussy.

To Be Continue...


Inheritance Pt. 03
The end.
Inheritance part three

By

Soul71

Jesse Lyle Armstrong stared out the eight foot long, five foot wide window as he stood looking down at the people in their static-free suits. Watching the engineers going about their daily tasks as they built the rover to see if mining the moon for helium-3 was worth it. Something that, if he understood correctly, would create a clean energy source that could theoretically outplace the old forms of power generation. Also, to see if the isotope could be a power source for a new form of spacecraft. However, that was a long time down the road before they got to traveling through space. Still, it didn't hurt to plan ahead.

"Ms. Dell?" Jesse called out as he watched two people working on the brains of the rover.

"Yes, Mr. Armstrong?" Her soft, sweet voice filled the overlook room they, along with the lab's higher-ups, were standing in.

"You have thought about how you're going to get the samples back to Earth, correct?" Jesse asked, turning to look at her.

"We'll be sending two rockets to the moon, one a week before the rover is launched. Where it will be on the moon upon the rover's arrival. Given the limited storage space on the rover, and to maximize our mission there, we're sending a storage tank of sorts, you would call it," Brinda said, gesturing to her right, drawing Jesse's gaze to it. "This way, we have enough samples to test out designs, maybe learn how to make it ourselves."

"Why not just build a station, say halfway between the Moon and Earth, where we can cut the middle man out and get it straight from the source, if you and your scientists say this H3 is as game-changing as you claim it will be, then why not get it straight from the source and cut the middle man out," Jesse suggested, seeing Brinda's eyebrows rising along with the other scientists in the room.

"And why would you do that when the Moon is a stable platform to build our mining refinery."

"That might be true, but a space station is cheaper than building a base on the Moon if this is deemed to be profitable," Jesse said, waving out before him. "At least for the moment, and it's closer to Earth, so we can puzzle out how we would transport that kind of fuel back to Earth without the container breaking on reentry. Plus, if we're going to collect the solar winds, why not use all that hydrogen they're mostly made of, the solar winds, I mean, and why not make our own hydrogen-powered cars? No one said this was just about helium-3; given the cost of all of this, the future is still uncertain about this isotope. However, hydrogen has been proven to be a money maker."

"I assume you have an idea of how we're going to be making trips constantly to space?" Brinda asked, trying to trip Jesse up.

"I read somewhere that NASA has been looking into a Magnetic Launch Assist. The data I read was intriguing. If we're planning on changing the World's energy needs, why not how one gets into space?" Jesse asked with a coy smile on his lips as he peered at Brinda. "Now, I'm not saying this will happen overnight. It's going to take time to ensure that H3 is stable enough to outplace all the other energy sources out there. Then said items to maximize said energy potential and their testing before any of this will make the market. Plus, it's going to take decades to build an MLAS drive and the technology needed to create such a thing. But that all hinges on what you bring back from the Moon," Jesse said, returning his attention back to the people below him. "So, is the project still on schedule?" he asked, slipping his hands into his pockets. Trying to keep his mind off of what happened after the charity dinner he went to with his mother. Where he gave the people a million dollars to help those who needed a helping hand. Recounting how his mother had his cock down her throat on the ride home and how she rode him hard in his bed once they had reached the home he inherited from his grandaunt.

"Yes, Mr. Armstrong, we'll be ready to ship it out to the launch site in two weeks for the launch in a month," said the man who ran the laboratory complex.

"Good, now, show me how you plan on transferring the isotope to that," pointing to the device, "where the rover will store after separating it from the sand grains on the Moon," Jesse stated. So far, he was pleased with the work the people were doing.

"Certainly, Mr. Armstrong, please this way," the man said, directing them back to the hallway that would lead back to the main conference room of the main building of the complex. Where he would show them the video of their testing of the apparatus before it was sent to Florida.

"This place is so amazing," Brianna whispered as she walked beside her cousin, wearing the best business attire she had picked up when Jesse had hired her. She wanted to appear the part and to do it well. "I knew Aunt Greta was into a lot of things, business-wise, with what my mom told me. I just didn't know she had this large compound built just for space things?! But isn't this going to be expensive?" she muttered low so as not to be overheard by the group they were following. Remembering fondly the special ride she had given him on the plane a mile up in the air when it was just them on the private jet, if you don't count the pilot and co-pilot. Given that Brinda was flying in from attending some family event back east. She didn't mind; she got to ride her cousin like she'd been yearning to all weekend since Jesse gave her the weekends off.

"Yeah, but this will be over years and years in the making, so the company shouldn't feel too much of a pinch in the pocketbook. This company was founded on airplanes and what went into them. Yet now we're on the cusp of a new age, where man either steps out and joins the rest of the cosmos or we slowly wither here on this planet while we consume everything we can get our hands on. Who knows, depending on how this venture goes, we could be colonizing the Moon by the time you are in your fifties," Jesse said, trying to put a positive spin on it.

"And you leading the way into this new era isn't for praise and whatnot, right?" Brianna mused with a coy smirk on her lips. Still tasting his cock on her lips, the smell of his cum when the leftovers that hadn't found their way to her stomach marred her lips when he pulled out from her mouth after dumping his hot, tasty load down her throat.

"Hey, what better way to get Greenworks' name out there in front of Snyder Enterprises," Jesse stated, knowing they were really his company's only competitor.

"That program you bought from that kid will help I would think," Briana mused with a bemused grin on her face.

"Yes, it has already been installed on the rover," Brinda joined in. "I have to say, Mr. Armstrong, without it, this mission would have been delayed for months due to the weight the rover would be given and the amount of hard drives we would need to install on it. With it, we were able to expand its onboard storage tank," she praised.

"Good, I'm glad to hear it," Jesse said; he had hoped that the program Spencer had made and sold to him would be beneficial to his company, given what it had cost them. Looking down and over at Briana when one of the numerous phones she carried with her rang in her purse. Nodding when she mouthed that it was her mother, and moved back down the hallway when they were nearing the conference room. Stopping and turning when Briana screamed out 'What!', watching how her face fell into her hand as she sobbed into it. Telling the others to give him a moment to see what this was about, startling Briana when he placed a hand on her shoulder and held out his hand to her for her phone. She gently laid into it before burying her face into his chest.

"Hello?" Jesse spoke once he had brought the phone to his ear.

"Jesse!" Linda screamed/sobbed as she was having troubled controlling her emotions at that moment. "It's gone?!"

"What's gone?" Jesse asked, confused, rubbing Briana's back as she wept against him.

"Everything!" Arching an eyebrow when that was the only thing he could understand out of her.

"Linda, I need you to take a breath and slowly tell me what you're talking about," Jesse stated; his heart started to beat faster as he listened to his aunt's sobs.

"Someone," speaking through her slowing heaves, "burned down," she inhaled came in three stutters, "the house," Linda wailed over the line.

"What?! No?! Tell me what you know?" Jesse asked as he comforted Briana at the loss of her home.

"All I know is when I left this morning to open the store two strange men pulled up in a van, the windows were heavily tinted. Their license plate blacked out and broke into my house, only to run out a few minutes later after setting fire to it."

"How bad is it?"

"Nothing is left; the fire department said an accelerant had to be used for the house to go up so quickly. I don't know what I'm going to do!"

"You're going to go to my house; tell Jarvis to get some petty cash out for you so you and Briana can start to replace your lost items and clothing."

"Thank you, Jesse," Linda said, sniffling over the line.

"You can stay at the house if you want; just tell Jarvis to get the two bedrooms in the west wing sorted for you if that interests you."

"Really?! You wouldn't mind?"

"No, why would I? We're family; what kind of man would I be if I didn't help out my cousin in her time of need," Jesse said, trying to bring some comfort to her.

"Thank you, Jesse; I promise I'll try not to be too much of a nuisance in your home."

"Linda, you just head there; it sounds like you aren't in the frame of mind to run your store at the moment. So when you get there, just relax and let the police and the fire department do their thing. Hopefully, they'll find out who did this act and for what reason."

"I hope so, too. Please take care of Bree for me, keep her safe."

"Of course, you have my word."

"I'll see you two when you get back, and Jesse, you don't know how much this means to me."

"You're welcome, cousin," Jesse said before hanging up Briana's phone. "If you need time to gather yourself, Bree, just wait out here, okay," he spoke softly as Briana nodded her head as she used his handkerchief to dot her eyes and dry her cheeks. "Sorry about that, gentlemen. A family emergency has come up, so we'll have to cut this shorter than I would like," Jesse uttered as he closed the conference room door.

******



"Mom!" Briana cried out as she ran towards her mother with her arms outstretched when she and Jesse arrived back at his mansion a few hours after their phone call.

"Shh! It's going to be alright, baby," Linda said sweetly as she hugged her daughter tightly and rocked her at the same time.

"What are we going to do?" Briana asked, her voice muffled as her face was buried in her mother's chest.

"First, we're going to have to ask Jesse for his debit card," Linda said, slyly turning her head towards him as he stopped on his trek to the front door of his home.

"Huh?" Jesse muttered, confused.

"I'm sorry, Jesse, but Jarvis told me they used all the petty cash on hand to buy this week's groceries and cleaning supplies, along with replacing some of the bedding that had gotten too thread worn," Linda said, not letting go of her daughter.

"Oh... I didn't know that, here," pulling out one of the many cards that now lined his wallet with the many accounts he now had, "just charge whatever to it... within reason, don't go spending twenty grand on clothes," Jesse said, teasing his cousin.

"Thank you, Jesse; I promise we won't go too overboard," Linda said with a smile on her lips as she took his card from him.

"Did Jarvis get the rooms set up for you two?"

"He did, but if us living in the main house cramps your style any we can always move into the pool house; I don't want the two of us over staying our welcome," Linda said, trying to keep from rocking Jesse's boat too much while they waited for the police and fire department to finish their investigation. Then she knew she was going to have to wait on the insurance to payout for the house before she would start looking for a new place to live. "You wouldn't mind if I steal my daughter away for us to do some shopping, would you?"

"No, do what you two need to do; I just might not be here when you get..."

"Jesse!" Richard's voice thundered up the drive as his hands gripped the closed gate, furious that his code no longer worked.

"What is it, Richard?" Jesse asked, walking lazily down towards the gate. Ignoring how the woman behind him was trying to get his attention with her body. He didn't need another gold digger nipping at his heels. He already had his mother and aunt trying to get his money. He's kept a PI on them ever since Greta left him everything. So far, other than trying to fuck him to death, nothing sinister has come about from their plotting. If it ever did, his PI had orders to turn what they had caught over to the police.

"I need money!"

"Maybe you should have taken your mother's advice to live within your means instead of blowing millions of dollars on shit you don't need or on women that are only using you for your money," Jesse said coldly. "I'm not your piggy bank, Richard. I'm not your mother. I'm not going to give you a damn cent until I know for a fact it's not going to go towards whatever woman you're dating at any given month."

"It's my money!"

"No, Richard, it is not," Jesse said, glaring at his cousin. "Now, I'd advise you to get off my property before I call the police."

"But if Linda can be here, so can I!" Richard raged, his face turning a bright shade of red.

"She's here because her house just burnt down, and I'm helping her out, unlike you who swindled your own sister out of her trust fund. That's low even for you, Richard," Jesse said, wondering if the vein in his temple was going to pop any time soon. Also, seeing that news didn't really shock Richard like it did with the woman behind his cousin. "When you show me you can actually handle your money instead of spending it like it's going out of style, then and only then will we revisit this, and trust me, I know exactly how much you have. And if you're not careful, you'll be in the poor house by next summer," he stated, seeing how Richard's sugar baby did not like the sound of that.

"This isn't over, you ingrate!" Richard screamed when he wasn't getting his way like a spoiled child.

"Now see, you're just chipping away at what little feelings I have for you. Now get the fuck off my property; if you ever come here uninvited ever again, I will personally see that you see the inside of a jail cell," Jesse said, narrowing his eyes at the man. He had no idea how his grandaunt dealt with her son.

"Jesse," hanging his head, "I'm sorry, I know, I know how I sound, but I'm desperate here. Everything I touch turns into shit; all I'm asking is just a little helping hand. I promise if you help me out of this jam, I'll work on keeping my spending down to a minimum," Richard pleaded, hoping Jesse bought his little act.

"If you can keep you're spending down to five grand for a month, we'll revisit this," Jesse said, knowing Richard spent that in a day on his bimbos. "It's either that or the poor house for you; I'm not like your mother; I'm not going to keep padding your trust fund when you can't manage your own money like every grown man in existence. Show me you want to change; show me you aren't this wild spender that everyone knows you are then we'll talk. Until then, don't darken my doorstep again with this nonsense. And take your girlfriend with you," Jesse said, jutting his chin at the woman who was quickly pulling up her tube top back over her breast, seeing how he wasn't biting.

"Please, Jesse, just a little bit; I know you can spare it. I'm not going to make it to next summer. Too many of my ventures aren't paying out like they should be, and I've over-leveraged myself," Richard spoke, playing up his act.

"Fine, if only to get you to leave, I'll transfer two million to your trust. But if I see you spending it like you always do, then that's the last you'll ever get from me, understand?" Jesse intoned, seeing something playing behind Richard's eyes. "I wonder what granduncle Bill would think of his son if he could see you now," he said in disgust, shaking his head at Richard before turning on his heel to head back to his house. What Jesse didn't see was the rage in Richard's eyes when he spoke those words. "Now leave. I won't tell you again, or you will be spending the night with the police."

"We promise we won't make too much noise when we get back," Linda said, getting a nod out of Jesse as he walked past them. She and her brother stared at one another, shooting Richard a knowing smirk as he still stood there fuming before he stomped back to his car. She did hope Jesse knew what he was doing. She and Janice had already been to the police to report what they believed happened to her mother. Who had already started their investigation into her mother's death. Unbeknownst to her, or anyone else for that matter, during Greta's autopsy, a needle puncture was found between her right big toe and her pointer toe, leading the authorities to find that Greta was murdered by an air embolism. Once that was established, the case was sent up to the homicide division of the city's police department, landing on Ruth Grander's desk. Who had been secretly surveilling Jesse's family and digging into the family to see who had the means, motive, and opportunity.

******



"Good afternoon, Mr. Armstrong," Janice greeted as she met him in the lobby of her law office.

"Hello, Janice, I hear you have something for me," Jesse said, shaking the woman's hand. Keeping the fact that the blackness of her bra was bleeding through her cream-tone blouse to himself.

"I do," Janice said, smiling up at him as she led him towards her office. "Please have a seat," she gestured with a wave of her hand. Walking over to her desk, picking up the remote for the automatic blinds, hitting the button, watching its descent down the glass. "We worked quickly to set up the charities you asked us to do," handing him the folder containing the paperwork for them, "we just need your signature and the check to formally get it set up. While you will ultimately have the final say on the candidates, we'll weed out the ones who are just gaming the system and make sure only those who truly need the assistance are chosen. And this folder contains everything we could find out on the charities you asked me to do a deep dive into. All of them are on the up and up. The do good work from what I was able to find out," she stated, watching Jesse pulling out his checkbook book hearing his pen moving across it.

"That's to set up my charities, hire who you need to, to manage it properly," Jesse said, handing Janice the fifty million dollar check. Then signed off on the papers to formally create them before handing Janice the file back to her.

"I'll make sure this is safely secured in our vault," Janice said, dropping the check into her desk drawer and locking it so no one would be able to steal it. "Once we're done here, that is." Walking back around, leaning against the lip of her desk as Jesse went through the other folder, watching how he read over the report they compiled for him. Another four checks were filled out and handed to her once Jesse was finished again totaling another fifty million dollars. "I'll make sure this gets to them promptly and send you the forms for your taxes." Dropping the checks onto her desk, making sure he got a very good view of her body. "Jesse?"

"Hmm?" Jesse hummed, arching an eyebrow as he watched how Janice began to unbutton her blouse.
"You know I'll do anything you want, right," Janice purred, feeling the cool air flowing over the exposed parts of her breasts that her half-cup bra didn't cover. Lowering her face inches away from his, allowing him to view her breasts to his heart's content. "I'll suck and fuck you just to keep you with the firm. If you want," she cooed, her hand rubbing along his groin and starting to feel his manhood responding to her touch. Her eyes glanced down when she felt him growing more than she thought he would be. When Jesse was at full mast, Janice would admit she was drooling in her mind when she felt the heat of his erection on the palm of her hand. That was until Jesse took hold of her wrist and removed it from his person.

"As tempting as the offer is, Janice, I'll have to decline. I don't want to mix pleasure and business. I wasn't planning on leaving until you give me a reason to," Jesse said, extracting himself from the situation.

"I understand, Jesse, but if you ever change your mind, you have my number," Janice said as she watched him walk out of her office.

******



Ruth Grander sat at her desk as she reread the case file on her desk. So far, they had ruled out a number of the members of the Anderson family. She had even put herself in the position at the gas station after tailing Jesse Armstrong from the exit of the high-end community that he was currently living in. Even borrowing a car from the impound lot to make it seem she was down on her luck. Her children were all excited to play pretend. She was not expecting the man to pay for her gas or give her three grand off his person to a complete stranger. Her husband wasn't happy that she had put their children in such a position, yet when she told him that they were in no danger, he relented but demanded that she never do that again, no matter what the case was. She had looked at Jesse hard, given how he was the sole beneficiary of Greta's estate. Something she knew from their surveillance was that his family was not happy with how that came about. Namely, a man named Richard Anderson. Then there was the sudden fire at Linda Anderson's house that had been ruled arson given the witness statements the patrol officers had gathered. A patrol car had found the van, yet it had been torched, so any evidence that might have been in the van was long gone.

So she was going through all they had gathered hoping she could see something that they had missed. That was until John Kane of their undercover unit strolled up to her desk and sat right down in the chair next to her desk.

"Hello, Detective," John greeted.

"Hello, John. Aren't you supposed to be on a case?" Ruth asked, looking over at him.

"I am, but I think it might be tied to the one you're working on," John whispered low. "Listen, I rather not talk here, too open, and someone might over hear something or blow my cover."

"Alright, stand up," Ruth said, pulling out her cuffs. Making it believe she was putting him under arrest and leading him toward one of the interrogation rooms in their station.

"Thanks," John said, rubbing his wrists and getting a nod out of her.

"So you say you might have something for me?"

"A few days ago, someone put out feelers for a hitman," John said. Clearly, Ruth hadn't known, given the look in Ruth's eyes.

"And you know this how?" Ruth asked, not convinced.

"The brass put me in with this group that's been connected to many of the homicides in the city amongst other crimes they've committed, yet everything they've found has been circumstantial at best, nothing hard that would point the finger at who it was, you following?" John asked, getting another nod out of her. "So they sent me in since I kind of look like who they recruit from," he said, gesturing to his Hispanic heritage.

"Were they involved with the arson of Linda Anderson's home?" Ruth inquired.

"As far as I know they were, the two that were involved were gloating about how they burnt that house down so fast no one could point a finger at them," John said, seeing Ruth's lips press together.

"Go on."

"So I told the guys that my baby mama was pitching a fit about something that I had to go and quiet the bitch down. As I was leaving, I heard one of the lieutenants whispering to another about some rich white man who was looking to put a hit out on another. They were going to put their feelers out to find out if it was true or not, and if it was, make sure they got paid well for it."

"Any idea who they were talking about? There'rea lot of rich men in the city."

"No, but I thought if it was connected to the Anderson arson, it has to deal with someone in that family," John said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Hmm," Ruth hummed as her fingers pinched her lower lip as she was deep in thought. "Alright, but if you hear any more, especially a name, report back to me. If the hit is real, then we need to put whoever it is into protective custody until this can be sorted out. We don't need the Mayor on our asses if it turns out to be one of his donors."

"True, we don't," John agreed. "I should get back to them, don't want to blow my cover."

"Right, if you can't contact me directly, pass it through your handler, and I'll handle the rest," Ruth informed him.

"Good luck, Detective," John said, hoping coming to the precinct hadn't put him in danger. "Walk me out, will ya? Got to make it look good, you know." With that, the both of them left the room with Ruth holding tightly onto his arm as she escorted him out of the building.

"Get you're ass out of here; if I see your ass slinging drugs again, I'll snap your ass back so fast even your grandmother will feel it!" Ruth said loudly enough in case anyone was casing the building as she shoved John out the door.

"Perra, if you were any uglier, only a dog would fuck you!" John said, playing up his accent as he tugged on his jacket. With that, he made his way down the steps and back to the shady part of the city.

******



A month later...

Brinda stood beside Jesse as they were down in Florida as they stood in the private monitoring room that over looked the command center for such launches. While NASA was in control of the launch, it was still their rocket that was sitting on the launch pad as they fueled it. The clouds of fog billowed out from the fuel intakes of the liquid hydrogen and oxygen as her eyes moved over the monitors, ensuring that nothing was going to go wrong with the launch. She and her team had double-checked and re-checked that the rocket was sound enough to fly and again after the rocket had been transported from California. Brinda looked over at Jesse as his topaz eyes had a child-like light in them as he stared at their rocket.

"You know, Ms. Dell, I kind of always wanted to launch a rocket when I was a kid, yet my folks thought I should apply my mind to something more important than silly things like that," Jesse said, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"T-minus two minutes." Jesse glanced up as someone spoke over the intercom.

"How long will the probe take to reach the moon?" Jesse asked, peering over at Brinda.

"About three days then it will make its descent to the Sea of Storms on the moon; we believe that's where we will find the most helium-3 in the lunar soil. The storage tank has already touched down on the landing site and is just waiting for the rover to arrive. Once it's launched and landed, we can perform the tasks back in New Mexico. When the tank is full and sent back to Earth, it will land in the salt flats out there. Supposing all goes well, and the tank isn't damaged in its reentry and landing, we should be able to start experimenting on the H3 within a month or two," Brinda said as Jesse nodded along. "Sir?"

"Hmm?" Jesse hummed as he watched the countdown.

"Were you serious about the space station?" Brinda asked; she wasn't complaining; his logic was sound. It was true it was far cheaper to launch objects into Earth's orbit than it was to launch to the moon. Given the amount of fuel it required to reach it.

"I was, I was thinking we make something similar to the X-37 since it doesn't need people on board, and we can outfit it with vast storage tanks and something like that would be much more cost-efficient to launch from the MALS drive then hitching it to a rocket that costs millions when we're trying to bring a new energy source to the planet," Jesse said, noting how the count down had reached thirty seconds. "Plus, if we do found a base on the Moon to farm the H3 there, those drones will come in handy and offload it's payload onto the station and send supplies to the base instead of constantly returning to Earth."

"Then I'll speak with R&D and have them start developing some mock-ups for stations if this gamble of ours does pay off," Brinda said as the same person's voice on the intercom counted down from five. She saw his smile as the rocket engines fired; the cloud of water vapor billowed out from the end of the rocket before its thrust finally started to lift it off the ground. She nearly held her breath as the minutes wore on before it breached Earth's atmosphere. "Well, Mr. Armstrong, congratulations," she said, holding out her hand to him.

"Nonsense, you and your team deserve the credit; I just paid for it," Jesse said, shaking her hand and returning her smile.

"Would you mind if I make a trip home before returning to the office?"

"Sure, go see your family. I don't mind, just don't do anything I wouldn't do, but I must get back to the office. No telling what's been going on in my absence," Jesse joked as they walked out of the room and handed in their access badges before they left the launch center. "You going to see someone when you get home?"

"I might," Brinda mused with a sexy smirk on her lips.

"Anyone I know?" Jesse asked in a teasing tone as they walked out to the parking lot where their rental cars waited.

"Not unless you know a Jerry Maxwell," Brinda hummed, wondering how Jerry would like to see her bouncing on his hard pole. From what her family members had been telling her, he was very well endowed, and she couldn't wait to try him out. She just hoped she could keep Reda from getting too jealous of her when she knew how she and her husband always had some sexual tension between them before she moved to Seattle.

"Nope, never heard of him well, hope your family is good. If something happens, let me know," Jesse said, waving to her as they departed for their own cars. While he was heading towards the private airport where his company's plane waited, Brinda was headed toward the public airport for a short flight to the north.

******



A few hours later...

"Sir? You might want to come up here." Jesse looked oddly up at the intercom as the plot's voice came over it. Getting up, using the walls of his plane to keep him steady as he ambled towards the cockpit.

"What's the problem, Fred?" Jesse inquired as he leaned between the two seats.

"They are, sir," the co-plot said, pointing to the right of him towards the F-15 that flew along with his plane.

"What the...?!" Jesse muttered, turning his head to look out the port window and seeing another F-15 flying along side them.

"We're receiving something," Fred said, flipping the coms to the speakers.

"Flight 295, please follow us to our air base."

"Who is this? I demand to know what is going on?! I will not divert my plane just because you command it," Jesse said sternly.

"Sir, I'm Captain Morgan, Air National Guard. We are assisting the police in this matter, and they've asked us to divert your plane to our air base; it's imperative that you cooperate with us."

"Police?! What's the charges? I want to talk to my lawyer..."

"Sir, I do not know the details; I was ordered to bring you to our base. I'm sure if you comply with our request, you will find the answer to those questions."

"Are you threatening me and all the souls onboard?"

"No sir, yet I just know it has to be very important for the Governor to activate us just to escort you to our base."

"Very well, Fred, follow whatever they say, and you better be sure this is on the up and up," Jesse threatened, patting Fred's right shoulder.

"We are sorry for the inconvenience, sir, pilot change course to..." Jesse didn't hear the rest when Fred flipped the switch off. Holding onto the seats as Fred and his co-plot made the course correction. Pulling out his phone as he walked back to his seat.

"Janice?"

"Hello, Jesse, what can I do for you?"

"My plane is being escorted to some air base by the Air National Guard on orders by the Governor. Find out what the hell is going on, and if it's something to do with the law, then I want you to get the best team of lawyers quickly! I don't have much time," Jesse said seriously.

"What?! Right, I'll get right on it. I have a friend in the DA's office. I'll call her and see what the hell is going on. I'll get back to you as quickly as I can. Whatever you do, Jesse, say nothing, understand?"

"Right, no singing like a canary," Jesse joked, trying to relieve his stress. He knew he had done nothing illegal, and he wasn't a national security threat, so he had no idea what he was flying into.

"Just hang tight; I will get to you as quickly as I can. Trust me."

"See you soon," Jesse said, ending their call as he heard the flaps of the wings engaging, knowing they were about to land. He peered out the starboard window as Fred turned the plane around once they reached the end of the runway, getting it ready to take off again. He was not expecting to see four police cars waiting on the tarmac. He oddly thought he recognized the woman who stood in front of her car with her gold badge glinting in the sun.

"Mr. Armstrong!" Jesse heard a loud female voice as someone banged on the plane's door once the plane's engines had fully shut down. "Please, Mr. Armstrong, we need to talk!"

"Fred, whatever happens to me, I want you to get this bird back in the air. I don't care if you have to take off without clearance. If they're after me, I'm not going to let them keep you from your family. When you get back to the airport, call this number for me; tell her what you saw if you don't hear from me soon," Jesse said, holding out a slip of paper to Fred.

"Do you really think that's wise?"

"Wise, probably not, yet I want my ass covered if it needs protecting," Jesse stated as the co-pilot unlocked the door. Seeing a man carrying a ladder towards the open doorway. "You're fucking kidding me; you divert my plane under mysterious reasons, and you bring a damn ladder!" he grumbled, incensed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Armstrong, but it's important that you deal with the unpleasantness just a bit longer," Ruth said. She could understand the man's attitude.

"Fuck no, you tell me right now what the hell is going on, or I'm ordering my plots to take off," Jesse snapped, staring the woman down. He still couldn't shake the feeling he had seen the woman before.

"Very well, Mr. Armstrong, there's been a hit placed out on you, and we're here to take you into protective custody," Ruth said truthfully, seeing the complete shock on his face.

"What?!"

"Please, if you come down, my partner and I will fill you in on the way to our safe house," Ruth said, watching Jesse just blink blankly at her before shaking it off.

"Fred, forget what I said, but get home to your two's families, don't say a word of this to anyone until it's over," Jesse ordered; if someone was out to kill him, he damn sure wasn't going to make it easy on them.

"You have our word, not a word," Fred said, with his co-pilot nodding along.

Once Jesse climbed down, the ladder was quickly removed, and Fred quickly closed the door and sealed it tight. "Alright, so who is trying to kill me?" Jesse asked, tugging on the lapels of his jacket.

"Please, if you'll follow us, we can discuss this on the way to our safe house," Ruth said, leading the way to her cruiser.

"Have we met before?" Jesse asked; he still couldn't figure out where he had seen the woman before.

"You bought me gas once," Ruth said truthfully. A little sad that she wasn't that memorable.

"Wait... that was you?!"

"Mmmhmm, sorry, but we've had you and your family under surveillance for some time," Ruth said, peering back at him, noting how Jesse was not happy about that.

"Why?" Jesse asked, looking for answers to all of this.

"We're looking into the homicide of your grandaunt," Ruth's partner stated over his shoulder. Not seeing the rage in Jesse's eyes when the man spoke those words.

"What do you mean the murder of my grandaunt?" Jesse inquired testily. If he ever found out who killed Greta, he would use all his money to make their lives a living hell just to bring justice to Greta.

"Your lawyer, Janice, and your cousin Linda Anderson, found it strange that your grandaunt suddenly died for no apparent reason. So they asked for an autopsy, and its results are the reason we opened this case. Can you think of anyone who would be willing to kill your grandaunt?" Ruth asked, noticing how Jesse was taking all his will not to erupt into a profanity-laced tirade.

"Richard?!" Jesse hissed. "That son-of-a-bitch! I'm going to kill him!"

"And why do you think this Richard would murder his own mother?" Ruth's partner inquired, not voicing that what Jesse had just said could land him in jail. Yet the man let it slide due to the emotions that were in his voice when he issued that threat.

"He's burnt through his trust fund; the man doesn't know the meaning of living within his means. His mother would always refresh it when she was alive, yet when she died, he was cut off. I wasn't about to fund Richard's man-whoring ways or his gold-digging girlfriends of the month. He was not happy Greta left me everything. Hell, I didn't even know she left me everything until the reading of her will. She was not happy with the rest of the family, and they certainly weren't happy to know that I was named Greta's beneficiary. However, Richard was the one that stormed out of her... now my house, saying he would get his money one way or another."

"Just how desperate is he?" Ruth asked as she opened the rear passenger door of her cruiser.

"He's down to his last hundred grand," Jesse said before the door muffled his words. Reaching into his jacket, pulled out his cell phone and called Briana.

"Jesse? When're you coming home, I got something that misses you?"

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm, it's been so hot and wet, just waiting for you to come home. I'm sorry I couldn't go with you," Briana whispered low in the room she had been using since moving into Jesse's home. She didn't want her mother to overhear how much of a slut she was turning into when it came to sex with Jesse.

"Bree, you're schooling takes precedence over traveling with me."

"Maybe, but my pussy is missing that big stick you have. I think you broke me for other men."

"I see; listen, I'm going to be gone for a while. I need you to call my mother and tell her I need her and Aunt Patricia to cover for me until I get back. If it's really important, you tell them they may call me, but only if it's really important."

"Jesse, what's going on? You're scaring me."

"I can't talk about it now; I promise I'm okay."

"Alright, I'll call them, but you promise you'll tell me when you can, right?" Briana asked; she knew it was wrong of her to start to develop feelings for Jesse, yet the amount of times they've had sex with one another. At first, it started out to keep Jesse's eye from wandering and keeping his money within the family, then it turned to her just showing him how appreciative she was that he helped her and her mother out of the jam her uncle had put them in. Now, she just couldn't keep from forming an emotional connection with him; she was never like that, having sex without feeling something for the person she was bedding.
"When I can, I will," Jesse promised.

"Okay, but I'm going to miss you." Jesse arched an eyebrow at how Briana had spoken those words. Words that sounded more like a woman in love than a cousin. Shaking the thought from his mind, he had more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.

"Listen, I need to get off here. I'll contact you when I can. Oh, one more thing: if Richard shows up at my house, do not let him onto the property. If you have to call the police."

"I wouldn't let him in in the first place, but I promise if I see him, I will call 911."

"Good. I'll talk to you soon, Bree."

"Bye, Jesse." Once he was off the phone with Briana, he pulled up Janice's cell number.

"I've heard the details, Jesse; I'll make sure everyone plays along until it's time."

Blowing out a breath, glad he didn't have to repeat what he had just been told. Jesse didn't know if he could keep his anger in check if he did. "Good; if I can contact you without giving away where they're going to stash me, I will."

"Just follow what they say; they are there to see that you stay safe until we sort this out."

"While I'm out of commission, I need you to get in contact with my PI. He's been following my mother and aunt," Jesse said, ignoring the eyes in the rearview mirror when he said that. "Have him report to you if he sees anything untoward. You know what to do."

"Of course, Jesse," listening to her repeating the number he had given her, "I'll make sure I keep an eye on them. No telling what they will do when they think the fox is away."

"Thanks, Janice."

"You're welcome, Jesse. I'm always happy to help, you know that."

******



"Bree, what's the matter with you?" Linda asked. Ever since Jesse left to fly down to Florida, she has noted how spaced out her daughter has become lately. "I'm worried about you, honey. I hope this isn't affecting your grades."

"I'm fine, Mom, just something on my mind," Briana said as she sat on the overly expensive large lounge chair with her legs pulled up beneath her.

"Baby, talk to me; what's going on with you?" Linda inquired worryingly. The memory of her listening in on how Jesse had first fucked her daughter flared in her mind, and lately, that memory has been coming back over and over again since they've come to live with Jesse while the investigation was going on.

"I... I think I'm in love," Briana said shyly, looking down at her lap as her mother had a huge smile on her lips.

"Let me guess, it's Jesse, isn't it?" Linda asked, throwing it out there. She knew she hit the nail on the head at her daughter's shocked look and gaping mouth. "So, how often have you been fucking your cousin?" Again, her daughter just looked at her, shocked when she just threw it out there. She knew none of the household staff could hear her. "Did you think I didn't know you were and have been fucking Jesse? Honey, you really don't hide it well. Do you think I can't hear your door opening and closing, then opening and closing again after an hour almost every night? This might be a big house, yet that late at night, even a pin drop is loud in this house. You think I can't hear you moaning and begging for some big cock. And since it's late at night, there's only one cock in this house at that time of night. So baby, is your cousin really that big?"

"You... you knew?!" Briana stammered, finally able to speak.

"I knew since the first time you fucked Jesse, so again, does he really have a big cock?" Linda asked, loving how embarrassed she was making her daughter.

"Yes," Briana said weakly.

"And why on earth are you fucking your cousin in the first place?"

"So he wouldn't go looking for a woman outside of the family and to help us," Briana said, unable to look her mother in the eye.

"Why? Why would you care if he seeks companionship outside of the family, and what do you mean help us?" Linda uttered, confused.

"Well... Aunt Darla and Patricia are sleeping with him too; they too want Jesse to keep his money with the family," Briana muttered low, not seeing the shock on her mother's face at that news.

"You're telling me his own mother is sleeping with him as well as Patricia?" Linda stammered, not believing his own mother could do such a thing. Yet she couldn't stop her thighs from rubbing together. "My word," she whispered when Briana nodded that it was so. "Have you caught them? Is that why you started to have sex..."

"No, Mom, I did that for us then I did it to repay him for helping you. I know how you were working so hard, putting in so many hours at your store, just so I wouldn't have to worry. But I saw how every time bills came in, you would try to find the money to pay them off. Plus, I thought if I worked for Jesse, that would take the stress of trying to pay for my college off your shoulders. Then... I don't know... somewhere in all of this, I grew to really enjoy being with Jesse. He's not like the boy I first had sex with," ignoring her mother's glare; she continued, "he makes me feel so content," Briana said, looking away.

"You did this for me?!" Linda spoke, her lower lip trembled as Briana nodded once again. How she was so proud of her daughter, not the sleeping with Jesse part, yet she really couldn't complain to her daughter about that since she, too, had been thinking of trying to seduce him into sleeping with her.

"Of course, Mom, I didn't want you to worry anymore," Briana answered; tears started to ream her eyes thinking her mother was going to disown her or ship her off somewhere to keep her and Jesse from being together.

"Oh honey, you know you didn't need to do that for me, right? I would have found a way out of our troubles," Linda spoke sweetly to her daughter.

"You're not mad?" Briana asked, confused by her mother's behavior.

"No, I'm not," Linda replied, shaking her head. "I have a confession to make."

"About?"

"When I first heard you begging Jesse not to take his big cock out of you," seeing her daughter's cheeks rapidly heating, "it made me really horny. Since we've been here, I too have been thinking of going to Jesse's bed and offering myself to him. You know I haven't been with anyone since your father walked out on us," getting a nod from Briana, "and well, I do have urges, and I've been having dreams what it would be like to be on my knees, staring up at Jesse when I have my hand wrapped around his cock eagerly wanting to please that hard stick of his," Linda said, letting the cat out of the bag. "Do you know how hard it is just to lay in my bed listening to the two of you when I haven't had sex with a man in ten or so years? It's murder on my fingers, I tell you," she uttered, flashing her daughter a knowing smirk. "Like I know you've been doing since Jesse's been gone, you aren't the quietest person when you orgasm, dear." She bit her lip at her daughter's horrified look when she said that.

"Oh God," Briana muttered as she dropped her face into her hands.

"So how about you help your mother get laid, hmm," Linda cooed.

"You want me to help you sleep with Jesse?!" Briana couldn't believe what her mother just said to her.

"Mmmhmm, if your nipples are getting hard just thinking about Jesse, he must be very good in bed," Linda said, pointing at her daughter's chest.

"He is, at least I think he is," Briana said very bashfully as she felt her face getting rather hot.

"Does he eat your pussy, dear?"

"Mmmhmm," Briana hummed, feeling her mound growing hot just thinking of Jesse's tongue on it.

"Then you wouldn't mind if we give Jesse a little treat when he comes home, would you?"             

"Mom!" Briana groaned. "This is getting weird."

"No weirder than listening to my daughter fucking her cousin, now is it?" Linda countered.

"I guess not, but Jesse's not coming home for some reason," Briana informed her mother.

"Did he tell you why?"

"No, he just told me to call Aunt Darla and Patricia to cover him at the office until he comes back," Briana said, looking down, seeing that her mother wasn't lying about her nipples. "And not to let Uncle Richard onto the property if he shows up and to call the cops if or when he does."

"I see. Yes, we mustn't let Richard in here. If I know my brother, he would ransack this place just to pay off his debts to whoever he owes," Linda said, nodding in support. "Okay, then we'll just have to wait until Jesse comes back. I wonder how Jesse will take to a mother-daughter threesome," she mused, tilting her head back and staring up at the ceiling as she tapped her chin. "I don't know if I could go through with it if I was alone."

"Why?"

"Honey, when your father left me, something I've never learned why he did, it hurt my self-esteem very badly. How can any man think I'm attractive if I can't even hold onto my own husband?"

"But Mom?! You're so pretty! I know a few of my friends look at you when you're not paying attention. I know if you did, you would see them lusting after you," Briana said, trying to lift her mother's self-image.

"Really?! So young men have been staring at me?" Linda asked in disbelief, to which her daughter nodded. "Bree, I know what I'm about to ask a mother shouldn't ask her daughter, but... do you have a picture of Jesse's..." It was her turn to feel her face heating like mad as her daughter just grinned madly at her.

"Of his cock?" Briana finished for her mother, to which Linda nodded weakly. "Yeah, but I'm in it. Do you still want to see how big it is?"

"Yes," Linda whispered. She watched as her daughter slowly rose from her seat, grabbed her phone off the arm as she did, walked over to her, and sat down next to her. She could see how turned on her own mother was, just as she was at that moment as she opened up her gallery.

"See how big it is?" Briana asked, holding her phone in front of her mother as she leaned against her. Showing her the picture of the selfie she took of her holding Jesse's cock in her right hand as she was close to taking him into her mouth. Even now, she could still taste his cock on her tongue, the way his cum struck the back of her throat.

"Oh my... I didn't know Jesse was so..." A flood of heat raced throughout her body as she just stared at that hard pole of his. She ignored how her daughter's breasts looked in the photo.

"Oh, you haven't seen anything, Mom," moving her head so her lips would brush against her mother's left ear, "Would you like to see how he fucked me that day?" Briana purred into her mother's ear. She wasn't expecting her mother to surge to her feet and take hold of her hand and draged her off the sofa.

"Come with me. I don't want the staff to know anything about this," Linda said, leading/dragging her daughter out of the room they were in and up the grand staircase. She didn't realize how wet her panties were until she got to her feet. She had to fight the tremors as her sensitive clit brushed along the fabric of her underwear.

"Mom?" Briana uttered as she watched her mother stripping out of her clothes.

"What? If we're going to be with Jesse like that, then we need to be comfortable with each other when we're naked. Plus, I can't masturbate if I'm in my clothes," Linda spoke in a motherly voice as her bra went slack before it, too, found its home on top of her clothes.

"Wow, Mom, I hope when I get your age that I look as good as you do," Briana said, a little surprised by how good her mother looked and how her 36C's still had a lift to them given her mother's age.

"Thank you, honey, it does boost my ego," Linda said as she pushed her panties to the floor.

"Although if we're going to give Jesse what most men want, I think we need to go shopping," Briana said, knowing those old, plain white panties wouldn't inspire the lust she knew her mother was looking to get out of Jesse.

"Why? Don't you like my underwear?" Linda asked, not seeing what was wrong with her ordinary day wear.

"No, it's fine, but if you want to get Jesse worked up and that cock of his really, really hard, you might want to step it up a bit," Briana said as she took off her shirt, revealing her very lacy, see-through bra that didn't offer any real support for her 38C breasts, their pink areolas were very visible as she stripped out of her pants.

"Is that why you're wearing that get-up?" Linda inquired, running her finger up and down her daughter's body.

"Mmmhmm, I bought these for Jesse," Briana said, turning her back to her mother, showing off how her matching black lace thong sat between her ass cheeks. "I know he likes how it makes my ass look when I'm in his room and walking around in them after he's made love to me," she said, her cheeks blooming to a very deep red when she noted her mother's wide eyes at her words.

"He... he makes love to you?" Linda couldn't believe what her daughter just told her.

"Mmmhmm, the first time he just fucked me, but as we kept getting together every morning I showed up to work for him, it turned into lovemaking instead of fucking. I know I shouldn't have done it, that it's illegal for us to be together like that, yet I've never felt the way I felt after the first time he made love to me instead of taking me like I know some dirty old men would like to do," Briana said, standing nude at the side of her mother's bed.

"Does he like that look?" Linda asked, climbing onto her bed, pointing at her daughter's bald pussy.

"No, I do, but he doesn't mind it; I think he likes a little hair there, but I can't say for sure since we've never really talked about it," Briana answered as she joined her mother on her bed.

"Now show me this video of yours," Linda instructed, watching her daughter pulling up the video. Linda had never in all her years rubbed herself so hard as she watched Jesse just eating her daughter out for fifteen minutes without stopping. She knew if she was on that bed of his as the camera seemed to be resting on the nightstand beside his bed, she would be howling in bliss just like her daughter was doing in it. She glanced over to her daughter as she, too, had lost her squeamishness as Briana was fingering herself hard as she was doing the same. She lost the number of times she came as she watched the full-hour video of all the positions she and Jesse performed in the video. She just hoped Briana's birth control was working since Jesse wasn't wearing a condom and how giddy her daughter was as she picked up her phone and moved the camera down her body, spreading her legs and labia, showing how his cum was leaking out of her red little peach while she heard the shower going in the background. "God, I needed that," she panted, grinning over to her daughter.

"I bet, Mom, you left a huge wet spot on the bed," Briana said, teasing her mother.

"So honey, do you think we'll be able to sleep with Jesse together?" Linda asked, lying on her side and looking at her daughter.

"Yeah, I think so, but you better not hog that cock of his. I like it when he cums in my mouth," looking bashfully down when her mother gave her a pointed look, "I like the taste of his cum, at first I didn't, but after we've been doing it for so long, it makes me feel like he's marking me as his and only his," Briana said in a small, cute voice.

"Has he ever taken you in the back?" Linda asked, wondering how far they had gone with one another.

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"Not really; I don't think Jesse liked it either; I think he only did it because I begged him to," Briana said, a little ashamed of the way she had acted on that day. She was just so scatter brained from her multiple orgasms that she wasn't thinking much about it when she begged him to take her ass.

"Oh? So you're not going to do it again?"

"No, Jesse hasn't asked for it either. If he had, I... might have agreed to it. I'm just glad he hasn't," Briana said truthfully.

"Well, we'll just have to make sure when he comes back from wherever he is that we make it a night to remember for him. Now help me strip the bed and air out the room. We don't want the staff to wonder what we've been doing in here," Linda said, rolling off the bed.

******



"You want me to what?!" Jesse stammered, looking at the man he was introduced to as John.

"Not really, but we need to show him that you are dead; he won't pay unless he has the proof that the hit has been completed," John said as he, Ruth, and her partner stood in the windowless room of the safe house they were in to keep the fact that they were stashing Jesse there hidden.

"And who is this 'he' you're referring to?" Jesse asked, although he had a feeling of who it was, and he wasn't disappointed when they named his cousin. It only infuriated him to know the money he had given Richard was being used to pay for the hit on his life. "And you can't just arrest him with what you have now?"

"No, doesn't work like that, sure he might spend a few years in jail, yet if we want the conspiracy to commit murder charge to stick and put him away for life, then we need to go through with this. Once we have him on tape, handing over the fifty grand for the job, we'll have him dead to rights. Plus, we're hoping that with all the charges we have on him, he'll sing like a bird to the arson of his sister's house and the murder of his mother. While we can't directly point to him about that, yet we do believe he had a hand in her death," John said, laying out their game plan for him.

"I see, very well, but I'm sending my dry cleaning bill to you when this is over," Jesse said, looking at the three of them. "So, what do you want me to do?" he asked, very eager to put Richard behind bars for the death of his grandaunt. He just couldn't believe he could do that to his own mother. A woman who was so sweet and kind, willing to help those who were trying to pull themselves out of the jam they were in yet were always beaten back down by the people in power or life in general.

"Our woman that handles these things is already on her way. Once she's here, she'll make you up to look like you've been executed like your cousin wants. We'll prepare the basement to look like it's some abandoned lot where John here," gesturing over to him, "will say he took you to do the 'deed,'" Ruth said, throwing up air quotes. "When you're ready, we'll take you down there. Make it appear that you died where you fell, given that's generally how the body works when you're murdered. Then John here will take a photo on the burner phone your cousin provided to John for that very reason. When he responds back, we'll set up another meeting and accept the cash for the job. When word reaches the group that John is undercover in that the job is done, they won't be coming after you to finish the job when it's revealed you're still alive."

"Is that a real possibility?" Jesse asked, a little worried that someone would continue to come after him.

"It is; they pride themselves on finishing a job even if it was a setup in the first place. It boosts their street cred," John answered.

"And how long am I supposed to hide here, for I have a company to run. I can not be trapped here for months," Jesse said heatedly.

"Once we have your cousin in custody and the photo sent to the gang and round them up, you'll be able to return back to your daily life. I understand this will put a strain on you if you need messages passed to whomever to see to your affairs while this is going on. We can get you a burner phone, yet you must limit the call to an hour and immediately turn it off to keep anyone from tracing the cell tower it pings at. If all moves as we plan, we don't think you'll be away for any more than a week," Ruth said, trying to ease his worries.

"Alright, we'll play it your way for a week; if this isn't settled by then, I'm heading home," Jesse said. If he had to be out in the middle of nowhere, then he would get the yacht Greta and Bill had that had been passed to him. Where he could set sail towards Hawaii, at least then he could manage his company from the main cabin of the ship rather than in some tiny windowless room of some house out in the middle of nowhere. He knew the ship was seaworthy since he paid a lot of money to make sure the yacht was ready at any given moment. While yes, technically, his jet was his yet, it was the companies, so he couldn't just bump flights that had been on the books for weeks. Hence why he had kept the ship prepped at all times in case he just needed a break from his greedy family.
******



"Just hold still for a few more minutes, Mr. Armstrong," Lisa, the CSI tech who had a knack for making a crime scene look as real as the real thing. Her hot breath flowed over the fake blood that she had just applied to the upper left temple along the hairline of Jesse's head to get the blood splatter of a gunshot wound.

"And this normally takes this long?" Jesse asked, keeping his eyes on the wall and not the woman's breasts that were inches from his face.

"It does," Lisa hummed as she applied the powder burns around the wound that was attached to his skin with some weak glue.

Jesse glanced out the corner of his right eye as he watched how Ruth and her partner made the blood pool he was about to lay in. He really did hope it didn't permanently stain his suit. Not that he couldn't buy billions of new ones, he'd just rather not. It was bad enough he had to wear them when he just wanted to be an average Joe. He's always felt suffocated in them.

"How's it looking, Lisa?" Ruth asked, walking over to them once their crime scene was ready to go.

"Need another hour, then he should be ready," Lisa said, ignoring Jesse's impatience.

"There just lay like that for a minute; I know it smells, just bear with it for a moment," John said, getting a full picture of Jesse as he laid on his right side like how anybody would fall after death. Stepping up to Jesse's head, telling Jesse not to blink as he snapped off a head shoot, then one of the bullet wound on Jesse's temple. "Okay, you can get up now," he stated, sending the pictures to Richard's burner phone. "That didn't take long," John muttered as Ruth and her partner helped Jesse to his feet.

"Yes! I knew I had a good feeling about you. I have your money. Where do you want to meet?"

"Same place, one hour," John texted, keeping his conversation short.

"Right. I'll be there." With that, John brought his phone to his ear as he called his boss telling him the meeting was set and where it would go down.

"Here, let's get you cleaned up," Ruth said, cleaning the fake blood out of Jesse's hair.

"So all that work for what? A few minutes of use? Don't you feel annoyed?" Jesse asked as Lisa carefully peeled the latex prop from his skin.

"Kind of, but I'm not here for my work to get noticed like that," Lise said, finally smiling at him.

******



The next Monday...

"Breaking News!" Darla and Frank sat at their breakfast table, discussing what their plans for the day were. They had been wondering where their son would've gone and why he was only communicating through Briana. They didn't have a problem filling in for Jesse; they learned quickly they couldn't change a thing about the way Jesse had transformed the business. All they could do was make sure it stayed on course. "In a week-long operation to bring in a recent violent group that has spun up in the past years, most were arrested along with the son of the late Greta Anderson, the widow of Bill Anderson, the founder of Greenworks Aerospace that has provided a constant source of jobs in this State, Richard Anderson was arrested on charges of conspiracy to commit murder and trying to hire a hitman to kill his second cousin, Jesse Lyle Armstrong who took over Greenworks after Ms. Anderson's death..."

"What!" Darla and Frank screamed as they both surged from their seats.

"I'm going to kill that bastard! No one hurts my boy!" Darla yelled, yet she felt her knees getting weak at the thought of her only son lying dead somewhere. While her anger was great, yet not so great to overpower the sorrow she was feeling at that moment.

"Shh, we'll figure out what's going on; I know Jesse can't be gone," Frank whispered as he held his weeping wife tightly to him as they knelt on the floor.

Elsewhere saw Patricia rushing back into her bedroom that morning as she was getting ready to head into Jesse's office since it was her day to oversee the office. Genuine tears formed in her eyes as her hand flew to her mouth. She knew Richard was greedy. However, she didn't think he would kill his own cousin. Only to have her eyes growing wider as they read another charge that was levied on Richard. The murder of Greta Anderson. Charles came running down the hall. He was about to leave for work when he heard his wife collapse on the floor of their bedroom.

Nevertheless, in Jesse's mansion, only tears flowed as Linda stared in downright shock with her hand over her mouth, muttering 'No Richard, how could you," only for her anger to roar as she launched to her feet. "You bastard, you dirty fucking bastard!" Linda screamed out at the TV as they perp-walked Richard to the courthouse to be arraigned. The glass of the TV shattered along with the thirty-thousand-dollar vase. She threw at it in her fit of rage, as Briana could only sob her heart out.

"You owe me for that." Linda shakily turned to peer behind her; Briana just leaped to her feet, her hands flying to her face. Barely containing her scream and sobs as she and her mother stared at Jesse, who just stood there with a happy smile on his face at the sight of the two of them.

"Jesse... Jesse!" Briana's body just took off, stepping onto the couch and using its back to leap into Jesse's arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him, shoving her tongue into his mouth to show him just how much she missed him and so very happy to know that he was alive.

"W-w-where have you been?!" Linda stammered as she walked on shaky legs around the couch.

"Police custody, still can't be seen in public yet, at least not until they know they got all the gang. Seems even if most of them were caught they'll still come after me if they know I'm alive. But with most of the ones involved behind bars, with their list of other crimes they have them on, they won't be getting bail. So the police snuck me here," Jesse said once he could breathe again. "I'm sorry, Linda, even I didn't think Richard would go this far," he uttered as Briana purposely slid her body down his and hugged Linda as she wrapped him in her embrace.

"I'm just happy that his evil didn't reach you," Linda said, holding him very tightly to her, giving thanks that he hadn't been harmed.

"Also, sorry about your house; it seems Richard is behind that as well," Jesse said, watching as Linda went on another profanity-laced rant.

"I'm so, so happy you're here," Briana said, hugging him all over again.

"Me too," Jesse said, rubbing her back.

"Whatcha doing, Jesse?" Briana asked as he pulled out his phone.

"Calling Mom and Dad if they saw the news... it better come from me," Jesse said, patting Briana's back before she let go.

"Jesse?! Please, oh God, please tell me this is you and not some sick-o getting his rocks off."

"Wow, damn, just what were you thinking happened to me, Mom?" Jesse responded, holding his phone away from his ear as his mother screamed.

"Darla, Darla, Darla! Hello, hello?! Who is this!" Jesse heard his father's protective voice coming over the line when Frank picked up his wife's phone.

"Hey, Dad, is Mom alright?"

"Jesse!"

"That would be what you named me," Jesse nodded against his phone.

"Just where have you been?!"

"Police custody. Couldn't tell anyone until they made their move, so is Mom?"

"She just fainted, is all. When we heard the news..." For a second, Jesse swore he heard his father choke back a sob, "we took it very hard. Now, to hear your voice... you don't know how happy it is to hear your voice." While his parents were very materialistic, he knew they loved him.

"When Mom wakes up, have her call. Better yet, tell her to come over since I can't be seen yet. I need her and Patrica to come over and fill me in on how the company has been since I've been out of contact," Jesse informed his father.

"Okay, when she comes to, I'll tell her, what do you mean you can't be seen yet?"

"There are still people out there that might still want me dead, so I was told to lay low until they caught them," Jesse repeated what Ruth had told him when they smuggled him to his house in one of the delivery vans that were constantly seen leaving the estate. "So don't tell anyone I'm with the living just yet."

"Don't worry, son, I won't, and I know your mother won't as well. We'll come over and have supper tonight."

"Sure, I'll tell Jerry to make his roast for us," Jesse said, hanging up his phone. "Bree, I need you to do something for me."

"Of course, Jesse," Briana answered, hugging his arm tighter to her body.

"I need you to call my tailor and order a new suit for me in the same color. Seems the fake blood they use did not come out in the dry cleaning," Jesse said, pointing to the dark spot on the right shoulder of his suit jacket. "Also, call Patricia for me and tell her to come over by noon. I'm going to go get a shower while I wait for them to get here. Also, you are buying me a new TV and a vase cousin," he spoke in a light hearted tone as he headed for the grand staircase.

Jesse was just standing in his very, very large shower; the white of the marble gleamed in the lights as the steam filled the room. There was no curtain to hide his nudity. He could never understand that when he moved in. He wondered if Greta did that so she wouldn't slip on one, given she had lived pretty much alone, and it would be hours before the staff would show up before she would have been found. He nearly leaped to the ceiling when he felt a pair of hands on his back. Before he could say a word, Linda kissed him with a need as her tongue rolled in his mouth.

"Shh, don't say a word, Jesse. We don't want anyone to know about what's about to happen," Linda said, running her hand down Jesse's wet chest. "I've known about you and my daughter for some time now. It's been so long since I've been with a man," she stated, watching that mind of his working behind his eyes. She knew Jesse wasn't an idiot. It was plain to see he was only putting on an act if you weren't looking too closely. She knew he had seen what their family was like so she knew he wouldn't be naive enough to think they would change. Since he'd been in charge of her mother's fortune, she knew he had faced the same no-stop nagging for money from one family member after another. "Please, let me have this," Linda whispered as she passionately kissed him once again, as her hand began to stroke him off. "Oh, Jesse, this is a fine cock you have," she cooed as her nails ran up and down his shaft as she gazed down at his hard member.

"I asked you to wait for me," Briana pouted as she stood in the bathroom doorway as she was quickly peeling off her shirt. She knew they didn't have much time, given how Patricia had said she was heading over to pick Darla up since Frank didn't think she was in any shape to drive. So that only gave them an hour at most to get the fucking they needed. As her shirt dropped to the floor a coy smile was on her lips as she gently pushed the door closed and locked it behind her, keeping anyone from interrupting them.

"Sorry, honey, but I got a little too excited," Linda said, dropping to a squat, her right hand held onto the base of his root, her eyes staring up at Jesse, who gave her a look to ask if she was really going to go through with it as his mushroom top neared her lips. To answer his unspoken question, she didn't hesitate to inhale his rod of man.

Briana's left hand reached across his body, turning his chin towards her; her brown eyes quivered as she rose onto the tips of her toes. Her hand brought him down to her before she sensuously kissed him. Not like the man she was fucking to help her mother out, but the man she was falling for. As their kiss deepened, she heard her mother gasping for breath when she pulled off his cock, then the sound of her salvia as she jacked Jesse off as she caught her breath. She felt Jesse starting to rock his hips as her mother's mouth glided along his hard pole.

"Jesse," Briana whispered breathlessly as Jesse began to fondle her breasts. "Yes, Jesse, you know how much I love it when you tease them," she whimpered, her hands resting on his biceps as she tilted her head back, enjoying the feel of his hands on her body. "But we don't have much time," she began to say as she pulled herself out of her bliss, "your mother and Aunt will be here within the hour, and Mom really needs you more right now, so I want you to give her the most orgasms you can, but you better let me have you back inside of me," Briana said, lowering herself to mirror her mother who passed her Jesse's cock which she didn't hesitate to take him into her mouth.

Linda was playing with herself to get her ready to be able to handle what Jesse was packing given her long drought. She had no wish to harm herself when he impaled her with his phallus. When she knew she was wet enough to take him into her hot paradise she walked over to the bench her mother had installed so she could wash herself when her legs weren't supporting her on her bad days. Bending over, placing her hands on the edge of the bench, hoping her grip wouldn't slip on the wet marble when Jesse was fucking her. "Jesse, please, take me, please give me the same pleasure that I've heard you giving my daughter," Linda pleaded as she peered back at her when her daughter was still teasing his cock with the tip of her tongue. She had noticed Briana hadn't taken her eyes off his eyes.

"Go on, she needs you now," Briana said sweetly, giving the tip of his cock a lingering kiss. She knew she would get her normal dose of sex later. At that moment, it was all about her mother. She watched how her mother's legs trembled as the years of solitude were getting to her mother, as Jesse ran the crown of his rod along and through her labia before her mother groaned out as Jesse eased into her hot mound.

"Give me a second, Jesse," Linda huffed as she reached back and stopped his advance. Feeling her walls clenching and unclenching as she grew accustomed to his size. Nodding her head when she was ready for the rest of him. "Fuck! Oh God, it's been so long," she moaned out as his fat rod rubbed against the sides of her canal. "Mmmhmm, give it to me, Jesse, make my pussy cream for you," Linda urged him on. Briana's hand covered her mouth when she grew a little too loud as Jesse really began to pound her. Within three minutes, she had came upon Jesse's cock after a decade of doing it herself.

"So, Mom, how are you enjoying that cock?" Briana asked, moving the best she could in front of her mother and showing off her wet pussy to her mother's eyes. "It's not a threesome if I'm not in it," she said, smiling down at her mother as Linda's eyes glanced up at her face and then back down to her pussy.

"Soooo much better than your father's," Linda spoke in a reverberating cadence as Jesse held onto her hair as he pounded her pussy before his hand pushed her head down and into her daughter's pussy. At first, she was a little hesitant since she'd never tasted another woman's sex, much less her own daughter's. Only to have Briana place her hand over Jesse's, and both pushed her the rest of the way.

"Mmmhmm, yes, Mom, lick me like that," Briana lusted as her hips rolled on her mother's tongue. Her brown eyes simmered in her hunger as she stared at Jesse. She listened to the slaps of his balls against her mother's sex. "Do it, Jesse, cum in my mother; I want to eat out her creamy pussy when you're deep inside of me," she stated. Since they were so deep in it, she didn't see why she couldn't see how Jesse's seed would taste mixed with her mother's nectar. She kept her mother tight against her mound as Jesse thrusted hard into her, watching how he was dumping his load into her. "Please, Jesse, I've missed you so much, don't leave me in my sorrow any longer," Briana pleaded, swaying her ass at him once she had gotten him hard again with her mouth and cleaned off her mother's cream from it. How she loved it when he cradled her breasts in his hand when he would take her from behind. She just loved how they felt in his gentle caress. She knew he was fucking them hard and fast so they wouldn't be caught by Darla or Patricia or both, not knowing what they all had in common. Reaching between her legs as her tongue scooped out his cum from her mother's pussy she gently played with his balls which she knew he greatly enjoyed. She would normally reach back if she was riding him and tease his jewels, or she would suck on them while she jacked him off. She just loved the look in his eyes when she would do that for him. She heard him panting as he slowly pulled his sensitive cock out of her velvety glove. With a quick rinse, the three of them cleaned off the vestiges of their sex off of each other's bodies.

"Jesse, do you need me to do anything?"

"Yeah, need you to head into the office, talk to Brinda, and see if she can get me a secure laptop so I can work here while I wait for them to finish up their case," Jesse said as he dressed in his normal casual wear which was just a t-shirt and faded jeans. He was not expecting Linda to mold herself to him as she draped her body over his. Hearing her moan of want as he took hold of her ass once she was dressed as they kissed, showing him her appreciation for the wonderful time in the shower.

"Thank you, Jesse. You don't know how much I needed that. I had forgotten what a good dicking was like. Since it appears you and my daughter aren't going to stop any time soon, would you mind if we continue this while I live here until the insurance pays out?" Linda asked, looking hungrily at the man who had given her some of the best orgasms anyone, even herself, had given her. While the house wasn't a total loss, the skeleton structure suffered minor damage, so they weren't going to tear it down. They would pay to have her home repaired to its once pristine state. However, she wondered if she even wanted to move back when she knew she would have to drive across the city just to get her booty call in.

"Sure, don't see why not," Jesse uttered with a shrug as he walked out of his bedroom, not seeing how Linda's eyes stared holes in his ass only to be playfully smacked on her arm by her daughter. That was when a scream of 'Jesse!' filled the house as Darla and Patricia had arrived sooner than either of them thought. "Mom, what's..." Jesse's words died in his throat as he walked down the stairs, seeing the tears streaking down his mother's cheeks before she ran across the grand entranceway and thundered up the stairs, nearly knocking him down when she crashed into him.

"Oh baby, oh my baby boy, I thought I lost you," Darla whispered between her sobs as she held onto her son. She wasn't about to let him go. Then, the imprints of her lipstick-covered lips marred Jesse's face as she kissed every inch of it. "Richard didn't lay a hand on you, did he?"             

"What? No, you know he's too much of a coward to get physical with me," Jesse said, finally prying his mother's arms apart. "Come, we need to talk," he ordered, waving for Patricia to follow when he got down to the ground floor.

"What do you want to talk about, Jesse?" Patricia asked when she was the last one to enter his office slyly locking the door. With Darla never leaving more than six inches between her and her son, she really didn't need to be sneaky about it with how her sister was blocking her son's line of sight.

"I need you two to continue to act as my proxies until this whole mess is settled."

"What do you mean when it's settled? Richard's in jail, so are those people he was going to pay to have you..." Darla couldn't bring herself to utter the last word.

"Not all of them. The Detectives who were guarding me told me they tend to pride themselves on finishing the job they're paid for, even if most of them are in lockup. So I can't be seen in public yet. I have no wish to die, so I'm going to lay low for a while until they tell me everything is all clear. So, I need you to be my eyes and ears in the office until I can reveal myself. Can you two do that for me?" Jesse asked as he leaned against the front edge of his desk.
"Of course, honey, we don't mind continuing like we've been, do we, sis?" Darla asked, looking over at her sister.

"I don't have a problem with that. Does that mean we can call you now?"

"You can just not on my phone. Use these. If someone is monitoring my cell phone activity, they might assume I'm still alive," Jesse said, holding out the two burner phones Ruth had bought for him with the cash he had on hand when they brought him back to his house. "I've already programmed the burner number the cops gave me into them. It goes without saying, do not tell anyone I'm still kicking."

"We won't," Darla said, looking through the phone her son had given her. While she was very, very happy that her son was safe, her womanly side brightened when she knew she could have a very sensual relationship with her son without her husband being able to read their text messages like Frank is able to do with the phone plan they shared.

For three hours, they spoke about the happenings of his company that they didn't have time to do with the limited calls they had at odd hours. They didn't understand why at first, but now that everything was out in the open, they could understand Jesse's need for it. Once their business talks were over, Darla and Patricia proceeded to show Jesse how much their pussies missed his hard steel rod.

******



A month later...

Jesse strolled through the courthouse, shocking the news reporters who were there to cover the case. His high-priced suit sat tightly to his body. Given that he couldn't go anywhere, he spent a lot of time in his home gym or in bed fucking his mother, aunt, Linda, and Briana, just not all at once. He was glad that the storage tank that the H3 was held in withstood the reentry and the landing when it returned to Earth last week. So far, from what Brinda had been emailing him about the test they had been running on the isotope from what he gathered the preliminary findings were extremely promising. He knew all the family had already arrived ahead of him. Jesse wanted to make a grand entrance; he also wanted to see the look on Richard's face when he walked into that courtroom. Jesse had emptied out Richard's trust and transferred what was in it to Linda's to help her recoup some of what her brother had stolen from her. He was just happy Greta and Bill weren't alive to see what had become of their son. He knew if he had been there with Greta when she was murdered, he wouldn't have allowed that to happen, even if it meant him dying in the process. He saw the heads of his family turning as he pushed open the doors of the courtroom as he stepped into the room. Clearly, seeing the surprise on most of their faces, he could assume they thought he was dead if the looks of sadness were any indication. Since he currently didn't have a will, that would mean his estate and fortune would be divvied up among them.

"Well, seems I know who was looking forward to my death," Jesse said coldly as he walked past the benches that his family sat on. "I'll keep that in mind when it comes to my will," he stated as dozens of heads dropped in shame.

"Jesse," Briana waved to him from her seat up in front, "I saved you a spot."

"Thanks, I really want to see that look on his face," Jesse said, unbuttoning his lower button before he sat down beside her sandwiched between Briana and her mother.

"Neither can I," Linda said, placing her hand on his right knee. "I'm hoping I can talk to the prosecutor into asking for the death penalty." Jesse just nodded along; he, too, was seeking that. However, he wasn't going to wait years and years for Richard to be executed by the State. He owed Greta too much to allow her killer to remain alive for a day longer. When he had been hidden away, he had Briana find out what she could about Maximilian Daysome, remembering their encounter at the country club his family are members of. Who he had paid a visit to two hours before showing up at the courthouse. When Max opened the door, he didn't see the surprise on the man's face that he was alive. Max just asked in an emotionless tone what he wanted and why he was disturbing him. When Jesse asked if he knew how to reach out and touch someone in the clink, that did get a smile out of the man. Unlike Richard's plan, he knew his was going to work given Max's background. They agreed on a price, and Max informed him he would be in touch. He felt the touch on his shoulders, peering behind him and seeing his father and mother smiling at him.

"All rise for the Honorable Judge Henson," the bailiff spoke loudly as he stood by the judge's bench. Once the man walked out of his chambers, Richard, cuffed in handcuffs and leg irons, shuffled through the door where the cells were located.

"No!" Richard roared out upon seeing Jesse alive and well.

"Seems you just can't trust anyone these days, isn't that right, Richard," Jesse spoke darkly as he glared murderously at his cousin.

"How could you, Richard! You took my mother from me!" Jesse and a few others had to restrain Linda from launching herself over the railing and gouging out Richard's eyes.

"Order! Order in this court! If you can't control yourself in my courtroom I will have you tossed from these proceedings," Judge Henson spoke in a controlled voice as he pointed his gavel at Linda. Once the commotion was over, the trial got underway. It only took the State three days to find Richard guilty and another hour for the jury to agree with the State before Richard was sent back to his cell to begin his life sentence. A week after the trial, the news reported on the death of Richard Anderson, who said he had been caught in a prison riot and didn't survive his injuries. No one claimed his body; his ashes were scattered over Potters Field, the city maintained for those who had no family to claim them.

******



Ten years later...

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," Jesse spoke into the microphone as he stood on stage for the grand opening of his MLAS that had just been completed a few months ago. After intensive testing and multiple test launches, it was finally ready to send people into space. Looking behind him as Briana, now in her late twenties, smiled lovingly at him. Neither she nor her mother had moved out of his house when her own had been rebuilt. Linda simply rented it out to a young couple who still lived there to this day. His mother and father sat in the front row with very proud smiles on their faces. Patrica sat next to them with her husband Charles and their son (technically, it was Jesse's, given she had got pregnant right after the trial). The majority of his family he'd become estranged with, with how they reacted to the news of him being alive. "Ten years ago, Greenworks launched a rocket to the Moon in hopes we could find a way to leap the human race into the future. After a few setbacks and some accidents, I'm happy to announce we have perfected the use of H3 that will be used to power the whole world in the years to come. No more will there be protests over coal, the use of natural gas that now powers our power plants. Those days are over. As we speak in a joint adventure with the Federal government, we at Greenworks are building the first-ever H3 power plant that will provide enough power to suit everyone's needs on the planet. And to do that, we built this!" Jesse spoke, his right arm waved towards the launcher. "After tests and tests on the system to ensure we could reach that sea of stars. Where our future is, where we must expand into space if we wish this green and blue world of ours will be here in the years to come. As we speak a team from NASA is prepping for the very first flight to build the space station that will be a staging post for future exploration into deep space. Also, it will supply the world with this new form of clean energy!"

As the last word left his lips, the sled of the new shuttle his company had built took off. Its rockets and the lack of friction shot the bird down the launcher at high speeds. Turning his head, watching the sled falling into the sea like it was meant to once it was detached from the shuttle as it rocketed towards space powered by the new engine his R&D department had developed to run on H3. The sounds of their thunderous claps rang out in the morning air as all stood staring up at the disappearing shuttle. He knew this couldn't have happened so quickly if it wasn't for Spencer Ryan's new version of the code he had bought from him over a decade ago that was running the storage of the supercomputer that managed the systems of the launcher. Also, if it wasn't for Spencer's warning about a spy in his company he knew Snyder Enterprises would steal all the technology they had invented just for this day to come to be.

"With that, I'll allow the scientists here that made this day happen to explain all that went into this," Jesse said, stepping away, noting a few government people within the crowd. His eyes glanced to the left of him as Briana was right in step with him as he climbed down the stairs of the stage.

"That was good, Jesse," Briana said. Her fingers slyly reached over to his hand, brushing lightly along the side of his hand. While she did get her master's degree, she just couldn't leave Jesse all alone when she knew she could combat his loneliness when most were out for his money. Which now had ballooned to the tune of twenty billion dollars. She never told a single person in the family how much he really had. She knew it would be poor of her, as his wife, to spill that news to their family when Greta had purposely kept everyone in the dark. While most of the family didn't know about their relationship, except her mother, Darla, and Patricia, they kept their touches to a minimum around them.

"Thanks, you did write it after all," Jesse mused with a coy smirk on his lips as he noted her rosy cheeks.

"No, I just helped you tighten it up," Briana said, brushing her brunette hair behind her ear before a scream of 'Mommy!' rang out in the air. Their three-year-old daughter raced towards her with her arms outstretched. "Greta, I told you you were supposed to stay with Jesse's mother," she said, picking up her daughter.

"But... I wanted to be up there with you and daddy," Greta pouted, who had been named after Briana's grandmother.

"I know, baby, but it was really important, and you don't want to interrupt your daddy, now do you?" Briana asked, smiling sweetly at her daughter, who shook her head before she reached out for Jesse. Briana just gazed at the two of them as Jesse chatted away with her before they were swarmed by a field of reporters. "I'll take her. You talk to these nice people, tonight; I want you to put another baby in me," she whispered into Jesse's ear as she took their daughter into her arms.

The End.