Lucas Somerville grew up always knowing what was expected of him. His father made that clear from the start. He was to have the best of everything- school, clothes, friends, all in preparation of taking over the family manufacturing business and continuing to hold up the torch of the Somerville family. There was one wrinkle in the elder Somerville's plans that like a speck of dust in a hard drive caused an inevitable crash...Lucas's mother.
Claudette D'Ange was a beautiful Parisian. Like his son, John Somerville had his pick of the wealthiest girls, but after meeting Claudette during an overseas trip he decided she would be his colorful trophy wife. For a while things seemed to work out well. Claudette was a magnificent hostess and a siren in bed. When she did occasionally get off track, John corrected her with sharp words and a slap or two if necessary.
Then Lucas came along and everything changed. His dutiful wife became more and more obstinate. She didn't want Lucas to be sent to boarding school. She cradled and coddled him like a little girl until John Somerville was entirely fed up with her, her smart mouth, and her snobby French attitude. She refused to fuck him claiming some fictitious malady.
Getting rid of her was not easy. She wanted to take Lucas with her, but the pictures of her and her lover set her straight. His lawyers decimated and humiliated Claudette in court. She went back to France childless with her tail tucked between her legs.
John went to work on Lucas right away, teaching him what life was really about. He rode him hard, but he sincerely believed it was for Lucas's benefit. He didn't want Luc to be one of those spoiled, aimless dilettantes embarrassing their families in trashy magazines. He wanted Lucas to be a real man.
When Lucas was old enough, his father gave him the ultimate birthday present. He hired one of Linda's classiest girls who didn't look a day over 18.
A young virgin at the time, Lucas was scared shitless when he walked into his bedroom and there was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen naked in his bed. She was all peaches and cream with freckles scattered here and there.
"Dad, I don't know what to do. I mean I know, but ..."
John interrupted him.
"You're missing the point, son. She's a whore. You can do whatever you want to her."
She told him he was tall for his age and so cute; she beckoned him closer. He came in her hand as soon as she touched him the first time. She gently licked him clean, and he was hard again in an instant. The second time inside her was a dream. He could barely wrap his mind around the awesome sensations of being trapped in her little pink cell so warm and wet. She rode him gently. Her pretty breasts bounced in his face and teased him the whole time. The third time was a revelation. She was underneath of him, arms and legs wrapped tight around him, and he felt the power of dealing pleasure as his body found a rhythm that was undeniable to her.
"Women can't be trusted, son. They spread their legs and lie like the devil. "
