The Busty Maid with Purple Eyes
Lance Hayward
I stared at the landscape passing by as Mom drove us down the country road. We were an hour out of the city. It was rural. Farms with dairy cows munching on their cud. Sometimes a tractor just sitting out in a field. Houses from time to time.
Mom was driving with my little sister in the back of the car. The trunk bulged with suitcases. My backpack was down around my feet. More bags were in the back beside Kylie. The moving truck would be coming tomorrow.
It was surreal to be moving like this.
Surreal.
"There it is," Mom said," nodding to the left. I stared past her to see a thick hedge that seemed to stretch for forever down the road. "That's it. Your Uncle... Your estate, Lance."
I blinked at how long the hedges went. "This surrounds the property?"
"Every bit of it," said Mom. "That's what your dad used to say about it. He'd only been a few times."
"I still can't believe Uncle Mortimer has all this," Kylie said. My little sister spoke my own thoughts. "A mansion? He had a mansion this close to where we lived. Why didn't we ever visit?"
"He liked his privacy," Mom answered. "I only met him on the day I married your father. I think it might have been the first time he'd left the mansion in years. Maybe the only time. Your father's older brother was... eccentric. And those... that date of his... Well, I think she's the woman running the estate. I think that's the gate."
I was about to ask about this woman, when my phone beeped with the text. I pulled it out and saw a text from my friend, Bella Miles.
"You there yet?"
Mom turned off the road to a wrought iron gate that filled the break in the hedgerow. The mansion came into view. Three stories tall. Made of grayish stone with ivory creeping up the front in parts. It had rows of evenly spaced windows as it stretched to the right and left.
"Like something out of a horror movie," Kylie said from the back seat.
I texted Bella,
"Just arrived."
"Can't believe you own a mansion,"
she answered.
"Your uncle is nuts."
"Yeah," I whispered. I still couldn't believe that this mansion was
mine.
I was twenty. What right did I have to own a mansion? To be a billionaire. Uncle Mortimer, a man I had only heard about, had left his entire estate to me on a single condition.
I just had to live in the mansion, and I could never sell it. According to the lawyer, the provision in the will was well-written and very enforceable. So Mom, Kylie, and I have packed up to move in and claim my inheritance.
"Do you have the code to the gate?" asked Mom, flashing me a smile. It was a tad fragile.
Yeah, Kylie was right, this felt like a horror movie. A creepy mansion in the middle of nowhere left to me by an "eccentric" uncle that I had never met. It was either that or a Nigerian scam. But the mansion was real. The money, too.
We just had to live in Hayward Manor.
"It's 1353," I said. "Then the pound key."
Mom punched in the code, each button press causing a beep, as she said, "Your father told me that his great-grandfather, Aleister Hayward, had the mansion brought over from England. Can you believe that? Took it apart stone by stone, and brought it here."
"That's insane," I said as the gate creaked open. "You could build it fresh."
Mom shrugged. "Your family is a little strange."
"Dad wasn't strange," Kylie said.
"He was like the... black sheep of the family," Mom said. "I think he wanted to get away from it all." Mom glanced at me, her blonde hair framing her round face. She smiled at me, dimples appearing in her cheeks, her blue eyes gentle. "It's your choice, Lance."
"I'm fine," I said. "I don't have to be a weirdo. I could do a lot of good with this money. So what if we have to live in a giant, creepy mansion in the middle of nowhere?"
"Bet it gets foggy here," muttered Kylie. "Just rises off the moors and spills down over us, bringing evil. Like the Baskerville Hound."
"Which was a prank," Mom said. "And there are no moors around here. That's back in England."
Mom drove down the driveway, which was made of a crushed, white stone that stood in contrast to the green of the lawn. A washed-out green. Dark. Almost shadowy. I swallowed as the mansion came closer and closer. The street we lived on, a cul-de-sac two blocks long, could fit on this driveway and still not
quite
reach the front of the mansion. There, the driveway broke apart into a loop that let cars pull up before the mansion. A lane shot off down the side of the mansion. Maybe it led to a garage or something.
Just as we were pulling up, the twin doors of the mansion, each maybe twelve feet tall and fashioned of dark wood, opened. A woman stepped out wearing a French maid's uniform. A very... scanty French maid's uniform.
I blinked at the tall and leggy maid in white, thigh-high stockings held up by garters that vanished beneath her rather short and puffy skirt. Black with layers of ruffled lace peeking out. The dress fit her tight in the torso and cupped her large breasts which seemed about to overflow her bodice. My cock went to full stiffy at the sight of her. A golden garter encircled her left thigh just above the top of the stockings, a band of lacy cloth. Her black hair fell down her back, a maid's cap perched on her head. She was a mature woman, a MILF-maid or something and...
I blinked. I could have sworn there was something shadowy behind her.
She stepped down the few stairs that led off the porch to where Mom stopped the car. The maid leaned over to peer into the car, her breasts almost presented to my gaze, big and soft. Her cleavage was incredible. Then her purple eyes caught my attention.
I had never seen eyes like hers. They brimmed with something... I had never encountered. A passion that made me shiver with the intensity of it.
"Wow, she's dressed..." Kylie trailed off. "Don't drool over her boobs, Lance!"
I swallowed as Mom chuckled. Then the maid opened the car door for me, straightening with such grace.
"Master Lance," she purred, "how lovely it is to meet you." She held out her hand to me.
I took it, feeling the warmth. How delicate her fingers were. I climbed out of the car. A spicy perfume washed around me. I breathed it in and felt relaxed. She darted her hand in to grab my backpack off the floor.
"This way, Master," she said and strode ahead of me. Her skirt swayed, her hips rolling. The puffy layers of lace rustled as she climbed the two stairs onto the.
My mouth went dry as I followed her, Mom and Kylie getting out of the car behind me. My dick was so stiff in my pants. This woman was gorgeous. Breathtaking. Like, I knew some beautiful women in my life. My mom was pretty. Bella was a cutie. My aunt was pretty hot. Ms. Dorcea was a sexy teacher. Carla on the cheer squad, Felicity, Alice, Gloria, and my two cousins Deborah and Izzy were all sultry girls. But this woman...
I followed her into the mansion. It was a large entrance hall with a grand staircase that looked to lead up to the third floor. A crystal chandelier hung overhead with electric candles that caused rainbow lights to dance through the pieces. Doors led off both sides of the room, the walls covered in dark paneling. There was a strange statue in the corner of a woman with two big eyes. Bug eyes. She would be gorgeous save for that alien feature.
The maid turned around and set down my backpack. Then she curtsied to me, saying, "I am so pleased to meet you, Master Lance. I am Cali, the caretaker of Hayward Manor and your familiar maid."
"Right, right, the lawyer mentioned I had to keep employing you as part of the deal," I said.
"I come with the mansion," she said and moved closer to me. "You own Hayward Manor, so you own me now, Master."
She cupped my face and kissed me.
I froze at the feel of her hot lips on mine. My little sister gasped behind me. I stood frozen as this heat boiled my nuts. I couldn't believe this was happening. That this woman was thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I groaned, relaxing into the kiss. I couldn't help myself.
Her lips felt amazing. Her fingers were so soft on my face. Her purple eyes stared at mine. They filled my existence. I shuddered, feeling connected to her like I had never been with anyone. My crush on Bella paled in comparison to
this
connection.
My heart beat faster and faster as I felt like it was... syncing up with her.
"Mom," gasped Kylie.
"She's his maid," said Mom, her voice almost dreamy. "It's okay if they kiss."
Then it happened. My heartbeat matched Cali's. We were united. She closed her eyes at that point and inhaled as we kissed. I felt her drawing a breath out of my lungs. She quivered as she broke the kiss with me.
"A gift of saliva and breath," she whispered. "A gift of life's rhythm, the heat of passion. Now a gift of seed. The salt that plants vitality in the earth."
She dropped to her knees before me, the spicy scent of her perfume lingering in my nose. Her hands squeezed my cock through my jeans. I gasped as Kylie darted up beside me, her black hair falling in pigtails around her face. She had our father's hair. Mine was brown. Her blue eyes and round face were so much a younger version of Mom's. Eighteen, she looked horrified.
"She's groping him, Mom," gasped Kylie.
"She is," Mom said dreamily, moving up on the other side. She had a big smile on her face, her eyes slightly vacant. She breathed in deeply. "Mmm, what a lovely perfume."
"What is going on?" I asked as Cali unfastened my jeans.
"Why, I am welcoming you to your estate, Master, and passing on ownership of it to you." Her purple eyes flared bright as she unzipped my fly and yanked my jeans down. My cock tented my striped boxers. She tugged those down next. "Mmm, I must prove my subservience to you, Master, and you must perform your duty as my owner. It is a two-way street."
My cock popped out of my boxers. My sister gasped while Mom kept smiling in that dreamy way of hers. Then Cali engulfed my cock. Her plump, red lips slid over my dick. I groaned at how great that felt. My dick throbbed in her mouth. A shiver ran through me as I experienced my first blowjob.
"Mom!" gasped Kylie then spun around, her cheeks burning red. "You can't let him do that."
"She's his maid," Mom said. She watched on. I stood there getting blown by Cali. She worked her mouth up and down my cock while Mom just... smiled. "She can suck his cock if he wants her to."
"Mom!" Kylie squealed in disgust. "They can't... She's... This is wrong."
