This is a slow build story that contains incest. It is entirely fiction and contains some real places. This chapter is Unedited. If there is any helpful feedback, or willing editors that can provide help with improving the story, please let me know.
All participants are of the age of 18 or older.
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Ch.1
With a final thrust, I shoot my cum deep into my whore of a mother's cunt.
"Clean me off bitch I don't want to miss my flight." I command as my mom, Ann Holland, gets to her knees and inhales my 7 inch cock into her mouth. Every inch soon was clean and she smiled looking up at me with sad eyes.
"Thank you, Master, but do you have to go? "she asked knowing the answer.
"Yes I do. I made a deal with Uncle Nate and I intend to keep my side of it as he has already kept his." I replied, answering this question for the up-teenth time.
I had turned my mother into my personal cumslut when I was 18. I caught her masturbating while she spied on me while I was jacking off. She would have gotten away with it had she not orgasmed right outside my door. I decided right then to assert my dominance over her. She lasted nearly an hour before she broke. Since then she has been a good cumslut for the last 8 years. I had started my Doctorate of Physical Therapy at that time, thanks to a deal I made with my Aunt Jackie and Uncle Nate, and she had helped me get out some stress.
"I'm going to miss you, son." my mother said slowly rising from the floor.
"I'm going to miss you too, mom. You can always come and visit. Who knows you might be to move in with me when I can build a house of my own." I said trying to ease my mother's pain.
I finished dressing in a pair of brown dress slacks, baby blue button up, a paisley tie with all shades of blue and grey, brown belt, and a pair of brown loafers before heading down to load up my mother's car while she got dressed to take me to the airport. After about 5 minutes we were on our way to Nashville International Airport.
As we made our way my mind flashed back to the day I made the deal with my aunt and uncle. It was my 15th birthday. I had received a letter from them stating that in exchange for money for college I would work on the family ranch for a minimum of 4 years with the condition of having a minor in Animal Rehabilitation. I agreed to the deal immediately. After my father left my mom when I was 8, I thought my dream of becoming a doctor would forever be just a dream. Thanks to my aunt and uncle, my father's brother and sister-in-law, I was able to make my dream a reality. I was looking forward to living on the family ranch in Florida. My mom had moved us to Tennessee after the divorce and we hadn't been back since.
When my father, Bill Holland, left he also never spoke to his side of the family since. I, however, stayed in contact with his side of the family, drawing close enough to be the only grandchild in my grandfather's will. When he passed a few years ago, I had inherited my father's half of the ranch as well as $250,000 dollars. I plan on using that money to start a clinic once I'm in Florida.
My mother drops me off at the airport for my flight to my new home. Before she leaves we kiss as lovers one last time. As she pulls away I can see a tear slide down her cheek, her master and son was about to leave Tennessee for good. I make my way to the check-in counter and check my 2 bags, keeping my laptop with me. Once through security, I make my way to the gate.
"Now boarding Southwest flight 223 non stop from Nashville to Orlando Fl." The gate agent announced, as I lined up in the queue to board. Moments later I'm welcomed aboard, for the first time since passing my national and Fl state board, as Dr. Mike Holland.
A 2 and a half hour flight later, I'm standing at the car rental service having a difficult time. I mistakenly made my reservation under Dr. Mike Holland but hadn't updated my drivers licence to add the Dr. title. Finally, I load into the ford mustang convertible and head toward Holland's Hills Ranch. The Ranch is located an hour and a half drive south, southwest of Orlando, on the outskirts of a town named Bartow. Thanks to I-4 traffic it takes me 2 and a half hours to finally make my way to the 2.5 mile drive way of the ranch.
Leaving my belongings in the car, I make my way onto the front porch of "the big house". My Aunt Jackie is sitting in one of the rocking chairs and has just set her book down next to an ice cold glass of sweet tea.
"May I help you sir?" she asks with a voice of someone not to be messed with.
I expected this, after all I gave no warning before heading down here and the last time she saw me I was an 8 year old little boy, not the 26 year old, 6 foot 1 in, 240 lbs, semi-fit, and not half bad looking man. With my styled dark brown hair, green eyes, neatly kept beard, and suit I definitely stood out. I decided to mess with my aunt a little.
"Yes Mame, I'm looking for Mr. Nathan Holland. Is he around?" I asked.