The Family Mansion Rewrite

After almost twenty years of being in a loveless marriage, Liz's youngest child was now eighteen, and Liz had decided to get divorced. The first thing she did was meet with her lawyer, Rita Pearson. They met at a diner in a nearby city as Liz didn't want to be seen by anyone who would recognize her. They might get back to her husband that she was meeting with a divorce lawyer.

This was the first time Liz met with Rita. She was a bit surprised that she was so young, even younger than she was. Liz just always though lawyers had to be old men with grey hair for some reason. She was also very attractive with long red hair, pouty lips, soft skin, and huge breasts at least as big as Liz's own.

Liz sat across from her. They shook hands, "Hello, Rita," Liz said, "I'm Elizabeth Slope, we spoke on the phone."

Rita nodded as she shook Liz's hand and glanced her over, "Right, you're the one looking to get a divorce from your husband James." Rita confirmed.

Liz pulled her seat up and sat down. Rita grabbed some files from out of her briefcase on the chair beside her, "I've looked through your prenuptial agreement that you sent over to my office. The problem is that, without probable cause, if you divorced your husband you will not get even a dime from him."

Liz glanced at the files that Rita tossed on the table in front of her but didn't touch them. "What kind of probable cause?" She asked, "Like evidence that he's fucking our gardener?"

Rita smirked, "Yes, that would do it. Do you have such a thing?"

Liz sighed, "No, I haven't actually seen anything, but I've also never seen Rosa weed around a single plant in the yard."

Rita cocked an eyebrow at that, "Well, you're going to need some hard evidence if you want to take down James Slope." she explained, "No offense, your husband is a complete idiot, but his team of lawyers will be a large hurdle to get over without something more concrete."

Liz nodded, but grumbled, "Well, I'm sorry I don't have anything more than that."

Rita smiled at her client, "Don't worry about it Elizabeth," she told her comfortingly, "If you know a good place to catch them together, I might suggest a nanny cam or hidden camera of some kind. Or, if they're more private than that, you could always hire a private eye. I know a few good ones if you need them." She explained.

Liz bit her lower lip, not sure. Rita cocked an eyebrow at that too as Liz sucking her lip was a very sexy sight on such a stacked and sexy MILF, but Rita kept her thoughts to herself. She took her files back and put them in her briefcase as she passed Rita her card. "If you need anything, and I do mean

anything,

please don't hesitate to call."

Had Liz been more sexually minded at the time, she might have noticed the obvious sexual innuendo. But Liz's Sex Demon had long since died, or at least that's what Liz thought, and she only smiled at how friendly her new lawyer was being to her as she walked away.

Liz left the diner and drove to an electronics store. She bought five hidden cameras to hide around the house.

James was often on business trips to various parts of the world. Liz knew he was probably cheating on her during these trips, as well as with Rosa, but she couldn't do much spying on him during these trips. The only way she was going to catch her husband in the act was with Rosa in the mansion.

She had to think of good places to put them all. She decided just to spread them out around her extra-large bedroom so that she could get her husband's cheating from every angle she could.

As she was setting up the cameras, Brianna, Liz's maid, and best friend came into the room. "What are you doing, Liz?" She asked with an eyebrow cocked while Liz seemed to be setting up stuffed animals in positions around the room.

"Oh, these are nanny-cams," Liz explained to her friend, "I told you what Dr. Kim told me." Dr. Yumi Kim was Liz's therapist and the one who made her realize that she was in a loveless marriage and needed to get divorced, "And my recently acquired lawyer told me that according to my prenup, I'm going to have to catch James red-handed with that slut." As Liz spat out this last part she glanced out the giant window that took up an entire wall and looked out over the pool, and especially the guest house in the back. Liz scowled at Rosa's house then looked back at Bri, forcing herself to look halfway pleasant at least.

It didn't fool Brianna though, "I know you're frustrated, I would be too if I were married to James, trust me." Bri said but saw that Liz was starting to mope at her words, so she continued: "I mean, he has to have some good qualities that others don't know about though." Bri remembered what she saw the other day, a huge bulge in Liz's only son's pants that made Bri's mouth drop open, "I mean, he has to have a huge dick, right?" She said that part without thinking about it, only recalling what she saw when Nathan was walking back from the shower in a towel.

Liz sighed, "It's the smallest I've ever seen, not that I've seen that many." This made Liz more depressed than she thought it would.

"Really?" Bri said, "That really surprises, what with, um-" She realized she probably shouldn't start complimenting her best friend's son's penis size. It was something Brianna saw accidentally when he was leaving one of the upstairs bathrooms after a shower without any clothes on.

Why didn't he at least grab a towel?

Bri suddenly thought as she remembered the moment.

Liz had always been so uptight about sex since she first met her that Bri was sure mentioning how hung her son was would probably cause Liz's head to explode. "Never mind," Bri quickly added a moment later.

Liz wasn't really listening then anyway, instead, her mind drifted to her father. An image of his humongous dick flashed through her mind, and for a fraction of a second, Liz got a little horny. But then she automatically forced thoughts of her dad away as she had done since the day her parents died. As those memories disappeared, so did Liz's horniness.

"If you want," Liz suggested to her best friend, "You could set up one more of these cameras out in the hall. It'd probably look good to have my cheating husband on camera leading that disgusting slut into our bedroom."

Bri nodded as she grabbed one of the stuffed bears with video cameras hidden inside of them. She walked out into the hall. Without thinking about it, she took the camera down the stairs into the foyer and put in on a table down there facing the stairs. This was mostly because there weren't any end tables in the hallway upstairs, just door leading to bedrooms on one side and ones leading to bathrooms on the other side. She couldn't very well just set up a stuffed teddy bear on the ground, now could she.

Two weeks later...

Brooke was 20 years old and Liz's firstborn. She had blonde hair that she liked to keep short, but not too short, cut just above her shoulders. Her breasts were DD-bra size and nearly as big as her mother's boobs. She liked to keep in shape like Liz did with her jogging every morning. Though Brooke much preferred the pool, as did her sisters, and she was out there in her bikini nearly every day as long as the weather permitted it. She had a very sexy body and she liked to show it off, though was still a bit too shy to try to wear her sexy clothes around the house.

Brooke had two passions. The first was designing clothes, and it was this very thing that she convinced her father to let her stay out of college and work in their mansion. She even got a room on the ground floor that was only being used for storage anyway. Brooke called it her "Fashion Room" or sometimes her "Design Room" and she usually kept it locked at all times and she had the only key. This was because, though she told her Dad and Mom that she was designing dresses, and even kept a few dresses she'd designed on display just in case anyone poked their head in, she was really designing women's lingerie. She would then model her clothes in her bedroom to sell online. She always cropped her face out in order to show off the clothes as she wanted to keep it a secret from her family and God only knows what websites they searched.

One day, while everyone else was out of the house, Brooke was making her clothes in her fashion room. She realized that she didn't have the frilly look she wanted for the border of the one-piece she was working on. Brooke thought about this. She could order what she needed online but didn't really have a lot of money at the time.

Though Brooke was making some cash through selling her lingerie, Brooke's stuff wasn't really selling as quickly as she hoped. She was just one person and could only make so many clothes every day. Usually, Brooke was pleased if she could design and create one outfit a day but rarely even accomplished that much. But today she was particularly inspired and knew a place she could find just what she needed: her mother's underwear drawer.

Brooke came out of her design room and locked the door behind her. She had ordered a new lock for the door and had the only key on her at all times and only took it off when she showered. She then headed up the stairs to the bedrooms. Her mother's room was at the top of the stairs.

Brooke was the only person there, or at least the only person there who mattered in her mind. Ericka was out at a friend's house, one of her cheerleader friends from the private school their father sent her. They were on summer break now though. Lexi was at Donna's house, Lexi's BFF. Their maid, Bri, and her mother, Liz, were out having lunch, and her father was out of town like he almost always was. That left two people on the property, Rosa, their gardener who Brooke almost never saw out of her little house in the backyard, and Nathan, Brooke's brother and the only man around the house most of the time with her father on nearly constant business trips.

Nathan was shy and tended to keep to himself. When Brooke was growing up, Nathan was younger than her and a boy, so even though Lexi his twin came right along with him, Brooke always saw him as an easy target to pick on while Lexi was her immediate ally and compatriot. Usually, they would team up, often with their little sister, Erika, and pick on Nathan even harder. Because of this, Nathan withdrew from his sisters and, even though they all lived together in the same house, Nathan's whereabouts were often just as mysterious as he was.

Brooke assumed he was exercising downstairs on the basement level. Along with having a shower meant for an Olympic swimming team, a laundromat sized laundry room, and a jacuzzi tub to fit twenty, Nathan had their father buy him an entire gym's worth of exercise equipment (this wasn't Nathan's fault though as he only asked for some weights and James added another room to the house). Brooke wasn't one to judge, she took an interest in clothes design and James bought her the materials for a whole team of designers.

Brooke wanted that frilly material and she didn't have the right stuff to craft her own right then. So, she marched into her mother's room, went right over to the underwear draw, and opened it. But the panties Brooke knew her mother had were not there. She smirked though when she went into her mother's bathroom and saw them at the top of the pile in Liz's hamper.

Mom must have been trying to get Dad in the "mood" again last night over video chat since he's off on a business trip,

Brooke thought as she grabbed the panties, a very thin thong that she believed was the only piece of lingerie that her mother actually owned, but soon it would be torn up because Brooke wanted the fabric. She knew her mother didn't wear them very often anyway.

As Brooke took those panties out of her mother's master bedroom and across her bedroom, Brooke raised those panties to her face and took a long whiff of her mother's pussy. She tasted it a little and knew her mom must have been turned on while she wore them since it tasted and smelled very pungent. Brooke loved it though, one thing that she kept more secret than anything else, and her other passion aside from designing lingerie, was the thought of fucking her mother. Elizabeth Slope was the most beautiful person Brooke had ever seen. She'd thought that her whole life and her love for her mother blossomed into something very passionate and sexual. Brooke knew it was wrong and could never be, but the thought of incest was just so hot to her. And her mother was a total MILF. Brooke just couldn't help but have these taboo feelings.

Something Brooke hadn't noticed was the very obvious nanny-cam Teddy Bear that was sitting on the bedside table, and another one sitting on the shelf outside in the hall that had been moved there two weeks ago. She knew what these looked like as she owned a couple herself but wasn't paying attention due to thinking very hard about what her mother's pussy might taste like straight from the source. Brooke took another large whiff of Liz's dirty panties.

...

Liz came home very late and very drunk that night. Bri was the same but ended up going home with a man they met in the bar they went to after they left the diner. Liz walked up the stairs, holding onto the railing to keep from swaying too much as she ascended the steps, made it to her door, and walked in.

Liz pretty much fell into her giant bed. She started ripping her clothes off until she was naked. She usually didn't sleep naked but she was too drunk to care and just wanted her clothes off.

Of course, once she was naked her hand started lazily tracing her nipples, slowly stimulating them as shivers started running down her spine and her mind started filling with sexy thoughts.

Liz felt that her Sex Demon was long since dead. But almost every Thursday night when she came home from the bar, as long as her husband wasn't around, she tended to get very aroused and would usually masturbate through several sex fantasies and orgasms. She rationalized this by telling herself later that she was merely drunk and had nothing to do with an out of control libido Liz pretended she didn't have.

This week, Liz's fantasy started as she thought of the man that Bri had been flirting with at the bar. One of her hands started rubbed along her belly and she pinched her nipples and kneaded her breasts with her palm and fingers.

That man at the bar was very handsome,

Liz thought as her other hand moved down her belly to her waiting pussy,

he was very young too, probably only about Nathan's age.

She started rubber her pussy,

I wonder if he had a big cock, like my dad...

Liz stuck three fingers into her cunt and started fingerfucking herself. She pictured her father's cock, so massive in its design, and fantasized that the man that Bri had gone home with had a cock just like that. She imagined he was fucking her instead of Bri. Liz imagined him over her, thrusting into her while she was spread eagle on the bed. Liz's legs almost parallel to her head as her ass stuck up in the air and this stranger thrust his amazingly huge cock into her tight pussy.

But then something strange happened. Right as Liz started cumming as she pictured the man filling her pussy full of his spunk and then ripping his cock out of her dripping cunt and covering her body in his tasty sperm. Liz liked cum-play in her fantasies but never knew if she'd like it in real life as sex with James was so fast there wasn't any time for anything really that sexy to happen...

Liz was picturing him cumming on her the man. His face was kept kind of vague as it had been a dark bar where Liz saw him. Suddenly it became very clearly her son, Nathan. His big blue eyes, his red hair, and as her son finished cumming all over her in her fantasy, he lined his cock up with her pussy again and told her, "I'm still not satisfied, it's a mother's duty to make sure her son's balls are empty." Nathan told her before sticking his cock, now impossibly huge in her fantasy, and started fucking her even harder than the handsome stranger had done.

Liz could feel herself getting ready for another huge orgasm as the image of her son fucking her brains out filled her mind. But she suddenly stopped. Liz forced herself to take both her hands away from her pussy and sat up in the bed feeling suddenly very guilty for having such a naughty fantasy about one of her own children.

"I'm just drunk," she said to herself for her weekly rationalization for finding anything sexually pleasurable, "My mind is just looking for anything to play with myself to. I need a distraction." As she said this, she glanced at the bedside table right next to her. Though it was a giant bed, Liz tended to sleep to one side, the opposite side that James slept on. That's where the hidden camera teddy bear sat. James hadn't been home since she got the thing. But Liz decided to review the footage anyway to distract herself from her naughty mother and son fantasy. Also to make sure that it was working correctly, she told herself.

There was an HDMI port on the bottom that she plugged into the TV, unplugging her Bluray player in the process.

The camera-bear activated through motion so it wouldn't record anything unless there was something happening in front of it. Liz ended up fast-forwarding through herself getting up and getting ready for the day every morning and then coming back every night and getting ready for bed about a dozen times. She was about to turn it off again when she saw Brooke come in early and seem to be looking for something in Liz's underwear drawer.

"That's odd," Liz said to herself as she continued watching the screen. Brooke went into the bathroom, seemed to grab something, and come back out. Her back was turned when she walked away from the camera. All Liz saw was her daughter's medium-length blonde hair as she seemed to bring something to her face as she walked across Liz's bedroom and out the door.

Liz went into the bathroom to see what she took. At first, she looked in the medicine cabinet to make sure Brooke hadn't taken any of the pills she kept there, but they seemed to have not been moved in a while. Then she saw the hamper and realized it was the panties she put on yesterday when she wanted to feel sexy for even a moment.

Why the hell would Brooke want my panties?

Liz thought to herself.

She's probably borrowing them for some reason.

Then Liz remembered that Bri also put a teddy-cam out on the shelf in the hallway outside the door. She doubted that she would be able to tell what Brooke was doing with her panties, but maybe she could at least see what she had put in her mouth.

A few minutes later, and having to fast-forward through a lot more footage as people walked up and down the stairs all throughout the day, before she saw what she wanted to see, Brooke coming out of her room with Liz's panties over her face. As she came out, Liz saw her stick her tongue out in order to taste Liz's panties right on the crotch.

Liz audibly gasped. Never once did she think that her own daughter would do such a thing as sniff the crotch of her mother's panties! "Does she have a crush on me?" Liz asked the air around her as she considered this. Liz also rewound the recording to confirm that she saw what she did.

As Liz watched Brooke take her panties up to her face again. Brooke noticeably breathed deeply of Liz's scent and then stick her tongue out and lick the crotch of her underwear. Liz's pussy suddenly surged with need once again. She started to notice just how attractive Brooke was, her shimmering blonde hair, her perky, large boobs, her fit belly, shapely ass, and legs for days. As Liz rewound and watched again, her hands on her legs started rubbing her inner thigh, slowly, and got closer and closer to her pussy lips...

"No!" Liz shouted loudly as she removed her hands from her labia. She refused to think about her own daughter while masturbating. Liz glanced around to make sure no one heard her but then drunkenly remembered that she was still sitting, totally naked, in her bedroom. James had designed their room to be soundproof. Yet another unnecessary thing for him to spend money on but she supposed that they made enough for such trivialities. Then something inside her told her to look back at the screen and Liz did only to see her daughter lick the crotch of her panties once again.