"New vehicles?" I asked.
She nodded. "A limousine and a silver Porsche. He didn't drive much in his later years and got rid of many of his vehicles."
"Oh," I said. "A Porsche. Damn."
"And you can go buy yourself a Lamborghini with how rich you are," Kylie said. "And buy me one for having to live here in Creepy McMurder Mansion."
"Sure," I said and drove Mom's sedan around the corner. I found the carriage house and had to manually open the garage door. It had room for a dozen of vehicles. And, yes, there was a limousine and a silver Porsche waxed to a beautiful gleam.
I was in awe.
I entered the house through the back door and found my way to the entrance hall where the three of us, loaded down with luggage, headed up the stairs. Soon, we had dropped everyone's luggage off in the rooms. I was given the last bedroom, the master bedroom. Kylie took the one next to mine with Mom beyond hers. All tucked away nice and safe. Each room had windows looking onto the back of the grounds.
There was a foggy forest out there, of course.
Mom made chicken and steamed vegetables for dinner. We sat around the small dining table in the kitchen. It could fit eight or so people. So maybe not small, but compared to the rest of the house, and some of the dining halls we'd passed, it was.
After dinner, we retired to the couch to watch some TV. We had satellite, internet, and I soon had us logged in on the TV to Amazon, Hulu, Disney Plus, and Netflix accounts. Just like back home. I sipped the soda that Cali had brought me.
She hovered around us, making sure that we were all taken care of. A drink ran low, she would fetch another. She popped popcorn for us to snack on as we watched the latest Marvel movie. The Eternals was just god-awful. I hoped Spider-Man would be better. I'd been hearing great things about it.
I yawned and stretched as the credits rolled.
"Would you like to retire for the night, Master?" Cali asked, this hot gleam in her eyes.
My cock hardened as I realized what she meant. "Yes." I stood, so ready to lose my virginity. "Yes, I would."
My maid offered me her hand. I liked thinking of her like that. My maid. It was such an exciting prospect. My cock was so hard. Just throbbing with such force. I couldn't believe how much I ached to take this woman to bed.
"Are they going to...?" Kylie asked.
"Yes," Mom said in that dreamy voice. "Mmm, it's beautiful that when a maid and her Master make love, Kylie. Just a thing of beauty. Be happy for them."
"Great, and I picked the bedroom next to Lance's," Kylie muttered, arms folded across her slender chest. The eighteen-year-old girl pouted. "I hope the walls aren't thin."
"Sorry," I said as Cali led me down the hallway, my cock throbbing. "Hey, what's up with my Mom? She's out of it all day."
"She doesn't have Hayward blood nor is she a maid wearing a garter," said Cali. "The mansion is affecting her. Relaxing her. She accepts that you and I, plus you and your other maids, will be having all the hot and kinky sex we can."
My dick lurched. "Hot and kinky sex? Christ."
She glanced back at me. "This is your heritage as the Master of Hayward Manor. You will fill these halls with your maids. They will love you, and you will love them for you are a good man. You will treat those you own with care."
"Own," I groaned as Cali opened the door to my bedroom.
"You own me, Master," Cali said as we entered the dark room. The only light spilled through the open windows framed by heavy, velvet drapes. The bed lay in the middle of the room, a four-poster that seemed bigger than a king. Too big for one person.
Or even two.
"You claimed me, remember," she said and flipped on the switch. The light was still soft despite the brilliance of the LED bulbs in the lantern sconces. "Mmm, your saliva, your breath, your heartbeat, and your seed. I'm yours, Master. Command me."
"Strip," I commanded, my cock so hard. This was so unbelievable. Bella would hate me if I ever told her I had a hot maid. My best friend would get so jealous. "I want to see you naked."
She smiled. "I know I'm your first. In the flesh. I'm sure you've seen plenty on the internet."
"Plenty."
She reached behind her and unzipped her uniform. She then wiggled it down. Her breasts spilled out. I groaned at seeing my first pair of live, naked tits. They were big and soft. They swayed before her. My cock throbbed with excitement.
"Holy shit," I gasped at her hard, pink nipples thrusting from her large tits. They swayed, rippling from her motion as she pushed the uniform off her hips. "Oh, my fucking god. I can't believe this. I... I..."
"Am yours," she said. "Your Familiar Maid."
Her maid's uniform puddled around her feet. She wore no panties, either, her flesh shaved bare. Her slit tight. Virginal tight despite being my mother's age. She still wore the thigh-high stockings and a white garter belt around her waist. The golden garter clung to her upper, left thigh.
She sauntered to me, her hips swaying, and her breasts... God, the way her breasts moved was hypnotic. I could just stare at those all day long. They were so magnificent to see. My cock throbbed in my jeans as she reached me.
I reached out my hands for them then stopped. She smiled and took them gently and pulled them to her breasts. "You own me, Master Lance. The Haywards have owned me since the first seed was spilled into the darkness. The first promise made to be the watchers."