Walking the Mansion with My Bitch Mother
Even after our first encounter with the maid, Raibel and Isabel kept running into more of the mansion’s residents as we continued our walk. Every single one of them reacted in almost exactly the same way as the first maid we had met. Thanks to the Family Love trait, not a single person questioned the fact that the stepmother had been assigned to handle her own son’s sexual needs. A few of the bolder maids even asked outright if they could touch Isabel’s lovely breasts with their own hands.
“Y-you insolent little—! Do you honestly think I’ll forgive this rudeness?”
Isabel, of course, was mortified by the maids’ blatant treatment of her as a bitch and even raised her voice in outrage. But the decision was no longer hers to make.
“Go right ahead. Just don’t be too rough. Isabel might not enjoy it if you get too aggressive.”
“Really? Then maybe…”
Once they received permission to touch the bitch, the maids glanced nervously at Masha, who had once been Isabel’s most devoted follower. I offered the maids a gentle smile and added, “Don’t worry about Masha. She’s sworn her loyalty to me—the rightful heir of the house—rather than to Isabel anymore. Isn’t that right, Masha?”
“Yes, Lord Arwen. My loyalty belongs to you and you alone, forever.”
Masha snapped into a crisp salute, pressing her right hand to the breastplate of her armor. If she had still been loyal to Isabel, she would never have allowed her former mistress to be paraded around the mansion naked and collared like a dog. The maids’ expressions eased with relief, and they began to approach Isabel with growing confidence.
I met Isabel’s desperate, pleading gaze—the look of someone silently begging me to stop this—and simply shook my head with firm resolve.
“You ought to do at least this much for the hardworking maids of the house. Spread your legs, lie flat on your back, and present yourself, Isabel. That’s an order.”
“Ugh… how could you…”
Isabel’s face twisted with shame and despair, but there was nothing she could do. In the end, she was forced to expose her most intimate places to the very servants who had once revered her.
Like an obedient dog trying to curry favor, Isabel spread her legs in an M-shape and lowered herself to the floor. The maids immediately began groping every inch of her body. One maid wearing glasses smiled dreamily as she grabbed a generous handful of Isabel’s breast.
“As expected of Lady Isabel. In all my years, I’ve never seen a woman with breasts as beautiful as yours.”
Another maid squatting beside her reached out to toy with the soft hair covering Isabel’s mound, nodding in agreement. “Exactly. And look at these deadly hips… Now I understand perfectly why Young Master Arwen asked his own stepmother to handle his sexual needs.”
Unable to push their hands away, Isabel panted helplessly as she felt their fingers roaming across her body.
“Hah… I’m not your toy, I’m a person… hic♡”
Despite her protests, the maids showed no sign of stopping. If anything, they grew bolder, deliberately stroking the spots that drew out her moans. The bespectacled maid slid her slender index finger into Isabel’s cunt. The moment it entered, Isabel’s pussy made a wet squelching sound and began to quiver like flower petals in the wind.
“So this is the hole you used to seduce Lord Arwen? You always acted like you hated the young master… Hehe, how unexpected.”
“Haaah… Nooo♡ Th-that place is too sensitive right now!”
“It certainly looks that way, Lady Isabel. Your hole is sucking on my finger so greedily. Hehe, this is fun♡”
Watching her colleague smile with delight at Isabel’s reactions, another maid spoke up. “Don’t be too hard on her, Martin. I’m sure Lady Isabel accepted the position of Lord Arwen’s concubine as an apology for how coldly she treated the young master in the past. Isn’t that right, Lady Isabel?”
Even as she tried to restrain her mocking colleague, her own hands never stopped kneading Isabel’s ass. The way the maids treated Isabel revealed exactly what the servants had thought of her all along. They clearly hadn’t liked how the woman who had married into the family acted as if she were the queen of Reinhardt Mansion. But now the false queen had fallen—right beneath the cock of the true heir she had desired so badly.
Once I felt they had thoroughly reminded Isabel of her new place, I spoke to the maids. “That’s enough fun for both of you, isn’t it? You can let Isabel go now.”
“Understood, Young Master.”
They answered in unison, pulling their hands away with obvious reluctance. Their fingers glistened with Isabel’s juices.
“Good. We’re heading to the first-floor dining hall, so you two should return to your duties.”
“Now that you mention it, the head chef said he was preparing a feast to welcome the young master and Lady Sophia back to the mansion.”
“That’s right. Though I doubt Isabel was planning to welcome us at all.”
I waved my hand a couple of times, signaling that they were dismissed. The maids bowed respectfully to their young master before hurrying off with quick steps. I could hear them giggling together in the distance; touching Isabel’s lewd body had clearly been quite enjoyable. And it was no wonder—Isabel’s figure was captivating enough to make both men and women salivate. The person currently lost in that very charm was standing right beside me.
“We’ve taken too long. My sisters will be waiting. Let’s head to the first floor, Masha.”
“Yes, Master.”
Masha, who had been utterly entranced by Isabel’s bewitching body, took the lead. I followed my now utterly loyal knight and sex slave toward the first floor where Cordelia and the others were waiting. Of course, unlike Raibel and Isabel—who whined and crawled down the stairs on all fours—I walked on two legs like a proper human.
When we arrived at the dining hall a short while later, I heard a voice welcoming me.
“Brother, you’re here. You’re a little late…”
My younger sister’s warm greeting trailed off the moment her eyes locked onto Isabel. Watching her own mother panting helplessly while collared by her older brother, Cordelia shook her head in disbelief.
“You actually did it? And you even dragged Raibel into this?”
“Don’t scold me too much. Both Raibel and Isabel seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. Right, Raibel? Right, Isabel?”
“Yes! It was wonderful♡”
“…”
While Raibel answered in a voice thick with excitement, Isabel simply hung her head in silence. The back of her neck, visible between strands of hair, had turned a burning crimson. The humiliation of having to expose her breasts and cunt in front of her own daughters had clearly sealed her throat.
“I wasn’t going to scold you. Still… I’m so jealous of Mother. I’m going crazy wanting to spend hot, passionate days with you as soon as possible.”
Cordelia pouted and gently stroked her belly. The moment the baby inside her reached a stable stage, I could already picture Cordelia pouncing on my cock with wild abandon. Sophia, who had been quietly watching our exchange, turned toward Isabel.
“It doesn’t look like you’ve obtained Mother’s consent yet. In that case, we should proceed regardless of her wishes.”
The unusually cold tone in Sophia’s voice referred to me taking the position of Lord of Reinhardt. There was no longer anyone in the mansion who supported Isabel. As Sophia said, forcing the title from her wouldn’t be difficult at all. However—
“Just wait a little longer. I want to hear it directly from Isabel’s own mouth.”
“You’re so stubborn… Fine. I’m sure you have your reasons, Brother.”
Sophia let out a small sigh, but her eyes quickly filled with deep trust in me. While the siblings were talking, the clean white tablecloth was gradually covered with all kinds of dishes and drinks. The maid bringing the food flinched at the sight of Isabel, but after my brief explanation—just as the others had—she quickly accepted the situation.
Watching the servant leave the dining hall, Sophia clicked her tongue. “No matter how many times I see it, your hypnosis is incredible, Brother… Are you really never going to tell me how it works?”
“Hehe, it’s a secret.”
“You’re not scared I’ll use it on you, are you?”
“As if. My beloved little sisters would never betray their big brother.”
I flashed a grin at Sophia and Cordelia as I naturally took the seat at the head of the table. Sophia didn’t press the issue any further; she simply returned a faint smile and sat down, ending the conversation. Raibel, now properly dressed, along with Cordelia and Masha, all took their seats. Only Isabel remained crouched at my feet, pressed flat against the floor.
I clapped my hands once to gather everyone’s attention and announced, “All right, shall we eat?”
I brought the delicious-looking food in front of me to my mouth. The women seated at the table chatted happily, sharing stories with one another, and the meal continued in a cheerful atmosphere. I placed a few dishes on a plate, set it on the floor, and said, “Eat, Isabel. Since you’re a bitch, you’ll have to eat with your mouth only—no hands.”
Isabel answered in a weak voice. “…I’m sorry, but I don’t have an appetite.”
“No. That’s an order.”
At her son’s firm tone, Isabel slowly lowered her head toward the plate. Then, still on all fours, she began to eat directly with her mouth.
“Good girl, Isabel.”
When I praised her and gently kneaded the soft flesh of the bitch’s ass, I clearly saw the muscles along her back twitch. Soon my fingers, buried in that supple flesh, moved toward her cunt.
“Hnnngh♡”
The moment I pushed a finger into her pussy, a moan slipped out between the food in Isabel’s mouth. I enjoyed the rest of the feast while savoring the way her tight, elastic hole squeezed my finger.
As the meal began to wind down, Cordelia suddenly looked at me with a curious expression, her words slightly slurred. “By the way, Brother… hic… did Mother end up taking your cock?”
I nodded at my flushed sister while still holding my wine glass to my lips. Cordelia’s signature mischievous smile spread across her face.
“Hehe, then tell me honestly. Whose hole felt better—mine or Mother’s?”
“Well…”
To be completely honest, it was impossible to choose a clear winner. Both of them felt incredible. “I thought you’d say ‘mine, obviously,’ but Mother’s hole felt that good?”
Cordelia watched me hesitate. Instead of her lips drooping, the corners of her mouth curled higher and higher. I had no idea what wicked thought had crossed her mind to produce such a frightening smile. Then, in a voice heavy with both alcohol and arousal, she said something meaningful.
“Show us right here. Show us just how good Mother’s body feels.”
“What… right here?”
“It doesn’t matter, does it? There’s no one else here anyway—just us.”
I found myself asking again, mouth agape. I never expected her to demand that I have sex with her own mother right in the middle of the dining hall. Naturally, the person most shocked by Cordelia’s sudden request wasn’t me—it was Isabel. Muttering that it was absolutely not allowed, Isabel tried to hide behind me to escape her daughter’s gaze. But that very tension only ignited the lust burning inside me.
“Sure. There’s no reason I can’t.”
“What?! No, absolutely not… Not in front of my daughters!”
“Help me out a little, Masha.”
“Understood, Master.”
Isabel backed away with a terrified expression, but unfortunately the leash around her neck was firmly in my grasp. In the end, she was dragged forward and forcibly lifted onto the dining table by Masha and Cordelia.
“Hic…”
Isabel struggled like a fish caught in a net, but with both arms pinned by Masha and Cordelia, she had no way to escape. Whistle. The sight of her pure-white body laid out among the delicious dishes made my appetite and sexual desire blend together in a deliciously chaotic way. My cock throbbed with the urge to savor her body immediately.
“You must have been thirsty watching everyone else drink, right? Let me quench that thirst for you, Isabel.”
While her body lay on the table, Isabel’s head hung down toward the floor, her inverted face perfectly aligned with mine. I scooped some fresh cream from a nearby bowl, slathered it over my throbbing cock, and immediately thrust it into her mouth.
Grabbing her head with both hands, I began to move my hips. “How does your Master’s cock taste? Sweet, isn’t it?”
The sound of cream mixing with her saliva and turning sticky filled my ears. At first Isabel had been groaning in pain around the thick shaft stretching her mouth, but before long her eyes began to glaze over with pleasure.
“Mmmph♡ Ngh♡”
It didn’t take long for Isabel’s tongue to wrap tightly around my cock as it moved back and forth in her mouth. Curling her fingers and toes, she eagerly sucked her stepson’s dick, relieving the sexual thirst that had built up inside her.