O.Z. One-shots - Heirless (TS)

“Look, Gene. Our little girl’s at it again.”

My husband glanced out the window before returning to his newspaper. “Hmm. No more tennis today, I suppose. Maybe we should stop paying for the lessons?”

“Don’t be silly. She’s a daughter, don’t forget… She has no right to bring other girls home and fuck them unless they’re being paid!"

“She’s got a dozen friends with brothers who'd be happy to lend out a sister just for a chance to get closer to our money…” He snorted. “Woops, I mean to her.”

“Yes, but how many are that beautiful? Look at those girls, Gene. They’re absolutely divine.”

“Go join them, then.”

“Maybe I will. But first, there’s something we should talk about…”

“Is this going to be another ‘should we buy our daughter a cock’ conversation?”

“…No, because it’s obvious we should. She _wants _one, she _needs _one, and it would be cheaper than paying a stable of maids and tutors. She owns _eight _strap-ons, for crying out loud!”

“I still think it’s a big change for such a young–”

“She’s nineteen.”

“Right, for a nineteen-year-old. Does she really need to be _constantly _fucking?”

“I think that’s a bit of a double standard, Dear. Both of your nephews took over their families when they came of age, and after fucking their mothers and sisters at all hours of the day and night lost a bit of novelty, they turned out fine. What did you get Jacob for his twentieth birthday, again?”

My husband mumbled incoherently.

“Come again?”

“…A week’s stay in HaremLand…”

“And?”

“...fertility enhancers for his mother...”

“But you don't think your daughter can handle the responsibilities and privileges all her first-born male friends and cousins have? Seems pretty sexist to me.”

“Sexist?” He scoffed. “That’s–"

"You know, the neighbours have begun to talk," I cut him off. "You're almost sixty now! They think it's unseemly that you're still running the house and the business, instead of relaxing and playing golf. And I get these pitying looks every time they talk about all the fun things their sons _make _them do...."

He sighed, and finally seemed to give in. "Fine. Make the appointment. Just don’t come crying to me when she’s using you all the time.”

I took another look out the window, and watched as my daughter laid one of the instructors down on the court and dove between her legs. At least once a day for the past year, Elizabeth had been cornering me alone. She'd touch me, and whisper promises in my ear of all the things she wanted to do to me, until she left me wet and begging for her to take me. But she'd remind me that nothing more would happen until she had her cock...once she could legally succeed her father as head of the household.

“I think I’ll manage, Dear,” I murmured, my hand sliding beneath my leggings.