After spending more than an hour savoring the magnificent luncheon, Darius felt an immense sense of satisfaction. His appetite had increased drastically, satiated by the high-quality dishes that truly whetted his palate. In fact, his stomach felt slightly distended due to the excessive gratification from the meal he had just enjoyed.
"This lunch has been the most memorable of my life," Darius remarked as he reclined comfortably in his chair. He rubbed his full belly with enthusiasm and contentment.
Once Darius had indulged himself with the delectable dishes, the attentive and skilled servers promptly began clearing the dining table, restoring order and neatness to the room. Meanwhile, Anastasia meticulously peeled the skin off the apples, slicing them into small, uniform pieces. She then placed the apple slices in a large bowl already filled with an assortment of other fresh fruits, such as grapes and bananas.
"Please, enjoy, Young Master," Anastasia said in a soft, reverential tone as she set the fruit bowl before Darius. "The fiber from these fruits will help facilitate your digestion, Young Master," she added in a soothing manner, her friendly smile gracing her face and further enhancing the already delightful luncheon atmosphere.
"Thank you, Ana," Darius expressed with a slight awkwardness, addressing Anastasia with a newfound familiarity. His voice faltered momentarily, betraying a hint of nervousness.
"You're welcome, Young Master," Anastasia replied, her tone tinged with surprise at Darius's unexpectedly casual and friendly gratitude.
As Darius savored the fruits laid out before him, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the dining room. Instinctively, Darius turned his gaze toward the source of the sound. In an instant, his eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of his mother, Calista, who was clad in a thin, form-fitting gray nightgown that accentuated her figure conspicuously. The garment revealed the silhouette of her lacy black bra and panties beneath.
To Calista's left, a long-haired blonde maid with mesmerizing golden eyes walked with serene elegance. Meanwhile, on her right, a mature secretary with short black hair had changed into more relaxed attire, donning a tight black singlet and equally snug leggings.
Noticing Darius's contentment as he indulged in his meal, Calista bestowed a gentle smile upon him and immediately enveloped her son in an embrace, despite his seated position. She tenderly pressed Darius's face against her soft, ample bosom, caressing his hair with a mother's loving touch.
"Are you enjoying the meal, darling?" Calista inquired with a voice as soft and melodious as a lullaby, capable of stirring emotions in anyone who heard it, including Darius, her own flesh and blood.
Darius gave a nod of satisfaction, inadvertently brushing against his mother's bosom with unexpected force.
"Ahh—" A soft, inadvertent moan escaped Calista's lips, carrying an ethereal quality that could tempt even the most virtuous soul. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, taken by surprise at the unforeseen sensation.
Curiously, none of the other women in the room seemed perturbed by the sultry sound that Calista had made. They remained composed, their demeanor exuding professionalism—a stark contrast to Darius, whose face had turned a shade reminiscent of ripened tomatoes. He couldn't help but notice the warmth of his mother's ample bosom, feeling it subtly firm and her nipples becoming taught beneath his touch.
'Damn, what was that sound?! And why are Mother's breasts responding this way? Isn't this reaction typically reserved for moments of heightened arousal? How could a simple touch provoke such a response?' Darius mused, wrestling with the remnants of his common sense, which had been nearly obliterated by the intoxicating melody of her earlier moan.
Despite the unmistakable sensations coursing through her, as her breasts tightened and her nipples stood erect, Calista maintained her hold on the embrace, savoring every moment. It wasn't until a few moments later, with a reluctant sigh, that she disentangled herself, a pressing matter tugging at her mind.
With a graceful gesture, she invited Darius to accompany her to the living room. Once there, Calista instructed her secretary to summon the finest female attendants to present themselves before her and Darius, who now sat side by side on an elegant, sprawling sofa.
In a matter of minutes, a procession of exquisitely beautiful maids, each possessing their own unique allure, assembled neatly before them. Among these women were a few youthful faces, yet it was the mature women like Anastasia who exuded a distinct charm that set them apart.
Darius, intrigued by the gathering orchestrated by his mother, turned to her with curiosity etched on his face. "Why have you gathered them here, Mother?" he inquired softly, casting a sidelong glance at Calista, who remained closely nestled by his side.
Calista responded not with words, but with a meaningful smile that hinted at her intentions. Her gaze swept over the assembled maids, assessing each one with discerning eyes.
"Now, disrobe," Calista commanded, her voice gentle yet imbued with an undeniable authority that brooked no dissent.
Without a trace of hesitation or discomfort, the maids began to shed their uniforms in unison, the soft rustle of fabric sliding to the floor echoing in the room. The sound quickened Darius's pulse, anticipation thrumming within him.
Though the scene unfolding before him bordered on the audacious, Darius couldn't deny a fervent eagerness to witness the spectacle promised by this moment—a vision so tantalizing that many men could only dream of such an experience, even in the wildest corners of their imagination.
In a heartbeat, the female maids were partially disrobed, a cascade of silks and laces—panties, bras, garter belts—their last vestiges of modesty against the unveiled flesh.
Darius, witnessing this anticipated spectacle, was captivated. His eyes widened, absorbing the potent allure arrayed before him. Unconsciously, a pronounced tent formed beneath his trousers. His right hand restrained by his mother's grip, he could only shield his arousal with his left palm.
"Mother," he stammered, his voice thick with barely suppressed desire, "why are they…undressed?" His gaze lingered, openly covetous, on the maids.
Calista smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "A thorough assessment, my dear. Given the constant presence of exclusive maids, ensuring compatibility with your preferences is paramount." She winked, a subtle, provocative gesture.
The implications of her words settled upon Darius. These exquisitely beautiful, alluring women stood before him, poised for selection as his…exclusive maids. The nature of their exclusivity remained undefined, yet the anticipation throbbed with unspoken possibilities.