AN: I wrote another chapter of this because why not. This'll be the last one, but I may write more smut fics in the future. As always any feedback is greatly appreciated as this is still mostly uncharted territory for me.

When Willow had those cameras installed in her house, she didn't think this is what she'd end up using them for. She assumed that they would used as evidence in case the worst happened to her, or god forbid one of her children. She hated the circumstances in her life that led her to even using them, but now she didn't mind as much.

Willow looked at the recording, her face hot and her breath hitched. She licked her lips as she watched her son take the maid. Her body grew hot when she watched him make that first thrust into the woman's cunt. The sight of their lovemaking turned her on more than anything had in years. She rewound the recording and watched the maid fuck her son, admiring the way her breasts bounced as she rode him, the way her hands slid all over her son's body. The thought made her shiver. If anyone knew that the great Willow Schnee was getting off watching her own son fuck a woman twice her age, scandal wouldn't even begin to describe it.

Willow grabbed her breast and twisted a nipple in her fingers. She let out a pleasured sigh. "Keep going. I'm almost there."

Her eyes went down to the butler, who currently had his hands on her thighs and his face buried in her pussy. He traced a line along her slit with his tongue. Parting her folds, he teased at her entrance before delving his tongue in.

Willow's moans told him he was doing well. Of course he was. He was one of the best servants. The butler was infatuated with Willow. Everything she needed, he did as swiftly as possible. Just being able to serve her needs made him happy. So imagine his surprise when Willow had dropped her pants and told him to eat her out. An actual relationship was obviously out of the question, but he felt that this was the next best thing.

He drew a circle around her clit with his tongue as he slid two fingers inside her sopping cunt. Willow grabbed a fistful of the butler's hair and ground his face in her pussy. "Yes, right there. I'm almost, ah~"

Her words were cut off by her shuddering orgasm. Her walls tightened around her servant's fingers. She leaned back in her chair and sighed happily.

"Thank you," she said.

The butler stood up and licked his fingers clean. "It was my pleasure, Madame Willow. If you need me again, do not hesitate to ask."

The butler went to leave, but Willow grabbed his arm.

"Wait," she said. Her hand went below his waist. Her fingers gently wrapped around the imprint of his cock. The butler gasped as Willow slowly ran a finger along his length.

"You've served me well, you deserve a reward."

Willow undid the butler's pants and fished out his cock. It was engorged and throbbing. She took it in her hand, giving it a few gentle strokes. It was already leaking precum.

"It would be cruel to leave you like this."

She stood up and bent over in front of her desk, pointing her ass towards him. Her arousal ran down her thighs.

She waved her ass at him like a common whore."Be quick about it."

The butler grabbed Willow's hips and thrust his cock inside of her. Willow moaned and gripped the desk as her vagina stretched around the servant's cock. The butler fucked her hard, enjoying the sight of her soft, round ass rippling with every thrust.

"You feel amazing," The butler groaned.

"No talking," Willow moaned.

He reached out and grabbed a breast, feeling Willow tighten around his cock. His cock pulsed and his pace quickened as he blew his load deep inside Willow's pussy. He fell against her as he let out all of his cum.

"Thank you, Madam Willow," he said, giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Willow trembled as she felt him pull out. She could feel his cum trailing down her leg.

"You're welcome, now get back to work. You have a party to prepare for."

XxX

Whitley felt different. Not better, but different. In the days since that night he lost his virginity, a lot had changed in the Schnee household. His father had gotten angry less, which meant his mother drank less, which meant less nights of the servants dragging her unconscious body to her room. There was less stress, which meant Whitley was under less stress.

The sex certainly helped. He realized that he had a near bottomless appetite for depravity, and Moselle was more than willing to indulge him. In the days since their first encounter, he had fucked her pussy, her ass, her mouth, her breasts, her feet, and even her armpits. He had her while she was tied up and blindfolded, he made her masturbate while he watched, he had an entire wardrobe of costumes and outfits for her to wear when they had sex. Some days he even made her spend the day working with no underwear on so he could take her whenever he felt like it. As soon as he had his fill of one kink another popped into his head. Every type of fetish and role-play was fair game. There were no limits as far as what she would do for him.

But, he also appreciated moments like this, where he just stood back and watched her as she went about her day. She approached both sex and work with the same level of enthusiasm. She smiled and hummed happily as she cleaned dishes, mopped floors, polished statues, did the laundry, and a dozen other tasks that she was responsible for. Whatever she was getting paid, it wasn't enough.

"Moselle," Whitley called out.

Moselle turned and gave the bright, inviting smile she always did. "Bonjour, mon fils. What did you need of me?"

"You have been working all day. Don't you think it's time for a break?"

Moselle shook her head. "Oh no, there is still much to be done. Everything must be perfect for your father's soiree."

"I could care less about what my father wants. Right now I need you."

Whitley grabbed Moselle by the hand and led her to his bedroom. A few minutes later, Moselle sat at the edge of the bed, gently stroking Whitley's hair as he laid his head down in her lap.

Whitley sighed as she felt her fingers brushing up against him. There truly was nothing better than this.

"You are such a spoiled boy," Moselle said.

Whitley ignored her teasing. She was right, either way. This was just as much for his benefit as it was for her.

Whitley closed his eyes and took in the warmth of Moselle's body, the scent of her perfume, the touch of her soft fingers. It was bliss. He let out a yawn, suddenly feeling like napping.

"Oh dear, please do not yawn, mon fils," Moselle said. "If you do I will"

Her words were cut off by a yawn of her own. Spurred on by her master's snoring, she found herself falling asleep as well. Laying down on the bed, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When Whitley awoke, he was surprised to see Moselle sleeping on his bed, snoring softly. A look at his scroll told him that he had only been asleep for an hour. He went to wake Moselle, but stopped. She obviously needed a break, from both of her jobs. Whitley looked at her chest steadily rising and falling, her mouth slightly open with a line of saliva running down her cheek, and the way her long, blond hair was splayed about her head. He almost didn't want to disturb her. Almost.

He undid the buttons on her blouse and unhooked her bra. Watching Moselle's large breasts spilling free from the confines of her clothing was always a delight. Her perfectly pink nipples were already hardening. If he had the time, he'd wrap those soft mounds around his cock and cum all over her face. But it was only a matter of time before she needed to get back to work. This needed to be fast.

His fingers sank into the flesh of her breast. He pinched a nipple between his fingers and gently twisted it. Moselle's face scrunched up. Her mouth opened slightly as her face turned red. Whitley slowly rolled up her skirt. Parting her legs, he got a perfect view of her panty covered mound, the fabric already damp. He rubbed he slit through the fabric, probing at her entrance.

Whitley's cock throbbed with need. He pulled Moselle's panties aside and sank into her. He groaned as he felt the tight heat surrounding him. He thrust into her, watching her tits bounce every time he slammed into her. He was rough, fast, only concerned with his own pleasure.

"mmmm," Moselle moaned. Her gasps and pants drove Whitley on further. He hadn't been this turned on in a while. Something about doing this, just using his maid like an object drove him wild. She would willingly sleep with him whenever he wanted, but it was more fun to just take what he wanted from her. Normally a thought like that would give him pause, but he found he didn't really care at the moment.

He felt the pressure building up. He grunted into Moselle's ear as he dumped his load inside of her. Her walls clamped down as she let out a cry of ecstasy. He looked into Moselle's eyes and saw that she was now wide awake. He drew her into a kiss, driving his tongue into her mouth. She grabbed his head and pulled him in closer before backing off.

"I must get back to work," she said. Whitley drew out of her and watched his seed spill out. Moselle fixed her outfit and frowned at Whitley.

"Naughty, naughty boy," she chided. "There will be time for that after the party."

She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. With a smile, she turned and went back to her job.