The Legend of Rose Ch. 01

The story of Rose doesn't begin with her birth. It starts in 1979, on a day soaked in twisted love, passion, and hunger for power. Back then, her father was just Davis, an eighteen-year-old, broke, and burning with the desire to dominate the world. By the end of that day, he had crossed some lines he couldn't come back from. It was the day he took his first step towards becoming the man the world would come to know and fear, as Don Davis Corenzo of Aydville.

Rose wouldn't be born for years, but the choices Davis made that day would become the very foundation of our story- The Legends of Rose.

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"What are you doing, Dave?" Mia asked, surprised to see her son standing in the doorway. She exhaled a puff of smoke from her freshly lit cigarette, "It's my business time, son. We can talk later."

"Business, you say, huh?" Davis smirked and entered the room, pulling a thick bundle of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket. "How much for one session?"

"What?? Are you out of your mind, son? Get the fuck out," Mia was confused. Unshaken by her words, Davis entered the room. Mia's room in the whorehouse was a filthy forgotten corner of the world that stank of sex, lust and desperation. An endless stream of men over the years used her and left. She always spoke of leaving all this behind, but did she ever mean it? Not really. The cash came easily, and it meant more than anything to her. She kept selling her body, not because she had to anymore, but because she had grown addicted to the game- the rush of power, the easy money, and the sexual pleasures. The shame had died long ago, buried under the strange satisfaction of the thrill of being wanted and of surrendering to the desires of powerful men and yet holding power over the men who used her.

"I asked, how much?" Davis's voice was firm, and his face unreadable.

Mia hesitated, but then answered, "Well, you already know, dear. You have been bringing new customers to me for a while now," she took another drag of her cigarette, "I charge 5 dollars for a blowjob, 10 for one hour, and 25 for a whole night."

"Good," Davis stepped forward with a smirk and tossed a hundred-dollar bill onto her face, "I'll have you for the whole night. And yes, keep the change."

Before she could react, he threw his bag in the corner, closed the door, and began undressing. Mia stood frozen, unable to comprehend what was happening. But her son Davis, sat on the edge of the bed with his fully erect dick, waiting for her. She wanted to scream and yell at him. She wanted to kick him out. But she didn't do any of that. Instead, like an obedient whore, she picked up the hundred-dollar bill from the floor, kept it in her purse, and knelt before him. Her knees dug deep into that cheap carpet. She looked at him once, and he was staring back at her. His resolve was evident. He kept his hand on his mother's head guiding her mouth towards his hard cock. Her hands moved automatically, caressing his balls. He gasped as his mother's lips touched the tip of his dick. His grip tightened, and he pushed her down further. Mia didn't resist; she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him. She noticed that he was staring at her. Their eyes locked, and she saw hunger in his gaze. She had never seen her son like this. It was much more than just raw lust. It was power to control her in whichever way he wished. He continued looking down at her lovely face.

Mia was a gorgeous woman once. She had a lean figure but ample boobs. She still looked attractive, but now her face bore signs of struggle, addiction and sleepless nights. Lines creased her forehead and around her mouth, making her look much older than she was. At 36, she would look like she was in her late forties or maybe even 50. Despite everything, her long auburn hair remained her best feature- thick and long, cascading down her back right upto her perfectly rounded ass. She was dressed in a tight, low-cut, mustard coloured dress. The cheap material of the dress was quite evident, but it served the purpose of highlighting her assets to attract customers. She smelled of ordinary perfume and cigarettes.

He gasped and moaned as he watched his mother's head bob up and down, sucking his dick expertly. Davis held her lovely auburn hair firmly and pushed his hip upwards inserting his dick deeper. Mia choked; her eyes reddened and teary. She pulled out his cock to breath some fresh air.

"I didn't permit you to take it out..." Davis' words were as cold as a steel blade.

"Son..." she tried to say something, but words never escaped her mouth. She was genuinely scared of her son now. Strangely, she felt a surge of arousal, too. The way her 18-year-old son was dominating her was something very new, exciting and intoxicating. He held her hair tightly and pushed her head down on his penis. She took him deep, savouring the taste of his dick. Davis felt the heat of his mother's mouth enveloping his thick hard cock. Her expert tongue swirled around the head, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"Oh god!" He moaned, and his grip on her hair tightened. The soft sounds of her moaning were muffed by his thick cock. He felt himself growing closer to the edge. But he wasn't done yet. He had paid his mother for the whole night, after all! He gently pushed her away, her lips leaving his cock with a wet pop. He looked at his mother and waited for a whole minute before putting up a cold smile on his face.

"You are doing good..." He said to his mother, "But not the best. Service me as if I'm your most valued customer."

She smiled. The first shock of the taboo act had passed. She knew she was getting paid, and as a professional, she wanted to serve her client to the best of her ability. Mia wrapped her hand around his base, her mouth watering as she took him in again, this time with more enthusiasm. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing more dramatically as she deep throated him. With his tight grip at the back of her head, he moved his hips, guiding her in a steady rhythm that had her gagging. He watched her struggle, veins on her neck tightened. She looked up again, her eyes filled with immense lust for her son. That was an extremely hot moment. He picked up pace, his strokes growing more forceful, her muffled moans becoming more desperate. He could feel his orgasm building, she sensed his hard dick throbbing inside her mouth. She could feel his power and dominance. Her own son was fucking her mouth tirelessly. She felt another wave of arousal. Her hands moved in tandem with the movement of her tongue and mouth. The salty taste of his pre-cum filled her mouth. She could feel tension in his body, his muscles tightening as he struggled to control his orgasm. Her own arousal grew, her pussy dripping wet, as she listened to his grunts of pleasure.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Davis gripped her head tightly and thrust upwards one last time. With a roaring grunt, he came into her mouth. His hot seed filled his mother's mouth.

"Swallow it all..." He coldly instructed, and she obeyed without a word. He watched as his mother sat back, licking her lips, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. The room fell silent, and only the crackling noise of the table fan filled the room. She had so many questions but didn't have enough words to ask them to her son. She looked up at Davis. His eyes were filled with lust and desire. But this lust was of a different type, she felt. It was cold. She had been servicing men for a living for the past two decades. She had seen all types of men and their all types of kinks and desires. But what she was experiencing today was totally unknown to her. And that unknown lust was driving her crazy and was drawing her towards her son.

He looked down at her with a smirk, and she knew that this was just the beginning. She felt a strange mix of fear and exhilaration as he reached down and pulled her to her feet. His grip was firm and commanding. With a nod, he led her to his bed, and she climbed onto it, her heart racing. He stripped her bare, his eyes devouring every inch of her mature body. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly aroused. She had never felt so desired, so alive. As he climbed on top of her, she spread her legs, inviting him in, eager to see what her son's hard cock could do to her.

Their bodies collided, and she moaned as he filled her. He was rough, almost violent in his passion, and she loved every second of it. His teeth sank into her neck, marking her as his, and she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, digging her nails into his back. The pleasure was intense, a maelstrom of sensation that overwhelmed her, and she knew that she would never be the same again after getting fucked by her own son.

"Oh fuck!" She moaned loudly, "Dave... yes yes... oh god!"

"You like it, Mom?" he asked while drilling her, "you like your son's dick in your cunt?"

"Y... yes... yes... fuck me, son!" she screamed with pleasure.

He flipped her onto all fours, his hand smacking her ass as he entered her from behind. She arched her back, pushing herself onto him, urging him deeper. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room, mingling with their guttural grunts and gasps. He was relentless, pounding into her like an animal in heat, and she revelled in the feeling of being taken, of being used for his pleasure.

"Fuck me... Fuck me harder Dave..." Her breasts bouncing with every thrust, "Fuck me like you own me... fuck your mom!"

She could feel herself getting closer to the edge. She threw her head back, her auburn hair cascading down her back as she moaned his name, begging for more.

Finally, unable to hold back, he pulled out, ordered her to kneel before him. She obeyed without hesitation and he came, spurts of cum painting her face. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, as he held his cock out to her.

"Clean it well," He ordered, and without a word, she obeyed. She used her fingers to scoop up the sticky liquid and lick it clean. He watched with a smug smile, his chest heaving, as she savoured the taste of him. It was a declaration of his dominance, and she accepted it willingly.

"You are amazing, Mom!"

"T... thank you, son!" Mia stammered, still trying to make sense of what happened.

"No wonder you had such a loyal customer base..." He got dressed, "But this ends now. You won't sell your body anymore."

"What?" Mia lit a cigarette and took a drag, "What the fuck you are talking?"

"I mean, you do it for money, to survive. But you don't have to do it anymore. I have money."

"That's your money, Dave!" She scoffed and took another drag of her cigarette, "I won't stop working"

"Listen to me..."

"This is not up for discussion, Dave. You gave me money for my time, I sucked your dick, you enjoyed my cunt, now get the fuck out of here," Mia tapped the cigarette in an already overflowing ashtray.

"Your time? You sell your time for money, right? Let me buy your time."

"Are you high on drugs, son? What the hell you talking?"

"How much for your entire lifetime?" He leaned in with determination in his eyes.

Mia let out a surprised laugh, "Oh, Dave! My sweet boy! You can't afford me, baby..." She winked at him, "I'm the best slut in this whorehouse!"

"Just name your price, Mom!" His voice was cold and sharp.

"Alright," She pretended to think, "Let's do some math. Twenty-five dollars a day, 365 days a year, for, let's say, another twenty years..." She smirked. "That would be... I don't know... say around $200,000 may be. See, I'm too expensive for you to own."

Davis didn't blink. He calmly unzipped his bag. It was stuffed with cash. He counted a portion and placed it on the table,

"That's $100,000 for the next 10 years of your lifetime," He leaned back in the chair, "The next instalment of $100,000 shall be given to you by next month."

Mia's breath hitched. "Where did you get this kind of money?"

"I robbed a bank." His words carried no emotions- plain and cold.

"Son!"

"But, that's not important. I have bought you now. You won't sell your body to anyone anymore. Bad days are over. I own you now. For the rest of your lifetime now, you'll serve only your son and his dick." He pressed a soft kiss on her lips before walking out of the brothel, leaving Mia speechless.

That day in 1979, Dave crossed two lines- one with the gun in the bank, and the other with his dick in his mother's pussy. From that point on, nothing was the same.

Mia had been born into poverty, never knowing her father. Her mother had died young, and she was raised by her mother's friends in one of the whorehouses in Aydville. She had started working as a whore early on and never looked back. She prayed only one god- Money! She gladly sucked and fucked for it. Like other cheap hookers, she kept getting pregnant. Five children had been born to her, but only Davis lived. The others had succumbed to various illnesses, but Davis had fought to survive. She had never been a traditional mother. Davis grew up on the streets, fending for himself while Mia chased money wherever she could find it. By twelve, Davis was already bringing clients to her brothel, learning the art of survival from his mother's money-minded ways. Their strange bond had shaped him into the man he had become.

After his first bank robbery that day, Davis never looked back. His gang grew powerful, and one by one, he took control of every neighbourhood of Aydville. His empire spread across every corner of the underworld--extortion, gambling, brothels, money laundering--no illegal business was beyond his reach. On the personal front, after dramatically buying his mother's lifetime, Mia devoted herself entirely to him. She would spread her legs whenever he ordered. She would suck his dick like an obedient slut. Serving her son was her life goal now. And in return, Davis took good care of her. He gave her everything she had never had: a luxurious home, diamond jewellery, even a car with a chauffeur. With no need to work and more money than she could spend, Mia quickly slipped into a haze of alcohol and drugs. Davis didn't object. If this was the cost of keeping her close, he would pay it gladly--or at least that's what he told himself. To him, Mia was everything- his mother, maid, personal whore, and wife. He even wanted to put a baby into her. But doctors told him her body was too damaged by alcohol and drugs to ever conceive. He was disheartened but accepted it, and continued to fuck her in every hole whenever he found time. He would find calm in her pussy after a stressful day in the criminal world.

This twisted arrangement lasted for more than a decade, until one day, at the age of 46, Mia was found dead from a drug overdose. Davis was devastated. At just 28 years old, he had already become Don Davis Corenzo, one of the most feared and powerful crime lords in Aydville. Mia had been his soulmate--in whatever twisted way it might sound--and he couldn't imagine life without her. He mourned for days, lost in grief.

But life, as always, moved on. Davis was still very young, dynamic, and handsome, but above all, he was powerful and rich. From the elite escorts to the film stars, Davis would fuck any of the pussy. In the late 1980s, the mayor of Aydville, Carlo Fischer approached him. Seeking to solidify his influence, Don Davis struck a deal with Mayor Fischer- political protection in exchange for helping him in the upcoming election. At the time, Carlo's opponents were gaining ground, and most of the political pundits predicted Carlo's defeat. But in 1990, when the results were out, Carlo won the election with a bigger margin than ever before, thanks largely to Don Davis' money and muscle. In some areas, voting booths were captured, and the entire polling process was rigged. A journalist who tried to investigate it died in a 'car accident'. It was quite evident that without Don Davis' help, Carlo stood no chance. And now, he was sworn in again as the mayor of Aydville. Carlo was so overjoyed that he offered his daughter, Casey, to Do Davis to marry. Casey was young, stunningly gorgeous, and marrying the mayor's daughter came with obvious advantages. Davis accepted without any hesitation. No one bothered to ask Casey about her consent. And just like that, the gorgeous 19-year-old Casey Fischer was married off to the most powerful man in Aydville, Don Davis Corenzo.

Unlike the countless whores he fucked, Don Davis was utterly different with Casey. Though initially Casey was a reluctant teenager, he treated her with the respect that she deserved as his wife. She awakened something deeper in him- something tender and soft. Casey was undeniably beautiful. Her long, thick, black hair flowed like silk down her back upto her curvy ass; her skin was soft and eyes were wide, dark, and beautiful. Her full lips, often slightly parted, invited his kisses as naturally as her pink wet pussy invited his hard throbbing cock. His touch was always careful and soft, making sure she wouldn't dislike it. In time, Casey surrendered to his love, falling deeply for the man who ruled the Aydville underworld. The age gap of 10 years didn't matter now, their passion knew no restraint. He would undress her slowly. His hands would roam her curves with practiced ease- her full and supple boobs, the gentle arch of her waist, the warmth and wetness between her thighs. She would moan beneath him, her hair splayed across silk sheets, her back arching as he claimed her pussy again and again.

The encounters were wild, passionate and frequent. Sometimes they would be slow and elaborate, while sometimes there would be quickies. No moment or place was too sacred for their passionate and lustful fucks. She loved riding him in their grand bedroom, or sometimes he would bend her over his ebony desk and bang her from behind, or she would suck his dick in the backseat of his car. They had no shame in their hunger for each other. Sometimes at parties, they wouldn't wait for the room to get clear. Even at the centre of the crowded gatherings, they would kiss and touch each other, and he would slip his fingers under her laced dress to finger her. Once, at Casey's cousin's wedding, they started making out right in front of her entire family. Casey's mother was stunned to see her daughter displaying her blowjob skills in front of everyone. Davis even made Casey bent over the table where her father, the mayor of Aydville was sitting, and fucked her from behind. She loved every bit of it. The feeling of being owned by Davis in such primal fashion was intoxicating for her. Their obsession with each other was raw and passionate.

From these unfiltered, uncontrolled sexual encounters, a daughter was born. She came into the world with soft auburn hair, just like her grandmother Mia. Seeing that familiar shade stirred something deep in Davis, a twisted and erotic memory of his first love- his mother. The newborn girl was named Rose.

And so began the story of Rose- the centre of it all!