Chapter 245: A SON FORCED -2
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"But before all that can happen," Mara said running her finger's up and down Jason's bare chest. "Margret my dear run and fetch the aid kit we can't allow," Mara said studying her son. What he said was true, she had broken her husband and Margret with just her tongue. Oh she knew even if they didn't at the time. Yet what she just saw within her own son she hadn't expected. Mara had expected her son to break like his father did, however that look, that determination to force her hand. To make her submit to her desire, to make her submit to his will. Wondering if he could truly be no shaking that thought from her mind. "That's impossible, I wonder," Mara said to herself with a sinful smile.
"Jason here to stain the sheet's with his blood. That's my job!" Mara purred just hoping to be proven wrong.
"Fuck why am I getting off on this," Jason thought to himself. Mystified by how his body felt after their encounter. The strange gratification that washed over him as he forced his mother's hand. "How fucking sick am I," aghast how much he wanted more.
"Yes Mistress," Margret said, darting off to her room. To retrieve the spare kit that was in her closet. Stopping to look back towards her father's room, knowing he was sound asleep due the side effects of his heart medication. Ever since she heard her mother's moan resounded throughout the house. Margret had stood at his door in her favourite teddy, that her Mistress decreed that she wore when she went to bed.
Yet as she stood there as Mara pulled her panties out of Jason's mouth, after he had disrespected the Mistress. Which Jason deserved no one talk's to mother in such a manner. Ultimately when his defiance surfaced stirring something she hadn't felt since Jack went on his medication. Margret knew without a doubt her mother wanted Jason now more than ever. When Jason forced her hand they would never let him go.
"Now Jason will you behave or should I keep you bound to my will," Mara said lustfully her hand grasping her son's cock.
"I told you before you crazy bitch," Jason growled, looking down at his mother. "Is it wrong of me that I'm starting to enjoy it," Jason asked himself. "You can shove it," he said, smirking feeling the dull throbbed of his lower lip.
"I see," Mara said, seeing that spark of defiance. Yet she saw something else within the amber eye's of her son. "Wait it couldn't be, surely not," she asked herself. Clamping down on his stiffening cock, how she relished the whimper of pain that escaped Jason's lips. "I've told you before," she said straddling Jason's chest. "Those eye's! Yes how delicious!" Mara said a wanton purr rippled across her mind. "Was never to make your Mistress angry," she said daring him make her.
"And I've told you earlier. Fuck You! Go on get your fill this will be the last you ever get. I hope you enjoy these last few month's," Jason said waiting for his mother's response.
"Jason," Mara said, rubbing her clit along his cock. "Are you sure you're prepared for what's to come," her eye's fluttering as her muscle's twitched, quivering as her breast teased Jason's chest. She knew how he enjoyed it when this all started wondering how long could he resist.
"Bah," Jason said with a shooing motion with his right hand, as the handcuff clicked along the wooden post. "I think you overestimate your, and Margret's abilities," he said as Margret entered the room. Challenging his mother with a coy smirk.
"My, my," Mara murmured to herself. Catching the hints of his teasing, biting her lip devilish light played across her hazel eye's. "Margret see to his," she said, looking down to his hardening member. Her eye's running up his chest eyeing her handy work. "Injures I wouldn't want Jason to fester," Mara said slowly raising herself off the bed. Making sure those amber eye's followed her every move. "Once your done dear enjoy yourself," noicting the slight hesitation in her son's eye's. "After my shower, I'll cook breakfast, he'll need his energy." she said drifting off to Jason's shower.
Jason pondered how he was going to get himself out of this mess. He knew he couldn't stop his sister, yet it was afterwards that got his mind racing. He just had to distract Margret, wondering if it would end well for him. Watching as Margret's finger's rubbed the ointment along the scratches his mother gave him. The subtle glances of those green eye's. as his sister went about her work. As those slow strokes along his chest, the feather light touch Jason stifled his moan. Not to give in to the soft torture.
"So sis how's this going to play out," Jason asked, trying to make her to reveal her plan. "Are you going to follow like her," he said nodding towards his bathroom.
"I serve the Mistress," Margret said her eye's darting his rod then to his face. Before leaning over the bed, allowing her brother, to feel her soft warm skin as it ever so softly brushed against Jason's chest. "But I so want this," she purred her tongue teasing Jason to play.
"Then your going to have to take it," Jason said staring into his sister's eye's. He saw the indecision to act stilling her advance. "Hmm just maybe I can use this before it gets further out of hand," he said to himself. Jason watched as his sister scrambled off the bed before dashing into his bathroom.
"Mistress," Margret said over the water. "My I take Jason?"
"Of course my dear ravish that boy to your heart's content." Margret stood in the doorway her hand's teasing the hem of her teddy. Her mind just couldn't choose which fantasy she wanted to play out first. She wasn't going to dance like her mother at least not yet. Margret made sure he was watching, as her arms rose, lifting the teddy off her shoulders. Seeing Jason's reaction ignited something within. Something that yearned to be taken as only she could.
"Jason do you know how many time's I've dreamt of this?" As much as Jason would have liked to tell her no and that he didn't care. He needed to throw her off guard so he could slip away once this was all over.
"From what you wrote in your fan mail I can discern somewhat of you want to do," Jason said not missing the sudden sparkle in her green eye's. At the hint of that he knew what she wanted granted it wasn't hard once he flagged her and his mother's fan mail. "Know thy enemy and all that," he said to himself. "I'm going to take a stab at this and say after the fourth book that's when you know," Jason said dropping the hint. Which wasn't hard to know from the increase of her mail since that book came out.
"Oh yes," Margret said her finger's softly dancing across his skin as she walked around his bed. That stalking predatory demeanor had him on edge wondering how long she was going to play this out. How Margret's heart fluttered when she heard that, that he had known all along of her desires. "Jason are you saying that you read all my letters I wrote to you?" She said, leaning over the bed, her green eye's were ablaze with the fire's of her lust.
"Yes," Jason said, yet he wasn't about to tell her that he only done that. So he could use them as leverage if the need arose. As he watched his sister raising her knee onto the bed Jason knew this was it. His sister was going take him as his mother had done, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop it. It was obvious to Jason they had thought about this for awhile now and they weren't about to stop. His back pressed against his headboard as Margret started her forward movement to have what she desired for so long.
As much as Jason wanted nothing more than to run from that room. His eye's couldn't look away from his sister's naked body as she prepared to pounce on her prey. The feather light touch along the back of Jason's cock, as Margret loomed over his bound body sent devilish glee throughout her body. The soft moan she heard escaping her brother's lips sent her over the edge. She knew without a doubt what she was about to do. Regardless if he wanted to or not her hunger could no longer be restrained.
"Jason," Margret said her finger's wrapping around his heated member. Smirking as she watched as his body betrayed what his mind didn't wish to feel. "Please don't hold this against us yet if you know about our fan mail. Then you know how long we have wanted this," she said, her hand increasing it's pace along his length. "I am sorry that it had to be played out like this, or maybe I'm not," shrugging her shoulders feeling her brother's body tremble beneath her touch.
"We will never hurt you, you can be sure of that," Margret said as she lowered herself his blood engorged head staring up at her. Tempting her to taste the beads of precum as they seeped from the depths of his core.
"Fuck!" Smiling inwardly as his moan flew from his lips as her mouth engulfed his rod. Her tongue swirled around his oversensitive head, feeling his thigh muscle's quivering beneath her hand. Her body was on fire as she held the entire length of his cock within her hot slick mouth. Feeling his rapid pulse against her tongue before slowly bobbing her head. Tasting the residue her Mistress, upon his skin, how it ignited her core running her hand down her stomach.
Margret's moan filtered around his shaft as her finger's skimmed along her velvety pink lips. Her eye's flickering up seeing Jason's body was on the brink as much as she wanted to swallow every last drop. There was somewhere else she wanted his seed. She knew there would be numerous other time's to experience what his sperm would taste like on her tongue. For now it was too important to make him realize that they were only meant to do this for him. That no other could ever please him as they plan to show him. Margret just wished there hadn't been a need to force his hand.
Straddling his chest, feeling his cock sliding between her ass cheeks as her hand's ran up and down his chest. Letting him feel the heat, the wetness of her mound as she teased him. She wanted him to last once she had him within her. Yet she knew he was a virgin or was before this night. So it fell to her to teach him endurance at least her mind seemed to think so.
"Jason I know you never experience, having a tit in your mouth," Margret said, leaning over her nose brushing against his. "Would you like to suck on mine," she purred as she pushed her chest into his face. As much as Jason wanted to look away from the heavenly orb's that hanged before him. That just simply wasn't possible when her light pink areola's stood in contrast to her tanned skin. Her erect nipples brushing against his lips taunting him to partake of the forbidden fruit.
"Should I," Jason's mind raced as the consequences if he did peppered his mind. "Then again wouldn't this play into my hand," Jason asked himself. Yet then again, what if he liked it as he had when his mother had forced herself on him. He couldn't hide the fact that his body found their touch very enjoyable. That was something he just couldn't lie about. His amber eye's looked up at his sister watching him intently.
Jason heard Margret gasped as his tongue darted out flickering her left nipple. Dancing around her areola noting how his sister's body responded to the sensation.
"Yes Jason that's it," Margret cooed as her brother's lips plucked at her nipple. How she loved it when her tits were played with, yet the incredible pleasure to have her daydream finally become real. Margret simply couldn't hold back her orgasm as her brother sucked, nibbled on her nipple. "Fuckkkk! Jason!" She heard the air rush out of his lung's as her leg's locked around his rib cage. Feeling her juices dripping onto his chest as her climax subsided. "God how long have I wanted you to do that," Margret said breathlessly. Jason tried not to roll his eye's he had to keep that part of himself from showing.
Allowing them to think that he was growing comfortable with all of this. Just so he could slip away the first chance he got. Now that this was set in motion Jason just had to figure out where he was going to stay. He knew he couldn't stay with one of his friend's that would be the first place they'd looked for him. Then hotel's were only choice that was left open to him given that he already disclosed his grandmother's involvement in his schemes so far. Jason just hoped he could resist whatever he felt when Margret had her fun with his body.
"Jason," Margret muttered, getting his attention. "Won't you give in and end this I want to feel your hand's on me," she said tugging on his cuff's.
"I told you before Margret you're going to have to take it," Jason said in a monotone voice. Sighing closing her eye's yet she couldn't be angry with him. She knew it was working while rather slowly than she had hoped it was working nonetheless.
"As you wish Jason," Margret said with a bit of sadness. "I promise you, you're going to grow to enjoy being with us," she said positioning her brother's head at the entrance to her paradise. As much as Jason wanted to refute those word's he doubted he even could.
Jason sucked in sharply as his sister lowered herself onto his rod. The grip her muscle's had on him, surely would have been the death nail for him if he hadn't already came twice earlier. Margret didn't move growing accustom to his cock deep within her canal. Allowing him to feel her muscle's tighten and loosen around his shaft before she started to move. She wanted him to feel everything she had to offer. From her tightness, to the warmth of her womb as it sought to be one with his appendage.
"Isn't that just a pretty sight," Mara said from the doorway to the bathroom. How she wanted that cock of his back where it belongs yet he needed time to recover. Time that she would be using to draw up ways for her son to bow to her will. "Margret why don't you turn around let Jason see that fine ass of yours as you ride him."
"Yes Mistress," Margret said obeying immediately. "Jason won't you watch," she said, looking over her shoulder. It wasn't as if he could look away as Jason watched as his sister slowly rose and lowered herself back down onto his rod.
"So tight," Jason said through clenched teeth. "Fuck!" he moaned as his sister's hand cupped his ball's.
"That's it Jason," Margret said increasing her pace in increments. She wanted every inch of her womanhood to memorize the feel of his cock. To know that now it belong to him whenever he gave in. "Let me please you as you have done to us all these month's," Margret said over the noise of the spring's.
"That's it baby," Mara said running her hand up his thigh. "It's ok to fill your sister with that hot cum," she said, tilting Jason's chin so he could look at her. "We are both on the pill so no need to worry about unwanted pregnancy, just relax and enjoy that tight cunt of your submissive. Let her give you what you need," Mara said, bending down kissing him hungrily.
"Fuc...." Jason moaned as he felt his cock erupt.
"Yes that's it so deep," Margret said her body trembling as she felt her brother's seed filling her womb.
"Can I take a shower now," Jason asked as Margret lifted herself off his deflating cock.
"Are you asking or telling," Mara asked, studying his face for any deception.
"Both," Jason said, putting on the air of indecision.
"You promise that is all you're going to do," Mara said, pushing her face inches away from his. Studying those defiant eye's of his knowing they couldn't be trusted.
"Yes," Jason said, hoping that his mother believed his lie.
"I suppose so," Mara said, walking over to his desk where she set the key for the handcuffs. "Plus those sheet's will need to be changed Margret see to that while he's showering. When you're done I want you downstairs where I can watch you," she said, biting her lip just waiting for the day. When he would be between her leg's as she cooked. Yet he said nothing she knew her son, he had something planned. Mara was greatly interested to see it unfold.
"There," Mara said, freeing his right hand, yet not letting go. Handing the key to her daughter who mimicked her action's. "Now Jason before you take your shower we want you to feel us as we have felt you," she said placing his hand on her tit. Mara was quite surprised when Jason began to lightly squeeze, as he did the same to his sister. Nodding to her daughter watching Jason's eye's darted between the two of them as his hand's moved lower. "Go on Jason feel us, feel how wet, we are standing here before you. How the thought of you filling us," Mara said, pushing his finger's deep into her channel.
"Remember Jason this is only for you," Mara shuddered as she pulled his finger's out of her mound. Knowing this was going to be on his mind for sometime long after his shower. "Now why don't you think about that while you're in the shower. Then maybe, just maybe we won't be needing these anymore," she said tugging on the handcuff.
Jason stood silently in his bathroom as the shower roared behind him while he listened to his sister went about her task. The sweet humming of his sister pulled at him hearing her satisfied content of what they had just done to him. Shaking that thought from his mind right now he needed to be focused on one thing and one thing only. Escape! It was obvious to him eventually they would get what they wanted. As good as it was Jason just couldn't cross that line, however much his body wanted it. As his sister's footsteps faded away Jason quickly dashed from his bathroom blocking the door to his room. He knew he didn't have that much time.
Before one of them would be coming to investigate that sound. Dawning on what clothes he could in a hurry, grabbing his backpack, heading to the window as his heart stilled as the footsteps grew near. "Fuck!" Opening his window, he didn't care if it was loud or not he couldn't stop not now as the handle of his door began to turn.
"Jason open this door right this instance!" Mara commanded her fist pounding on his door.
"Right just one second," Jason said smirking as he stepped onto the roof.
A week had passed since that night, hotel hopping was finally catching up to him. Always worried they would have somehow found out which room he was in. Resting his head against the cool surface of his desk as the morning light filtered through the blinds of his classroom. Breathing out a sigh, glad it was Friday and he could just sleep for the next two day's. Grunting as he felt his phone vibrate for the thousandth time today. Pulling out his S7 which normally he didn't do when he was in school yet he wondered if his agent was trying to contact him. On the status of his newest novel.
Ignoring his classmate's shocked looks at the sight of the $700 phone. Then again, they didn't know he was loaded, which was all the pleasing to him. Scowling at the text his sister had sent him. Quickly shutting off his phone he didn't need his sister's naked body on his mind when he was in class.
"Dude how did you get that," asked Jason's classmate that sat next to him. His sandy brown hair spiked at odd angle's around his head, his hair gel working overtime to keep it aloft.
"I paid for it," Jason said, rolling his eye's stupidity of the question.
"Yea I get that I meant what kind of job do you have so you could afford it," he said in a low whisper.
"Self employed," Jason said, hoping it would end at that.
"Right you don't look like a dealer," the girl to the left said chiming in. Jason looked over studying the teenage girl she was like all the ones before her. Which only made him smile as he looked down catching the glimpse of the name of his ninth book peaking from her purse. Leaning over to whispering in her ear who he was pointing down at her purse. Jason had to keep his chuckle from escaping as her eye's went wide with shock. "Your fucking with me right."
"Nope signed the contract for five more last week," Jason said turning his attention back to his problem. Sleep! Or what one could call sleep dozing at his desk.
"Hey!" she whispered, looking towards the front of the class. Hoping the teacher hadn't heard her, she wasn't about to get one of her mother's favorite book's taken away. She watched that amber color, eye peering out through the strand's of his black hair. Waiting for her to continue so he return to his slumber. "Could you possibly sign it for my mom," she asked waiting for him to respond yet he remained quiet. Her eye's caught the movement of his hand, waiting for her to fill it. "Could you make it out to Carol," she said hiding her glee. How her mother was going to flip as her finger's traced along his name.
As the bell rung she waited until he started to rise. She hoped she could walk beside him pestering about his character's, plot line's, the idea's on how he came up with so many book's. To her surprise he didn't to mind at all as they walked down the crowded hall's. When she started on which character she liked best the slight smile she saw to her amazement she found attractive.
"Yea I liked him too but then again, I have to," she heard him say as they left the crowded halls for the serenity of the park benches. "Liked Mark better though well not what was written in the book of course, which just made him look like a douche," Jason said watching her nodding in agreement. "After the editors got done with it the concept of Mark that I had when I wrote it was long gone. And you," Jason said, stopping drawing a blank on her name.
"Mary Ann but you can call me Mary," she said, smiling at him watching him dig through his bag.
"Mary were left with a douche as a male contender for the leads affection's," Jason said, sighing remembering he had drunk his soda last period. "That wasn't my attention from the start yes, he was supposed to be an ass, yet the unresisible kind that just grows on you."
"I see," Mary said recounting the story wondering how it would play out now that she knew. "So I see your new one is coming out later this year," she said, twisting her water bottle in her hand's. Mary hated herself now after realizing he wasn't what she took the strange quiet kid that sat next to her to be. At the time she and her girlfriends had a good laugh about it. Now however, she wondered how many of them would sleep with him just because he's famous. Winching inwardly knowing she would have been one of those to fall into that category.
"Actually it should be out in late March or early June," Jason said looking off into the distance.
"Oh why's that," Mary asked, hiding her own surprise, she had already preordered one.
"Well my agent and the publisher's asked if they could move up the release date seeing how many preorders they had gotten so far," Mary didn't miss the smile she thought it suited him very nicely. "I mean it's only been a month since they released the news that it was coming out. But then again it's my reader's that make me famous so early release it is who am I to deny them," Jason said shyly looking over at her. Smiling as he noted the reddening of her cheeks. "But it's cool I won't tell anyone," winking at Mary. Mary squirmed in her seat she thought she had covered her tracks. Wondering how he could have figured it all out, as she about to ask how he knew all that. The school's intercom blared overhead announcing that he must report to the office.
"Fuck me what did I do now," Jason groaned.
"Oh a little trouble maker you are," Mary said teasingly as she watched Jason gather his thing's. "Hey you wouldn't mind if I get a picture of us together."
"What turn down the chance to be seen standing next to a beautiful woman heaven's forbid," Jason said, laying down his gear as Mary hurried around the table.
"Mom you won't believe who I just met!" Mary said as she watched Jason disappear behind the door.
Jason froze in his tracks as he saw his mother and sister staring him down. Those eye's always on him, always hunting him, always devouring him. About to spin on his heel to flee from their all consuming gaze when a hand grasped his shoulder.
"Fuck me," Jason whispered. "Hello Jack," he said without needing to see that it was indeed his father.
"Hey son you had us worried," Jack said roughly pushing Jason forward to his mother. "What were you thinking not coming home for a week," he said shaking his head in disbelief.
"Umm how about not being raped in my sleep," Jason said over his shoulder.
"Well give your Mistress what she wants, then you wouldn't have to worry about that," Jack whispered into his son's ear. Jason wasn't about to give her that not when he knew what she did to her submissives's. If he was going to have sex then he rather be on his own term's not his mother's.
"I see your lip has healed," Mara said, taking hold of her son's chin studying his face. "Good now it can be put to proper use."
"Fuck you Mara," Jason said in a low hiss. "How did it feel knowing you couldn't break me for a week." The grip on his face turned alarming as her eye's narrowed seeing that fire once again flare back to the surface. She was a fool for allowing him too be alone that night she was to confident in her skills to think he was truly breaking. It would seem to her she had many, many more nights were needed to train her son. "I bet beneath that cold exterior your getting wet thinking about that night," Jason said pushing his luck.
"Would you like to find out," Mara said, growling an inch away from him.
"Me personally no but let's have Jack here do it for me," Jason said not caring what his mother did. He knew for now she wouldn't dare bring attention to herself that would just raise questions she didn't want answered. "Well go on old man lift her skirt tell us what you find."
"Well, well," Jason didn't care for the smile he saw on his mother's face. "Bring him along, oh and Jason," Mara said, stopping looking back at him. Jason swallowed hard as he saw the evil light in his mother's eye's. "Your grounded for the rest of the school year," laughing as she watched her son's jaw drop.
"Fuck!" Jason said in a anger filled moan.
"Did you get my text," Margret asked, sitting far too close to Jason's liking.
"If you mean the bombardment you sent yes," Jason said, looking out the window as the school disappeared.
"Did you like them," Margret said her hot breath against his skin. Her cheek twitched, her eye's narrowed growing impatient with his continued silence. "Did you like them!" Margret growled in frustration as she turned his face to look at her.
"I plead the fifth," Jason said under the intense glare of his sister.
"That only work's in court Jason," Mara said, twisting atound in her seat. Seeing that sinister light in her eye's caused Jason to sink further into his seat. "From now on, only yes and no answers will be forthcoming from you."
"Fuck you Mara!" The slap that resounded the Porsche's interior was not who Jason excepted it to originate from.
"You," Margret seethed pushing her face into Jason's. Grabbing tufts of his hair, making those shocked eye's watch her. "Do not speak so rudely to the Mistress! Have we not made it clear to you by now!"
"Kiss my ass Margret! Get your crazy ass off me," Jason growled, pushing Margret off of him.
"I did tell you my dear sweet Jason you shouldn't anger me for it's not I that you face alone," Mara grinned madly as she waved to her two submissive's.
"Fuck! Why do I find that so fucking hot!" Jason asked himself. "Has she stepped up her game because I said no. Or was it because I forced her hand," he pondered hoping his mother hadn't seen his look. "Very entertaining Mara now how long did that take you to come with, a little disappointed if that was the best you can do. Oh well there's always next time," Jason said, trying out his plan. Enjoying seeing that tick in his mother's right cheek. "Dance for me," Jason said to himself. Tilting his head, looking at his mother wondering how much he's going to enjoy this. "I told you before my will, will not be broken by you, you old crazy bondage whore."
"You speak as if you plan on disobeying your Mistress as if it's a passing thing!" Jason could have sworn he could see horns sprouting from the look his mother gave him.
"Jack is that the look Mara always gives you," Jason said ignoring his glaring mother. " Interesting look Mara that the best you got."
"I see," Mara said turning around in her seat. How she loved the defiance she saw in his eye's.
"That's kind of a given seeing how I'm grounded for the rest of the term. What did you think I'll just walk blindly into your little scheme. I told you before you make take this body."
"Are you sure you want to go down this road if you come willingly I'll forgive all of this."
"Yea yea blah blah," Jason said shrugging his shoulders. Knowing the gambit was a risk, yet Jason was oddly intrigued by the prospects of the outcome. "Must we go this all over again," Jason said his voice trailing off.
"Of course a proper Mistress always asks for consent," Mara said pondering on his punishment.
"Yet that didn't stop you a week ago," Jason said catching her off guard. "Now was that what a proper Mistress does to the unwilling." Dread filled his mind as Jason saw his street sign.
"Jason if I was worried about that we would have been arrested by now," Mara said, smiling wickedly as she saw their house in the distance. "You had a week to file charges against us yet not a peep out of you now why is that I wonder," she asked turning to look at him. "Is it because you still see us as a family or that you actually enjoyed that evening. Both are possible I'm curious to which two is the right call," she said as Jack pulled into their driveway. Jason waited in his seat so they could enter that house first yet Margret hadn't moved from her spot. Nor had his mother who sat patiently in her seat waiting for Jason to make his move.
"Jason diner won't make itself if we are all sitting out here," Mara said resting her purse on her lap.
"Well I'm not stopping you," Jason said eager to escape.
"But you see you kind of are," Mara said peering over her shoulder. "Did I forget to mention you are to go no where alone. Either I or Margret will take you to school and pick you up, you are not allowed to be alone in the house so one of us will be sleeping with you. To ensure that you don't go missing for another week," Mara said, giggling as she felt his anger. "So why don't you get out and I'll fix lunch," she said in a motherly smile.
"Fuck!" Jason groaned gathering his bag slamming his door stopping his sister's advance. "Crazy ass women," he grumble as he marched into his home.
"Where do you think you're going," Mara asked as Jason headed towards his room.
"Where do you think woman," Jason growled hatefully at his mother.
"One you will lose that attitude," Mara said, gliding along the hardwood floor. How her womb clenched as those eye's bored into her. "Or I could always fetch my paddle would you like that Jason," she asked her finger's running along the back of his hand. Noticing how he didn't pull away from her a surge of hopefulness spread through her body. "Now Jack will watch you while we get changed," Mara said feeling her daughter behind her.
Huffing loudly as Jason sank into the chair across from the couch knowing how it's been defiled. Watching as his father turned on the TV as if nothing ever happened. True they never got along well yet Jason just couldn't see why he was following Mara's command's.
"You know she'll be easier on you if you gave in," Jack said offhandedly not looking at his son. "Just a suggestion," he said, shrugging his shoulders. Jason said nothing as his father flipped through the channels contemplating on what his next move was going to be. Jason had to stop himself from ogling his mother and sister as they came down in nothing more a tight t-shirt and thongs. Wearing no bra underneath given how he watched their breast bounced as they walked. In their hand's his heart fluttered hoping they wouldn't have done what his mind screamed.
"Jack why don't you head out and pick us up some lunch," Mara said leaning over her husband's shoulder. Letting her son see the title page of his newest book as the paper tapped against Jack's chest. "I just don't feel like I can take my eye's off of Jason for a second," she said, nibbling on his earlobe all the while her finger tapped the paper to get his attention. How she enjoyed seeing that look he cared nothing about how she draped herself over the couch. It was what she held in her hand that got more rise out of him than she thought was possible.
"Now Jason," Mara said, walking around the couch knowing bending over in front of him, placing the stack of papers on the coffee table. Watching as she ran her hand's over her cheeks as she rose knowing where his eye's were looking. "Isn't this much better," she said, lowering herself onto the couch. Raising her left leg allowing him to view of her cover snatch. "Margret come sit," Mara said, patting the seat beside her.
"Mistress may I put on some music," Margret asked bouncing on her heel's.
"Yes lovely idea," Mara said, reaching for the TV remote. Mara watched her son's eye's following Margret as she walked over to the sound system she had taken from his room. Noting the fury she saw as Margret lifted the sheet that was covering it. How his nails dragged along the armrest as he watched his sister toy with his procession. "Music will be better while we read this fine work."
"So you raided my room, took thing's that didn't belong to you," Jason said in a animalistic growl.
"Jason relax," Margret said, standing in front of his stereo. Smacking her ass to draw his attention as her song began to play. Watching her son as Margret danced around the room observing how his eye's studied every curve of his sister.
"Margret I'm sure Jason has never had a lap dance why don't you give him one," Mara said, knowing her daughter she was only waiting for her to give consent.
"Jason relax," Margret said, stopping three feet away from him. With her back to him bending low her hand's running up her inner thigh. Feathering out as she reached her covered womanhood, pulling it to the side flashing Jason Mara smiled as she watched as he repositioned himself. Wondering how her son would take the news of the next rule of his punishment. She would wait till Margret was done before revealing that to him.
Jason's eye's lavished on his sister as she rose through the air. The arch of her back, the firmness of her ass as her toned legs pivoted to spin her body around. Prying open his leg's with her foot running her finger across his lips, letting her taste linger on his lips. Placing her knee's on each side of his leg's feeling the heat of his erection against her mound. Slowly beginning to grin on his lap, leaning forward so that the only thing Jason could see was the rise and fall of her breast. As she moved her hip's in time with the music. Her cheek brushing against his, her breath hot in his ear as her pace quickened as her core began to quiver as his rod rubbed against her lips.
"Jason don't you want to touch me," Margret said her left hand tugging teasingly at the hem of her shirt. Jason watched it dance along the cotton fabric as her right moved through her chestnut hair, pushing it up as Margret played her her left breast. "Don't you want to feel me quaking underneath you," she said leeringly feeling her thong becoming soaked as she neared her climax. "I bet you didn't know I'm about to cum," Margret moaned, leaning back using Jason's leg's for support. Increasing her speed knowing her juices were soaking into his pants. Taking his hand pressing it against her clit guiding his thumb around her harden pink bud.
"Yessss," Margret screamed as her orgasm hit holding his hand tightly to her mound. So Jason could feel every contraction, every jolt her core sent throughout her body. "Don't you love how I feel as I cum for you," she said, breathing heavily as her forehead pressed against his. Her tongue flickering out teasing his lips, watching as he bit down on his lower lip as her body slid through his leg's. Kneeling before him, her hair cascading around his lap. Feeling his body tremble as she brushed against his protrusion, licking along the wet stain of his pants tasting herself and her brother.
"Jason do you want to cum," Margret purred, stroking his member through his jeans. "All you have to take it out and I'll make sure you never have to do it again," she said her finger's twitching against his thigh.
"It's ok Jason if you choose not to but look at her," Mara said from the couch. "Don't you see how much she wants to pleasure you," she said, arching an eyebrow at his stubbornness. "How much we want to pleasure you," smirking as Jason watched as she pulled aside her thong. Jason thought he was saved as Jack entered carrying in the tray of food. "Jason don't think because your father has returned that you're off the hook. Margret here isn't done with her dance and we won't eat until it is. However I'll give you a little wiggle room, if you want this to end all you have to do is take that out," Mara said pointing to his tent.
"And?" Jason asked, knowing there was always a catch.
"Do what boy's your age do seeing how you're not man enough to fuck us," Mara said taunting him. "Beat that meat until you explode, however you can only do this with one of us in the room. If you break this rule you will be punished," she said somberly.
"Right," Jason said, rolling his eye's.
"I'm not joking Jason this is part of your punishment for running away for a week," Jason's body went cold under his mother's stern look.
Yet it did nothing to deflate his throbbing member.
"Your enjoying this aren't you," Jason sighed, looking down at his disloyal appendage. A light tap on the growing stain of his pants was it's way of saying, "Fuck yes I do you idiot! Now set me free I want to play!" "If I don't then what?"
"Then my dear sweet Jason you will very uncomfortable for the rest of your time here," Mara said swinging her leg's off the couch. "Because if you think this is all I have planned," she said coming behind Margret. Pulling her shirt over her head Mara hid her smile as her son fidgeted in the chair. "Then you grossly underestimated me," Mara said her hands running up her daughter's chest. Cupping each breast, pinching her nipples as she toyed with Jason.
"M...istress you know how that makes," Margret panted quickly.
"Shh I know let mother take care of her beautiful daughter," Mara lustfully before passionately kissing her. Jason stared in awe as he watched their tongues explored each other, the way Margret moaned as their mother played with her breast. "Shall we show Jason how beautiful you are," Mara didn't wait for her reply before slipping Margret's waistband from her hips. Sitting in front of Jason Mara patted her leg's telling her daughter where to sit. "Would you like for Jason to see how wet you are for him," Mara whispered into Margret's ear.
"Yes Mistress," Margret said, biting her lip offering no resistance as her mother's leg's spread her's open.
"Look Jason and see how you affect us so," Mara commanded as her finger's skimmed along her daughter's lips. "That's it baby grind on my finger's show Jason that gorgeous face that he's missing out on!"
"Yes, yes right there harder Mistress!" Margret squealed as her mother's finger's pressed against her g-spot. "Mistress your going to make me cum," she said through heaves of ragged breath. The slickness of her sex could only be heard as Mara's finger's became coated with her daughter's cream.
"Jason you sure you won't fuck us," Mara asked giving her son a sly glance, seeing his hand slipping down to his pants. "It's ok if you don't but it is your lost," she said inserting another finger into her daughter.
"Fuckkkk!" Margret's body stiffened, her muscle's rippled, her folds clamped down on her mother's finger's as her body gave in to her orgasm. Moaning as Mara renewed her effort as her climax subsided peering through lashes as the sound of a zipper echoed around the room. "That's it Jason let me see it," Margret begged licking her lips as his rod left the confines of his underwear.
"I'm only doing this so I don't get raped tonight," Jason said in protest. Yet he couldn't deny the fact he was so turned on by the show. Mara said nothing as she watched his slow strokes along his cock. Biting her lip to keep herself from throwing herself at her Master. To take that hard rod deep into her mouth to feel it explode coating her throat with his seed. Her eye's couldn't look away as his hand became a blur working himself to completion. "Where should I shoot this," Jason asked between grunts.
"On us Jason," Margret said through labored breath's. "That is where it will always belong," giggling as she watched him duck walk towards the table as his pants fell to his ankle's. Margret had to fight herself from not taking his pulsating member into her mouth as his precum dripped onto her heated skin. Mara pushed against Margret as the first ribbons of his sperm flew from the tip of his head. Her tongue darted out in hopes to catch his salty morsel. Yet as she looked up it was those eye's of his telling her she would be denied once again. As Jason stood there panting, for breath his cock pointing at her begging to be cleaned. Mara felt his body jump as she swallowed his deflating member, her tongue swirling around his head cleaning off the last drop of cum. She felt the light smack on the back of her head peering up as his head fell from her lips.
"That wasn't a part of your order now was it," Jason said, looking down at her knowing she had broken her own decree. "If I break your so called rule's and I get raped. Then shouldn't there be a punishment for you seeing how they're your rule's?"
"Fuck yes! Punish me Master!" Mara screamed out in her mind. Feeling her womb clenching thinking about how his hand's on her ass would feel. How the pain of her punishment worked it's way into her core, causing her channel to grow moist in anticipation.
"Jack!" Jason said smiling as he zipped up his pants. Jason watched as his father stood in the doorway wondering why he came so obediently. "What's Mara's punishment to you if you break her little rule's."
"The paddle," Jack said matter-of-fact.
"Then fetch it, I wonder how mother will like it." Mara had to hold back her moan as her body came from the thought of her Master punishing her. "And you Margret go clean yourself up," Jason said taking command which seemed oddly simulating to him as he walked back to his chair. "Did I say get up," Mara's heart pounded so loudly as she just knelt there frozen. Those amber eye's cutting her to the bone as he rested his head in his hand. She knew at that moment he had control now more than ever how she yearned for him.
"Ah good Jack let me see it," Mara watched as her son turned the three foot paddle over in his hand. Examining the instrument of the year's of use she had brought about her own form's of punishment with the device. "So how many does she hit you with this if you infringed on her rule's."
"Five is the max," Jack said remembering his encounter with it from last night.
"Then five it is," Jason said, handing the paddle back to his father. "Well here get to it," smirking at his father's blank stare.
"But Jason you're meant to do it," Jack said nervously looking between the two.
"No that's what she wants Jack," Jason said, looking at his mother noticing that cheek ticking away. "Well we haven't all night," he said, waving for Jack to begin. "Oh one more thing Mara lose the panties and bend over," Jason said with a sinister smile. Mara's body began to shake as she got into position in front of her son. Yelping as the first blow landed scowling when it was no more painful than a playful smack. "Harder!"
How Mara's heart raced as she listened as her Master barked out his command. "Fuck yes, more," Mara moaned as the second strike fell across her ass. She was so close looking at her son as he watched as the third blow rained down on her then the fourth. She knew it was coming, she did it every time she was spanked Mara wondered how her son would think of her if he saw her squirt. Her finger's dug into the carpet as she heard the air whipped around the paddle. "Fuc..I... cum," was all Mara could get out before her mound sent forth a steam that landed five feet away.
"Wow did you know she was a squirter," Jason asked his father who looked as dumbfounded as he was. Leaving his collapsed mother in a heap on the living room floor. Jason had to get out of those clothes for one it smelt like his sister. His mind was already having trouble keeping those thoughts at bay, he didn't need a reminder.
"Jason," Mara said with a pain filled wince. Her hand rubbing the soreness from her ass as she leaned against the doorframe. "You were told not to be alone, you know the rules," smiling hellaciously at the sight of Jason's near naked state. "Are you prepared," she said, stepping into his room.
"Shall I tell you or should I just spring it on you," Mara said stalking towards her son.
"Yea, yea let's just get this over with shall I get the paddle," Mara waited for that moment to pounce. Jason was too startled to form any amount of resistance as his mother's tongue pushed itself into his mouth. Tasting his warmth as her tongue explored his, her arm's pulling him further into those traitorous water's he could ill afford to wade through. The heat of her body as it pressed into him, the softness of it stirring something within that Jason would rather not feel about the woman. Yet he couldn't stop his arm's as they wrapped around his mother. "No don't give in, this is what she wants," Jason said to himself once his mind became coherent. Narrowing his eye's as his left hand began to rise, Jason wondered if this would be enough to get his mother off of him. Mara tossed her head back, releasing a pain/pleasure filled moan feeling the sting of his hand.
"Yes," Mara said in a horse whisper. "Stop teasing me Jason and just fuck me, I know you want to," she said pushing her son onto his bed.
"Fuck you Mara," Jason said, rolling to the other side of the bed to keep her at a distance. "Did you enjoy your spanking it seemed like you did," he said, dodging her lounge scooping up the clothes he had set out. "Well I hope you enjoyed your exercise," Jason chuckled as he sped down the hall. Breathing heavy as he hid in the garage hastily dawning on his clothes. Ensuring that he had his wallet Jason didn't think he could sneak back to his room to retrieve it.
"Jason! Get back here and finish what you started!" Mara screamed as she raced around the house.
"Fuck damn it," Jason said, cursing to himself. Looking around for his old tennis shoe's he placed in there just for emergencies. "Well a deranged mother hot on my heel's surely does qualify," Jason said as he dug furiously through the disused item's they stored there. "Finally," he said, sighing as he slipped into the restricting shoe's. Tiptoeing toward the side door to the garage wondering if the hotel still had his room open. Slowly opening the door, hoping Jack had oiled the hinges. "Fuck me," Jason groaned as Margret stood there waiting for him.
"Sorry about this Jason," Margret said, putting the Taser gun against his chest. Pulling his body back into the garage peering out the door, to see if they had attracted any unwanted attention. "Mistress!" Margret called out as she closed the door when she was sure they hadn't been seen. "I found him," she said as Mara looked down at her unconscious son. Jason woke with a jolt as the pounding of his head threatened to bring him under again.
"Finally awake good," Mara said, resting against his right side.
"Jason I'm sorry about tazing you," Margret said cuddling up to him. "You shouldn't have run now you'll be punished," Jason had a feeling he wasn't going to enjoy that smile he saw.
"For what not wanting to fuck this dungeon freak," Jason said shaking his head. Finally noticing that his clothes had been stripped from his body, leaving only the boxer's he had on. Then the cold metal of the leg iron's as they bound his ankle's together. "Oh come on really!"
"Did you think you could just run away again," Mara said not looking at him. "You think I'll let my affections go unanswered," she said setting down the stack of paper's. "That you my dear Jason could ever escape from your Mistress again."
"That was the plan," Jason said, resting his head against the couch staring at the ceiling.
"Are we so bad that you rather run away then fuck two willing women. That want nothing more in this world then to please their," Mara stopped herself, she just couldn't utter the word openly. "So from now on you will wear nothing but your boxer's," she said, her hand running up his chest seeing the slight movement within his short's. Pressing her chest against his arm so it would rest between her breast. "And you are no longer allowed to relieve yourself," Mara said, smiling devilishly at his shocked frightened eye's. "If ever you need that done one of us would be happy to relieve you of your pain," her cupping his soft member through the cotton material.
"Would you like that Jason," Mara cooed. "Would you like to see my hand gliding over your cock," she said, claiming his lips as her own as she felt his cock responding to her touch. "To see that white hot salty goo coating my hand as you erupt," Mara said, slipping her hand between the slit of his boxer's.
"Nope!" Jason said, pushing himself off the couch. "I want something to eat." Mara could only smile as she watched her son waddle into the kitchen. And so that was how his weekend played out for Jason. Yet the throbbing pain of his male member would go unsatisfied for the time being. He wouldn't cross that line not that he wasn't tempted every morning. The sight of his mother or sister curled up next to him in the mornings was a Herculean effort not to give in. However there was his shower and hand, which he used about four time's a day.
"Hello Jason," Mary said cheerfully as she sat down next to him as the class was about to start. "Hey I know you normally don't meet fan's," she said, squirming in her seat as those amber eye's looked at her.
"Well no I don't but," Jason said leaning into her. "I mean how many women want to know that an 18 year old guy got them aroused," he said whispering softly in her ear. "Then again I could be wrong," Jason said, pulling away shrugging his shoulders.
"Well that's true," Mary said her red hair spilling out hiding her blushing cheeks. "I was hoping if you didn't mind my mother would like to meet you. I know its all sudden, but her birthday is today and you're one of her favorite author's."
"Ah say no more," Jason said smiling warmly at her. "I'll be happy to help out where would you like to meet. It will have to be tomorrow though if that's ok with you?"
"Really! You mean you'll do it," Mary said in shock disbelief.
"Sure why not it be good to get away from my house for awhile."
"After school I could take you to my house," Mary said her hand's fidgeting beneath the desk.
"I won't get mauled will I," Jason whispered to her a mischievous light playing across his eye's.
"What no!" Mary said, looking away. "Well I can't guarantee what will or won't happen," she said, peering out of the corner of her eye. Seeing the same smile she had dreamt of since Friday.
"So since I can't come over today, would you like me to call her."
"Yes please," Mary said finally able to look at him. Wondering if he knew what they planned to do once she got him to her house. As the bell rung nodding his head telling her to follow. Jason felt everyone's eye's on him as he walked beside Mary. Which wasn't strange seeing how they both ran in different group's Jason began to wonder if he just got elevated to the ranks of hero's among the nerds at his school.
"So what's your last name anyway," Jason asked while Mary pulled out her phone.
"Winston," Mary said, glancing over at him as she pulled up her mother's number. "Mom are you busy?"
"No Mary is something wrong," Ms. Winston said her voice echoing over the line.
"No, no it's just that someone wanted to speak with you," Mary said handing her phone over with trepidation.
"Hello Ms. Winston I hear from your daughter that I'm one of your favorite author's," Jason said holding the phone away from the ensuing howl.
"It can't be, you can't be Kevin Sol," Ms. Winston squealed with pure joy.
"Kevin's my pen name you can call me Jason. So I hear today is your birthday, Happy Birthday Ms. Winston," Mary watched on biting her nail's as she saw that genuine smile.
"Thank you so much you have no idea how this has made my day! Call me Beverley, please there's so much I want to ask you," Beverley said trying to control her excitement.
"Glad to have put a smile on your face on this special day. I'm sorry I can't answer your questions today, but I'm sure there be other chances to do so. Now I have to go catch my ride have a good day Beverley," Jason said handing Mary's phone back to her. Telling her mother to hold on in a low whisper as she watched him rise from his seat. "I hope she liked that," Mary couldn't stop herself from thinking how adorable his shyness was.
"Oh she does you shouldn't worry about," Mary said, reaching out touching his hand."Thank you for doing this," she said smiling sweetly at him.
"Hey not a problem," Jason said, lifting his backpack to his shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said over his shoulder before he disappearing into the shadow's of the building. As Jason grew closer to the front entrance his nerve's were on edge, his mind sought distraction's to help cope with what was to come. As the breeze tugged at his clothes there, leaning against her car stood Margret. Dress in a white lace halter top her pink areola showing through the nearly translucent material. His eye's running down her bare flat stomach the afternoon sun flashing off her ruby encrusted navel ring. Roaming down to her tight Daisy Duke short's noting how the confirmed to the contour of his sister's hip's. Jason could only imagine what her ass looked like in that outfit. "Fuck me!" Jason moaned inwardly feeling his cock stir at the sight of his sister.
"I hate you, you know that," Jason growled as his growing member. "Yea, yea but did you see her I'll give you anything if you just bend her over the hood right now!" Jason could have sworn he heard his voice scream that out in his head. "Nope not going to happen," Jason said, giving his condolences to his hardening cock. "Then you're dead to me!" Jason just rolled his eye's at it's anger filled word's.
"Jason!" Margret said with a exuberant smile. Running up to him as he drew near, throwing her arm's around his neck inhaling his scent. Longing for the day's when she could spend her time alone with Jason. Smiling, feeling his arm's returning her hug, gooseflesh across her skin as his fingertips skimmed along it's surface. Biting down her yearning to feel those hand's in place's that was only meant for him. "Come the Mistress is waiting," Margret said, whispering into his ear. Seeing the gaping mouth's of the jock's her eye's narrowed at the sight of their shock. Who thought her Master was any less than what they were in her mind Jason was the only one worthy of her devotion. Her hand's ran down his chest before pushing away, turning around walking around the front of her car.
"Those thing's should be outlawed!" Jason said to himself as he watched his sister's ass rose and fell with each step.
"Come on Jason," Margret said over her shoulder smirking seeing where his eye's were lingering.
To Be Continued.
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