Part two of Mary and Thomas's affair, with an addition. The story may or may not upset some religious people. There is no intention to do so.
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Thomas had been thinking a lot lately and it was about his sister, his torrid, and at first none consensual affair with his mother, had settled into just a torrid affair. Where neither of them could get enough of the other sexually, not least of all Mary. Her son had turned her into a daringly, and and willing, she hated to use the term because of her religious upbringing, Slut.
There was nothing she wouldn't do for him, and there was nothing he didn't do to her, even taking her ass, she had begged him not to, but he had brushed her protests aside and taken it. And now Mary loved it, when he was in her ass pillaging it, she squirmed in sheer embarrassing pleasure and delight.
She had a secret wardrobe now, away from her husband's prying eyes. Thomas had selected most of it but now she was starting to buy her own, all with Thomas in mind. In the day she had started to wear a little make up for him. "Thomas you have saved me," she told him one day lovingly, "I am finding the real me, the one your father has suppressed all these years. I know I have been weak, and I know he has tried but he has lost his way. And I know him well enough to know that his life is set on the path he has chosen, and he will never be diverted from it, never!"
"I know that mother, and I am planning our future without him," he told her.
"What do you mean Thomas?" she asked, intrigued.
"Listen to me while I explain some thoughts," he said, "First we cannot leave Hannah behind in what we do, I want her to make this journey with us, me and you mother."
"I don't understand Thomas, take her with us, what do you mean?"
"I want us to take a holiday, you, Hannah and me, into the mountains," he said, "father has that huge cabin that he rents out, and I have found out it is empty. He goes away next weekend on one of his church trips. You can ask him to let us use the cabin for a spiritual relief for a few days."
"But Thomas, what can we do there that we can't do here, and Hannah, she will get in the way maybe?" Mary was thinking purely of her need to be alone with her son.
"Mother don't question me please, just do as I ask, and hopefully, all will be revealed, now just ask him." Mary acceded to his request, and she was amazed to learn that Ronald agreed with Thomas's request, saying he much needed spiritual guidance.
So the scene was set, Thomas packed all he hoped he would need for his deeds and tasks. Hannah would be brought into his world, one she knew nothing of. His beautiful virgin sister, who never even had a boyfriend was not just a sexual virgin, she was a virgin in life too. One that Thomas intended to teach her something of.
He knew she was interested in boys, she had told him of a couple who made her giggle. Thomas had told himself he would make her do more than giggle. But Hannah was intention al on being the virgin bride, but there had been a cloud behind her eyes when she had told him that. "This father talking," Thomas told himself, "not Hannah."
Hannah was as tall as her mother and more beautiful in every way, she also had the fabulous body, and soulful needs, of a young woman. She had felt the changes in her, from girl to teenager, to the young confused beauty she now was. She knew something was missing from her life, and she wished with all her heart that she had the confidence and knowledge that her beloved brother had. Although she would be aghast at the carnal life he was leading, and with her mother too!
Through his mother Thomas made the arrangements, Hannah was more than happy to be going along and spending quality time with her older brother. So on the Friday morning they set off in their large SUV. Thomas had double checked his rucksack, nothing could be left to chance. He had been on the internet and located a draft for Hannah, one that had cost a lot of money, but success had been guaranteed.
In it he had that, and eight sets of reasonably thick, but soft pliant rope, each with a formed noose, or slip know on one end, about ten feet long. Duct tape, and blindfolds, he didn't know yet what would come in handy for his tasks, "but better safe than sorry," he reminded himself.
The cabin had three large double bedrooms, all en suite, it was very secluded in ten acres of land. It had been fully stocked for them, the rooms aired and ready for use. They arrived in the early afternoon, and carried their things in, Thomas took the room his mother nor Hannah wanted, it didn't matter to him, he didn't think he would be using his anyway.
They settled in, he turned the radio on, there was no TV, his father would have none of that. But Thomas had his tablet which was always connected to the net, no matter where he went. They all went for a long walk, and Mary couldn't stop herself from touching him, her hands would not obey her. By the time they retired Mary was beside herself with the need for him.
After the lights were out Thomas counted to fifty, then his mother slipped through his door and closed it behind her, he smiled. She dropped the latch to keep it locked, she was home free! She dropped her robe to reveal herself, she looked so magnificently sexy. Her heels were high, her stockings eld up on nothing but tiny strips, her miniscule thong hardly covered the now shaved pussy. Thomas made her call it that now.
Her hair was brushed down, swinging around her firm slim shoulders, her tiny bra hardly holding up the wonderful fleshy firm orbs. Her bold nipples were looking out over the top of them at him. She had make up on. And Thomas stared at her in wondrous admiration for her. "My woman," he said, "who are you Mary?"
"I am your woman Thomas, and I always will be. You have made me whole again darling. God will smile on you for your lifetime, and the hereafter for this I assure you." Mary's strongly held beliefs were still there, but she had come to terms with being her son's slut, (his words) She had prayed to God for his forgiveness and guidance, and he had.
Now Mary went to him, knelt at the side of his bed and said a prayer for them both, and Hannah too. Then she tore the thong and bra off herself, "You have no need for these Thomas have you?" she asked blushingly. He laughed at her, grabbed her, threw her over on to her back and mounted her roughly, this, he knew, was what she wanted. To be shown who he was, as if she didn't know by now. But Mary did love being treated this way, to her it showed her his love for her.
Thomas used his mother most of the night, he never asked for anything, he made her do everything. He filled all three holes with his cum and he marked her for the first time, leaving bites and hickeys everywhere. He was showing his dominance and control of her. Mary almost died from sheer happiness.
The next day Thomas told his mother of some of his plans, "and I don't want you to question me mother, this is very important, not only for you and I, but for Hannah too okay?"
"Yes Thomas, what do you want of me?" she asked.
"I have booked you into that motel ten miles back, and I want you to stay there until midday tomorrow please," he said looking her straight in the eyes. "So get a few things, don't let Hannah see you and go, now!"
