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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.