Chapter 31

Jason lay on his bed without looking up at the door. He could hear the furtive sounds of his aunt creeping into his room - edging closer to him. He smiled to himself at her cautious approach; he did so enjoy how she acted around him.

Jason wasn’t sure how he was feeling right at that moment. He had been fucking Karla in the ass - an incredible experience that he didn’t think he had given as much emphasis to as he should have. On top of that, he had began to take his mother in her rear as well. A small shiver ran through him as he remembered what she had looked like on all fours - bent over and ready for him as he had started to force his cock past the tight ring of muscle.

But then Emma had called.

He was actually amazed at how quickly he had turned his attention from sodomising his mother to talking to his girlfriend. It really said a lot about how he felt about her that she could pull his focus like that so quickly. He gave a crooked smile at the thought of trying to explain to Emma that he liked her so much that simply talking to her made him forget about fucking his mother in the ass.

That would be one hell of an interesting conversation.

He sensed a presence standing by his bed and turned his head to look. Sarah was standing next to him; lovely and subdued - the barest hint of a tremble in her limbs. She was naked - that was pretty standard these days in this house - and she had her arms crossed in front of her belly.

Jason eyed his aunt speculatively. He had asked his mother to send Sarah into his room on a whim - he hadn’t actually planned anything. Still - she did look lovely standing there in the dim light of his room.

“Come here.” Jason said easily, moving towards the other side of the bed so that there was room for his aunt to join him. He was suddenly feeling very tired - there were worse things he could be doing than holding a sexy woman in his arms while drifting off to sleep.

Sarah nodded once to her nephew without speaking. She gracefully slid herself onto the bed; turning to face away from Jason before shifting herself backwards until he was spooning her. Jason placed an arm around her waist - resting his hand on her smooth belly. He took a deep breath into her hair and playfully pressed his hips into her rounded buttocks.

He felt her tense and smiled to himself - her reactions always made him feel so ... powerful. Jason wasn’t fully hard anymore, but he was sure his aunt could still feel his cock pressing between her ass-cheeks.

“How are you, Sarah?” Jason murmured softy. He moved his hand idly around - trailing his fingertips over the soft and vulnerable skin of her stomach.

“Fine.” Sarah replied in a small and tight voice. Even though her voice remained tense, Jason could feel her body began to relax as he caressed her gently. “I thought you’d be busy all night.”

“Why’s that?” Jason asked curiously. He was now dragging his fingertips from her hips up to just under her breasts.

“I could hear you.” Sarah said, her voice going a little breathless as her nephew ran his hand over her torso. “It sounded like you were in for a long night.”

“Did you want to join in?” Jason teased her gently. This was such a big change from how he used to to interact with her. He still found it arousing to abuse and torment her in some ways - but he truly didn’t feel any antagonism towards his aunt anymore.

“No!” Sarah said explosively, shuddering slightly.

“You say that, but you forget how I’ve seen you.” Jason said playfully. “I’ve seen how hard you cum when you’re subjected to -”

Jason slipped his hand higher up to cup one of her breasts. He squeezed it firmly - just on the verge of being painful.

“- some more extreme fun.” He finished. He heard his aunt gasp and moan - whether at his words or his manhandling of her breasts he didn’t know. He relaxed his grip on her tit and started to fondle it more gently. “I know how much you like it.”

“It’s not that I like it.” Sarah mumbled. She placed her hand over his and gripped his fingers tightly as he groped her breast.

“Really?” Jason asked, surprised. He knew from experience how hard his aunt came when he was being rough with her - hell, even from when his mother was being rough with her. He looked at the Ring on his finger; ever since he had claimed his aunt permanently as his, the colour of her gems hadn’t altered in the slightest. She couldn’t lie to him. “What do you mean?”

“I like being with you.” Sarah said in a breathless and tiny voice. “That’s all.”

“I see.” Jason said distantly. Such a turn around. He kissed Sarah absently on the back of the neck - feeling the shiver than ran through her body against his own. He thought that perhaps he hadn’t been entirely correct in his assumptions on how all these different bindings worked. He had assumed that the various attributes that were chosen were how the woman liked to be treated - that it was how they wanted to be treated. But maybe that wasn’t quite right. It was how they responded to him, sure. But could it be that they wanted to be with him because he was the one who had bound them? That while they responded to Jason that way - particularly when he increased the strength of a various attribute - that wasn’t all there was to it? “I see.”

Jason rolled onto his back, taking his hands off his aunt’s body. It made sense actually. Complete sense. Couldn’t he laugh and talk with Karla almost like normal one minute - even get relationship advice from her - and then use her like a submissive toy the next? That their were two sides to how they acted meant that he had been the one projecting and forcing his mother and aunt to act a certain way.

When he had first bound Sarah, he had used and ordered his aunt around like she truly was some timid and broken sex-crazed slut. He should have realised that that wasn’t the case from moments like the time she had snuck into his room uninvited. Sarah definitely responded strongly to stimuli that stoked her fear - but there had been moments of almost tenderness between them that belied that.

As for his mother - had he shown any interest at all in her since he had accepted the fact that he had bound her besides sex? Was it any wonder that she was focused so strongly on providing increasingly depraved carnal experiences for her son when that was all he had ever shown interest in?

Jason remembered the stumbling first steps he had taken with his mother - the excitement of their ‘dates’ on the couch and the building anticipation between them - and contrasted that memory to how he had acted with her ever since. He had been viewing his mother’s behaviour as first a problem and then as an exciting kink for so long that he had missed the point entirely - her behaviour was his fault.

He felt the harsh prickle of unshed tears in his eyes as he realised the closest he had been to being tender with his mother had been tonight when he had started to sodomise her. He had been so focused on the increasing perversity of his mother that he had completely missed the fact that it was him. It was all on him.

His mother, aunt, and teacher were bound to him - not the other way around.

“Jason?” Sarah asked hesitantly. She turned around and propped herself up on one elbow so she could look down at him. “Are you alright?”

“Shit.” Jason said, giving out a long shuddering sigh. “I’m really sorry, Sarah.”

“What?” His aunt said, surprise evident.

Jason slipped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side. She tensed initially at this unexpected movement but relaxed far quicker than she usually did. He could feel her breasts press into his chest, and she draped an arm across his torso - nestle her head in under his arm.

“I’ve treated you pretty badly - haven’t I?” Jason said softly, his lips nestling against the hair on the top of her head.

“Um. Not really.” Sarah said in a strange voice. She flexed her fingers - pressing them lightly into his chest. “Um. What’s wrong?”

“I have.” Jason insisted. It was all so obvious to him now. “I’ve been cruel - only thinking about myself. I haven’t been ... gentle with you - have I?”

“Oh.” Sarah said softly. Her soft lips were resting on his chest and they tickled him as she spoke. “It’s been ... good as well though.”

“Really?” Jason said, somewhat incredulously. He raised his head so he could see her better. From his angle he couldn’t see all of her face but from what he could see he could tell she was blushing slightly.

“Yeah.” Sarah said. “What Helen - when I was with your mother, when you gave me to her for the night, I didn’t like what she was doing to me. At all.”

“Oh. I thought you liked it.” Jason said quietly. “I’m really sorry - I’ll make sure you don’t have to go through anything like that again.”

Sarah gave an exasperated sigh and propped herself up again so she could look her nephew in the face.

“Look, I don’t want to go on about it.” She said awkwardly. Her face was bright red and she caught her bottom lip in her teeth. “I don’t know how to say it. But all that stuff. Everything that’s been done to me -”