Jason arrived home much earlier than he initially planned. After all, he had hoped to spend a few hours "breaking in" the new place with his eighteen-year-old little sister.
Instead, she'd seriously pissed him off and ruined the whole evening.
Well, to be fair, she hadn't ruined anything. The truth was that Jason may have overreacted. A bit.
Either way. He was home now, and Evie should be a couple of hours behind. Hopefully, they'd be able to have some fun after she arrived (and showered).
Being home early, Jason was unsurprised when his mother, Janice, called out to him before he could make his way upstairs to his bedroom.
"Jason, hello, sweetie. I'm so happy to see you; I wasn't sure when you'd be home. Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" Janice asked, wiping her hands on a towel and beaming at her son from the kitchen doorway.
"Hey, Mom," Jason replied with a tired smile.
As Jason considered the situation, he hat to stifle a chuckle. He was a twenty-three-year-old man who had never been in a romantic relationship.
More accurately, until very recently, he was a twenty-three-year-old virgin.
Like most men his age... Hell, like most men in general, sex was one of the primary driving forces in his life.
For a decade or more, thinking about sex, dreaming about sex, and despairing over his lack of sex, had been a constant in his life.
A few months ago, after a highly realistic hypnosis-induced "dream," Jason had come to realize that he saw his mother as a sexual object.
He was intensely attracted to her and her incredible forty-three-year-old "mom bod."
So much of his actions since then had been focused on the goal of corrupting that woman and turning her into his willing sexual plaything.
Things had gone well, very well. And while progress was still to be made, the hunger in his mother's eyes--as she looked at her son with such eagerness--was a testament to his current success.
And that's what Jason found so funny.
There, ready and waiting, was the woman he'd been lusting after, consciously for several months and subconsciously perhaps for years.
But all he wanted was to head up to his room and get some work done before his other love interest, his younger sister, was ready for her turn in bed.
He never, in a million years, would have thought that one day he would feel like he was getting too much sex.
Realizing his mother was still waiting on his response and considering that he was, in fact, a little hungry, Jason finally said something.
"Yeah, sure, Mom. I could eat."
"Wait," he added a second later, noticing the rather pleasant aroma in the air. "Did you cook?"
For years Jason had been the primary--more like exclusive--family cook. Jason was shocked that his mother might have actually prepared a meal.
"Yes, I did," Janice replied with some pride in her voice. "Well, yes and no."
Jason just looked at his mother quizically, prompting her to explain.
"Well, with the new distribution of chores and with how much you're now contributing to the household," Janice started, referencing Jason's commitment to pay for some home repairs and upgrades, "I figured I should pick up some of the cooking duties.
"After all, I'm no stranger to the kitchen.
"It's just been your responsibility for...," Janice stopped talking and looked at her son, realizing she was treading on thin ice.
"Anyway...," she continued. "I've decided to do more of the cooking.
"However, I don't exactly have time to spend hours in the kitchen each night."
That was a fair enough statement. While Jason resented that he'd been saddled with the cooking on top of all his other duties, the reality was it had made sense.
Everyone else had work and school; he was the only one with the time to cook.
And, though he wasn't quite ready to admit it to the family just yet, he actually enjoyed cooking. And he was good at it.
"So," Janice continued, "I didn't make dinner for tonight. Instead, I decided to dip my toe into 'meal prep.'"
"Meal prep?" Jason asked, feeling rather perplexed. "You mean like freeze-dried, zombie apocalypse food?"
"Haha, oh goodness no," Janice chuckled good-naturedly. "I mean making a bunch of food at once, portioning it out, and freezing it.
"With everyone's crazy schedules, we only get to eat together a couple of times a week anyway. I thought it sounded like a good idea to try it out."
"Yeah, no, that makes a lot of sense," Jason said.
"Well, since I knew both of your sisters would be out late this evening," Janice went on, "I decided to do the first batch tonight."
"I already ate," she said, handing Jason a takeout-type container filled with vegetables, rice, and--based on the smell--some curry seasoned chicken.
"Smells great," Jason said honestly as he took the plastic bowl from his mother.
"I've already got it portioned out," she said, indicating the counter covered in similar containers, "but it's still hot. So enjoy."
As Jason moved to the table to sit, he noticed his mother glance down at herself, particularly her dirty apron. A look, something like embarrassment and panic, came over her.
"Oh, I uh... I need to talk with you," Janice said, pulling the apron off and hurrying out of the kitchen. "Enjoy your dinner; I'll be back in ten minutes."
Then a second later, and from down the hallway, she called out, "Don't go anywhere!"
Jason finished his dinner in just a few minutes, but not wanting to upset his mother, he decided to wait for her return.
Unsurprisingly, her ten-minute assessment came and went. Though slightly annoyed, Jason decided to give Janice a bit more time.
Finally, closer to the twenty-minute mark, Jason heard her bedroom door open.
Seconds later, Jason's breath caught in his throat, and his heart skipped a beat as his mother walked back into the kitchen.
She set a small gift bag on the counter, stepped forward, and struck a pose.
Gone was the apron.
Gone too was the modest business-appropriate attire the apron had been protecting.
Instead, she wore lingerie. It was something new, or at least new to Jason. Dark pinkish in color with black trim, the garments were all lace.
Scanning up his mother's form, Jason first took in the thigh-high stockings.
She wasn't wearing shoes, and likely preconditioned by porn, Jason noticed their absence. Even so, the sight of her lace-covered legs and thick thighs were enough to get the blood flowing to his groin.
Next, he took in the garter belt. It perfectly accentuated Janice's spectacularly wide hips.
In fact, the way it emphasized the contrast between her narrow waist and her curvaceous lower half was one of the sexiest things Jason had ever seen.
Further, the inner arch of said undergarment created the perfect frame with which to highlight the fact that his mother was not wearing any panties.
As he took in the sight, something about her full, thick bush was so enticing to Jason. It was itself like a piece of lingerie, covering the most intimate places while hinting at the pleasures hidden beneath.
Her bra ensconced Janice's modest and matronly breasts in a lace ring. A ring because the center of each cup was missing. This put Janice's nipples--the thick, long, and currently engorged nipples of a woman who'd breastfed three children--on full display.
Even twenty minutes hadn't been enough time for Janice to do her hair. It remained in the slightly disheveled state it had been when she left for her room.
But, Janice clearly hadn't wasted that time, for, in addition to the effort of changing her clothes, Janice had completely redone her makeup.
Well, not exactly. As Jason appreciated the dark eye makeup and heavy lipstick, he could tell it had been a rush job.
She looked crazy sexy, no doubt. And Jason was thoroughly impressed with all that she'd accomplished.
He didn't, for a second, want to disparage the work she'd done. No, if anything, he simply wondered how much better it could be if she wasn't pressed for time.
"Well?" Janice finally asked after Jason had stared at her for a full minute.
"Oh, wow, Mom. You look...," Jason was at a loss for words.
Janice smiled seductively as she closed the distance with her son. Then, looked up at him with hooded eyes--an effect greatly enhanced by her copious, dark eye makeup.
She paused for a few heartbeats before she asked her son, "Do I look slutty? Do I look like your whore?"
Several times during the heat of their sexual encounters, Jason had referred to his mother as a slut or a whore.
Janice hadn't liked it at first, but Jason seemed to enjoy it. And--mainly due to her hypnotic conditioning--she needed to (indeed, she had begun to crave) submit to Jason and satisfy him. So, it seemed, she had decided to embrace the often derogatory slang.
"Fuck yeah, Mom. You look so hot! I love it," Jason exclaimed.
"I can tell," Janice responded in a sultry tone as she placed her hand on the bulge in Jason's pants.
Her touch brought his awareness to what his hand had been doing. Entirely outside his conscious awareness, Jason had been gripping his stiff cock through his pants as he ogled the sex object standing before him.
Janice took over, stroking Jason's cock through his pants as she pushed into him, forcing him to step back. This caused him to bump into the chair he'd been sitting in just moments ago.
Then, placing her hands on his shoulders, Janice gently encouraged Jason to sit. Which he did, plopping back into his seat.
"I was so worried about you today," Janice said with genuine concern in her voice.
"Huh?" was all Jason could say in response as he stared at his mother's magnificent nipples just inches from his face.
"You like Mommy's nipples, don't you?" Janice said, a mischievous grin on her face and apparent in her voice.
With that, she placed her hand on the back of Jason's head and pulled lightly. It wasn't a demand, more of a gentle invitation.
An invention that her son eagerly accepted.
She cooed and groaned loudly as Jason took his mother's left nipple into his mouth.
"Uh, oh yes, baby. Suck Mommy's sensitive nipples."
It took Janice a moment to remember what she had been saying as she focused on the pleasure Jason was giving her. Eventually, though, she continued where she'd left off.
"Yes, I was so worried. I didn't get a chance to see to your needs yesterday," Janice explained as Jason switched to her other nipple.
"Ohh, ahh... I know you have needs," she continued, "and as your woman, I want to make sure those needs are met."
Of course she did. Her current hypnotic programming was conditioning her to "need" and to "crave" satisfying and submitting to Jason.
"I was so concerned that I went out at lunchtime and bought a few things... for you... for us," she added.
"Like this lingerie?" Jason asked as he ceased feasting on his mother's scrumptious teats.
