The Binding Rings

Jason sprung away from his aunt - guilt, panic, and fright all vying for control.

"Quick!" He hissed to Sarah urgently. "Get upstairs and hide - make sure you act normally if you come down!"

His aunt looked like she wanted to say something or other - the urgency of the situation didn't seem to concern her as it did him - but Jason eventually succeeded in getting her up and moving; he had to basically shove her up the start of the stairs until she got the hint and went of her own accord. That - coupled with the exertions and excitement of what he had been doing beforehand - meant he was red-faced and breathing heavily when his mother came in through the front door.

"Jason." Helen said, surprise and a touch of concern filling her voice. "What's the matter?"

"N-nothing!" Jason said, his voice higher pitched than normal. His eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out. If he hadn't heard her car, what would she have walked in on?

"It doesn't look like nothing." His mother said, coaxingly. "What's wrong?"

Jason just mutely shook his head. He knew he looked guilty and flushed, but didn't know what to do.

"Is it - is it Sarah?" Helen asked hesitantly. "Did something happen?"

"No, seriously it's nothing." Jason blurted out. "Sorry, I have something to do - I'll be back later!"

At that, he almost ran past her in his haste to get out the door; escaping from the concerned look on her face was all he could think of.

Jason walked aimlessly, thinking furiously. That was so stupid - what was he thinking doing something like that downstairs; did he want to get caught? He had to face the reality; he wasn't skilled enough at subterfuge to expect to hide something as momentous as a secret affair with his aunt - his mother was too perceptive to not notice. He honestly thought that the only reason she hadn't twigged what was going on between them was that it was so outlandish it would never occur to anyone. But with enough close calls and odd behaviour ... she would start adding up all the strange circumstances, and want to know what was happening in her house.

He knew that the answer to his problems was right in front of him; he could give his mother a ring.

But he could never ...

Jason shuddered at the thought of controlling his lovely, perfect mother. Fantasies were all well and good, especially in the heat of the moment, but taking away her free will like he had done to Sarah ... the thought of her beautiful face twisted up in fear ...

But maybe ... there seemed to be a certain element in play with the rings; masking the wearer from noticing the effects of the ring. At least Sarah didn't seem to remember putting it on; as far as he could tell she didn't seem to be aware that she was even wearing it. And she certainly didn't seem to notice anything strange or different in what was happening between them. She was acting in response to programmed stimuli - even when the effects had lessened; as they had when he got home this afternoon, she didn't seem to find anything odd with the memory of jacking off her nephew the night before. If this effect worked for the rings in general ... perhaps this would work across all the wearers of the silver bands?

He could be careful. Sarah was scared and aroused by him, but he had already seen that her old personality was still in there; the same person she had always been. It was more that she had been triggered to react around him a certain way. He would never use the same attributes for his mother; no matter how the thought of making her lust after him filled him with a twinge of excitement and arousal.

He knew his mother loved him - that went without saying. If he activated the Love attribute ... that wouldn't change anything surely? Particularly if he didn't go too far. All he would have to do was give her a ring, and then he would be out of this mess.

But one attribute wasn't enough, he would have to choose a second one. Otherwise he ran the risk of accidentally activating one. He remembered how quick and easily he had chosen the modifiers for his aunt and shuddered. He would have to be really careful.

The only one left was Obedience.

That made him feel uncomfortable in different ways from the concept of making his mother lust after him, but Obedience seemed a more active choice than a passive attribute like Lust. Regardless of what he did, his aunt would find him arousing - unless he purposely let it lapse of course - and that affected her behaviour. But obedience ... it wasn't like he went around ordering his mother to do things! In fact ...

He could tell her to not be concerned with whatever was going on between her sister and her son! Jason started to feel excited as he thought about the possibilities. The more he considered it, the more it seemed to fix all his problems. He could use the ring to cover up what he was doing to his aunt, and apart from that one element of control, his mother would be unchanged from how she was normally.

This could work.

Now that he had decided on a plan of action, Jason made his way back to his house, feeling much more relaxed and confident. He had started to come to terms with the power he now had with the rings - using another to fix the problems caused by the first didn't seem to be a bad idea at all to him. The only stipulation he had was that he would examine the information in the box to make sure it would all go according to plan.

He walked in the door to find his mother pacing worryingly in the from room. She looked up in relief to see her son home. Jason steeled himself internally while plastering an easygoing smile on his face - this first part required a bit of acting.

"Honey?" Helen asked hesitantly.

"Yeah mom?" Jason said as though nothing was wrong and had ever been.

"Are you okay?" His mother looked nonplussed, this not being the scene she had been imagining.

"I'm fine!" Jason said, his control cracking for a moment and his voice raising slightly. Wild inspiration struck him, and he started inventing madly. "I mean, I'm good. I just had a surprising text. I um, maybe took your advice with Emma."

"Oh!" Helen looked surprised, but happy. "That's great!"

"Yeah."

"Oh." Helen said again, remembering that her son had looked very out of sorts when she had got home. She continued, worry creeping back in. "Did everything go alright?"

"I'm not sure." Jason shrugged back. He was amazed at his own brilliance in coming up with this. He wished he was this quick on his feet all of the time.

"Well, I'm sure it will be all fine." Helen said firmly.

"Then why do you look worried?" Jason teased her. He couldn't believe he had deflected this all so well!

Helen laughed at her son's joke, weak though it was. It was clear that she was just relieved that nothing serious was the matter. Her laugh rolled out in a gentle cascade of mirth, filling the space between them intimately.

"I will always worry about you honey." She said. "But I know you'll always be fine. And if you aren't, I'll always be there for you as well."

She walked forward and enfolded him in a soft embrace. Jason hugged her back, enjoying the close moment with his mother - one that he had been avoiding for far too long; ever since he had started being so acutely aware of how beautiful and sexy she was. It was ironic that having so much crazy stuff on his mind - the rings, his aunt, and what he could now do - made him able to enjoy the hug with his mother without obsessing with how nice her soft curves felt pressed against him.

After this, Jason didn't have any difficulty in excusing himself and heading upstairs. He had plans to perfect. Before he went into his room, he glanced down towards his aunt's room - the door was closed. He hesitated, glancing back down the stairs; it sounded like his mother was in the kitchen. He had defused the situation he had found himself in, but he had left Sarah in quite a state when his mother arrived home. He decided that he had better check that she was okay in case his mother wanted to talk to her or something.

Jason made his way to his aunts door as quietly as he could, and let himself in. As soon as he took in the scene he knew he was right to be concerned.

Sarah was in much the same state that she had been in when he had left her. Worse.

She was laying on her bed - nude - and was gently writhing in a languid and sensuous manner. She was masturbating, her mouth open as she silently panted. The entire room reeked of arousal and sex.

Sarah glanced over and saw that her nephew was standing in her bedroom. Her eyes widened in recognition, and she stretched out an arm towards him, reaching. She spread her legs for him, parting her thighs wide; a welcoming invitation. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and her smooth rounded limbs glistened. Even though he was concerned at the situation, Jason went rock hard at the sight.

He hurried over, batting away her reaching arm impatiently, avoiding her attempt to snag him between her legs. She gave a soft cry of disappointment at his rejection, coupled with an undertone of fright at his casual striking of her.

"Jason ..." She said. It was a way she has never said his name before. It was full of longing - not affection. But it was softer, and kinder than she had ever spoken his name before. This - along with Jason having exorcised much of his anger and frustration at his aunt earlier - made him feel uneasy. It was an intimate moment that he never thought he would ever have with her.

He quickly put his hand over her mouth, in a rush and with no time to explore this new feelings He could feel her mouth working under his palm; she was still trying to speak. Muffled noises escaped from under his hand. Other than that, she was unmoving except for a beguiling tremble to her limbs. Whether that was caused by fear or anticipation he didn't know. He felt her tongue touch his hand tentatively; and then she moved it back and forth slowly. Running her soft tongue over his palm, licking him like a dog.

"Stop that," Jason said sharply. It was hard enough to control himself as it was, he didn't need her actively trying to distract him.

She immediately ceased, and looked up at him with heavily lidded eyes and an expression he couldn't decipher. She lay there, her legs still spread and not trying to hide her naked body from him in any way. Jason got an arousing thrill from looking down into her face as his hand covered her mouth - he hadn't been aware that he found submission so exciting before.

"You need to clean yourself up. Understand?" He punctuated his words by shaking her slightly by his grip across her mouth.

He felt the sharp inhale she took through her nose - her breath tickling his hand. She nodded after a long pause.

"Take a shower, get changed." Jason continued. Having thought out how handy the Obedience attribute was, he kind of wished he had used that one on his aunt. Then he wouldn't need to give instructions in a threatening manner. He shook her again, noticing the looks of fear in her gaze with satisfaction. "Then you need to go out tonight. Just don't come back until later."

He took his hand away from her mouth; he wanted to make sure she understood him.

"But -" She began, confusion in her tone. "What should I do?"

"I don't care." He said harshly. "See a movie or something. Just get cleaned up, say you're going out - and act normal when you do! And don't come back until late."

His aunt looked at him, eyes unblinking; her body still trembling. Finally she nodded and spoke.

"I understand." She said in a subdued and thick voice. "I just thought that ..."

She looked down at his crotch, at the obvious erection straining against the front of his pants, and he knew what she was talking about without her having to articulate it.

"Later." Jason said. He looked down at the supple and curved body laying on the bed, shadows accentuating every rounded and delicious part of her. And he knew he wasn't putting her off. He meant it. "Soon."

Sarah gave him a hesitant and tremulous smile, so unlike any expression she had ever directed his way, that it unnerved him. He didn't want that. Lust and fear was alright on her face. But not that. It didn't matter that he felt as though he had worked out a lot of his anger on her, he wasn't interested in intimacy with her.

Jason gripped Sarah by the hair and pulled her upright into a seating position so their faces were close. She gasped out loud at his rough treatment.

"Hurry up and do what I told you." He said in a low voice. He let go and she fell backwards, her head landing onto the bed heavily, bouncing a few times. It sent a ripple through her body, making her breasts shake. He quickly left her room before he was tempted to stay; he didn't have time for this.

Not yet.

He went into his room and took the box down from his hiding place. He took the card out, and read through it again. Nothing new jumped out at him, so it was as he thought; he hadn't missed any pieces of information. So instead, he studied the pictures depicting the different combinations of the gems. So ... the one he was looking for was the red gem for Love and the blue gem for Obedience.

Jason looked at the combination that he was planning to use. The title for this one was called The Dutiful. The picture for this choice ... well it could actually be described as wholesome. It showed a woman - finely dressed and elegant - standing behind the seated form of a shadowy figure, hands resting on the back of the chair, directing a loving and demure smile down at the figure.

That seemed perfect, Jason thought. If that was the worst - the full extent of the effects of that particular combination - then a gradual use, just to get the start of the benefits, didn't seem so bad at all! Especially when he considered what the picture was for what he had bound his aunt to.

Quickly, before he changed his mind, Jason took out the second silver band out of the box. He held it in his hand, studying it. It seemed so small and delicate for all the power that it promised. He took a deep breath, and put the box back into it's hiding spot.

He told himself that he was doing the right thing. Especially after having seen his aunt in the state she was in after their session today! He just couldn't leave it to chance that his mother would never notice anything untoward. This afternoon with Sarah had been spontaneous and unplanned - more intense than anything than he had done before - and having to stop abruptly had certainly contributed to how worked up she had been. But there was no guarantee that something like it wouldn't happen again. He had to do this.

Jason waited in his room until he heard his aunt go downstairs. Her footsteps sounded stilted and ungraceful, and he worried she wouldn't be able to exit the house without his mother wondering what was wrong with her younger sister. He could just barely make out their brief exchange of dialogue, and sure enough Sarah was not being very forthcoming on where she was headed. Luckily it didn't sound all too different from her usual rude self though, and his mother seemed to accept it as such.

After another short wait, Jason went downstairs to his mother, the silver band held tightly in his fist. Helen had just finished making dinner, and as he came into the kitchen she smiled a greeting towards her son.

"Good timing! I'm just about to dish out."

"Looks good." Jason said, without actually noticing what was on the menu. His attention was completely locked onto his mother. He was nervous and unsure about binding his mother, and yet he was convinced it was his only option.

Helen started plating up the dinner, and Jason knew he should do it now before he lost his nerve. He had half formed and intricate plans on how to go about giving his mother the ring, but in the end he just blurted it out. After all, if it worked the same as it had with his aunt, it didn't necessarily matter how he went about it.

"Um, mom? I found this before - is it yours?" Jason proffered up the ring for his mothers inspection on his open palm. His heart was hammering in his chest.

He shouldn't have worried - his mother smiled quizzically at him, before looking into his hand to see what he was talking about. As soon as she saw the ring, it was as though his entire attention was focused upon it. Just as it was with her younger sister, Helen appeared mesmerised by the unassuming silver band. She reached out unhesitatingly, and plucked the band from his hand. Then, after a brief moment where she held it before her eyes, she slipped it onto her finger.

Jason watched as his mothers expression went blank, his heart in his mouth. Then - just like it had with her younger sister - she appeared to forget what had just happened, and directed a curious expression towards her son.

"Sorry, honey - what did you say again?"

"Uh - nothing." Jason said, relief and triumph filling him.

She had put it on! It had worked. Of course, now he had to bind the attributes he wanted - and quickly before any accidents happened. He had given it some thought while he had been in his room waiting for his aunt to leave. Words would work to bind things at the start - there was no need to act anything out. It would be best to keep things simple.

So, before she turned back to kitchen table, Jason took a step towards her and stood right in front of his mother. She paused, and looked at him quizzically.

"I love you." Jason said simply. It wasn't much different from what he had said to her hundreds of time during his life. But this time it seemed full of meaning and portent.

And intent.

Helen blinked at her son, her eyes glazing and going unfocused for a moment, before it faded. Then a warm, and soft smile blossomed on her face, making her appear even lovelier than normal.

"Oh Jason, that's so sweet." She said, her voice low, seeming to purr her happiness. "I love you too honey. So much."

She took a step towards him, and enfolded him in a hug. Jason hugged her back, dizzy with relief and excitement. He pressed the side of his face against his mothers soft hair, breathing in her scent deeply. He held up the hand wearing the heavy control band behind her head so he could examine it without her seeing. He felt a grin spread over his face. It had worked! There was a new color on a different set of gems. There were the gems representing his aunt, and then there was this new gem - glowing a gentle and muted red. Love.

Having accomplished half of his goals, Jason was anxious to get to the next step. He moved to pull away from his mothers embrace, ready to get to the next attribute before anything unexpected happened. But Helen didn't let go of her son immediately. In fact, as he tried to end the hug, she squeezed him a little harder before eventually letting him go.

They both moved to collect their dinner, and then they sat down at the table facing across from one another. They made some brief small talk, and began to eat their meal. Jason was thrilled and relieved at the mundanity of it all - his mother didn't appear to be any different; she was acting the same. So far at least, it looked as though his assumptions had been correct.

He knew he had to activate the second attribute before too much time passed though. If she caught him checking her out for instance ... would that be enough to bind the Lust gem by accident? The simplest way to get the one he wanted would be to try and give her an order - even though he felt uneasy even at the concept of speaking that way to his perfect mother. But it was probably the safest way.

Jason quickly drained the glass of water in front of him. He took a deep breath, and spoke as confidently as he could manage.

"Mom, can you get me another glass of water?" He almost said 'please' at the end of the sentence, choking it off at the last moment. It was pretty mild order all things considered, but he was counting on the context of the situation. He was closer to the sink than she was, and on top of that it was an unreasonable request. He had never spoken to his mother like that before; expecting her to do what he wanted without question.