A Son Forced Pt. 01

"What the fuck is wrong with these people, and me for getting hard from my own mother," I asked myself as I banged my head against my desk. Yet the answer to my question was not forth coming which only made my frustration worse.

As 8:25 flashed on my clock on my night stand glad that enough time had passed to calm my body after my mother left me. Putting the rough draft on top of my laptop turning off my desk lamp I headed toward the stair's. As I stepped onto the landing I didn't see anyone waiting. Hanging my head knowing they were always like this. "I should have gone alone like I always do," I said to myself.

"Hey if your coming let's go I'm hungry," I called up to the second floor.

"We're coming," Mara said as all three of them filed out of her bedroom. I watched as my mother walked down the stair's in her favorite black gown. True I had seen her wear it numerous time's before yet this time I was seeing it in a whole new light. The way it showed every curve of her body, the way it swayed as she walked down the stair's. My sister followed after in her strapless red dress it looked like it was painted onto her twenty one year old body. I fought my mind from giving into those thoughts I had earlier yet they weren't making it easy on me. My father just came down in an ordinary suit like he wore everybody. Which was fine to me I just wanted to get this night over with. "Jack honey why don't you drive this is after all Jason's night," Mara said pulling me close.

"That's fine," Jack said taking the Porsche SUV keys from the bowl by the door. "So son just how much have you made since you started all this," my father asked as he started the car.

"Do you honestly want me to answer that Jack," I said as I buckled in.

"Yes I would like to know how much this little hidden operation of yours has netted you," Jack said turning around in his seat. Looking his son in the eye sincerely worried that his son had blown through all that money. Jack waited as he watched his son pull out a phone he never seen before. Wondering just what his son had been up to since he been distracted with other thing's.

"As of three hour's ago $362,000," I said in all honesty without bursting into laughter as I put my phone away.

"Your fucking shitting me," Margret gasped at the figure.

"Margret language," Mara hissed. "That's very impressive Jason," she said winking at me in vanity mirror. "Jack mouth, drive," my mother said lifting up the visor.

"Oh right," I could only smirk at the stunned look my father had. For all his rants about how I'd wouldn't be anything in this life. It would appear to me he is eating crow at the moment which I found all so pleasant. "So have you spent any of it," my father asked looking at me in the rearview mirror.

"A little here and there, other then my phone, bills, and food I buy when I don't want to listen you all's. Belittlement and repudiations which my royalties cover the rest I let accrue interest," I said looking out the window. "Among my other investment's which I'm so not telling you about," I said to myself.

"Jason sweetheart please don't be like that," Mara said turning around in her seat.

"Why it is the truth Mara," I said not bothering to look at her. My mind was to jumbled at the moment, with thoughts I rather not experience again. "Can any one of you honestly say anything would have changed before you found out I was rich?"

"300k doesn't make you rich son," Jack said turning into The Moor's parking lot.

"You think that's all the money I have Jack," I laughed as I got out of the SUV. I have been planning this for a long time I wasn't about to step out into the world unprepared. My mind was made up along ago the moment I left that house I would never return. No holidays, no birthday's, if there was a funeral I would simply stay in a hotel. A clean break from my family that was what I was looking forward to with the last few month's left of my highschool year's. "You simply asked how much I have made since I became an author," I said before walking towards the entrance to the restaurant. Oh I could feel their gaze burning into my back as I opened the door. I wore the biggest grin I ever had at that moment. Knowing that once again I held a secret that proved to them I wasn't what they thought I was.

"Hello Jason," Melody the hostess beamed at me as I approached her podium. "So I take it you sold another book," she said smiling running her finger down the reservation list.

"Hello Melody yes, yes I did," I said as she gathered the menu's. My eye's dipping low watching her ass wiggle beneath her tight black skirt as she led us to our table.

"Mandy will be your waitress tonight," Melody said lightly touching my shoulder. "I hope you enjoy your meal," she said more to myself then the rest of my family.

"I always do," I said smiling sweetly up at her. Turning around watching her leave us enjoying the view, I mean what hormone driven 18 year old male wouldn't watch her walk away.

"Jason eye's front," Mara snapped rolling my eye's turning around in my seat. "Your father and I would like to know what did you mean by that wasn't all the money you have?" As I started to speak Mandy approached our table.

"Hello Jason I take it be the usual tonight," Mandy asked. Which was a normally a fried duck breast in Parmesan crusted bread crumbs, with wild rice on the side with ice tea to drink. Dessert I normal go with the cheesecake or the chocolate cream pie.

"That be fine Mandy and a slice of cheesecake," I said nodding my order. "Mind if I borrow a pen for a moment," I asked as she took the other's orders. Quickly writing down the true amount I had in all my accounts on the paper napkin. Handing it back to her before she left to get our drink's. "Do you really want to know," I asked running my finger's along the folded napkin. All three of them nodded vehemently their answer, I just dropped the napkin in the middle of our table. Instantly their jaw's dropped when they saw my true net worth of $8.76 million. Hey what can I say the market has been good to me. Plus it doesn't help to have an investment banker as a grandmother.

"That's just not possible," Jack said in disbelief.

"What you think I've been doing, twiddling my thumbs for the past three year's Jack. I've been preparing for the moment I moved out of that house, not that any of y'all would have noticed my disappearance. So with the help of Nana she played the market for me, while taking a cut of course," I said leaning back smugly. With that I had finally once and for all time proven I was better then what they assume I was.

"Wait what do you mean move out," Mara said aghast which shocked me truly. "Your not thinking of leaving us!" she said in a low whisper.

"Why yes I am once I've return from New York after I graduated, I'm already looking at condos to buy before I start college. Why do you think I've never once asked you to help pay for it. I've already set aside the money for it so once I'm gone I'm won't be coming back," I said reaching for my glass as Mandy set it before me.

"But why son," Jack whispered as Mandy set the bucket of chilled red wine next to the table.

"Must I repeat myself Jack," I said looking over the rim of my glass.

"But Jason," Margret reached over touching my hand. "Wouldn't it be better if you stayed with us so we can work through this."

"You all had three year's to do that," I said pulling away from her.

"Please Jason won't you reconsider waiting I get why you want to go to college for. Your work is already outstanding," Margret said blushing remembering the night's she pleasured herself to his book's. "I can only think what it be like once you have your degree," she said smiling warmly at her little brother. When she first heard from her mom that Kevin Sol was her little brother she just couldn't believe it.

Yet her mother wasn't one to joke about the author that gave them so many orgasms. Ever since his fourth book came out she had lusted after the author. She knew her mother felt the same way, seeing how they both had played with themselves in the same room as they read the current book each other was on. Now that his secret had been revealed she couldn't wait to play out every sweet dream she had on her brother. This to she knew her mother wanted given how Mara would scream out his name when Margret was between her leg's.

"Margret is right Jason," Mara said reaching beneath the table her hand resting on my knee. "We know you can afford whatever you want to do, and we can't stop you from leaving us," she said her eye's downcast she never knew he hated them so much. She had always thought it was just teenage hormones running wild. Maybe if they hadn't been so caught up with their own escapades she would have noticed it. Yet he never said anything to them she could only think he was only waiting for his chance to flee. "She is right your work is already so outstanding it can only improve once you get your degree. So go to New York do what you have to do there, given what you have done in the past three year's. I can only assume you are going there to help advance your growing career," she said coming to the conclusion that she would make him stay one way or another.

"It's painfully obvious to me how much you don't like us," Mara said squeezing my knee. "I get that and we haven't been very good to you we only have ourselves to blame for that. Can you find it within yourself to think this over some more, and give us a chance to make it up to you," she said planting the seed within his mind. So Jason wouldn't be able to see what she had planned to make him stay. "Jack don't you have something to say to Jason."

"Jason I was wrong about everything," Jack said setting down his wine glass. "Obviously I was and probably will be a jackass yet I can't fault you in what you have achieved. Your right you have down more thing's then even I have ever dreamed about when I was your age. The planning you already put in place about your future only show's me my son has grown into a fine adult. Without me even realizing it," my father said studying my puzzled look.

"This is just to weird," I said getting up from my seat heading to the bathroom. Something was wrong with them it wasn't about the money. Oh that only caught them off guard which was understandable, I mean how would you react when your own son told you he was a millionaire. As I walked into the restroom my mind was running through every scenario that I could possibly think of. Trying to figure out what their game was I knew they just couldn't just flip the sweet parent switch after three year's. Unaware what was taking place back at our table.

"My god Mara, Jason a millionaire how the fuck does that shit even happen," Jack said astounded of what of his son has become.

"I don't know Jack," Mara snapped at her husband who sank in his seat. She was the one that broke him and her daughter now it would appear she was going to have to break her son. Pleasing his Mistress in every way that she deemed important. Mara just didn't think her own son would be her greatest conquest. She would take him willing or not how could she not, given the numerous time's he had made her submit to him. When she thought Kevin Sol was nothing more then a ghost.

"Mommy I know that look," Margret said with a wicked grin. "Can I play with him once your done."

"Of course dear," Mara said her dominatrix coming out. "How can I not given how that boy has toyed with us. Though it may take some time to properly break him in," she said her finger nail clicking on the table. "The boy is to independent his will as you can see is strong. So I'll have to put our plan in motion tonight! I will not let that boy leave us not when he's just getting so interesting!" How many month's had she thought about pleasing that man that made her squirm in her sheet's. When her own husband failed to do so, that was the reason she took her daughter as a lover. To fill the void that her husband constantly failed to fill. Yet as much as she had tamed her daughter's pussy to serve only her and Jack. However Mara still needed the hot hard throbbing member filling her to her heart's desire.

What she had seen of her son Mara knew he would do very nicely. Peering out of the corner of her eye at her husband, she knew his fifty year's were catching up to him. He could no longer preform as he had all those year's ago without the aid of a special blue pill. Wondering if her son would soon out place her husband in her sexual desires. A wicked smile formed on her lush lips as she noted the state of their wine bottle.

"No one say a thing to him about this," Mara whispered. "I want him confused and lost for some day's after this night to break his will. So that he will come willingly to us," she said matching her daughter's smile.

"Mara what if it doesn't work," Jack said seeing his son exit the restroom.

"It must! Now here's how it's going to play out Jason will drive us home. Which is only right seeing how we all been drinking. Margret I want you to sit in the middle of the back seat so he can see everything your father is going to do. Make sure you show him those tits, and that perfect pussy of yours," Mara said her finger stabbing the table. Taking charge as she always did in and out of the bedroom.

"Yes Mistress," Margret said giggling as Jason drew near.

"Jason honey," Mara said her hand running down his back pulling him into her. Not letting on she saw the semi-erect penis at her eye level. "Would you mind driving home I know it's your night, but we seem to have overindulged on this fine wine."

"I kind of figured I would once you ordered it," I said keeping my gaze diverted from my mother's chest. Mara made a mental note not to underestimate her son's intelligence. He was far to keen for her liking, yet then again he wouldn't have become this successful in three year's. It was another reason why she wanted him. The money was nice if she could propel him to the head of the household. Then they all could live happily she would gladly service him everyday and night. Along with her subservient slut daughter seeing to his need's just so they all could travel the world. She wasn't about to give her son to another woman not when they alone could relieve his sexual need's.

"Good," Mara said hugging him resting her head against his belt buckle. Smiling to herself feeling the heat of her son's erection against her cheek. "Jack key's," she said turning to her husband seeing her daughter gaze. Smirking to Margret knowing that Jason wasn't paying them any attention as he stood next to her. "Here you are," Mara said looking up at her son. Accidentally dropping the keys at her feet pulling up the hem of her gown. As he bent down to retrieve the key's, so that only he would see the lavender lace panties she wore that night.

Mara had to contain her mirth as her son looked like a deer caught in the headlight's. How her cunt roared as his gaze lingered on her sweet entrance. Slightly biting her lip as she allowed him to view her secret spot. How she so longed to take him right there in the middle of the restaurant. The need to make him her's had been scratching at her mind ever since his agent showed up at their door.

"As something caught your eye Jason," Mara said smiling seductively at her son. "How adorable he look's so innocent, not for much longer," she said to herself.

"N..nothing," I stammered feeling my cheeks burn. God how I hated myself at that moment, what the hell was wrong with me staring like that. I just wanted to crawl under the table and die at that second, yet I just returned to my seat.

"That's a pitty," Mara said her tongue flicking against her teeth. Leaning forward her hand running up my forearm, her perfume filling my head with twisted thoughts. "I would love to show it to you," I just stared blankly at her. I was sure they all just heard my own mother coming on to me. Yet as I looked around the table it appeared like nothing was out of the ordinary. I began to wonder was it all in my head, was I going insane did I need to seek professional help. Looking around for Mandy getting her attention that I needed the check.

I had to get out of there, had to get away from them so I could figure this all out. My leg rapidly hammered against the floor as Mandy returned with my card. Leaving a very large tip like I always do, I learned long ago you don't fuck with the people that serve your food. That was just asking for trouble among other thing's I won't name. Walking towards the car at a quick pace my head down paying no attention to those behind me. That was what got me into this trouble in the first place. Yet it was my mother's voice that stopped me in my tracks.

"Jason aren't you going to open the door for your mother?" Mara said as mischievous light played across her eye's as the wind tugged at her gown. Grumbling silently to myself walking around the car daring not to look at my mother. Knowing it would only led to more twisted thoughts that I wasn't prepared to face. As the passenger door opened my mother moved far to close for my comfort. As her breast pressed into me my heart hammered against my rib's, I knew without a doubt she could feel my erection. However she said nothing only giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Your a good son," Mara said her hand running down my arm. "I should have told you that long before now," her hot breath against my ear sent gooseflesh along my skin.

"For that I am truly sorry for everything, I've enjoyed tonight thank you for diner," Mara said her hand brushing along the length of my shaft as she got into the car. Hanging my head wondering why they were fucking with me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I muttered as I walked around the rear of the car. I mean I was ok with them doing that among themselves I didn't want anything to do with it. Or did I was this why I was growing to enjoy my mother's touch. Shaking my head I needed to be clear head for this, she had to have something planned and the flirting was only the beginning. Groaning as I pulled the key's from my pocket, getting into the driver's seat red lace panties hit the steering wheel. How foolish I was, as I looked back only inches away from my nose. Was my sister's freshly shaven pussy her velvety soft lips tempting me. To reach out and taste the honey dew that had gathered along their surface. Her soft moan filled the interior of the as my breath flowed over her superheated sex.

"Jason what are you looking at?" Mara asked with a concerned look. She watched him look back but Margret had already returned to her seat, and Mara had retrieved her panties. All was going as planned Mara had to stifle her giggle as she watched her son struggle with what just happened.

"It's nothing," I said I was sure that was my sister's cunt that filled my face. I could smell her yet as I looked back after my mother brought me out of my daze. Margret was sitting comfortably next to my father giving me this worried look. Then there were the panties I knew they were real yet there wasn't a trace of them. Blowing out a shallow breath they had to be messing with me. I knew I wasn't going insane or was I.

"Then let's go home," Mara said yawning stretching her arms over her seat dropping her daughter's panties to the floorboard. "You don't mind if I rest my head on you," she said as they pulled out of The Moor's parking lot. Winking to her daughter in the mirror telling her to start the show.

"What's wrong with resting against the door like you normally do," I asked trying my best not to look down. Yet as my eye's flickered to the rearview mirror my sister sat bear chested. Her finger's pinching her nipples while my fathers hand pulled up the hem her dress. "No that can't be right," I told myself pulling my gaze away and back to the road.