The Binding Rings Ch. 06

Helen blinked at her son, looking confused again - for a moment it had almost looked like she was going to rebuke him, and he worried he had misjudged it. But after a long pause the now familiar blank expression came over her face.

It passed, and then she smiled at him lovingly.

"Of course Jason."

And then she got up, walked over to the sink, and filled a glass of water - putting it down in front of him. While standing behind his chair, she then put both hands on either side of his head, the palms of her hands soft against his cheeks. Helen pulled her son to her in another quick embrace - cradling his head against her flat belly.

It was gentle and intimate. There was nothing sexual about it, but it was certainly something she had never done to him before. It was Jason's turn to be confused, and he didn't say anything as she released him and moved back to her chair. That was strange, he thought.

But all seemed well. Jason snuck another look down at his ring, and sure enough it had worked again! The faint colour was there - blue this time. Obedience was now locked in; he had successfully bound his mother. Before he got too happy with himself though, he decided to test it.

"Do you think aunt Sarah has been acting a bit different lately?" Jason said, knowing that she had noticed something was up.

"What do you mean honey?" She asked, directing another smile his way.

"I mean between her and me." This looked promising! She didn't even seem to know what he was talking about.

"Her and I, dear." His mother corrected him absently, before giving him a curious look. "No... What do you mean? Did she say something to you?"

"Umm, no. Never mind." At his dismissal, she paused once more - her face losing expression for a moment - then she nodded her acceptance and continued eating.

Wow, Jason thought. He had been right! The wearers of the rings didn't seem to notice anything strange going on, and it appeared to be retroactive! Or at least, to not attribute it to anything other than their own behaviour. He was in the clear!

"Don't worry about anything between aunt Sarah and I." Jason said firmly to his mother. It was best to be safe, and this way he wouldn't have to wonder. "We are just working through some stuff."

"Okay." She said to him formally, blank and staring - a demeanour he found very unsettling, and he was relieved when it faded. "I wont worry."

After they had finished eating dinner, Helen sat there in her chair looking at her son expectantly. Jason felt a bit disconcerted. This wasn't meant to happen - Lust was the passive attribute; Obedience should only be if he directly engaged it, shouldn't it? They both stared at each other, his mother patient; Jason nonplussed. Eventually, Helen spoke up.

'Would you like me to clean up dear?" She asked him deferentially. Jason felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach - that was too much - what had he done?

"Yes." He croaked out, not knowing what else to say. She nodded at him pleasantly, and got up and started cleaning up.

Jason turned in his chair and watched her as she washed the dishes. He found he was staring at her ass as she worked. It felt liberating to have his mother bound, even though he wasn't intending on betraying her trust - whether she knew it or not. He could look at her all he wanted now, not having to worry about her catching him. He ran his eyes over her curves, imagining her without the tight pants she wore. Maybe it wasn't too bad, it wasn't like he was ordering her around ... she was just looking to him before she acted. Maybe it was just a question of setting some boundaries?

"You don't have to ask me before cleaning up." He said abruptly.

He saw his mother pause, her back stiffening slightly before relaxing. She turned and nodded at him, wearing the blankest expression he had ever seen directed at him. Jason felt cold and shivered with a touch of fear. It wasn't that it was a vapid stare; rather that every time Helen usually looked at her son it was always with an expression that was warm and caring. To have it lessened by any degree frightened him.

"Of course Jason." She said neutrally. "I wont ask before I clean up again."

After that though, her normal self came back and Jason heaved a sigh of relief. Jason looked once more at his ring. It was noticeably brighter. In fact, it was growing brighter far quicker than his aunts had. It appeared as though Obedience was quick to develop. Or maybe it was the scope of what he had been doing - giving far reaching commands? He would have to be careful. He looked at the far fainter gem denoting love, and felt lost. A desire to be with his mother grew in him strongly, and suddenly he wanted to spend time with her - like he had before he had started avoiding her.

He got up quickly, and moved behind her. He hugged her gently, only dimly aware of her body on his - something he wouldn't have thought possible.

"Jason?"

"I love you mom." He said quietly. This time, it wasn't planned - he meant it genuinely, without artifice. But regardless of his intentions, his mother stiffened his his arms for a moment, the binding of the attributes he had chosen taking precedence.

"I love you too!" Helen laughed lightly. "What's brought all this on?"

"I don't know." He lied, still holding her tight. "Do you want to watch something tonight?"

"Oh!" Helen said, pleasure and surprise in her voice. "It's been ages since we did that."

She turned in his embrace, and for the first time since he had hugged her, his awareness of her body came back in full force. He breasts rubbed against him beguilingly as she shifted position. She hugged him with gusto, and then leaned her head back so she could look up at her son.

"What do you want to watch honey?"

"You choose." Jason said, smiling down at her. He pulled back from her slightly so she wouldn't feel his growing erection. He felt less guilty at his reaction than he ever had before. He was holding the most beautiful woman he knew in his arms after all - how could he not react as he was?

"Okay. I'll pick something." Her slightly absent voice was back, and Jason was angry at himself. She had taken what he had said as an order! He had to be careful how he spoke to her!

He squeezed her gently once more in a hug before letting go. She smiled at him, and moved into the living room; Jason trailing along behind her.

Jason looked at his ring as he went. The red gem for Love was definitely brighter. Obedience was shining more brightly still however - he was really going to have to pay attention to what he said! Although, considering how Sarah's behaviour had seemed to lessen as time passed, he may have to continue giving his mother directions to not worry about anything between her son and sister. Just to be safe. It was a narrow path to walk, and Jason knew he couldn't relax about it.

Jason sat on the couch as his mother went to the cabinet by the tv; going through their movie collection. She seemed to have taken his direction to choose literally; going through all the movies they had. Jason's natural inclination to put a stop to his unintended order was derailed though, as she sank down onto her haunches; balancing on the balls of her feet as she looked through the bottom drawers. Her posture in her work gear was almost obscene - the globes of her ass were perfectly accentuated, her yoga pants leaving nothing to the imagination. His aunt was a sexy woman with a fabulous body - but even though she was almost ten years younger than her, his mother's body put her to shame.

Jason felt his cock lurching to life once more as he took in the vision that was his mother. This time though, he regarded it as an inconvenience. He truly wanted to spend some quality time with his mother, but there was no way he could focus with her in her work clothes. They were too often the focus of his lust.

"Would you like to just watch whatever is on tv?" Jason said, taking care to not phrase it as a direction.

"Yes, I guess we can just do that." Helen laughed, giving up on her search. She seemed inordinately happy at the prospect of spending time with him as well, and he felt guilty at her reaction. Had he really been making her so unhappy with his avoidance of her? Well, he could make up for it now. His fixation on her body was his problem - not hers.

That said, her workout gear was too exciting for him to deal with.

"I'll make some hot chocolate for us like we used to have if you like." Jason said, smiling as her face lit up at the suggestion. Then he took a breath. Maybe just a small order would be alright. "Get changed out of your work gear into something more comfortable, and we'll watch some tv."

His mother gave the now familiar slight pause, and then nodded.

"Yes, I'll get changed into something more comfortable." Then, she continued more naturally. "That's a good idea about the hot chocolate! I'll be down in a minute, I just want to get out of my work gear."

Jason made the drinks, and sat down on the couch waiting for her. She didn't take long, and after only a few minutes had passed, she came down the stairs, almost rushing in her eagerness. She was in a long robe that technically covered her - but the material was satiny and clung to her body, pulling tightly over her every impressive curve. It was a soft pink in color, and Jason had to admit it looked very appealing on her, even though it didn't solve the issue of why he had made her get changed in the first place. He supposed it was comfortable though, and he didn't want to push things further by giving her another order.

So, muttering that she looked nice - which earned him a radiant smile - Jason handed her a hot chocolate, and they both sat down on the couch to watch tv.

They sat mostly in silence, occasionally talking, and soon Jason relaxed. He forgot about everything that had happened over the last few days. He forgot that he had been avoiding his mother because of his desires. Instead, he just enjoyed her company like he had done all his life.

In fact, he was so relaxed that it came as a complete surprise to him when he realised just how close she was sitting to him. They had watched a few episodes of a show, and now it was growing late. She had started out on the other end of the couch, but she had been slowly and gradually moving closer to him until she was sitting right beside him. The soft curve of her hip was touching his leg, and he could feel the heat that radiated off of her body.

Helen eventually leaned into her son like it was the most natural thing in the world to do, sighing happily. Jason sat frozen, not sure exactly what to do.

"Jason." Helen teased her son softly. "I wont break; put your arm around me - it's cold."

With no idea what else to do - and choosing to not bring up that it was probably because she wasn't wearing anything particularly warm - he gingerly put his arm around her shoulder in a somewhat awkward embrace.

She snuggled into him, burying herself under his arm, and seeming to try and get as close to him as she could.

"That's better." She sighed contentedly. "I miss being around you, you know. I know you're older and don't want to spend time with me like you used to, but..."

"That's not true." Jason blurted out. Her sad tone of voice distracted him from the situation he unexpectedly found himself in. "I miss spending time with you too! It's just -"

He trailed off.

"Oh honey." She said softly. She slipped an around around his back so that they now each had an arm around the other. Her head was on his chest, resting under his chin. She shifted, getting even closer to him - if that was even possible. It was like she was fitting her body perfectly against his own.

He could see his ring on the hand that was on her shoulder - the love gem was so bright it was almost glowing. Their close proximity to each other - coupled with the tender confessions - must have amplified it.

Well there is nothing wrong with that, Jason thought wildly. We already love each other, it's natural for it to ...

Helen put her other hand casually on her sons thigh, resting her palm gently midway between his knee and crotch.

"Uh." Jason squeaked in surprise.

"Mmmm?" His mother murmured in reply. It was a relaxed sound; sensuous. She tensed her hand, pressing her fingertips lightly and playfully into his leg, then relaxing.

They sat there silently for a moment, staring at the tv without watching it. Locked in an intimate setting that Jason had never expected or dreamed of.

His hand slid off of her shoulder to her arm without him meaning to; the fabric of her robe was slippery under his grip. Suddenly, it was as if he was actively pulling his mother into him - taking the initiative, even if he hadn't meant to.

Helen shifted once more, turning to face slightly away from him, so that the hand that had been resting on her arm was now resting over her breast. His mother gave another contented sigh, and snuggled against him again.

Jason's mind was going a mile a minute. He was holding his mother boob. His hand was on her tit. What the fuck. What the actual fuck!

He didn't understand the rings at all. He had no idea what he was playing with. This shouldn't have happened, he had made sure to not activate Lust, resolving to not use his mother like he had his aunt ...

Realisation dawned.

His mother was acting lovingly towards him, true. But that it would be a continuation of what they already had was his assumption. Nowhere had it said that it was platonic. And now that he thought about it, the picture depicting the combination of Love and Obedience had elements in it that wasn't so innocent. The woman had been standing behind the figure of the seated man, sure - but she in hindsight now seemed like a trophy; a complicit fixture in an ideal setting.

There wasn't any overt flirtation or lust in what Helen was doing to her son. Rather, it was as though she was acting out a natural impulse to be close and intimate with him.

Jason felt sweat begin to run down his face. He wanted. Oh, how he wanted to take up the implied liberties that his mother was offering him.

He squeezed his mother breast through her robe, his heart hammering in his chest so loudly that she would have to hear it. It was soft and firm, larger than he could fit his hand around, and he felt his fingers sink into the pliant flesh deliciously.

Helen made a soft noise, and shifted her hand back and forth on his leg, caressing him. She finished up resting her hand slightly higher on his leg than she had been before, but she didn't say anything one way or the other.

It was the hardest choice of Jason's life. He hadn't meant for this to happen, yet it was all beyond his wildest dreams. He knew that she was acting under the influence of something - her will was being altered - but it all felt so natural; nothing overt and forced like it always was with Sarah. It was as though she was a willing participant in her own seduction.

He squeezed her breast again, softly. Helen shifted her body against her son's, murmuring a pleased noise. Her head was tilted down, and Jason realised with mingled horror and excitement, that she was staring straight down into his lap. There was no way she could miss the hardening length of his dick straining against the front of his pants.

His mother was staring at his hard cock.

He had his hand on her breast, groping her.

He felt dizzy.

"Jason, are you alright love?" Helen asked her son softly, as though nothing strange was happening between them. She was lightly dragging the tips of her fingers in small light circles on his thigh. He shivered at her touch. His whole body trembling in anticipation, he began to move his body for the first time, shifting so that he could do more ...

The sound of a closing car door broke the spell, and Jason jumped in his seat, startled. Forgetting that it would just be his aunt, forgetting that they both wore rings; forgetting everything - Jason scrambled out of his mothers warm embrace, almost tipping her to the floor as he did so.

"Jason." Helen laughed in surprise before standing up as well. They both stood there, facing each other. Helen with a secret smile on her lips, her gorgeous face fixed rigidly upon his own. Her robe and slipped off of one shoulder and it hung precariously - threatening to reveal the swell of her breast at any moment - but she seemed in no hurry to adjust herself. Jason was acutely aware of the bulge in his pants that pointed straight to his mother. He saw her flick her gaze down to his crotch, and her smile widened.

Sarah opened the front door, and entered the house. As she passed the living room, she paused at the frozen tableau of her nephew and sister standing in front of each other, illuminated by the flickering glow of the television. Jason and Helen both gave her a quick glance, but turned away almost instantly, their attention obviously focused elsewhere.

"I'm -" Sarah began, before cutting herself off. "I'm going to bed."

At that stilted announcement, she headed up the stairs to her room.

Before his mother could say anything, Jason jumped in hurriedly. He knew he could probably do as he pleased, and that it didn't matter that his aunt was upstairs - she would do as he wanted. And so, he realised with a gulp, would his mother. Everything had happened so fast that he honestly didn't know what to think though. He needed time. Time to figure out what had gone wrong. Or what had gone right.

"I better go to bed too." He said. "I'm pretty tired."

"I guess it is pretty late." Helen said softly. "We stayed up later than I thought we would."

She looked expectedly at her son, but Jason didn't offer up anything in reply. Just like her sister, she didn't seem fazed at all by what had happened. She had taken their intimate cuddle on the couch in stride, and seemed to find nothing wrong with her son groping her breast.

"Well, goodnight honey." She said eventually, when it was obvious Jason wasn't going to talk.

She held out her arms, and a hug goodnight seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Jason gave up and stepped into her arms; hugging his mother, feeling her curved and toned body melt against his own once more. It was gentle. It seemed innocent.

It was full of unspoken promise.

Helen pulled back slightly, and reached up with both hands and placed them upon Jason's head, cupping the sides of his face. She pulled him down for a kiss, but instead of her usual kiss on the cheek, she softly and slowly pressed her lips to his own.

It was a simple and chaste kiss. Unremarkable, apart from the solemn air that she did it with.

She pulled back, and looked up into Jason's wide eyed face with a searching expression.

"I enjoyed tonight honey." She said softly. "I've missed spending time with you."

She pulled him back down and kissed him again. This time, her lips moved - so infinitesimally that he felt like he could have imagined it - but her lips parted, suddenly they were enveloping his own. She was actually kissing him!

Jason pulled away from his mother, his breathing ragged with desire. She looked up at him, acceptance and love in her eyes.

"You should go to bed." He croaked out, using up all his willpower. He had promised himself that he wouldn't do this to his mother! His cock ached.

The distant expression came over Helen's face once more. Then she smiled, and said goodnight; turning and making her way up the stairs with no more hesitation.

She was halfway up the stairs before Jason impulsively called out once more.

"Mom. Sleep well. Don't worry about any noises you hear downstairs tonight. I'm going to stay up a bit."

Helen took her son's contradiction that he was going to stay up - even though he had plead tiredness just before - in her stride. She nodded distantly to him, and then continued up the stairs to do what he had ordered her to do. He stood there waiting, until he heard her bedroom door close.