Debby was forced to tell Diane and Richie to hold their account until they returned home. She did not trust that she would have been in the proper emotional state to handle the icy roads if she had heard it either before or during the trip. This gave them a chance to calm down.

She wished she could do the same. Her heart pounded all the way home as she tried not to speculate on what they had seen. She could not imagine what more that poor woman could endure.

Soon after returning to her house, Debby learned she had been right to wait. She managed to hold back the tears of sympathy for now; she had to remain strong for the children.

"This is terrible," Debby finally said in a choked voice. "I-I don't know what to say. This just compounds the tragedy."

"I refuse to believe she was playing up to the Darkness all the time, Mrs. Radson," Diane declared.

"Of course she wasn't!" Richie cried. "How many times did she fucking let Heather or Melinda loose so they could help us?"

"And it's only been the last few weeks when all that stopped."

Debby nodded. "Yes, you're right. But will she see it that way if she ever comes out of it?"

"What the hell do you mean 'if?'" Richie demanded. "I gave Melinda the potion."

"You gave her half a dose, Richie," Debby said sharply. "Half a carefully measured dose. I have no idea if half will be enough for either of you."

Richie's eyes shimmered for a moment before he shook his head. "It'll work. It already has. Both me and Melinda have been using it."

"You don't understand, it's not a matter of ..." Debby trailed off when she realized that continuing this line of conversation would only raise her fury towards Richie again. "Forget it, it's not important right now. What's done is done. Regardless of the potion, Melinda still has to want to try."

"I'll get her to do it."

"How?" Diane asked. "You can't even talk to her anymore over the phone let alone in person. Tomorrow at school will be too late, and she won't listen to anyone anyway."

"I'm telling you, I'll take care of it."

"What are you going to do, Richie?" Debby said.

"Look, just let me handle it, okay?"

"The last time I let you handle anything, you did exactly what I told you not to do!" Debby exploded. "You'll tell me exactly what you intend to do right now."

Richie sighed and rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine. So her parents won't let her talk to me during the day, right? I'll just talk to her at night."

"I fail to see where that will help, Richie," Debby said.

"Her mother is not going to let you see her any more at night than during the day," Diane said.

"I know that! I'm not as dumb as I look, okay?" Richie declared. "I'm going to go to her house after everyone's gone to bed."

Debby narrowed her eyes. "You are not going to break in."

"Fuck, no! You think I want the cops after me on top of everything else? Give me a little fucking credit for some sense."

Debby bit off a remark that would have gone full circle to the incident again. She could harp on it for a thousand years and nothing would change. "All right, I apologize," Debby said in a stiff voice. "What are you going to do, then?"

"I'm going to try to get Melinda's attention," Richie said. "Toss pebbles at her bedroom window or something."

"And how is that not avoiding the cops?" Diane asked.

"Unless I break something, they won't bother. If someone sees me, I'll just take off and come back when the coast is clear."

"I really don't like this," Debby said with a sigh.

"You got any other ideas?" Richie demanded. "'cause I sure as hell don't."

"You could get into serious trouble, and I'm not even talking about the police," Debby said. "If Mrs. Sovert has lost her battle with the Darkness and comes after you--"

"I've got the freaking potion, what's she gonna do to me?"

Debby again had to bite her tongue. Whenever he was this hell-bent on doing something, there was no reasoning with him. She had feared he would engage in needless heroics just to atone for a perceived past failure.

"I have to admit, Mrs. Radson," Diane said in a tentative voice. "I can't think of anything else, either."

Debby wondered if she were indeed being too timid or too overprotective of the Harbingers. "I know, Diane, I just don't want us taking more risks than we already have."

"Then you might as well tell me not to try to save Heather," Diane said, her eyes shimmering.

Debby stared at her, nonplussed.

"The journal said ... I-I have to be in the vicinity of the person I'm trying to rescue," Diane said in a low, quavering voice. "What about the one controlling her?"

Debby's eyes widened as she understood. "I honestly don't know. I'm not sure Elizabeth ever mentioned it."

"What, you mean I have to take my mother down to the Inn or something like that?" demanded Richie.

"No, I mean what you and Cassie and Melinda are going to be doing is different," said Diane. "Heather's not enslaved directly to the Darkness."

"Oh dear, I had not stopped to think about that," Debby said.

"Elizabeth used the potion to rescue someone, but she went over to his house and pretended to be controlled by him," Diane said. "Am I going to have to do the same thing?"

Debby draped her hand over her eyes. Not only was she being asked another question she was not sure she could answer, she was going to witness another Harbinger go deeper into danger.

She wanted to tell Diane that her ability to channel line energy would compensate for distance, but she had no idea if that were true. It should be true, she wanted it to be true, but she would never let Diane base a decision on that.

"I don't know," Debby said. "And I am beginning to hate those three words and how frequently I am forced to say them."

Diane gave her a disappointed look despite her attempts to hide it. She averted her eyes, then glanced behind her at the phone. "I better call my mother and let her know I'm okay." She bolted from the sofa and fled before Debby could say another word.

Debby's gaze fell on Richie. His eyes wandered about the room, his body tensing. When he finally met Debby's eyes, his shoulders slumped, and he thrust his hands into his pockets. "Um, Mrs. Radson?"

"Yes, Richie?"

"I'm sorry for that shit I pulled with the potion. I was intending to tell you today but not in the way it came out. Sounds like you knew already what I did."

Debby paused for a long moment, mulling over his psychic aura. "I believe you, and I understand you had only good intentions. But if you want me to tell you that what you did is okay, I cannot give you that."

"Yeah, I know. I'll get it done. My mother, I mean."

"I sincerely hope you do. In a way, your mother and Penny Sovert are kindred spirits. I don't know all the details of your mother's circumstances, but I cannot believe she came about them voluntarily."

Richie shuddered and nodded.

Debby tilted her head. "Richie, are you doing this for her?"

Richie stared. "Huh?"

"Just what I said. Are you doing this for her?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"As opposed to what is expected of you."

Richie frowned. "Of course it's fucking expected of me. The rest of the Harbingers are expecting me to do it. You are. My father."

"Your father?"

Richie remained silent for a long moment. "Yeah, my father," he finally said in a slightly quavering voice. "The link that Cassie says I have to him, remember?"

"Does he talk to you over this link?"

"More like shouting."

"Shouting? Why would he shout at you?"

Richie looked more uncomfortable with each question. "Look, what difference does it make?"

"Whether you believe he's talking or shouting makes a huge difference in--"

"I don't have to believe in jack shit. He really is talking to me. Shouting. Whatever!"

Debby was disturbed not so much by his defensiveness as the odd spikes in his psychic aura. Now that she had a chance to examine them properly, she discovered that her and Cassie's initial assessment had been off. He did not have two entities in his mind fighting one another. They were both manifestations of his own self.

It had nothing to do with the potion, though its effects helped bear it out. Whatever shouting match was going on in his head, it was his own voice and not that of his father.

"I am doing this for her, okay?" Richie snapped. "Why not let everyone else come along for the ride and get their fill as well?"

Diane returned. "My mother said I could stay out a little longer as long as I was home by three," she said. "But, honestly, I think we've done all we can do."

"I'll take you home now if you want me to, Diane," Debby said. "I agree, we've already been given a lot to think about."

"I don't feel like I got anything more to see," Richie said. "It's kinda like reaching the last chapter of the book. There just ain't no more."

Debby believed they had seen enough for a lifetime. She admitted to a burning curiosity as to what it was like to see the past, especially one's own past, in such crystal clarity. She would never be so frivolous as to ask him to perform for her without a good reason; wanting to watch her daughter again when she was a child was not enough.

She stood. "All right, let's go. Does anyone know how things are going to be coordinated tomorrow?"

"No clue," Richie said.

"I'm not sure, either," Diane said. "I guess I assumed it would all happen after school. That's the earliest any of us can do it."

"I'll talk to Cassie later," Debby said. "Though I have a feeling I have already pretty much played out my role in this."

Heather moaned into pink, wet flesh as her tongue snaked past swollen folds and buried itself inside the tight confines of Marcie's cunt. She felt her partner writhe and shudder at the intrusion, then tremble with delight as she pressed her lips to Marcie's mound and lashed at her clit.

Heather uttered another deep sigh into aroused flesh as her body writhed to the unrelenting probing of Marcie's tongue. She wrapped her arms tighter around her partner's legs, coaxing them wider apart. She felt Marcie's thighs tremble in anticipation of orgasm even as her own pussy strained at the edge.

Neither promise would be fulfilled. They writhed like two serpents twined about one another, moaning and whimpering into each other's mound until they fell back from their peaks. They began anew, licking and sucking to again chase the grail which never would be theirs.

Heather heard a deep moan and a sigh behind her, and her skin flushed hot with desire when she knew she had pleased her Mistress. She pushed her mound into Marcie's face, and soon Heather was panting hard as Marcie face-fucked her pussy. Then her own world became wet pussy, and she obligingly did the same.

Somewhere in the dim depths of her mind, she realized she was going home that evening, but wasn't home here with her Mistress? Already she longed to don the maid costume again so she could look so sexy and hot. Just that morning she had been given higher heels to wear, and she delighted in how they made her legs look.

"S-stop!" Laura cried in a stained voice.

Heather slowly and reluctantly parted from Marcie. They lay on their sides, panting hard, faces glistening, still staring with longing at each other's pussy.

"Heather, stand," Laura said, her voice breathless. "Marcie, heel."

Heather stood, panting lightly. Her pussy ached in unrequited need, pleasure still buzzing in her folds. Marcie dropped to all fours and sat back on her feet, like a dog on its haunches, the name tag on her collar jingling softly.

Heather gazed at her Mistress with longing. Laura's robe was parted, her legs spread. Laura idly fingered her folds while her other hand played with one of her stiff nipples. "One of you will get the privilege of licking my pussy," Laura said in a husky and sly voice. "And the other will get to cum."

Heather uttered a hot sigh of lust, her body trembling. Her pussy oozed anew at both prospects. She could think of no more wonderful a taste than that of her Mistress' pussy. The pleasure was almost as great as an orgasm.

Almost.

Heather shuddered as her pussy steamed. She watched as her Mistress downed the remaining contents of her glass of wine, and she again felt the urge to wear her costume and become her Mistress' wet pussy maid again. Then Marcie could please her Mistress' pussy, and Heather could be the one to

(lift the lid)

experience an exquisite orgasm as only her Mistress could give. Even if Mistress simply directed her to bring herself to climax, she would still become consumed by mind-numbing bliss.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips as her tongue craved the taste of Mistress' wet folds. She could please Mistress so much better than Marcie, who was little more than a puppy wrapped in a human body. Heather knew every nuance of Laura's pussy, knew how to interpret every little sigh and every little moan. She knew when to speed up and slow down.

But that would leave her unable to

(expose the webcam)

serve the glass of wine she knew Mistress would want. On a Sunday, Mistress always had two glasses in the afternoon. Her pussy throbbed with her heartbeat at the thought of the touch of the silk and lace against her helplessly aroused body, or the way it moved against her skin

(when she's not looking at you)

when she glided across the room on her high heels, or the way she would

(lift the lid)

lean over and

(expose the webcam)

let her plump breasts press against the tight lace, driving her mad with desire when Mistress teased them.

Laura glanced between the two of them, and then at her empty wine glass. She set it aside and spread her legs further, pulling the folds of the robe back. "Marcie, come here," Laura said, and Marcie rushed forward, gazing up at Laura with adoring, vacant eyes. "Marcie, lick."

Marcie placed her hands along Laura's thighs and descended upon Laura's mound, head bobbing up and down.

Laura let out a small, soft sigh. She lifted the glass briefly and put it down again. "Heather, serve me."

"Yes, Mistress, at once," Heather gushed with husky delight.

She stepped over to where she had placed her uniform and put on each piece slowly and with sexy grace. Laura smiled as fishnets slid up Heather's legs and lace rose into place tight against Heather's swollen mound, outlining the labia against the damp fabric. Laura uttered a husky sigh as the top squeezed Heather's plump breasts into round globes. Laura's eyes glittered with desire as Heather's feet slipped into high heels and pristine white gloves were drawn up her arms.

Heather was panting by the time she was done. Her pussy was a hot miasma of arousal, each step tugging the lace into her folds and stroking her clit, her pleasure rising to a constant, low background hum of sensual delight.

She glanced towards her Mistress. Laura had closed her eyes, her arms upon the rests, her fingers curling.

Heather headed into the kitchen. She glanced at the laptop, then back over her shoulder at her Mistress without pausing. She prepared the glass of wine, every movement perfectly sensuous even though Mistress was not

(when she's not)

looking at her. She placed the glass upon the tray, balanced the tray upon her hand, and started towards the living room. Mistress was panting, her head tilted back, her eyes still closed.

Heather stopped just short of the living room. Why? Was she not supposed to

(lift the lid)

deliver the wine at once and

(expose the webcam)

reap her Mistress' reward? Yes, of course. She had no idea why she would even think of stopping here. What strange thoughts she still had! She entered the living room and stood at her Mistress' side, presenting the tray and bowing.

Behind her, the lid of the laptop lay open.

Ned slouched in his chair, idly surfing the web, the browser window partially obscuring the web cam window. He caught something out of the corner of his eye as the words "NO SIGNAL" suddenly disappeared from the latter, and he turned his head in time to see the display sudden flicker to slow-framed life.

Ned dismissed the browser and bolted upright in his seat. His eyes widened as they were treated to a view of Heather's shapely behind see-sawing away from the camera, and then a very naked Marcie crouched between another woman's thighs.

"Showtime," Ned said with a smirk as he hit the "Record" button on the webcam application.

He watched as Heather delivered her tray to her Mistress. I know she's ain't 'xactly doin' this of her own free will, Ned thought as he stared, but she is smokin' hot in that outfit.

He did feel bad about his thought a few moments later, when Laura took advantage of Heather's bowed position to play with her breasts and stroke her crotch until she was squirming with need. At least he assumed it was Laura. He uttered a low curse as he realized Laura's face was just out of the webcam view.

"Shit," Ned muttered. "Someone do something ta make her lean forward, fer Pete's sake!"

Heather straightened up. Ned glanced around when he heard faint, tinny noises, until he realized it was coming from the monitor's cheap built-in speakers. The laptop was picking up sound as well.

"Holy Christ onna donkey," Ned muttered as he lunged for the volume control and twisted the knob almost as far as it would go.

He missed hearing Laura's command to Heather, but he figured out exactly what it was a moment later. As Heather crossed the field of view, Marcie rose on all fours. Heather dropped to the floor, then rolled onto her back with her head between Marcie's thighs. Marcie lowered her hips until Heather's face was buried in Marcie's mound.

Ned rubbed the back of his neck and shifted in his seat in a vain attempt to accommodate his expanding cock as moaning emanated from the speakers. Shit, I shouldn't really be gettin' off on this, but wow ...

He was startled by a gruff voice at the door. "I heard odd sounds coming from the lab, and thought I would ..."

He trailed off as Laura's voice floated into the room. "Now, be a good girl, Marcie, and don't cum no matter how good Heather's tongue is."

Seeger paled. "I was going to ask if you were making progress," he said in a shaky voice as he backed up. "I will take this as a yes. Excuse me while I head back to my office and blind my mind's eye."

In any other context, Ned would have laughed. Instead, he felt as awkward as Seeger had. This was not just some porno movie, this was a friend being forced into sexual servitude.

"Okay, enough monkeyin' around," Ned said in a low voice. "We gotta get some evidence. That's all that matters here."

Jason gave his still-eviscerated computer a forlorn sigh before turning his attention back to his book on quantum mechanics as he lay on the bed. He was anxious to bring Cassie around to his point of view if for no other reason than it would mean having an operational computer again.

He had thought of broaching the subject with his father about obtaining a replacement hard drive, at least so he would have a working system again. However, as the days passed, it grew less likely that his father would see him as anything other than a threat, at least when he was not accusing his mother of being one as well.

His parents' arguments over the matter had become frequent enough that he had started to tune out any loud conversations. Thus it took him a few minutes to realize that the one his father was having did not involve his mother at all.

"Are you sure you can't find anyone else?" Henry said, his voice fading in and out as he paced downstairs. "What about Doctor Meredith, he needs more hours under his belt before ... shit ... all right what about ... what?"

His father had stopped somewhere near the bottom of the stairs. Jason closed his book and leaned forward, angling his ear towards the door.

"You're shitting me. He's really going to play that card? After all I've ... yes, yes, I know what he said about treating everyone fairly no matter what their tenure! I just thought that considering how I was busting my butt for that new wing ... all right ... yeah, fine. I don't have any choice, do I? I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Jason's heart thumped. His father was going to be out of the house, leaving him alone with his mother for the first time in a week.

He heard his father's feet pound up the stairs and tried to appear uninterested, opening the book in his lap and returning his gaze to it. He did not look up when his father stood in the doorway. "Jason."

Jason held up a forefinger, pretending to finish reading a sentence before he looked up. "Yes?"

Henry sighed. "I have to head to the hospital to tend to a patient. I don't have any choice."

"That's fine," Jason said in a calm voice which masked both rising excitement and anxiety. "You haven't had to do that for awhile. I understand."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

Jason gave his father a look of equanimity.

"Don't dance around this, son," Henry said in a low voice. "You know what your mother wants to do with you."

"She was busy in the basement looking for more ornaments for the Christmas tree."

"I doubt she will remain there long once I'm out of the house."

Jason uttered a small sigh and closed his book. "Okay, what is it are you trying to say, Dad?" Jason said in an irritated voice. "And, please, no more 'you know exactly what I mean' crap. Just come out and say it."

Henry frowned. "Very well. She'll likely make some sort of sexual advance towards you. I'm counting on you to reject it."

Jason remembered what he had pledged to himself. He still felt it was a valid course of action despite the flutter his heart gave at the thought. Something still felt wrong about it despite all logic which pointed to it as the correct course of action.

"I'll do the right thing, Dad," Jason said.

"If this had been a month ago, that would have reassured me," said Henry. "Now I just don't know."

"Maybe you believe that I haven't given this any thought. That I'm just following my teenage hormones. Give me a little more credit than that, Dad."

"To be honest, Jason, I'm not sure what your thinking processes are anymore, and I don't have time to argue the point. I suppose I will have to trust that you will really do what's right."

"Yes, I will, but don't think you have a monopoly on what can be considered 'right.'"

Henry clenched his teeth and glared at his son before turning away.

Jason turned back to his book but could not concentrate on it. He listened to his father's mad scramble to get out of the house, and then the rumble of the garage door as it went up and down again, and then silence.

He looked up. He thought about heading downstairs to find his mother and not bother with delaying the inevitable. His cock twitched in encouragement, and he went as far as closing the book.

He took it no further than that. At no point since learning how to apply power properly did he need to be so thoroughly in the right. He had to stick with his original pledge; he had to let her come to him.

A few minutes later, the silence was broken by a low thud as the basement door closed. Jason heard nothing for awhile, and it was not until he heard a faint creaking noise did he realize his mother was already halfway up the stairs.

His heart thumped as he set the book to the side. He would play at no pretense. He knew what she wanted of him.

The creaking stopped, and again Jason heard nothing until his mother's footsteps padded down the hall. Jason watched as a bare foot appeared first, and for a tense moment he thought she had already stripped herself naked. He was not sure he could take that all at once.

Instead, she appeared in her normal house dress, but she had already unbuttoned most of her blouse. From the way her breasts jiggled under the loosened fabric, it was clear she wore no bra.

Audrey stood upon the threshold, leaning against one side of the door frame. One hand toyed with the next button, while her other hand had slipped under her skirt, fingers moving slowly under her crotch. Jason heard faint wet sounds with each slow stroke of his mother's fingers.

"Hello, Jason," Audrey said in a husky voice, her eyes smoldering.

Jason leaned forward. His cock was already hard, forcing him to part his legs slightly. "Hi."

Audrey paused, as if realizing the same as Jason, that she stood poised on a point of no return. She stepped forward, her hips swaying. She popped another button of her blouse, and then another. "Jason ... I have to be a complete mother to you. I can't accept anything less."

"I know, Mom," Jason said, his voice quavering despite his growing lust.

She stepped closer to the bed and undid the last button. "You're going to have to deal with it as you see fit. Whatever you decide to do, I'll accept it."

She shrugged off her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Jason had never thought his own mother's bosom would look so sexy. He wondered if Richie had had similar thoughts the first time he had given in to his mother's advances.

As Audrey drew closer, Jason wondered now what had upset him. His mother was a woman like any other. Richie had been right; he really had no business making this a big deal.

Audrey gave him a look of equal parts desire and desperation. Jason was not sure how to interpret the latter. She hesitated, her hands posed at the waist of her skirt. She shuddered and pushed it off her hips and down her legs. Jason shivered as he gazed upon his mother's nude body, which glided with unnerving grace to his bed.

She dispensed with the teasing. She pulled down his zipper and undid his belt, her eyes fixed on the bulging prize beneath. Jason panted softly in anticipation, though his hands clenched and unclenched as if still fighting the impulse to push her away.

"You worried about me being upset later at what I might do," Audrey said. "I can't imagine ever being upset about wanting your cock, Jason."

She pulled his jeans down his legs, his cock pulsing and straining against his briefs. A tiny, sticky stain appeared on the cotton near the head.

"But you could take care of that, couldn't you?" Audrey said with a longing smile as she lightly stroked her son's cock through his briefs. "You could make sure I always enjoy it."

Yes, he could do that even now. He sensed her mind had been left open to him, as if she had been prepared. Should that alarm him? Did it matter if it were the right thing to do?

He could also nudge her away. He could give himself more time to think about this, and more time for her to reconsider.

He let out a ragged sigh as Audrey pulled his briefs down his legs, and his cock bobbed free. No, there would be no reconsidering. No more delays. She dropped his briefs to the floor and played with his cock and balls, fingers teasing and arousing him to the point of desperation, his cock tinged purple with the force of his erection.

He slipped into her mind, not so much to assert control, but as a natural consequence of their growing intimacy. To him it was an integral part of the sex act anymore, akin to a touch upon a private area otherwise kept hidden away. He sensed her desire and overwhelming need to prove that she could be a good mother in all respects.

He came upon something else, something which sent a chill down his spine. When Audrey tugged his shirt and urged it up his torso, Jason finally stopped her, placing his hands on her shoulders and nudging her back.

His mother gave him an anxious look. "Please, Jason, don't resist now," Audrey said in a soft, pleading voice. "I gave up trying to resist it several days ago."

Jason had not thought for some time about how his mother had come into this state, until he could touch the tendrils of Dark power in her mind. They did not push back nor try to ride his own desire like a wave back into his own mind.

The Darkness was the one who pushed me into going to the Inn in the first place, Jason thought.

Jason let out a husky sigh as his mother lightly stroked his cock with her skilled fingers. He could not bring himself to stop her. He wanted this as much as she did, but he had to make sure it was all his own desire and nothing the Darkness was doing to him.

Why would it need to do anything? He was not threatening it. Had he not already started to reassess his own thinking about what the Auras meant and what the nature of the so-called Dark power was?

Jason mentally prodded at the tendrils, and they did not fight back. He felt he could sweep them aside if he so wanted, though that would mean taking his mother under his control.

Jason swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment, squirming at his mother's gentle strokes upon his cock. When she again tried to remove his shirt, he offered no resistance. She nudged his chest until he lay on his back, naked and panting.

"Now, Jason," Audrey said in a needy but still anxious voice as she straddled him. "I--"

"W-wait," Jason said, panting. "Would you ... I-I'd just love to have you ... to have you take me in your mouth."

Jason saw desire burn in his mother's eyes and sensed her thoughts revel in the idea of her lips wrapped around his cock. He was not sure why he had suggested it. Was he trying to delay after all? He felt that once his cock entered her pussy, he had crossed a line from which he could never turn back.

Audrey smiled and caressed his cock, her wet and oozing pussy hovering barely inches above it. "Oh, yes, Jason, I would love to suck your cock," she cooed. She stopped stroking and aimed his cock upwards. "Later. First ... I must be a complete mother to you ..."

Cassie curtsied to another of her father's business partners as he and his wife left the ballroom. She maintained her perfect, pleasant smile and demeanor despite her growing desire to see the luncheon finally over. She was proud of herself for having kept much of her poise and grace throughout the event despite the growing heat in her pussy.

Cassie looked out over the ballroom and saw only a scattering of guests remaining, many congregating around her father as they sipped their drinks. Others left through another exit, where Dorothy granted them a departing smile and bow of her head.

When no more were coming to her, Dorothy marched across the ballroom floor towards Cassie. Cassie had not recalled a single admonishing look from her mother throughout the event. Nevertheless, she steeled herself, as it seemed all her conversations with her mother in recent days were confrontations.

Cassie maintained her bearing as her mother approached. "Well, Cassandra," Dorothy said. "I must say today was a pleasant improvement over what I have seen of you lately."

"Thank you, mother," Cassie said in a formal voice. She did not care so much about the "praise" in and of itself, just that it was not admonishment.

Dorothy folded her arms. "You still have far to go to get back to where you were. I almost long for the days where you went around as if you were in a dream world. At least then your poise was perfect."

Cassie wanted to laugh. The only reason she was so "poised" was because she could put herself on automatic while her mind retreated into itself.

"But I suppose I will take what I can get. Now, it would behoove you to--"

Cassie's cell phone suddenly warbled. Without thinking, she yanked it out of her dress and was about to flip it open when she caught her mother's dark look. She had forgotten her mother's edict about leaving her cell phone in her room when she attended social functions.

She glanced at the caller-ID. It displayed "unavailable," same as it had the night Jason's father had called her.

Cassie ignored her mother's glare, flipped it open, and said, "Please hold for a moment." She held the cell phone at her side and looked up at her mother.

"Yes, you have quite far to go," Dorothy said in an icy voice. "I suppose that is one of your low-brow friends."

"Please, mother, may I take this call? There's no one left for me to greet as they all went to--"

"I was going to have you head over to the other side and greet the remaining guests as they disengaged from your father," Dorothy hissed. "But, oh, yes, by all means, Cassandra, a call from those beneath you is far, far more important than this!"

Her mother turned on her heel and marched away.

Cassie sighed and shook her head, knowing she was going to pay for this later. She lifted the phone to her ear. "I'm sorry. Hello?"

"I apologize if I am catching you at a bad time," said Henry Conner. "And I am not even sure if you can do anything to help."

Cassie's heart pounded. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

"I have been forced to head into the hospital to tend to a patient, and now I need to prep for surgery. I am going to be here for several hours. I was the only thing stopping my wife from wanting to have sex with Jason."

"Oh goodness," Cassie said. "But Jason didn't want--"

"The old Jason did not want it, but I have no idea about the new Jason."

Cassie whipped her gaze to the other side of the ballroom. Dorothy had taken up position again at the other exit, but she shot a glare at her daughter whenever she was not greeting someone. "Mr. Conner, if you're asking me to stop it, I don't think I could ever get there in time."

"I know that. I think even this I can make Audrey forget if I'm ... if we're successful against the Entity."

Cassie's eyes widened as she contemplated the strength and nature of Henry's power if he could do something like that.

"What I am more concerned about is Jason enslaving her," Henry said in a heavy voice. "I am not sure I have enough power to deal with that."

Cassie sighed. "I'll do what I can. I'm not sure how soon I can leave. We had a social function at the mansion. It's coming to an end now but--"

"Just do what you can, that's all I ask." There was the sound of Dr. Conner's name in the background. "Yes, I'll be there shortly! Cassie, I have to go. I'll try to call you back later."

The call was closed before Cassie could say another word.

She snapped the phone closed and dropped it into her pocket. She had hoped for a relatively quiet Sunday -- the calm before the storm -- but it was not to be. Now she had to convince a hostile mother to let her head back into town.

She glanced at the remaining guests. The final gathering was breaking up. They were finishing their drinks and shaking hands with her father in turn.

Just need to get through the next few minutes, Cassie thought, but she wondered if she were already too late.

Audrey sat with her son's cock buried inside her, reveling at the sensation. She had not realized just how much she had missed it. She gazed down, and for a second half-expected to see Henry gazing up at her. Seeing her son instead gave her another moment's pause.

But this is what she had wanted. Henry would not have her anymore, thus her ability to be a good wife had been taken away. Now she would have to be a good mother instead. Jason would get what Henry no longer desired.

She felt her son's presence in her mind. Would he take control of her now? Would he ensure she would always be the best possible mother? Would he guarantee that every fuck would be a joyous experience?

She leaned forward and began a slow, sensuous hump, closing her eyes at the sheer pleasure of Jason's cock sliding in the tight confines of her cunt. It felt so nice, so thick and long, and she knew now why so many girls sought his affections. She felt honored to be included in his little harem.

Audrey kept the pace slow. She did not want to rush it despite her aching need. She felt his hands upon first her hips, then her ass, squeezing the cheeks until she squirmed and moaned. She quickened in her excitement, but only enough to feel her body slap against his and convince her that she was really fucking her son.

The "should" or "shouldn't" was moot now. No matter what happened, for good or ill, she would never forget this moment.

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