He doesn't trust his father and convince his mother to not trust him either

James was secretly listening to their whole conversation. At first, he thought, 'Congrats, dad, father like son after all.' But that quickly switches to 'If it is actually father like son, the next thing he would do is... NO, SHE IS MINE!'

His mother was mentally stuck because she also had sex with one of her children; thus, she couldn't come up with anything more to say to her husband. As a result, she let him quietly slip away in shame to his bedroom.

James made his move the moment he was sure his father was out of earshot. James quietly sneaked up behind his mother and grabbed her ass through her yoga pants. The sensation of her son grumping her ass would have caused her to jump right out of her skin If He hadn't done it so many times over this last weekend. James leans into her ear As her nerves slowly calm down. "Mom, I don't trust dad."

She quickly frees herself from her grasp and spins around. "Why, is it because he had sex with your sister. Your one to talk, or have you forgotten that you **** yourself on your mother as well. If I am not mistaken, he only did it once, and she seems fine with it now. However, you did it far more than that, unless you are going to try to say the almost none stop forty-eight hours that you just **** on me as one. Either way, I would consider you worse than him. At least he did not enslave her."

James looks his mother in the eyes with confidence. "It's not about who is worse; it's about the fact I don't trust him. I guess it is father-like son when it comes to sex with a family member." he chuckled. "But that saying goes both ways. Do you know how well the pastie that covers my sister's tattoo is stuck on her? What are chances that my father's hand didn't slip and 'accident' flicked the pastie off of Britney when he had her bear naked, black flat on the hotel bed while forcing himself inside of her vagina."

His mother stares James down. "He wouldn't dare."

James walks closer to his mother and slips his hand down the front of her yoga pants before fingering the pussy that he had just finished fucking around thirty minutes ago. "Need I remind you, 'Father like son,' and I certainly did not have a problem enslaving a family member. If he is ok forcing his old dick inside of her in a strange hotel room, I know he wouldn't have a second thought of keying in her number the moment he had some privacy at home."

His mother's eyes expand as she finally begins to see what James is saying, so she calls out, "Honey, can you come here."

Seconds later, James's father responds by yelling back, "I am sorry, honey, but I am a little busy right now; I'll be down in a second."

James's mother whispers, "Like hell he is." She was in a pissed and panicked state, causing her to only think of one thing to do, so she snatched James's phone from him and quickly keyed in eleven numbers.