Jason! Her step-son!

"Is that you?"

That was all Cyndi needed to hear. It was Jason, George's son from his first marriage. At twenty years of age, Jason was working with his dad, on promoting him to the younger voting populous. Apparently he was out, celebrating his father's victory also! Jason stood six-four, nearly filling the doorway with his athletic build. His chestnut hair was cut short and his blue eyes sparkled with young lust.

Jason walked into the room, eyeing the slut and the naked lady, as in disbelief. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and refocus. Jason soon realized that the woman of his masturbatory fantasies was standing naked in front of him. "Th-th-this can't be," he mumbled as he stood within reach of the two women.

Cyndi stood frozen, completely shell-shocked, and unable to speak. All she could do was watch Jason as he moved from the doorway, closer to her immobile form. Her body was still tingling from the sensations the hooker had provided her, yet a cold shiver ran down her spine as the realization was sinking in. Cyndi's mind immediately raced back to the thoughts that would cross her mind, when she used to "check in" on Jason's room when he would visit during college breaks. She recalled the one instance vividly, creaking the door open to let him know breakfast was on the table, and finding the thin bed sheet tented visibly. Cyndi remained frozen staring at the large teepee, as he lay sleeping. Now she found herself frozen again, and her eyes were drawn to the tenting bulge in Jason's trousers. Once again, Cyndi's mind traveled back, recalling how she scampered off to her room after seeing Jason, and fucked herself silly, pumping three fingers in and out of her hole. Ever since that time, Cyndi had fought back the memory and the urges whenever Jason was around to visit.

Cyndi could feel her body stiffen. The growing knot in her stomach tightened. The lump in her throat nearly cut off her breathing. Cyndi struggled, looking for something to say, or somewhere to hide.

Jason stood motionless now as his eyes devoured his stepmother's naked body. All he had to do was reach out and break the invisible barrier between them. She wasn't moving. She hadn't made any attempt to cover herself, or hide. Jason wasn't sure if this was for real. He looked into her eyes and sensed something pure and honest, yet very animalistic.