Keep everything a secret.

James silently texted back, "Ssh. I order you to not let anyone know. Now please tell dad that something came up at work, and you will not be able to go. If he needs to take someone, he can take Britney" His mother looks furious as she silently walks towards her bedroom. About a minute later, James hears his father yell, "What do you mean something came up at work. We have been planning this for a month."

"Kimberley, I AM NOT taking her, this is a company retreat, and I will not show up with my daughter. Tell your boss you have a family emergency."

"Now Wayne… MY BOSSES already know about the trip. I try to tell him I have an emergency; he will know I am lying."

James's father counters with, "Then tell him you just have to go; you don't have another choice."

"WAYNE! I AM YOUR WIFE, NOT YOUR ****, and I never will be. We both agreed you wouldn't hold my job back, so if you don't want to take your daughter, how about you rent your brother's ****. I hear he is renting her weekends for really cheap."

James's father groans, "He is only renting her for so little money because she didn't start off looking good, and now she is pregnant. And she certainly isn't one of those women that look hotter while pregnant."

Kimberley "Well, it's her or your daughter. Those are your options. END OF CONVERSATION!" she quickly turns and exits the room.

Ten minutes later, James's father comes stomping out of his bedroom, yelling: "Britney, pack your stuff; you're coming with me this weekend."

Britney "Oh, come on, dad, I had plans with my friends."

Kimberley "Listen to your father, Britney, or else!"

Britney "Fine, but I get a new swimsuit and dress when we get there."

Kimberley smiles at her husband. "Sounds reasonable, but only if you're ready in time. He is leaving in an hour."

Britney packs her bag as fast as she can, and within an hour, she is in the car with her father, with James and his mother waving goodbye to them.

The moment they were alone in the room, Kimberley looked at her son with an angry face. "There you had your fun; you ruined my weekend with your father; now cancel the contract."

"Nope… in fact, mom, I don't think that I am ever going to cancel the contract, so my fun is just beginning." He sits down on a chair and crosses his legs. "Now, you're going to answer a few of my questions." He pulls out his phone and starts recording.

"Did you not pick on your daughter about becoming a ****?"

"James, you know I did, so what?" she stumps her foot.

He continues, "So how does it make you feel that you're a **** before her?"

"James, I know what you're getting out, and I was just having innocent fun."

James smiles. "Now, Kimberley, you didn't answer my question, you better start, or I will have to call the cops about a disobedient ****."

Kimberley snarls, "You wouldn't call the cops on your own mother."

James turns the phone around and shows her that he got their number up and is about to hit call, causing her to scream, "Ok… Stop… don't call… It pisses me off. Ok, I answered, now you don't have to call"

James: "good, now when was the last time you had sex."

Kimberley snaps at him, "You can't really want to know your mother's sex life."

James counters with, "I can, and I do! The next time you don't answer right away, I will call the cops. So let me ask again, When was the last time you have had sex."

Kimberley "last weekend with your father, after you and your sister went to bed, and before you asked, I have only done it with your father!"

James "Thank you. Now when was the next time you two planned on having sex."

Kimberley "We don't plan sex; if we have the time and space, it just sort of happens."

James: "Do you have any lingerie that you wear during sex."

Kimberley "Yes, James. I own lingerie; a lot of women do." She taps her finger on her arm in aggravation

James "You would have had time and space this weekend, so did you pack any?"

Kimberley barks, "Yes, I did, just in case the mood hit us."

James "So, in a way, you were planning on having sex this weekend. I am sorry that I took that away from you."

Kimberley laughs. "Somehow, I strongly doubt you are sorry."

James smiles at her. "Yes, I AM. So much so that I think I am going to have to fill in for dad."

Kimberley was flabbergasted. "Ok, James, you embarrassed me and caught it on camera, but now you are actually implying you will have sex with me. James, in case you have gone insane after your little power trip and forgotten. I am still your mother, and that would be ****!"

James ignored his mother's comments as he stood up and walked toward his mother. "Mom, are you still menstruating."

Kimberley "James, I am only 44. I am not that old."

James smiles as he runs his fingers up her arms, causing her skin to crawl. "Ok, so did you and dad use protection. And I must remind you, if you even hesitate to answer, I will call the cops."

Kimberley strongly doesn't want to answer, but out of fear of what the cops will do to her, she replies, "Your father has a lot of control and can pull out. I normally finish him with my mouth."

"Not your ass?"

Kimberley's face turns bright red. "No, that is gross. Never. That's off-limits."

"Well, it's not to me," he walks behind him and taps her round ass causing her to jump in the air. "If fact, nothing on you is. I don't have dad's control, so I doubt I could pull out even if I wanted, which I won't. Also, since you two don't use any protections, neither will we." He walks back in front of her. "Now, mom, listen very carefully; I am about to give you directions, and if you haven't started them before I walk back over there and pick up my phone, I will be calling the cops, you understand?"

Kimberley swallows deeply in fear. "Yes, James"

"Ok… Kimberley, I order you to go into your room and change into the sexiest piece of lingerie you own; you will have 20 minutes to get ready, including hair and make-up. After that, I will be coming in, and we will be having sex, and we won't stop until I have cum in every one of your holes. Do You understand?"

She knobs in fear

"Good, now go." James turns around to walk towards his phone, only glimpsing back slightly to see his mother in a full sprint towards her room. The fear of what the police do to women during retraining drives her to follow James's orders.