Jason pushed her beyond her limit, causing her to gag, half an inch more was forced down her. his greedy demanding expectations were driving her wild. She choaked and spluttered yet her pussy was just as on fire from the treatment. He held her in place, and then pinched her nose. Breathing became impossible through her nose, so she tried her mouth, only to realise the action was tightening her throat around his shaft. A devilish grin on his face as he did so. He knew what he was doing, what he wanted, and she just had to put up with it. Her hand slid down to her pussy as she struggled for breath. finding her clit ready and waiting, the touch sent a slight buzz straight up her spine and constricting her throat even more on passing before slamming into her mind. He released her, allowing her to slide straight off, gasping for air, one, two, three. His hand forced her back down. She wasn’t ready but he didn’t care. She was just there for his pleasure, nothing more, nothing less.
A finger slipped into her flooded hole, feeling the sperm swirling around inside. thick, goopy. Yet she went past it for her G spot. unfortunately, her angle left her out of reach. Jason’s cock hit the back of her throat, causing her to gaga again, but he didn’t stop her there this time, allowing her to bounce back up. she managed to get all the way up until her lips caught the lip of his cock’s head, before she was pushed back down again. two hands on the side of her head controlled her rhythm, up and down. getting faster and faster. saliva built up fast within her mouth, spilling out of her mouth and flooding his pelvis. It wasn’t just his work; she was also eagerly aiding in the mechanical process. Her body working in tangent with his arms to piston his cock, as her hand held the base steady. Her other exploring her own genitalia. Giving up on the G-spot, she aimed for size and her clitoris, three fingers ruggedly playing with her hole, while her thumb stimulated her clit.
She could no longer maintain eye contact, closing her eyes in sheer bliss. Jason grunting and moaning as he got off in her mouth. “Get ready.” She tried to swallow deeper, only for him to pull her off.
“No, no, no.” she panicked. Desperately for the cock to come back into her throat. To taste the gooey treat she worked so hard to get.
“The cup, you idiot.” A realisation dawned on her, grabbing the cup on the bed and positioning it ready. Spurt after spurt suddenly erupted inside. the gooey goodness that should have been painting her mouth right now. It should be trickling down her throat, she should be having a stomach full of this, and yet all she could do is watch it fill up this stupid container. Rage built up a little inside her. There was so much of it. More than she’d ever seen come across her desk, and it should have landed down her fucking throat.
Jason finished. Giving her a sizable sample. He looked down noticing Abigale was fuming as she stared at the cup. A slight chuckle slipped out. He grabbed Abigale by both cheeks. Forcing her to look up at him. “Next time, you will be swallowing it.”
A heart felt twinkle landed within her eyes. A happy grin replacing her anger immediately, “Yes, my Lord. Thank you, my Lord.”
The two got dressed, straightening out uniforms and putting on fresh clean clothes. “Three things before we head down stairs.” Jason called out to her.
Abigale paused to look at him.
“The taste of winter spiced fruit cake is the thickest on your pussy.” Her face immediately turned crimson. “make sure you apologies to the maid who has to clean up your squirt from my bed, I don’t want her thinking I’m a bed wetter.” Steam began raising from her head. Then he showed her the ruined pair of panties he’d ripped off. “and lastly never, ever wear panties, or trousers for that matter in front of me again.” Jason stepped out the room first. The draft from the door opening immediately reconfirmed that she was no longer wearing anything under her skirt. Standing right outside was a maid completely red faced and aroused as she looked at Jason with lust, was it just from knowing what was happening or had she heard, taken a peek. What did she know? Jason was looking back at her. His hight advantage over the maid gave off an erotic advantage to him, usually women was taller, and took pride in dating shorter guys. But the way he hungered for someone. He’d hungered for her. she was one of the maids that attended the meeting in the background, no doubt the situation with Jason would spread like wildfire amongst all the horny staff members. Jason cupped her chin. Brushing his thumb over her lips. “Damn, I’ll definitely have to snack on you soon. Unfortunately, I’ve left my family long enough.”
“Thank you, master Jason.” An excited predatory grin on her own. Abigale couldn’t fault her for that. The maids had had that trained out of them relentlessly, and yet a single trigger from Jason pulled it right back out of her.
***
I re-entered the lounge, not caring for the awkward atmosphere of my family having to ‘entertain’ a guest for so long while everyone was aware that I was fucking her partner. I was way too happy, fresh, no more clouds over my mind. “My mind’s never felt so clear in my life.” I blurted out, hands in a half triumphant, haft stretching pose. Abigale meekly following me behind, yet she too had an amazing glow to her.
I sat with a thump next to Jodie. For some reason she refused to look at me. Red faced more so than others. A maid came and took our two full cups away along with Abigale’s. Jodie looked at me through the corner of her eye, and I looked at her with clear suspicion. Yet whatever was going on, she kept it to herself.
Abigale slowly took her own seat back; she looked like she was buzzing too. yet trying desperately to keep her emotions in check. Spinning it around in my head, I felt it comical. A politically powerful father acting like his own daughter’s wingman for a go at a handsome male federal agent. And then told the federal agent that he didn’t have a choice in the matter. Even though the agent was clearly interested the daughter. There was so much more to it, and it just added to the bizarre situation.
Abigale placed the container hesitantly on the table, The quantity seemed to be impressive based on the reaction on everyone’s faces. “How much did you need; how many go’s did you wring out of my brother?” Hayley, always one to ask the important questions in life.
Abigale blushed. A heat of embarrassment spread up her face. “Ta, that’s… just once.” She answered.
“Holy father of Jenny. Wait, so why’d it take you over an hour?” now everyone seemed interested, but clearly for all the wrong reasons. Abigale quickly turned away from their inquisitive stares. “Holy cow did some beast sink their teeth into the back of your neck.” Hayley turned towards me as Abigale hunched her shoulders to hide the red swelling from my bite. Even I went sheepishly red from that, Hayley covered her mouth. Not well enough to hide the upward turn at the corners of her lips “Jason, you absolute beast!”
“I, I, I, wasn’t thinking straight. It, it just happened.” I rubbed the back of my own neck.
“Was she that good?” That wasn’t Hayley’s voice this time. I turned to see mother grinning at me, Hayley and Helen both flustered as they looked at me for the answer too.
Why the hell is this family so interested in my sex life, I looked at mom with a deadpan face for a good moment. Yet it did nothing to wipe that stupid shit eating grin off her face. “Is that it, are we done, can I go now?”
“Erm.” I almost sighed out loud hearing Abigale peek up again, yet my eye roll seemed to have stopped her.
“Can we do another hormone test.” Stacy saved her. “confirm that sex reduced the effects.” Stacy pushed the device towards me.
“Sure,” I didn’t wait any longer and placed my hand on the device. A few moments later the results came in. 775ng/ld.” She then had Abigale tested and herself tested. Abigale dropped to 250, the bottom of the range, while Sarah dropped to 320. The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
I got up, “So, Sex calms me down, sex calms the woman down, but even if the woman doesn’t have sex, as long as I’ve had sex, there’s a drop.”
“Yes, but in the last scenario, the levels don’t return completely to normal,” Abigale replied.
“That’s still useful,” Stacy said, as Abigale folded the machine back into briefcase mode. “Not conclusive, but useful. I would like to reassure you, Duchess Catherine, the readings I went over doesn’t suggest any long-term side effects from the tachyon particles. But I cannot guarantee it over the long term. He is the only sample of a male with over 100ng/ld of natural testosterone we’ve ever recorded.”
Abigale nodded quickly, clearly grateful for the change in subject. “We’ll write up what we have tonight and send over the preliminary notes. As well as inform you of… Jason’s… fertility compatibility. For now, I think it’s best we give everyone some space.”
That, more than anything, seemed to let the room breathe again. Mom stood first, thanking them with the sort of politeness that sounded normal on the surface and deeply relieved underneath it. Hayley still looked like she had a dozen comments fighting to escape, but one sharp glance from Helen kept most of them locked behind her teeth.
Stacy and Abigale gathered their things. The cases snapped shut one after another, each click sounding unusually loud in the quiet lounge. At the door, Stacy paused and looked back at me—not with accusation, exactly, but with the careful expression of someone adding one more note to a growing list.
“Try not to push yourself, Jason,” she said. “And if anything changes—mood, strength, appetite, anything unusual—tell someone straight away, its uncharted territory, and can become dangerous if you go it alone.”
“That makes it sound like I’m some unstable experiment.”
“You are,” Hayley said, too quickly.
I rolled my eyes to Hayley’s comment, without looking away from Stacy. A few tired laughs broke through the room. Not enough to erase the strangeness of the day, but enough to prove we were all still capable of pretending things were ordinary when we needed to.
“Bye, Stacy, may we meet again in the future.” I shook her hand. “By Abigale,” I took her hand and kissed it in the same manner I greeted her in. eye contact and everything. The way she squirmed was almost as delicious as she tasted.
The agents left soon after, their footsteps clipping across the gravel drive, heading to a black sedan. The door closed behind them. The moment they were gone, the house seemed to settle around us, quieter than before, as though it too had been holding its breath.
I looked at Jodie. “Is that greeting still improper, mom?” I said with a grin. An irate look with the obligatory raised eyebrow was all she gave me.
I sighed letting tension leave me as I looked at the clock on the wall. “Well, so much for my early start to get up the mountain.”
“I think you’ve had enough of an adrenaline rush today mister.” Mom said. “I think we should all just have a quiet day today.”
I was going to agree, when I remembered. “Clothes?”
“Come again?” Mother asked.
“Mom, this t-shirt was the biggest I could find in his wardrobe, and I don’t have any pants to wear.” I answered her honestly.
“You’re going commando?” Hayley looked intrigued.
“You wanna see?”
“Yeah.”
“NO!” Mother ordered us to stop. Rubbing her temple. Realisation had just hit her, she now had three horny teenagers under her roof, and the newest member to that group was of the other gender. Originally, Jason as the male, was the gatekeeper of sex, choosing who he opens it for, with her the enforcer at his gate, fulfilling rules he set. This new Jason has probably already scrapped the gate, pulled out the foundation pins and would probably spend more time heading out to knock on other people’s gates. “It’s all fun and games, Jason being more open to sex. I’m still his mother, I decide who, and when and how much he can sleep with someone.” Mother looked over the three of us. “Jason, I will call Samantha, see if Sophia wants to take you shopping. And Jodie you will go with them, I think it would do Jason good to get out of the house for a bit. But tonight, I’ll be setting ground rules in this house. Do you all understand?”
“““Yes Mom.””” We all called out un unison. That’s kinda weird, my own mother dictating my sex life. Reversed in my world, sure you could say fathers did that in such aristocratic families, but it was kind of hidden behind marriage proposals. But mother was directly stating who I can have sex with. We~ll besides the fact it was kind of hot as long as she didn’t dictate that I’d be practicing abstinence, but I also suppose it makes sense in a regulatory manner, she doesn’t want us shacking up in bed 24/7. I could definitely see mine or Hayley’s grades taking a nose dive if we were given free reign. Helen might be able to preserve them, but she might start to feel like she’s being punished for maintaining good standards.
I still can’t believe I’m rationalising shacking up with my sisters. I’ll just chalk it up to being a long day. There was more pressing questions to ask.
“Erm, who’s Sophia?” the only person I could think of was the hottest girl in school. Daughter of the richest family in the city. if anyone ever looked like an ice princess from anime it was her. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“Ahh, you don’t have a Sophia on your end, we’ll have to introduce you two. Samantha and I have arranged for you two to be betrothed, we were trying to push you two together, I’d say with mixed results, but that came with the territory of him being a boy.”
“My what?” That, was a shocker and a half. “I have a fiancé and you just sent me upstairs to cheat on her.”
“Cheat?” now mom was looking confused.
“Is monogamy not a thing, a mutually exclusive relationship between two people?”
“Jason, it’s not really a thing, you even brought it up in the kitchen how unrealistic such a relationship could work.”
“Then what’s the point of getting engaged? Would I not be hurting her by sleeping with other women?”
“If you did it without her permission, sure,” Mom said. “But marriage here isn’t about exclusivity. It’s about responsibility. Boys respond strongly to security and trust, especially when the match is chosen by someone they already rely on. They call it Prince syndrome: an arranged bond can steady their hormones, raise testosterone and fertility markers, and reduce anxiety. Sophia isn’t meant to own you, Jason. She’s meant to become someone you trust enough to keep you balanced when I can’t.”
“And what does she get out of it?”
“Well, sex for starters,” Mom said with a small grin. “Boys usually leave control of their sex life, and especially reproduction, to their spouse. They’re often timid and physically weaker, so it would be Sophia’s duty to make sure any woman you sleep with is safe and in good standing. It is also socially unacceptable for women to approach you directly; they would be expected to go through your spouse. In return, she gets first place whenever she wants it.”
“That’s the fun side. The serious side is status. Marrying you gives her a way higher standing as well, she would gain the requisition to inherit her family’s titles in its fullest. It also improves her odds of pregnancy and gives her almost a forty percent chance of bearing a son, compared with roughly eight percent from transactional arrangements. And any children she has with you would be legitimate. Outside marriage, you have no legal claim over any child conceived from your seed. In turn she will help negotiate on your behalf to get the best benefits for you two.”
That was a lot to take in. I sat down on the sofa. It literally was medieval views of relationships in almost the reverse while still taking into the account of the fact who gets pregnant hasn’t reversed. I say medieval not in a derogatory term, but all this talk about her having control over my sexual autonomy like that. I didn’t know how I felt about it.
“It is a two-way conversation.” Mother added.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“She’s not going to whore you out to whoever she fancies,” Mother said. “But the government will want a lot from you. They’ll want children, and they’ll want you visible enough to give women hope. In a world where most women may never be close to a man, that lack can turn dark fast. If enough people feel shut out completely, it becomes unrest.”
Mom softened her voice. “Relationships between women help, but they don’t always fill that space. Before we had you, both your mother and I struggled. Raising you gave us something to hold on to.” Jodie hugged me tighter as I listened.
Mother continued, “Your fiancé is meant to stand between you and society’s demands. She’ll be pushed to make you useful, but if you’re harmed, if you end up broken. Trauma, infertility, and suicide among men are serious fears. She’ll be left with the consequences too. She could lose status, titles, access to another man or IVF, and if she has no sons, even her citizenship once her daughters come of age. That’s the softer side, if you were to take your own life from such a traumatic event, she could end up in prison or on death’s row.”
“Oh. Okay.” I had a lot to think about. I was starting to understand the balance between my parents: Mom handled the emotional side, while Mother explained how the world worked—and how to survive it.
Not bothered wasn’t the right word. Maybe an appreciative understanding behind such a life changing situation that would be placed on me. Relationships wasn’t all about taking liberties from each other. I knew that. But as someone who wanted to be the leader in the relationship it gave me a new found respect. I mean, I could fight her for leadership. But then I would just be adding to the strain she would be under. It was a conundrum I’d have to think about. First of all, I needed to meet her.
“I need time to digest this, but for now, I’d like to go shopping with her, as you suggested.”
“Sure, hon, why don’t you change, and I’ll give her a call.”
“I’m literally wearing the only clothes that fit. Kinda defeats going shopping if I had options.” I signed.
“Go! And play! I’ll call you when she gets here.”