Strengthening the bond

Gwyneira leaned toward Jasper's ears and said all that and other things about that affectation. Jasper immediately understood. He nodded his head, far too bashful to speak.

"And," continued Auntie Gwyneira, never raising her voice but speaking with the same patient tone that became more ominous and accusatory with each word.

"Tell me, Jasper, what do you think of your mother?"

"I-Mother, she's beautiful." Jasper said, staring at her, flustered.

Jasper's eyes were strained at his mother, seeing her naked form trembling under the water. He could feel his cheeks heat and burn with beet redness.

He averted his gaze, and both of them laughed, seeing his reaction. She couldn't take her eyes off Jasper, and ever since he came home, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

Her husband had stopped caring about her for a decade. Now that young man, so handsome as Jasper, was giving her the attention she craved, and on top of that, it was her son, which made it more kinky and exciting for her.

Seeing his reaction, she thought about what her elder sister had told her. They become together, in mind and body, so the bond between them will become deeper and more intense with each passing day. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of forbidden desire was too strong to resist.

She was glad that she agreed with her sister's plan and went along with it. She could see the changes in Jasper and how he looked at her, his gaze melting her.

"Tell me, Jasper, do you want to see more of your mother?"

Jasper, trying his best not to look at her, said, "I don't know."

Auntie Gwyneira, with one eyebrow cocked as she stepped back for a moment to hamper dirty clothes, asked, "Then how do you explain ...THIS?" pointing at the hard work he was sporting. His manhood stood tall like a pole, veins bulging, showing its vigor. The rosy pink colored phallus made them drool and stare, making them shudder in desire.

Jasper stared at the water, not able to look up, and felt horrid shame.