"I know better than to threaten a lawyer, Mom. What I stated was a fact, nothing more than that," I said, crossing my arms. "I'm not like you; I don't threaten you as you did with me."
I watched how those cheeks of hers blushed.
"You know I didn't mean that," Mom said, weakly.
"Uh-huh, sure seemed like it at the time." My eyes glanced over to Maranda when she placed a hand on Maxine's right shoulder.
"It couldn't hurt to hear what he has to say," Maranda spoke while peering at me from the corner of her right eye .
Watching how their faces held shock and a mixture of disgust and arousal. At least from what I saw in Maranda's eyes when I filled them in on the details of what I was going to do with or without their help. While Mom's face might have shown she wanted no part in my plan, however, her body betrayed the thoughts playing along her eyes. After what I had witnessed that night, it wasn't hard for me to tell she was aroused at what I had told them.
"How can you be sure that we won't inform our spouses of what you've just told us?" Maranda asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Because you want to put them in their place just as much as I do, given what they did to you," I answered, recounting how she had told me of how they brought her into their little family.
"True, I do," Maranda mused in this light, alluring voice of hers. "And you're certain you can handle the both of us?" she asked, with this rather coy smirk on her lips.
"Of course," I nodded.
"You sound confident in your abilities, Jason." Mom finally spoke, and I noted how her nipples were getting harder by the second.
"Should I not be?" I asked, with a pointed look.
"If I'm to do this," I watched how those grey, stormy eyes of hers ran down my body as she spoke those words, "I want some reassurances that you won't chicken out of this plan of yours." I could see the fire in Maranda's eyes when she spoke those words. I wondered how long she's been waiting for someone to do what I'm about to do to Reeves and her husband.
"Like?"
"I want to see it." Maranda's eyes stared right at my crotch, not bothering to hide the hunger in her eyes. "You've made me wait for so long for this. It's only fitting you let us have what few ever had." Her eyes ran up my body, then settled on my own when she said those words. "Or you can forget about my aid in this endeavour of yours."
"I see," I muttered, slyly noting how Maxine's own glanced down at my manhood. Chuckling to myself when Mom got bashful when my gaze fell on her. "If I show you, do we have an agreement?" I asked, looking at the two of them, watching how their eyes instantly lowered to my hands when my fingers took hold of the tab of my pants' zipper. I noted how their breathing had quickened and how Maranda was biting her lip.
"You have my word, Jason. I will help as best that I can to ensure this plan of yours goes off without a hitch," Maranda nodded her head.