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When Jason awoke, he found himself tied to a chair.
"Oh, man. My head," he moaned.
"You're finally awake, Dear Boy," a female voice smirked. Jason's stomach knotted.
"Mother," he said. He glanced at Lex who was in the same position and seemed to be the worse for wear.
"What'd you do to him?" he asked.
"Oh, don't worry. He'll live," Genevieve assured flippantly. She walked up to him.
"I have some very special plans for you, Dear Boy," she said, running a finger across his cheekbone. Jason jerked out of her touch.
"You touch me, I will kill you," he growled. Genevieve grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her.
"Is that any way to talk to your mother, Jason?" she queried. Then, she backhanded him. Jason's eyes flashed. "Don't be like this, Jason. Remember our bond," she said softly, once again stroking his cheekbone. His throat muscles constricted.
"We have no bond," he insisted. Her only response was to continue the caress. He let out a soft grunt. He couldn't let her get to him. Lex watched.
"So this is your new tactic in finding the stones. Trying to seduce your own son?" he queried sarcastically.
"Who said anything about the stones?" Genevieve responded.
"If this isn't about the stones, then what is it about?" Lex wondered. The question seemed to trigger something in the woman and she began to slap her son repeatedly.
"This is about loyalty! Trust! Obedience!" she exclaimed. Jason cringed under the blows. "I gave you an order and you disobeyed!" she continued.
"I did fine after Dad cut me off. I was also doing fine until you showed up," Jason spat out. Suddenly, everything got quiet. Genevieve straightened her stance. Oh no, Jason thought, the knot in his stomach growing tighter. He shouldn't have mouthed off. He knew that look. That look always meant trouble. Without a word, the woman simply untied her son.
"Mom," Jason said thickly as she hauled him to his feet.
"Ssssshhhh," Genevieve said, a finger to her lips. Her fingers moved to the buttons on his shirt.
"Don't...please," he begged emotionally.
"You brought this on yourself, Dear Boy," she responded.
"I---I---" Jason's protests were cut off as she kissed him. Jason grunted and tried to pull back, but she merely moved him closer. He tried to struggle, but her grip was too strong. Moments later, his shirt fell to floor. Jason could feel himself tensing, trying not think about what was happening. Just go away. Just let your mind go, he thought to himself.
"Jason," Genevieve breathed seductively.
"Unh...No," Jason moaned. He felt his mother's hands going downward.
"Wait, wait. Not here. Not in front of him," he said. His mind raced. He had to make her think he was into this. He had to---had to make sure it didn't happen in front of Lex.
"Bedroom?" she queried. Jason froze. If he said yes, he'd be letting her take back the control. But if he said no, she'd do it anyway and his secret would be out. Not that it mattered, since Lex had obviously figured it out.
"Jason?" Genevieve prompted.
"Uh...bedroom...yeah," Jason agreed.
"Good boy," Genevieve smirked.
"Jason," Lex said.
"Shut up, Lex. This is between me and mother," Jason snapped. "And---" Oh, I know I'm gonna regret this, he thought to himself. "we're---going---to the bedroom," he continued with some difficulty. With another smirk, she led her son to another part of the house. A few seconds later, Lex heard a pained grunt.
