Jason and his Mommy Issues

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Autumn 1982

After being released from the mental hospital at the age of eighteen, he had been watching her for a good week. She was supposed to come pick him up upon his release. She promised him, over and over again, she would be there. And then she stopping coming to visit, but still he believed, despite what his father had told him, in the end, she would be there to greet him upon his release. No one showed and now he was hurt and angry. Apparently, his father had not been lying like he assumed.

After striking out at his original address, he went to the address he found in the phone book and watched. After a half a day’s discreet wait he struck gold: she lived there. There was no sign of him. What followed was more waiting, more watching as he studied her every move.

It was mid-October and the weather was starting to get cool, although it had been a glorious week’s run of Indian summer in Michigan.

Tuesday. Late afternoon. He watched her packing for a camping trip. She would pack now, and leave first thing in the morning. He was sure of this.

The memories came back of a cabin someplace up north. The name came to him: Petoskey. Yes, he was sure of it while also being sure he could find the cabin again by the lake. His plan set, he hurried off to the bus depot.

He was in luck. There was a bus leaving in two and half hours scheduled to go to Petoskey. From there he would hike to the cabin. After paying for his bus fare, he hurried off to the sporting goods store, to get everything he would need for his upcoming trip before heading over to the local grocery store. From there, after buying enough food to last a few days anyways, he hurried off to the local Halloween store to buy a costume/disguise.

The bus trip to Petoskey was uneventful and after a few false starts he was able to locate the cabin. It was a good eleven miles out of town but he was young, and in shape, so he covered the distance quite easily on foot. After settling himself down behind a copse of trees a short distance from the cabin, he waited, resting, saving his energy for the next day.

She arrived a bit after noon the next day. He was still in place, hunched down behind a stand of pine trees to the left of the cabin. Watching and waiting. She looked happy as she came bouncing out of the car wearing a pair of daisy dukes and a tight tee shirt that accented her large boobs nicely.

An hour or so later, he heard the audible sound of the back door closing. Sounds carried nicely here in the quiet desolation surrounding the lonely cabin. It was Wednesday. Mid-week. The neighboring cabins, there was only a few, the closest being a good eight miles away, would be doubtlessly deserted. Most people only traveled up north in the summer or on the weekends. It was neither. The kids were back in school. Yeah, they would be alone: of this he was sure.

He circled around to the back of the cabin. Behind it there was a small grassy backyard. He stayed behind the cover of the trees, moving slowly, patiently until he found a small break in them affording a nice view of the backyard.

He was in luck. While she was not back there, there was a blanket spread out on the grass. Sitting on the blanket was a bottle of water, a small paperback book, and another smaller bottle of what might be sun tan lotion. He pulled his binoculars out. Sure enough it was sun tan lotion. He smiled, knowing, more than likely, if she was planning on catching some rays on this gloriously warm Indian summer afternoon, she just might be showing off some skin.

The extremely fit Amber, she stood five foot, seven and weighed one hundred and thirty four pounds, with agreeable measurements of 38-27-37, came out of the cabin, heading to the backyard and an afternoon of sun bathing.

To Jason, she looked rather carefree and much younger than her actual mid-thirties age, while also managing to look both pretty and innocent all at once, with her dark chestnut hair falling to just past her shoulders in a tumble of fashionable beauty. Her gorgeous mane of hair framed a perfectly angelic and kind face that could have been used as a model for divine beauty. Possessing a witty and jocular personality, she was blessed with the unshakable ability to take worst case scenarios and flip them upside down.

This afternoon for her little solo sun bathing session she was wearing a sexy white string bikini showing off all of her ample curves rather nicely–to the watching trees. Amber would have never dreamed of wearing such a revealing swimsuit in public but alone at the cabin–no problem.

After stretching out on the blanket, she picked up the bottle of sun tan lotion. Dumping a liberal amount of the lotion on her hands, she patiently spent the next few minutes rubbing the lotion all over her nearly perfect, glowing skin.

He watched, his immense cock coming alive as she rubbed the lotion all over her body. He thought of masturbating while watching her, dreaming of it being him rubbing the lotion all buca escort over her body, but thought it might be better not to. No, he would save himself–for later on–when the moment was right, like tonight before going to sleep. Instead of whacking off, he busied himself by eating a couple sandwiches he packed away in his back pack.

Even as he ate, his eyes never left her, allowing his desire for her, despite his best efforts to keep it in check, to grow stronger.

Later on that evening, waiting until he was sure she was about ready to retire for the evening, he carefully made his way up toward the cabin. After squatting behind the trees for most of the day, being up and moving was a welcome relief.

The only light on in the small cabin was in the bedroom. Creeping up close to the bedroom window, it was just as he remembered: sparsely furnished with only the queen size four poster bed, a single nightstand next to the bed, and a single chest of drawers over in the corner.

She came into the bedroom wearing a white checkered button up cotton night gown. After fussing with the covers on the bed, she turned around and stripped off the nightgown. Sadly, her back was to him, depriving him of a chance to get a glimpse of her breasts. Reaching over, she quickly turned off the lamp, before crawling into the bed.

The brief glimpse of her heavenly body, she was utterly naked under her gown, was enough to make his cock spring to attention and give him a case of the butterflies.

He watched until he was sure she was asleep. It took a mighty effort on his part– not to stealthily slip into the house and crawl into bed with her– but he managed to keep his inner demons at bay long enough to retreat to the relative safety of his own makeshift campsite, behind the grove of trees about a good forty yards from the cabin.

The morning dawned cool and crisp. Despite sleeping on the hard ground with only a thin blanket to keep him warm, he slept good–dreaming of his revenge and what he was going to do to her tomorrow.

Around nine she emerged from the cabin looking free and easy. She was wearing a pair of dark green hiking shorts and a white, loose fitting short sleeved blouse. Strapped to her back, was a good sized backpack.

Apparently, they would be going on a hiking trip. He spent the morning following her from a safe distance. As the morning turned to afternoon and she made no attempt to turn around, but instead kept going deeper into the quiet forest, he started to think this maybe was going to be an overnight trip.

Catching up to her around three in the afternoon, from a safe distance he was just in time to observe her setting up camp for the evening.

He continued to spy on her as she went about the business of preparing her campsite. Deciding it might be best to wait until dusk to “introduce” himself, he settled down to wait and watch.

As it turned out, watching wasn’t half bad thanks to a couple of things. The first was the way her dark green hiking shorts showed off a pair of muscular, well-tanned legs and the second, and more importantly, her nice legs paled in comparison to her real pride and joy: a pair of ample sized breasts shown off quite nicely when, at some point during the hike, she removed the tee shirt underneath her short sleeved blouse.

Better yet, as she was setting up her camp she took the liberty of tying her blouse off under her nice boobs allowing her flat toned tummy to be shown off. Training the binoculars on her, he couldn’t help but to let them wander down to her chest. With the blouse now tightened up a bit, her ample braless tits were straining nicely against the material of her blouse. It was, indeed, a good look for her.

Just as it was starting to get dark, he watched her go wandering off to the left of the campsite. He assumed she was either going to go potty or was going to collect firewood, either way now was the time.

His excitement grew to a fever pitch as he pulled the realistic looking hockey mask out of his backpack. It was a replica of the one Jason Voorhees wore in the Friday 13th Part 3. Not wanting to reveal his true identity to her until the time was right, he had purchased it earlier at the Halloween store.

Gripping the large hunting knife, he advanced quietly toward her campsite. The campsite was still deserted but would not be for long. He could hear her humming a happy tune as she approached.

He slipped behind a large tree, positioning himself perfectly for the attack. When he noticed she was carrying a load of firewood, he smiled. Her hands would not be free to fend off the coming attack.

Stepping out from behind the tree as she passed, he struck swiftly and decisively. He grabbed her right wrist, twisting it painfully behind her back while using his other arm to crush her against his body in a vise like grip.

She immediately let out a small yelp as she dropped the firewood. “Don’t scream . . . no hurt!” buca escort bayan he hissed harshly in her ear.

He was strong, and catching her totally off guard as it were, Amber quickly decided her best course of action, considering the way there was now a sizable hunting knife pointed directly at her throat, was to obey. Besides, screaming would have done precious little good as she had not met a soul all day in this part of the thick forest. Not so surprising, considering it was mid-week in the off season.

She went limp in her arms, trusting if he wanted to kill her she would already be dead.

Any chance of escape dropped to nil in the next few seconds when she felt a pair of handcuffs being slipped around one wrist.

“Other . . . behind . . . back,” he hissed again in a grating, hesitant voice.

She immediately obeyed. With her wrists now secured by the handcuffs behind her back, a shiver of fright crawled up her spine She was utterly helpless now to this obviously deranged stranger in the woods.

His next move was to thrust an open flask at her mouth.

“Drink.”

She paused. What if whatever he wanted her to drink was poisoned? The knife tickling her throat, a bit more serious now, made her decide she didn’t have much of a choice.

She opened her mouth allowing him to pour a small amount of whatever was in the flask into her mouth. She nearly choked on, what she assumed to be, some kind of whiskey.

“One more . . . bigger,” he whispered in her ear. “Promise . . . no hurt.”

Amber closed her eyes and opened her mouth, steeling herself to down the harsh tasting whiskey. After he poured a much more generous amount into her mouth, she gamely managed to swallow it without choking.

Amber very rarely drank whiskey so the pair of drinks produced the desired outcome for her attacker as he half carried, half dragged the now docile Amber over to a large tree just to the left of the campsite.

After pushing her against the tree, he quickly reached behind her and unfastened the cuffs. Pushing her wrists behind the tree, as he leaned heavily against her, he rapidly reattached the handcuffs.

He came around now to the front of her, allowing for her first real good look at him. He was short and stocky, with powerful arms and broad shoulders. The mask, of course, obscured the majority of his face but she could see tufts of long black hair sticking out from around the mask. His arms, a pale white, looked to be thick and powerful.

He brought the knife up slowly before pushing it against her bare tummy. Patiently, he used it to carefully trace small circles along her well-toned belly.

He is just trying to scare me, Amber told herself while the knife scratched lightly along her skin.

Amber closed her eyes. Holding her breath, she forced herself to count slowly to ten. She would not panic.

As she reached four, he was now dragging the knife up one of her perfectly tanned arms.

At seven, the knife was at her face, the sharp point stroking her cheek softly. Then just before she reached ten, she heard him whisper, just barely loud enough for her to hear the single word, “Pretty.”

Taking a deep breath, after she reached ten, she finally found her voice just as a plan of action began to form in her mind.

Making her voice both calm and sweet as possible, Amber whispered, “Please you don’t need that knife. Wouldn’t it be better to touch my nice skin with your own hand? Can’t you put it away . . . pretty please?”

She let out a long, shuddering breath when he turned, throwing the knife, sharp end first, so it stuck in the soft earth just to the left of the tree.

Moving slowly, he brought his hands up both her arms. After reaching her shoulders, he moved his hands to her face. Using the tips of his fingers, he tickled her cheeks lightly as he whispered two words this time, again just barely loud enough for her to catch. “Very pretty.”

This fit neatly into the plan Amber was forming in her mind to stay alive. She sensed this young stranger was attracted to her. Yes, maybe she could use this to her advantage. “You think me pretty, sweetheart. Hmm, why don’t you kiss me then?”

When he pulled back, staring at her she doubled down on the suggestion. “Please kiss me. I bet I would like it . . . but, of course, you’ll have to take off your mask. I bet you are handsome under it.”

His reaction was quick and unexpected, although maybe it should not have been so unexpected once she realized her mistake.

He reached down, grabbing the knife. His hand holding it twitched before he brought the knife up in a wide arc burying it deep into the trunk of the tree just over her head.

“You . . . description . . . police,” he said his voice raspy with apparent anger. He yanked the knife out of the tree and brought it down to her throat. “Trick me!”

“No, no, no. I just wanted to be kissed. No police. I won’t tell. Look . . . I have an escort buca idea. Put a blindfold on me and that way I can’t see you and you can still kiss me.”

He drew back. He seemed to be, at least, considering her idea, before whispering. “No blindfold. Don’t have.”

Thinking quickly, Amber replied. “I have in my backpack a sweatshirt. In case I got cold tonight. You could tear a strip off material off of that. Its dark blue. It would work as a nice blindfold you know if you tied it around my head to cover my eyes.”

He looked at her for a moment before abruptly turning. Her backpack was in plain sight, right there leaning against the long, thick fallen log she planned on using as a makeshift bench to sit on in front of her small fire pit.

Moving quickly, he pulled the sweatshirt out from the top of her backpack. She watched as he used his knife to cut a hole in the middle of the thick cotton shirt before using his powerful hands to rip the thing in half. A minute later, he was holding a long, thin strip of the sweatshirt in his hands.

He moved over to her and with surprising gentleness, wrapped the strip of cloth around her head before tying it off in the back. Pulling it down, he adjusted it to cut off her vision.

“Still . . . want . . . kisses?” he whispered to her.

Not wanting to give him a reason to doubt her sincerity, she answered without hesitation, “Yes, of course, you can have some.”

He responded by leaning forward and giving her a pair of delicate kisses, his gentleness surprised her again, on each cheek before giving her one more in the middle of her forehead.

Apparently my deranged kidnapper is the shy type, Amber mused to herself while wondering if she might be able to somehow use this little fact to her advantage.

“Don’t you wanna kiss me on the lips, huh?”

There was a long pause. She sensed him drawing nearer, his lips lingering close, before, just barely, his lips brushed against hers.

The feeling of his gentle kiss caught her wholly off guard, leaving her almost stunned.

She was to become even more stunned when he abruptly pulled away.

“Hungry . . . we . . . eat.”

His continued reticence toward her left Amber feeling unbalanced, or maybe it was the whiskey, but regardless she counted this as a good thing.

“I have some food in my backpack. I have instant mac and cheese, just like add water and some instant rice sides, a couple apples and an orange. Hmm . . . some protein bars, crackers, beef jerky.”

His only response was a grunt as he moved away. Amber could hear the sound of him moving about making their dinner. Concentrating on this sole fact, him making them dinner, helped to calm her nerves.

A few minutes later he was at her side removing the blindfold. She blinked her eyes, it was full dark out now, and once more the hockey mask was covering his face.

“Open,” he said to her quietly.

They spent the next few minutes with him patiently feeding her the mac and cheese, and then one of the apples. After she was done with the apple, deciding to push the envelope a bit, she spoke up. “I’m in the mood for something sweet. Could you maybe, if you want, give me one of the Snicker bars I have packed away? It’s in one of the zip pouches of my backpack near the top.”

He fed her the candy bar, nice and patient, allowing her a glimmer of hope maybe she could get out of this in one piece yet.

After sensing he moved away from her, she was quiet for a moment, trying to hear what he was doing. She heard the soft scrap of the spoon hitting the cookpot so she rightly assumed he was finishing off the mac and cheese.

Raising her voice, she called out. “Hey . . . can . . . can we talk when you are done eating maybe. Please.”

There was a brief moment of silence, and then he was next to her. “Talk . . . later . . . first close eyes.”

She closed her eyes hoping he wouldn’t . . . no, she would think positive.

Her positive thoughts were rewarded when he told her to open her eyes. He was holding a black eyed Susan.

“Oh wow, for me,” Amber gushed. “How sweet.”

He reached out, carefully tucking the pretty yellow flower behind her ear. “Pretty. Now . . . talk.”

“Hmm, well especially after that sweet gesture, I just wanna get to know you better. I don’t want nothing to tell anyone . . . I just want to talk, personal like, everything will be just between us. Promise.”

After a brief moment he answered simply. “Talk.”

“OK, what is your name? If you don’t wanna tell me your real name . . . just make something up for me to call you. I don’t like just saying ‘hey you’. My name is Amber by the way.”

“Miss Amber.”

“Yes, well, just Amber . . . but, I mean, Miss Amber would be OK too I suppose.”

“My name is Jason.”

“Oh I get it. The hockey mask. Hmm . . . funny, but I hope you are nicer than the mean Jason in the movie.”

“Both . . . real name and I . . . nicer.”

“OK, then, well that is good to know.” She wondered if she should ask him what he wanted of her, why he was doing this,that sort of thing, but after considering it briefly, Amber thought it was probably best to steer away from such things like the crimes he was committing. Best to keep things light hearted . . . if that was even possible.

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