Incest/Taboo Innocent Mom now Son's Slave

Having not been with any man in years, Jacinda's pussy was still as good as a young woman. It hadn't faced such an atrocious attack by any dick, hand, finger or dildo. Most of her toys were quite tame in comparison to the vicious assault her son had just enforced on her pussy. As such, Jacinda's pussy was quite tight and Hunter had trouble rotating his fingers inside of her, which is what he wanted to do. He was using his mother's wet, tight pussy as a science experiment. His fingers deep inside her love hole, he was probing and exploring the contents inside her pussy. His fingers rolled around to feel a ribbed pattern, a soft texture, some thinly lined tissues, a thick wall, and as he pushed his fingers downward, he felt a lining that split her vaginal ceiling into two with a button at the end of it.

Being inexperienced, he didn't realize he had just found what most men could never accomplish. He found it intriguing and kept pressing up to the lining and rubbed his fingers along in each direction like a pendulum, occasionally brushing the button he had just felt. Jacinda had never experienced such pleasure in her entire life. Nobody had ever fingered her, other than herself. And she could only reach in about one knuckle deep. Her son had his entire middle and index finger down to the digit inside her. And the playing around within her vagina made her libido reach levels of insanity. She was moaning, gasping, reaching for breath, drool falling out of her mouth, snot along with it, dried tears acted as rivers for more tears of joy and pleasure on her face.

Hunter finally continued playing with the button inside his mother's vagina and that's when she couldn't take it anymore and erupted all over her son's palm, hands, thighs. It was like a gush of liquid in spurts. Hunter was pleasantly delighted at this sight. His almost naked mother on his lap was squirting incessantly as a reaction to his play. He was proud of himself and felt more of a man than he ever did. He immediately collected some of her juices in his palm and brought it close to his mouth to lap it up. He was lapping it up like a puppy in haste. He loved the taste of his mother's squirt juice. He went in for more and there was more alright. He even licked his fingers. He could taste the salty, fresh goodness in his mouth.

Jacinda orgasmed for what felt like forever, but it was a good two minutes before her body began convulsing and her thighs and legs started to vibrate. This was definitely the most intense orgasm of her life. She almost passed out but was still in her senses. She had a deeply satisfied smile on her face. Now drenched in her own squirt, Jacinda just lay lifeless on her son's lap. Hunter wasn't sure what was happening, as Jacinda's body began to convulse and vibrate. He was confused and thought something was wrong with his mom. Out of care, he rested her body on the couch, got up from it and went down on his knees checking on his mother. Jacinda laid face up, on her back on the couch, still dazed from the most intense orgasmic bliss she had ever experienced. Hunter looked her in the eyes and tapped her face gently.

Hunter: Mom.... Mom... are you okay?

Jacinda: (barely waking up and yet smiling) Yes, yes honey. I'm alright. ...I'm just...

Hunter: Mom...what was that?

Jacinda: That was, my orgasm baby.

Hunter: I know that, I've seen it on the internet. I meant, your body vibrated and shivered. Are you okay?

Jacinda: That's what happens when a strong, handsome young man like my boy plays with his mom's untouched vagina after years, baby. You just gave your mother the best squirt in her life and its just that... I had never experienced that before. So my body was just reacting to the orgasm...

Hunter: Oh...so you enjoyed it?

Jacinda: Absolutely, I did...

Hunter: Hmm...But the punishment wasn't supposed to be enjoyed. It was supposed to be a punishment.

Jacinda: Well, I did feel pain, when you bit me on the ass.... That was rather unexpected.

Hunter: There's a lot I want to do that'll be unexpected mom (Smirks with a wink)

Jacinda: Baby, I'm excited for it, but I'm just so spent right now. I've never had such back to back intense orgasms within a 12-hour span. You mom's old honey... I need some water.

Hunter: You're not old mom. You're so fucking sexy. You did leak a lot of water. Was that like squirt?

Jacinda: Hahaha (smiling and chuckling) it was honey...It's basically just pee. All women's squirts basically has a bit of pee.

Hunter: Wait....so you peed on me?

Jacinda: I guess...

Hunter: Well, here I thought it tasted delicious

Jacinda: You tasted it?

Hunter: Yeah and I loved it. It was salty and slimy, felt acidic but had a sweet after taste. I'd drink it again, if you squirted again.

Jacinda: Oh honey, I don't think I could. It's not often that women's bodies can squirt you know...It's actually very rare. Yet, somehow you've managed to make me squirt twice in the last 12 hours.

Hunter: Well, I guess I'll just have to keep you hydrated.

Jacinda: Thanks honey... I'm just going to lay here for a minute and recover okay? Are you done with your punishment?

Hunter thought about this. He had not ejaculated yet. He just got his mom off. He was still extremely horny. His raging boner now had leaked more precum that had mixed with his mother's juices on his now wet shorts. He wanted to punish her. He wanted to feel the satisfaction of making her mom do or feel something, some sort of pain that she didn't like. It would give him this sense of control and ownership over her. He thought for a second and took off his shorts, getting completely naked in a eureka moment.

Hunter: Well, mom, given that you ended up enjoying my punishment, while I'm here still hard as a rock. I think your punishment isn't over yet.

Jacinda was now worried. She had no energy and was desperately in need of water. She wasn't sure what her son had in mind. But once again, she wanted him to take the lead. She wanted him to be in control. She wanted him to do as he pleased. She wanted him to be confident. Except this time, she wanted his confidence and assertion for herself. Jacinda's eyes were now glued to her teenage son's monstrous 7" manhood. It was not only blessed in length, but thick and girthy. What kept her eyes glued was that it was uncut, pure, natural but because of being hard for so long, the foreskin had crawled back exposing his throbbing ping dickhead covered in precum and still oozing some slime. There were veins on his cock pulsating from the base to the end of his foreskin.

Jacinda: Well honey...what do you wa.......

Jacinda got cut off by Hunter's cock directly entering her mouth as she opened up her small innocent lips to speak. Hunter had roughly shoved his hard erect dick into his mother's tiny mouth. Jacinda had a small mouth, and Hunter's cock was huge, it literally stretched her lips wide. She felt like she was at the dentist with how wide her mouth was now stretched open. Her gag reflex was terrible and Hunter couldn't insert his entire phallus into his mother's small facial opening. He just shoved it in and out as his mother lay there motionless, lifeless, with almost no energy. Her eyes were opening wider and wider every time Hunter's pelvis got close to her face. Every instance of forward movement came as an attack to Jacinda's mouth.

She had surrendered and accepted whatever may come. Her son was violating her mouth by roughly facefucking her on her wide open living room couch. The sounds of "gluck gluck" and muffled "mmmmmh" "mmmgghrmmm" resonated throughout the hall. Despite the aggressive facefucking, Hunter had only managed to get about 4 inches of his dick in his mother's mouth. He tried to press forward and was met with futile resistance, yet a physical barrier, being the top and back of Jacinda's throat.

The final bits of hydration Jacinda's body could muster were now oozing out of her eyes for the nth time in the last 12 hours, as her tears began rolling off her face, to the side into her ears. Hunter, disdainfully continued inserting his dick in her mouth. He loved the moist sensation of Jacinda's mouth. She would swirl her tongue over his dickhead as it entered her mouth. Jacinda tried her best to not let her teeth scratch her son's dick. Hunter had never felt this sensation before. His hands were the only apparatus used so far to pleasure his manhood. Now he was roughly going in and out of his mother's mouth. His mother's was his new apparatus.

Despite not being able to go deeper in her mouth, just the foreign and new sensation on his sensitive dick, was enough for him to bust. He was getting close and he closed his eyes, continuing to piston in and out of his mother's mouth. He grabbed her ponytail, pulled it up so her head was now straight in front of his dick and erupted several ropes of semen all over her face. He kept cumming for quite a while. Each ejaculation spat on Jacinda's forehead, hair, cheeks, lips, some went in her mouth, some on her neck and some on her loose white shirt.

Once the ejaculation stopped, Hunter was exhausted too. He looked down at his mother. His 42 year old sexy, hot mom, laying bottomless, almost naked on the couch, with her juices around her pussy and abdomen, and his cum on her face. She looks gorgeous in that moment. He had thoroughly punished her, he thought. He enjoyed using her body for his pleasure. Jacinda was so exhausted, she had no energy to do or say anything. She just looked up at her son in a blank stare. He wanted to capture this moment, and ran upstairs to his bedroom to grab his phone.

When he returned, he saw Jacinda spoon some of his cum from her hair and forehead and lovingly brought it in her mouth to taste it. Hunter thought "Wow even in this tired, spent state, she wants to taste my cum. Maybe my punishment was still not enough". He stood in front of her again looking down at her, as his semi flaccid cock dangled in front of his mother. Jacinda's eyes darted between Hunter's eyes and his penis. He smiled at her. And she returned the smile. She had the look of completeness on her face. Satisfied, fulfilled. Happy.

Hunter: Mom, do you still want water?

Jacinda: (now with a dry raspy voice, as her throat had just been attacked mercilessly by her son's dick) Yes honey, can you please....

Once again, before she could finish her sentence, her eyes bulged out of her head. Hunter's penis was raised up, aiming at her head and it began erupting yellow liquid which shot straight at his mother's forehead. Hunter began peeing on his own mother. He hadn't used the bathroom all night or this morning. Starting at her head, he slowly aimed his dick to her shirt, her pussy, her legs. She had now closed her eyes and mouth. Once again, Jacinda was not expecting this act from her son.

The stench of piss filled the room. Jacinda was covered in warm urine straight from her son's penis. This was the ultimate degradation for her. She had only indulged in brief, vanilla sex for a few years while she dated Hunter's father and in the first year of their marriage. At this point, she had no idea how much more her morals, her boundaries, her limits would be exploited in her attempt to fulfill her son's desires. The pungent odor of urine brewed overnight in her son's bladder now filled her nostrils.

She had closed her eyes in submission. In completely giving away control to her now adult teenage son. Even in that moment of humiliation, she felt as if she was of service. The flow of piss stopped and Jacinda opened her eyes, to look up at Hunter. She couldn't see him in front of her. She thought her complete humiliation and degradation was complete. She thought her punishment was over. And despite the depths of depravity her son had put her through, somehow she enjoyed every act her son had performed with her. Was he done? Did he go to grab her some water? No, her son was now standing behind her head, at the edge of the couch. She couldn't see him in her field of view. But she saw his hand approach from the top of her head.

He pressed her nose shut, so she couldn't breathe. This made her open her mouth gasping for air. And right at that moment, Hunter unleashed his golden shower again aiming directly at his mother's mouth, towering above her. He continued until her mouth was full, she was reluctant to swallow, but she had no choice in a feeble attempt to gasp for air. He held her nose until she had a mouthful of her son's pee. He let her nose free, when her mouth was filled to the brim, some piss flowed over and dripped to the side of her face, covering her face, seeping through her hair, going into her ears.

Her nose was now let free and she had no choice but to swallow the mouthful of piss she had just received as punishment from her son. Hunter still had a little bit left in him, and he aimed at his mother's mouth once again, this time coming back in front of her. This time, her eyes locked with his. And this time, she opened her mouth wilfully. As Hunter let go of another stream of his golden piss, Jacinda made sure to not break eye contact and swallow every last drop as much as she could. Yes it tasted foul. Yes it was dirty. Yes, she felt humiliated and degraded but she was also thirsty.

Hunter could have easily fetched his exhausted mother a glass of water from the kitchen. But he had better plans. He wanted to mark her as her own. He wanted to claim ownership of his mother, as his lover. As his property. As his woman. As his slave. All the BDSM porn he had watched had come in handy to take control of his woman, his lover. As the final drops of piss exited his penis, Hunter shook his dick to trickle the last few drops which again fell on his mother's white shirt. Now, having swallowed every last drop of her son's piss. Having tasted his cum. Jacinda felt a sense of ownership. A sense of protection. This was her man. Her son was her everything. This was her life.

Hunter took some pictures and a short video of his hot mom laying on the couch almost naked, soaked in his piss and cum. He saved them for his own future entertainment. He looked at her once again.

Hunter: Mom....

Jacinda: Yes, Hunter?

Hunter: You're mine.

Jacinda: I am. I love you baby, but you've made such a mess on the couch.

Hunter: Mom, I think you should get used to it. I plan on making a lot more messes.

Jacinda: Well, we don't even have any house-help today.

Hunter: We have you. (He smiled)

Jacinda didn't have any plans for the rest of the day. It was only 9 in the morning. She had spent the last 2 hours playing dirty, sexual games with her son. She had spent the 2 hours confessing and making love to her lover. She had enjoyed every bit of it. The antithesis of her OCD, uptight, perfection was this depraved state of humiliation that she was now under. Her handsome hunk of a son had cast a spell of sensual ecstasy on her. What surprised her, was despite how much she was in love with her son, they still hadn't had sex. Her son was still a virgin. She had just tasted his cum. He just drenched her in his piss. But they hadn't had sex. They hadn't indulged in the most taboo of all acts. She wanted that. She wanted to have sex. She hadn't performed sexual intercourse in over 15 years. She was desperate. For years, she had buried her sexual urges within herself. And finally, she had found someone to explode her libido with. And that someone was her own son, Hunter.

Hunter: Mom, I love you.

Jacinda: I love you too, son.

Hunter: Mom, can I ask you something?

Jacinda: Of course baby....

Hunter: I want to have sex with you Mom.

Jacinda: That's not really a question honey.

Hunter: Maybe, I'm just telling you.

Jacinda: Just telling me?

Hunter: Maybe, I'm insisting.

Jacinda: Oh...

Hunter: Maybe I want to uhm... I want to command you.

Jacinda: Command me?

Hunter: Yes. I want to take control and make you mine. I want you, all for myself.

Jacinda: You already have me, baby.

Hunter: No, but Mom. I want to own you. Your body. I want us to have a special relationship.

Jacinda: What do you mean sweety?

Jacinda now having some fluid in her body, albeit her son's piss, had regained some energy to sit back up on the piss soaked couch. Now staring in her son's eyes, as he sat next to her, naked.

Hunter: Mom. I've never had sex. And I want to, with you. But the kind of sex I want to have is something you may not like.

Jacinda: Does it involve ripping my clothes off? Does it include pulling my hair? Does it include roughly fingering my vagina? Does your kind of sex mean you can take me anytime, anywhere? Does it mean you want to brutally facefuck me?

Hunter seemed kinda dumbfounded. As he had never heard such words from his mother's sweet, innocent voice. His mother in all these years barely even swore, let alone use words like 'facefuck'. He had maybe heard her say 'fuck' or 'shit' a handful of times. The answer to her questions was yes. It was rhetorical. She knew his answers to her questions. But Hunter wanted to take it a step forward.

Hunter: Yes, mom. All of the above. And the pee thing....

Jacinda: Hmm.. that was unexpected. Like a lot of other things you've done over the last 14 hours.

Hunter: I want to do a lot more with you mom.

Jacinda: Like what?

Hunter: You will know when the time will come. But for now, I want you to be my partner. I want you to be my girlfriend. My woman. My wife...

Jacinda: I'm still married, you know. I guess you can call it separated.

Hunter: Why not get a divorce...

Jacinda: It doesn't matter. We can't get married. We are Mother and son. You're my son, Hunter.

Hunter: Who cares. We'll just get married intimately. So I can claim you. I want you as mine. I want to claim you as my property.

Jacinda: Your property?

Hunter: Yes. I want you to be completely mine.

Jacinda: I am yours honey.

Maybe Hunter was having trouble explaining the kind of relationship he wanted to have with his mother. She was quite naive in a lot of ways.

Hunter: Mom, I want you to be my Sex Slave.

Those words echoed in Jacinda's ears. "Sex Slave". Her 18 year old teenage son wanted her, his own mother, as his sex slave. She was lost again. Defeated. Unsure of how to respond. She just looked down and kept quiet. Contemplating, overthinking. Jacinda had never thought about being anyone's sexual partner. The idea of being a sex slave had never even occurred to her. But this is what her son wanted. She had already crossed quite a few boundaries with her son in the last couple of days. They had confessed to being lovers. But they had not yet had sex.

"How is he thinking of such stuff?" she thought. "Was it all the hardcore porn he was watching? Where is he getting all these ideas? Why does he want me, his own mother, to be his sex slave?" These are questions Jacinda was trying to find answers to within her own mind. She realized Hunter was an 18 year old grown adult with pent up, bottled up, natural, sexual urges buried deep inside of him, very much like her own. And just like herself, he hadn't had any sexual exposure since early puberty hit him. Growing up almost without his father around, maybe he didn't have anyone to talk to. Maybe she lacked the skills to educate him on sex. Her pessimism blamed herself for telling him the reality about his father. The fact that he was an alcoholic womanizer who also paid for sex.

Hunter tried so hard to not turn out like his father, that he was extra careful when approaching or talking to girls. Always awkward and friendly. He didn't know how to take the lead. But he had this natural animalistic sexual instinct to him that had now received an outlet. And that outlet was his own mom, Jacinda. The only woman who he found attractive. The woman he knew would never leave him. The woman he loved and she loved him back. Jacinda convinced herself with these thoughts that it was her responsibility to give Hunter the release he needed. She would take the initiative to be the woman Hunter always dreamed of and yearned for. But Hunter's idea for her, apart from being his lover, was for her to be his sex slave.

Admittedly she was hesitant at the idea of being her son's sex slave. Yet, she wasn't opposed to it. The uncertainty excited her. The suspense was intriguing. Still smelling of piss and cum, she looked at him as a dollop of his semen dribbled down her hair, slowly clinging to her loose white shirt. He looked back at her and raised his eyebrows inquisitively. He was now asking questions, with his eyes. And this one was a Yes or No. Silence was not an option.

Jacinda: Baby...Honey... oh Hunter. I...I just don't know how we could.. I don't know if I'm ready.

Hunter: What do you mean mom?

Jacinda: Hunter, I don't know if I'll be able to.

Hunter: Able to what?

Jacinda: I don't know Hunter, whatever it is that you have planned or want...I'm old. I'm 42. I haven't been involved with anybody this way except your father for over 15 years, and now you. And your father was never this dirty...or...or.. Forward.

Hunter: I don't care about him. Please stop talking about him. As far as I'm concerned, he doesn't exist for me, or you. And you should get that divorce. You deserve it. You deserve your freedom. You don't deserve to have your name attached to that man. Your faith shouldn't be an issue anymore, considering the things you've done with your own son now.

Jacinda: Hunter... baby calm down. I'll think about it. I promise, I will. Just give me some time. It's only been a day and we've crossed a lot of boundaries, too quick. I need time to ruminate and decide....

Hunter: Decide what Mom. I'll decide for you. Like I decided, you won't be wearing bras anymore. I'll make those decisions for us. And you're going to apply for that divorce. I'll talk to Mr. Gomez. You can't be completely mine, until you're married to dad.

Jacinda: Hunter, baby, that's not the only thing I want to think about. This whole sex slave thing, what does it entail?

Hunter: Hmm... so you're going to get that divorce?

Jacinda: Sure, if you so badly want me to get a divorce, I will. If that makes you happy. I want you to have me as yours Hunter. Forever, if you must. And I just want you to be happy and I'll do whatever I can for you to be happy and please you.

Hunter: Good! Well, it would make me happy if you were my sex slave. My plaything, my toy. I want to own you. Use you. I want your body at any time. I want you as my partner. I want to claim you as mine.

Jacinda: Hunter, just those words... you turn me on so much. And yes, I'm willing to be your partner, your play thing. You were once a part of me. You came out of me. And your body was mine. Now, my body is yours. I just... I'm really scared.

Hunter: Don't be scared mom. We'll set up some rules. Some do's and don'ts. Some boundaries. Boundaries, we won't cross.

Jacinda: Easy for you to say. We've already crossed quite a few. Boundaries, I never thought I would cross in a million years. Boundaries that I didn't even know existed. You just pissed on me. Used me as your toilet. Urgh, just feels so dirty, yet so sexy just saying that out loud.

Hunter: So you're ready? Ready to be my sex slave?

Jacinda: Sure, I guess...uhmm. But, we have to set some limits. And, I really need to drink water, finish my coffee and take a shower. Plus, I have to clean up this mess and make sure this couch doesn't smell like your piss...(chuckling)

Hunter: (rejoicing with a huge grin) YEESS!! I love you mom. You're the greatest mother in the whole entire world. No, Universe. I love you!

Hunter kisses Jacinda, as she gets up to go to the kitchen to hydrate herself. She picks up her shorts on her way back, still half naked and goes up to her room, to tidy up. Hunter grabs a paper and pen and begins writing some things down.​