Incest/Taboo Innocent Mom now Son's Slave

Jacinda went back to her room. Tossed her tiny shorts in the laundry hamper. She had a skip and a hop in her step. For the first time in years, she was feeling young again. She felt sexy. She felt needed, wanted. And the man who wanted her, was her own son. He not only wanted her as a woman, as his lover, but now, his sex slave. And she had somewhat agreed. But she was still scared. She had decided it was time to file for divorce after years of being separated from her husband, Dan. Hunter's father, Dan. Who would seldom check in on them. He was a crumbling alcoholic, living off of his father's inheritance and spending it on alcohol and hookers.

Jacinda took her piss drenched loose white shirt off and tossed it in the laundry hamper. She undid her ponytail, walked to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Dried rivers of tears were clearly visible on her pristine, now flaky skin. Her skin was perfect. It was flaky, thanks to the dried semen ejaculated from her son's penis. She was also covered in his piss.

She felt naughty, dirty. It was so taboo. But she enjoyed going to the depths of depravity with her son. Jacinda, twisted her body to the right and could see the reflection of her backside in the mirror. She could see the imprint of her son's teeth firmly planted in red on her left butt cheek. She was already marked as his property. For the first time in her life, she felt like she belonged. She belonged to someone. She touched the bite mark left by her son, and oh it stung like hell. She let out a soft "ooooochpph" as she examined the new addition to her body. Everything that her son did to her was unexpected and a surprise. But she thoroughly enjoyed it all.

Walking under the hot shower, she washed her hair off her son's semen and piss. As she was taking a shower, she began thinking to herself "Do I really want to be his sex slave? What did he really mean? What does this whole thing entail? What if someone finds out?" She was scared. Scared and anxious. On top of it all, she was excited. She finished her shower, rubbed lotion all over her body. Some more moisturizer on her face. Dried her hair off, applied coconut oil serum to her hair. That's how she got that gorgeous shine in her long, luscious hair.

She walked out of the bathroom, back into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around her. As Jacinda was about to walk to her closet, she noticed a folded paper laying on her bed. This sheet of paper wasn't here when she went into the bathroom earlier. Surely, Hunter must have placed it there. She did notice him writing something on paper on the living room coffee table. Curiously, she opened the sheet. And her pretty little mouth gaped wide open. Her jaw hit the floor and her big beautiful eyes bulged out of her skull as she read the title.

The sheet read as follows:

Rules for my Sex Slave Mother Jacinda -

1) Jacinda is Hunter's sex slave in every sense. Hunter is her owner. Jacinda is Hunter's property. Hunter is Jacinda's Master.

2) Jacinda is expected to do anything and everything, commanded by her Master. Any disobedience or discrepancy will result in a punishment of Master Hunter's choosing.

3) Outside the house or in presence of outsiders, Master and Slave may act as son and mother again, however, Master Hunter's orders still apply and are expected to be followed.

4) Jacinda can use her safeword at any point to convey her limits or put a stop to any act being performed. The safeword is "Magnets".

5) Master Hunter has complete authority over adding, removing or amending any rules as he may seem fit.

6) Slave Jacinda should no longer wear any bras in or outside the house. In private or in public. Panties are optional and up to slave Jacinda's liberty.

7) Slave Jacinda may continue to work her regular hours, but will have to cancel meetings and appointments as commanded by Master Hunter.

8) Slave Jacinda promises her undying love and monogamous commitment to her lover, her son, her master Hunter. She may not indulge in any romantic or sexual act with any person male or female, other than her Master, unless directed by Master.

"I'll add more as we get comfortable in our new relationship. But this is a start. I love you Mom"

Jacinda had never imagined her life would take such a drastic turn within 2 days. She was reading a list of requests... or rather... rules... or... Orders from her Son. Who is now supposed to be her lover, her Master. Reading through the list, she felt embarrassed, humiliated yet extremely excited. She was genuinely excited for something for the first time in forever. The last time she felt this level of anxious excitement was when she found out she was pregnant. Pregnant with the same child, who has now grown up to be a strong, confident, assertive young man and her lover, Hunter. The same person, who she birthed and carried for nine months, was now going to be her owner. Her master. Was she ready to submit? Was she willing to be a slave? She wasn't sure.

Hunter didn't leave any room for negotiation in his commandments. Jacinda placed the paper on her night stand and went into her closet to get ready for the day. It was going to be a chores day, since the maids were told not to come in today. Which means, she was expected to cook, clean, do laundry and now, any other task her Master would assign to her.

Jacinda was trying to pick out something to wear for the day, but she couldn't decide on anything specific. For years, she didn't care and would just dress without much thought, yet looked absolutely stunning. But now, she was picking out her wardrobe with the thought of "What would Hunter like to see?" And that was a difficult decision. Despite being her son, she didn't know much about her son's preferences in a relationship or as a partner, let alone, as her owner. And that's when she remembered him asking about the silky, shiny, black, satin belt. That belt was a part of a short, black, sexy lingerie set she had purchased online a few years ago. But never got the opportunity to wear or try it. She wanted to get rid of it or throw it away. But now she was going to wear it, because her son, her master, wanted to see her in it.

Jacinda dug through a few lingerie sets and picked them out. It was essentially a robe, quite opaque. But had a flimsy, rich, shiny, silky material. It was very soft. She put on the black silk robe and covered herself. It connected just above her cleavage, properly hiding it. The belt went around the plugs along her waist and she was able to fasten it on her left side. She looked in the mirror and felt it was a bit short, ending just under her butt in the back, exposing her shiny, smooth shapely legs. It still looked really good, she thought. She obviously didn't wear a bra. She knew better. Bras were history as far as Jacinda was concerned. She had one last look at herself in the closet mirror, thought "That'll do" and walked out.

Jacinda picked up her laundry hamper and walked towards the laundry room downstairs, next to the kitchen. She was loading up the washer and thought to check in with Hunter if he had any dirty clothes to wash. She skipped and hopped and went to her son's room. Her master's bedroom. Hunter was in the shower. She looked in his closet and found his laundry basket. Jacinda grabbed the basket and walked towards the washer to wash his clothes in the same spin cycle.

As she was loading up the washer, she noticed several underwear with obvious white teenage stains on them. Most of Hunter's boxers and underwear had stains of semen. It was dry and crisp. She picked out the last pair from his laundry basket. This was a pair of tight briefs with a pocket in the front for a jock-strap. She noticed this particular underwear was especially very dirty and had multiple stains in the front. She felt naughty and brought the underwear close to her nose. She could still smell the pungent stench of residual dried pee and crusty cum on this underwear. But there was something about sniffing her own son's musky, dirty underwear that was tempting. Jacinda bit the bottom of her lip in excitement. She could just imagine her teenage son wearing this underwear, playing ball out in the sun. This piece of cotton, strapped to his sweaty crotch, as his thighs and ass rub against its fabric. His penis oozing droplets of piss and remnants of semen drying on these briefs.

As her eyes were closed and she was lost in thought, Hunter walked into the laundry room. She felt his presence, this time he smelled fragrant. Fresh and crisp, out of the shower. He had a plain gray tank top on and a pair of shorts. Hunter looked at her and smiled. Jacinda smiled back at her son.

Hunter: Did you read your rules?

Jacinda: Yes, I did.

Hunter: And....?

Jacinda: It's uhmm interesting. I think...maybe I can try to do it.

Hunter: Good girl.

When Jacinda heard her son say "Good girl", it was like music to her years. She grew up in a strict, uptight, conservative family. And she would rarely hear that from her own parents or any elder in authority at school or college. Now, her son was the one in charge of her. And he just gave her the sweetest of gifts. He acknowledged her. He appreciated her. He called her a good girl. She felt protected, cared, adored and loved by this man. This man, who is now her Master. Her own flesh and blood, her son. As Jacinda continued blushing in response to Hunter's "Good Girl" comment, Hunter came up close to her. He snatched his dirty soiled underwear from her hands, rolled it up bundled into a small ball.

Hunter: Open your mouth, Mom.

Jacinda: Hunter.... Wait..

Hunter: I said, open your mouth.... Slave!

As soon as that word fell upon her ears, it was like a switch turned on inside of her. Jacinda, naturally, voluntarily opened her mouth wide. She had a small, cute mouth with pretty lips surrounding them. Hunter tried to shove his dirty soiled underwear in his mother's mouth. Due to the size of her small mouth it wasn't fully going in.

Hunter grabbed her head from the back with his left hand, and began forcing the underwear down her throat, into her mouth from the front. Jacinda was stunned but knew he was going to have his way no matter what. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't use her safe word "Magnets" at that moment, since her mouth was overstuffed with her son's dirty, sweaty, semen and pee-laden underwear. Once Hunter managed to get the majority of these bundled up dirty briefs in her mouth, there was still some part of the underwear's elastic waist strap falling out of her mouth.

Hunter looked at his mom top to bottom. He noticed she was wearing that black, shiny lingerie robe. He was happy to see her fulfill his wish. Her hair was wavy and left open. It was long, and reached the middle of her back. She had gorgeous hair. He looked down and noticed the belt tied to her side. That's the belt that piqued his curiosity and started all of this. He was grateful for that loose, shiny, black belt. His eyes gazed further down to his mom's glistening, sexy, legs. She had just applied lotion on them, so they looked extra smooth and soft. Hunter looked back up at her. His mother, his slave, Jacinda had no makeup on. Yet, she looked so pure, so innocent, so pristine. She was naturally beautiful. Her cheeks were protruding to the side, as he had stuffed her mouth with his underwear. Her tiny mouth still stretched wide with part of his briefs falling out.

Hunter went closer to her, grabbed an end of the black shiny belt tied to her left and pulled it towards him in one swift motion. The force of him pulling the belt meant it came undone and firmly in his hands. This made Jacinda turn around and do a 360 spin on the spot, and when she stopped to face Hunter back in position, her sexy, shiny, black robe was now undone. And she stood almost naked again, in front of her own son. Her master. She instinctively closed the ends of her robe and covered up her body. Hunter didn't care. As much as he wanted to see his sexy mother naked. He had another idea.

Hunter hoisted the black silky belt in his hands up towards his mother's face, while she was holding her robe together to hide her nudity. He placed the black shiny belt over her tiny mouth full of his dirty soiled underwear and tied a knot at the back of her head, under her hair. He tied the knot as tight as he could, forcing more pressure on the briefs in Jacinda's mouth. The black silky belt was now firmly in place. It may not be in the spot it was designed for, but it was where Hunter desired it to be.

Hunter: What are you looking at? Finish up loading the washer.

Hunter turned around and walked across towards the kitchen, leaving Jacinda in that state in the laundry room.

Jacinda felt humiliated once again. Her lust had taken over her day. In a matter of hours, she had become a sex slave to her son. She was now doing a trivial chore like laundry, almost naked, with the front of her body exposed, a dirty soiled teenage brief in her mouth, fastened by a black silk belt around her head. She felt like a caricature. A walking piece of meat to be used and abused by her son, as he pleased. If there was any momentary chance of her having forgotten what she was, there was a sudden reminder of her existence - a slave. A sex slave to her teenage son. There wasn't much sex or any actual sexual intercourse yet. But the way Hunter was treating his mother was beyond her wildest imaginations. She knew he would take her. She presumed he would lose his virginity to her. She just didn't know when and how. The suspense, the wait, the anxiousness is what excited her. And again, she began feeling that tingle in her groin.

Apart from the tingling sensation, she also felt some emptiness in her stomach. She realized she hadn't eaten anything all day. She was hungry. It was half past noon, both her and Hunter hadn't eaten anything since dinner the night prior. A lot had happened since dinner the night before. She felt like a bad mother, and didn't want her son to starve. Jacinda, after loading up the dishwasher went into the kitchen to fix up some sandwiches for lunch. That's when she heard the front door bell ring. Jacinda panicked and stood still. She wasn't expecting anybody. Jacinda was barely clothed and was hoping whoever it was, Hunter would open the door and take care of it. She would call out for him, but her mouth was trapped and stuffed. She tried to call out for him, muffled. But obviously that wasn't going to be effective.

Hunter walked in the kitchen.

Hunter: Hey mom, someone's at the door. You should go get that. I got some work in my bedroom, I'll be right back.

Jacinda was now extremely confused. She didn't expect that from her son. How was she supposed to open the door, she couldn't even talk or ask who it was. She knew better than to undo the black silk strap and remove the briefs from her mouth. She knew there would be a punishment for such disobedience. That's when she realized, her master, her son, had just ordered her to go get the door.

Jacinda had no choice. She tried to cover up the front of her tiny, sexy, black, shiny robe as much as she could with her hands. Her mouth was still paralyzed by the underwear and black strap. She slowly walks to the door, looks at the door camera and it was a young-ish Pizza delivery boy. He looked rather young. Jacinda in all her modesty was not going to accidentally or purposely flash this young boy. But then she thought, "Who ordered the pizza? Maybe it was Hunter. Did he want me to flash this stranger?"

Jacinda was confused and she had to make a decision. She couldn't speak over the video-con bell camera to advise the young fellow to leave the pizza by the door, as her mouth was unusable. The delivery guy rang the doorbell again. The tension was rising and Jacinda made a flash decision. She slowly opened the door slightly, poked her head out just so her eyes were visible. The delivery guy was confused but offered her the Pizza. Now to accept the two boxes of pizza, she would have to free her hands off her robe that's keeping her modesty together, hiding her frontal nudity. Jacinda had no choice, and she did it. She hurriedly opened her arms out wide, took the pizza boxes from the delivery guy, who clearly saw Jacinda's gorgeous body completely naked in the front under the robe. His jaw dropped, and was pleasantly stunned. He had heard of Pizza dares, but always thought those were staged. Now he was a part of one. Jacinda quickly took the boxes in and closed the door behind her. The delivery boy went back on his merry way. But what he saw that day was something he'd never forget. He was definitely going to tell all his friends.

Jacinda felt an overwhelming sense of shame and embarrassment. Being exposed and naked in front of her new lover, Hunter was one thing, but she would never expose herself or flash a stranger. She felt so wrong and conflicted. She kept the Pizza boxes on the coffee table in the living room. Hunter came walking down the stairs with his phone in his hand. He had shot a video of Jacinda opening the door and flashing the Pizza guy. He showed it to Jacinda who was already quite annoyed and humiliated at this point and the fact that her son, her lover shot this video, made her question his motives. Her mouth was still covered and she couldn't speak. But she was gesturing something to Hunter with her hands pointing at him and the door.

Hunter: Calm down, Mom. You have just made the mistake of exposing yourself to a stranger. Someone other than your lover, your master. And as such punishment shall ensue.

Jacinda came back to her senses, calmed down and accepted her fate. This was a plan so Hunter could punish her. He forced her to make a mistake. He was playing a game with her. And Jacinda now felt at ease, knowing that her son, Hunter, her Master, was in complete control of not only her, but the situations around her. He was now influencing her decisions. She relaxed a bit while standing by the coffee table in the middle of the living room sofa sets. Hunter now sat back on one of the sofa sets on the side, since the one in the center was soiled with his piss and his mother's squirt in the morning.

Hunter: Jacinda, my Slave. Are you ready for your punishment?

Jacinda nodded her head in affirmation.

This was the first time Hunter had called her by her name. He was her Master. He could call her anything he liked, she thought.

Hunter ordered Jacinda to lay down face up on the large coffee table in the middle of the living room. Jacinda, hesitant at first, didn't know if that was such a good idea. Or if the glass coffee table would hold. Her mouth was still bound shut. Her body half exposed, Jacinda did as she was told. Laying down face up in the middle of the giant glass table. With her black silk robe already undone, she was laying down practically naked. Hunter loved this view.

He picked up the pizza boxes and placed them on the couch to his side. He loved humiliating his slave mother. He watched her beautiful, curvy body. This was the first time he was able to have a good look at her nudity. He got up and observed his mother's luscious hair. Her pretty face, slender, yet stuffy neck, her shapely round shoulders, perfect chest, her heaving breasts that now lay flat, her toned midriff, her slightly puffy belly with subtle love handles, her curved hips, her cute bumpy fupa, her vagina, surrounded by some week old light brown pubes, her thighs, her smooth, toned legs. He could see a few red lines on her inner thighs going all the way up to her labia. He counted at least 3 strong red line and a couple of light ones. It reminded him of his vicious fingering attack on his mother's vagina from earlier that morning. His nails had scratched and left red lines along her inner thighs. She was a sight to behold. She was prettier, hotter and sexier than any woman Hunter had watched on his thousands of porn sites.

Jacinda just lay there, staring blank at the ceiling and the chandelier above it. She knew her body was beautiful and she could feel her son scanning her entire body head to toe. Hunter's shorts were showing signs of growth. Jacinda now moved her head in the direction that Hunter walked. Her eyes again, darting back and forth between his eyes as he devours her visually, and the tent in his pants. Jacinda wanted to see her son's dick again. She knew she was the one causing his rise. She wanted her reward and to Jacinda, her reward was her Master's blessed phallus.

Hunter could have easily given up his virginity and had sex with his mother right then and there, but he wanted to test his slave. He wanted to test her patience, her resilience and her willingness to serve him as her Master. He was playing mind games with her body as a tool. He was breaking her down internally to completely submit to him as he sensed there was still some hesitancy in Jacinda's voice when she unsurely accepted his proposition of becoming his sex slave.

Hunter completed one full round around the coffee table, admiring his mother's beauty. He settled back in the same couch he started from, with the pizza boxes to his right. He opened the first box. It was meat lovers, his mother's favorite. He closed the first box, switched positions and opened the second box. This one was pepperoni. His favorite. As soon as he opened the pizza boxes, the room was filled with the smell of bread, cheese, sauce and meat. Jacinda was starving and she could smell the delicious pizza just a foot away from her. But she couldn't eat it. Her mouth was still shut and bound.

Hunter: Mom, raise your hands up along your shoulders, behind your head.

Jacinda followed her master's instructions. The glass coffee table was large enough to hold Jacinda's body but once she raised her arms above her head, they dangled out the end of the coffee table almost leaning towards the ground.

Hunter: Open up your palms mom. Wide.

Jacinda obliged.

Hunter placed one slice of pizza on each palm of her hands, off the table.

Hunter: You are not to use or move your hands. Now, if these slices fall. Your punishment will get more intense, and trust me mom, you don't want that, plus you won't get anything to eat.

Jacinda thought, surely her son couldn't be that cruel. She was enjoying the powerplay aspect but he won't let her starve a full day. She wasn't willing to test that theory. Her arms already hurt trying to keep them perpendicular to the ground. And now with the pizzas on them to balance, she was trying her best not to fumble them. Hunter now placed the rest of the hot pizza slices on his mother's exposed naked belly, midriff, chest and boobs. It was something he had seen on the internet in one of those Japanese Nyotaimori restaurants with sushi. He always wanted to try one of those, but they lived in a conservative town and there weren't such places around.

Jacinda once again, did not expect such a unique, weird act by her son. He was using her as a human dining table. He was using her like a human serving plate. She felt objectified. She felt so small, powerless and worthless. But she had no way to protest. Hunter then got up and went into the kitchen. Jacinda lay there, on the coffee table, with pizza slices placed on top of her pristine body. It was a couple of minutes before Hunter returned from the kitchen. Jacinda's humiliation had reached new heights. She realized this really was a punishment. It was unlike anything she had ever done or experienced before in her boring 42 years of life. The humiliation somehow excited her. Hunter sat back on the couch, calm as he can be.

He had some hot sauce in his hands. He gave the bottle of hot sauce a good shake. The bottle read, 1 Million Scoville scale. Hunter always had an affinity for hot chinese, thai and Indian food. He could really handle his heat. Hunter got close to his mother's face. Kissed her on her forehead. That kiss calmed her down a little. It was a show of love. Yes, he was punishing her. But she realized she deserved it. She could have thought of an alternative without flashing the pizza guy. But she failed the test. She had accepted her position and was now smiling and willing for what was to come. Jacinda still had no idea what was on Hunter's mind. That's what made all of this exciting to her.

Hunter came down to Jacinda's now exposed armpits. She had clean shaved them in the shower the night prior. He sniffed her left armpit. It smelled pleasant, like some flowery fragrance he wasn't aware of. He liked how well kept, tidy and groomed his mother was. He took another sniff, of her other armpit. Then returned to her left armpit, planted a kiss on it. That was another foreign sensation to Jacinda. Her body was now reacting to Hunter's actions. The kiss on her armpit, tickled and she could instantly feel the insides of her vaginal walls working overtime. What happened next, was another first for Jacinda. Hunter poured about 3-4 teaspoons of hot sauce, unmeasured directly from the bottle, right on Jacinda's armpits. He doused both sides. The little spoon-like gap Jacinda's armpits formed since her arms were raised, held enough hot sauce for the armpits to act like makeshift tiny bowls.

Jacinda didn't feel much, just some liquid sensation on her armpits. But the hot sauce was 1 million scoville. That was hot. It clearly said on the bottle "Avoid direct contact to skin". Hunter now picked up a slice of pizza from his naked mother's hot body and began eating it kneeling close to her, directly over her face. He did this on purpose, so as to tease her with his slice of pizza. He knew she was starving. Since he was eating directly over her face, without a plate under him, any crumbs from his mouth and the pizza fell directly on top of her face. Jacinda kept her eyes open watching as her son continued munching on slices of pizza above her.

Once he was done with the slice from her chest. He picked up the slice of pizza from her boobs. This time, he dipped it a little in her hot sauce covered left armpit. Jacinda felt a tickle. Which was a welcome distraction from the now aching pain in both her arms, as they fight gravity to remain straight up and balance the slices of pizza on her palms. Hunter was quickly done with her second slice, and picked up a third from his mother's midriff. He doused this one in hot sauce from her other armpit and began chomping it on top of her face. As he took a bite, a line of warm grease mixed with the hot sauce from the slice dribbled down on Jacinda's face. Luckily it narrowly missed her eyes and fell on her cheek. Slowly dribbling down across her face down to her neck, eventually vanishing behind her head in her hair.

Jacinda's jaw was now in tremendous pain too, as her mouth had been forced open for a long time now. She could barely keep her mouth open, but the soiled underwear inside her mouth had forced it. The black silk belt still fastened across her mouth added additional pressure on Jacinda's mouth. In this moment, Jacinda thought to herself, "She was truly and thoroughly a pain slave to her master."

Hunter continued his reckless abandon for his mother and munching on pizza slices using her as a human dining table. Eventually he was on his last slice, that he picked up from her belly. He doused this one in hot sauce again from her armpits, but this time, Jacinda felt a stinging itch and heat on her armpits. The hot sauce had done its job and was now reacting with the sensitive skin in Jacinda's armpit. Hunter continued eating his last slice of pizza even though he could now see his mom struggle for help as she could barely keep her arms raised up, balancing the slices on her palms. She was very close to giving up. Her armpits were on fire and her arms were in terrible pain. Her jaw hurt from her mouth being bound wide open for so long.

To Jacinda's respite, after consuming the last slice of pizza, Hunter took the pizza slices he had placed on the palms of his mother's raised arms and put them back in the box. He then undid the black silk belt from behind her head and let her head lose. This relieved some pressure off her mouth and hands. Jacinda's armpits were still burning. She thought her ordeal was coming to an end and she could finally get to eat her pizza. But Hunter had other ideas. He undid the black, satin belt but left his dirty, soiled underwear in his mother's mouth. He then used her silky, black robe that laid under her body on the table to wipe her armpits off the hot sauce. Hunter proceeded to grab the bottle of hot sauce again.

What happened next was unimaginable for Jacinda. Hunter pressed his mother's nose shut, just like he did in the morning to get her to open her mouth. This time however, her mouth was already wide open and stuffed with his dirty underwear. She had no way to breathe. Hunter began pouring the hot sauce straight into Jacinda's mouth, completely drenching his own dirty underwear in hot sauce. He knew as the underwear got doused in hot sauce, it would mix with her drool and saliva and she would feel the burn in her mouth.

Given the tiny size of Jacinda's mouth and lips, it didn't take long for Hunter's plan to work. Jacinda could now feel the inside of her mouth and lips burning hot. This was no longer master and slave play for Hunter and Jacinda. This was BDSM in its purest form. She had legitimately become his slave. Hunter wasn't making love to his mother anymore, he wasn't roughly taking advantage of her anymore. They hadn't even had sexual intercourse. He was torturing and humiliating her. And yet, somehow, Jacinda enjoyed her suffering just as much as Hunter did inflicting it.

Hunter then lifted his mother up in a jiffy and hugged her. She stumbled, and fell on him resting on his body. Her armpits and mouth were still on fire. Hunter licked the thin line of oil and hot sauce from his mother's face. And he subtly whispered in her ears.

Hunter: Mom, I'm going to fuck you now. We're going to have sex. Are you ready?

Jacinda was still reeling from the ordeal he had put her through just seconds ago. She was still trying to make sense of what had happened to her. The intense pain in her arms, burning skin of her armpits, hot sauce lighting up a fire in her mouth, while she's stuffed with Hunter's dirty soiled underwear. Not to mention, her body was covered in crumbs, grease and oil. She had just showered too. Jacinda had no option or an alternative, she just looked into her son's eyes. She trusted him. She had already submitted to him. She had already accepted him as a lover. She was his property, and he could do whatever he felt like with her. Jacinda looked deep into his eyes, mouth still stuffed with dirty, hot, spicy underwear, she nodded in the affirmative.

Hunter sat back on the couch. His mother was still standing confused, waiting for her next instruction. She watched as Hunter cleared the couch and opened up his mother's favorite Meat lover's pizza, took it out of the box and placed it on the glass coffee table. The couch was now vacant. He sat back on it.

Hunter: Mom, I just had lunch. I'm kinda full. I want to have sex with you. But I can't be too active right now or I'll throw up all the pizza. And you'll have to clean it all up. I want you to take my virginity.

Hunter got rid of his shorts, took off his gray tank top and was sitting on the couch naked. Jacinda looked at him, still confused and unsure. His intent was clear and his logic made sense. But what did he mean by "I want you to take my virginity? Is he asking me to take some power back?" Jacinda thought. He looked at her boy, sitting naked stroking his huge cock now on full display in daylight. She wanted that dick. She wanted it bad. That was her reward. She had just faced her punishment and she completed it successfully. Now, that gorgeous dick is her reward. Jacinda spent a few more seconds taking in the visual in front of her. Her son, sitting naked on the couch. Naked as the day he was born. She still remembered that day. It was only 18 something years ago.

And look at him now, such a handsome, chiseled young man. And she can have all of him to herself. What a lucky woman. She certainly was grateful. She felt fortunate to have this man as her lover. Her own son, her partner, her lover, her Master. She looked up, thanking the heavens, her faith, her Gods, grateful for giving her a son who could fulfill her, satisfy her, appreciated her, adored her, loved her and now controlled her. He gives her pleasure and now pain. But the pain she received was just a stepping stone to the ultimate pleasure. Now it was time for her reward, to give some of that pleasure back to her Master. She couldn't wait any longer to feel his dick.

Jacinda sprang into action. She faced Hunter, she wanted to kiss him, but her mouth was still stuffed and stinging hot. She got on the couch, parted her legs, and on her knees placed them on either side of Hunter's laps. She looked down at his giant dick now poking at her belly button. Jacinda lifted her body, held her son's dick under her, aimed at her vagina, and looked him in the eyes. And slowly, gently guided herself down on his penis. There was an eerie, nervous silence in the air. The contact of their genitals made a soft squishy sound as Jacinda exhaled heavily and sighed with a slight moan. Hunter could feel her breath on his face.

This was the first time Jacinda had felt a real penis, in flesh and blood going inside her vagina in over 15 years. She was having sex for the first time in forever. Her vagina was still very tight and Hunter's cockhead was huge, so she guided it in and out of him her cowgirl position, slowly. She gently raised her hips and ass to go up and brought them down on his hard dick. Balancing on her knees, her head now rested on his right shoulder. As she continued her gradual rhythm. It was still a slow pace. It was still new for them both.

Hunter couldn't believe it. His mom was having sex with him. She was fucking him. He had finally lost his virginity. And that too, to his own Mother. The one who birthed him. He could feel the tight, vice-like grip of her Vaginal opening on his dick. And as she slid down thanks to the natural lubricant being her own pussy juices. He could feel a foreign sensation. The texture inside his mother's vagina was ribbed, soft, warm and moist. It just felt unique and yet somehow, it felt like home to him. He had never been inside anybody, but his own mother's pussy to him, felt like home. This intercourse was not rough. It wasn't hard. It was soft and sensual. Their bodies were feeling the electricity through their natural connection in their private organs. Hunter thought "This was the hole I came out of. And I'm going back inside it. Fucking it with my penis. My own mother. My woman. My sex slave." Hunter couldn't help but close his eyes and enjoy the stimulation he was feeling throughout his body. Losing his virginity was special. And this was a special moment for him and his mother.

Jacinda still had her back, shoulders and forearms covered with the shiny, black robe. Her front was completely exposed. Her sumptuous breasts had a cute little wiggle and bounce to them as they gently brushed Hunter's chin. Jacinda didn't have huge pornstar breasts, they were average, but shaped perfectly. Age had made them slightly full and soft at the bottom. Jacinda's nipples were hard and poking out, inviting Hunter to play with them. He was so mesmerized with the feeling in his cock, that he just watched as the spectacular twins jiggled and bounced up and down with his mother's movements.

Jacinda was lost in ecstasy as she kept moaning and mumbling and making sounds from her hot-sauce-doused dirty underwear stuffed mouth. With an occasional grunt if she inadvertently went too deep down on her son's giant cock. She was only able to take about half of his length so far. Her pussy already felt stretched by his throbbing girth. After about 18 minutes of nonstop, passionate, loving intercourse, Hunter gently held his mother's head and brought it in front of him, facing him directly. Her eyes were still closed as now her up and down movement had paused. Hunter was still halfway inside her. Hunter gently tapped his mother's face. She opened her eyes and returned back to earth. They looked each other in the eye.

Hunter now had his palms over Jacinda's breasts. They completely engulfed her mounds as he caressed and lovingly played with them. He looked to his left, at his mother's right breast. That was the tit he was smacking violently the night before. Today, he just wanted to feel them. Gentle touches, caresses, light squeezes. He was making love to his mom, as she rode his dick in cowgirl position. Hunter took her left nipples in between his index and middle finger, squeezed them together building pressure in her already erect nipples then pulled it towards him, giving Jacinda another little tingle of excitement on top of her ongoing euphoria. He then took her other nipple in between his lips and slowly tickled it in quick lateral movements with his tongue. Jacinda's nipples were one of her primary sensitive erogenous zones. Unknown to Hunter, he continued licking, kissing, playing and sucking on his mother's right boob. The same one he had violently smacked the night before.

Every time Jacinda felt Hunter's warm wet mouth and tongue on her rock hard nipples, she felt an electric tingle pulsing down her entire body down her spine, reaching her pussy which was now leaking profusely. Her son's contact with her crystal like hard nipples made her extra horny and she began her elevator movement on his cock again. She was tired with the pressure on her knees and hips but she was so turned on she wanted to fuck her son forever. As his fingers gently pinched and played with her rubbery pointed nipples she kept moaning and sliding up and down his dick. Hunter could visibly see a few bluish-green veins running across her breasts disappearing as they met her chest.

Hunter's tongue could now feel the texture of his mother's nipples. Another first and foreign sensation in his mouth. But it really wasn't his first. These were the same nipples he had sucked on as an infant. Jacinda was suddenly reminded of this as her eyes were closed enjoying her sexual bliss. She remembered Hunter as an infant baby locking on to her nipples sucking the milk out of it. When she breastfed him back then, before he began teething he would often bite hard on her nipples with his infant gums. She never imagined, 18 years and 6 months later history would repeat itself. Except this time, it was much different. He wasn't sucking on her nipples or playing with her breasts for food. He wasn't sucking on her nipples because he needed to. He was doing it because he wanted to. And as much as he wanted to, Jacinda needed it more now.

Hunter kept sucking and playing with her nipples with an occasional kiss on her breasts and on her exposed, slightly protruding sternum between her tits. With his dick still buried upright in his mother's pussy, the realization dawned upon them both that as mother and son, their current physical attachments to each other's body was very natural. It felt like nature's plan. It was unusual and taboo, yes but as societal norms. The joy and fulfillment they both felt in that moment with their bodies entangled, genitals in union, breasts and mouths in play, was the greatest feeling they both had ever experienced. Especially when their hearts had already surrendered to each other. Everything just felt right.

Hunter: Mom, Thank you. Thank you for taking my virginity. I am yours, as much as you are mine. I couldn't have thought of a better person to lose my virginity to. You're special. This is special. We are so special. Our love is special, it's unique. I love you, Mom.​