Incest/Taboo Innocent Mom now Son's Slave

Jacinda was reminded of her position yet again and reluctantly got down on her knees. Trying to balance herself so she doesn't fall in the puddle of piss. She bent down again, getting her head close to her piss stinking dirty pajama shorts. She was somehow able to grab them in her teeth. But she had to get really close to the puddle of their pee. There was a stinking, pungent smell emanating from the puddle. Jacinda somehow picked it up in her mouth and walked towards Hunter. He loved the sight. His mother holding her tiny sexy pj shorts which were drenched in their piss.

Hunter: Good Girl! Now, keep them in your mouth. Get in the car. We're going home.

Jacinda couldn't believe the extent of her humiliation. She followed her son as they walked back to the car, piss drenched shorts still in her mouth, drops of pee dripping from the shorts as they hit her chin and chest walking towards the car. On top of that, Jacinda was already naked from the waist down. Sitting on her leather car seat bottomless. Now her wet pussy was leaking juices on the car seat. Holding her piss drenched pajama shorts in her mouth felt dirty as they kept squeezing the combination of her and her son's pee in her mouth, overpowering the taste of her dinner from earlier.

Once they reached home, Hunter parked the car. He ordered Jacinda to go to her bedroom and remain the way she is. She was allowed to remove the piss drenched shorts from her mouth and he left it up to her to trash them or throw them in the laundry hamper. He asked her to wash her mouth and clean up, while he got changed. Instructions were clear and Jacinda obliged.

Jacinda sat on the edge of her bed, still bottomless, with her green silk camisole pj still on. After a few minutes, her son entered her bedroom, naked. She was pleasantly surprised since he said he was going to get changed, but he came in naked with his semi-hard dick dangling like a pendulum. Jacinda couldn't stop visually devouring her son's chiseled body. He was so handsome and sexy to her. Her eyes ran all over his face to his broad shoulders to his hard chest, his slightly visible abs, his muscular arms and her favorite, his penis. He had a slight V shape around his pelvis which made him look so hot to her.

Hunter: Mom, I had a great time tonight. Did you?

Jacinda: I did. But the shorts and piss thing was okay....

Hunter: Hmm... as I said, you'll learn to like it.

Jacinda remained quiet.

Hunter: Mom, I have special plans for you tonight. But I need to know, if you trust me.

Jacinda: Of course I trust you honey. You're my son.

Hunter: I am. And you're my Mom. My beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, hot mom. But Mom, you're also my sex slave.

Jacinda: mmhmm...

Hunter: Say it. I need to hear you say it.

Jacinda: (Nervously, but with a smile) I.... I'm your...ugh. I'm your sex slave.

Hunter: Good. And as my sex slave, you and I are going to have a lot of fun. But do you trust me?

Jacinda: I do Hunter. As I said, you're my son. My lover. I love you.

Hunter: I'm also your Master. Do you trust me as your Master?

Jacinda: Yes. Yes, I do.

Hunter: Good. And you remember your safe word?

Jacinda: Yes, Magnets.

Hunter: Good.

Hunter then walked close to his mother, grabbed her hair pulling her head back roughly. This made Jacinda wince a little and she let out a light screech "aarch". Her mouth remained slightly open with a hint of smile still on her face. Hunter then gently tapped the left side of her face with tender light slaps.

Hunter: Open your mouth, mom. Wide.

Jacinda's mouth was already open as she was reeling with the pain his hair-pulling was having on her. She opened up wide. While her son was pulling on her hair roughly and her mouth open, he suddenly spat inside her open mouth. Jacinda could feel his thick, wet spit roll on her tongue as it slowly went back towards her throat, thanks to gravity and the pull her son had on her hair. Jacinda instinctively swallowed, as a happy Hunter had a grin on his face. He let his mother's hair go. Jacinda felt humiliated again, but the sexual tension between them was heating up. She had been worked up and horny all evening and the blatant disregard for her by her son was connecting her with her inner slut. Her submissive side shone, as unlike her earlier encounters in the day, she had a perennial excited smile after each act of degradation by her son.

Hunter then slid her thin camisole straps off her shoulders on both sides. He wanted to get her naked as soon as possible, he loved her body. Jacinda just stood motionless, allowing her son to take the lead. Something about him being in control of her and her body just felt right to her. Until earlier that day, she was trying to make sure he would take control and be assertive. Now, he had evolved to dominate her as a piece of meat.

Hunter: Mom, get on the bed.

Jacinda quietly climbed on her mattress, on her beige colored silk sheets. She wasn't lying down flat, but more reclined on the headboard as her back and head rested against it. Hunter turned around and left the room. He returned a couple of minutes later with a bottle of red wine from their wine cellar and a one gallon bottle of water. He opened the bottle of wine and handed it to his mom. Hunter began drinking the water from the gallon bottle himself.

Hunter: Drink. As much as you can.

Jacinda who was already intoxicated from her 3 glasses of wine earlier at dinner, quietly took the bottle from her son. She obeyed his orders and began drinking straight out of the bottle. After a few gulps she paused. The bottle was a quarter empty. She wanted to give it back.

Jacinda: I think that's enough, Hunter.

Hunter: More. Drink more. You're going to need it.

Jacinda was spellbound and was unsure what he meant by "You're going to need it". She followed her Master's commands and continued drinking. Within a few minutes she had gulped down three quarters of the wine bottle, before she couldn't take it anymore and began coughing.

Hunter had meanwhile gulped down most of his bottle of water. Almost a full gallon. He realized Jacinda had more than reached her limit and took the wine bottle out of her hands, placed it on her night stand along with his water bottle.

He got on the bed and got close to Jacinda and started kissing his mother flush on the lips. Jacinda, now drunk and horny began wildly mouthing Hunter's lips pulling his face deeply into her own. This was their most passionate and deep liplock yet. Their tongues were swirling exploring deep into each other's mouths. Hunter could taste the wine off his mom's lips and tongue. Their saliva exchanged and merged with one another. It was no ordinary smooch or french kiss, it was wet, dirty, wild and sloppy. There was heat and passion. Jacinda could feel her heart beat faster and sense Hunter's heartbeats too.

Hunter slowly unlocked his lips from his mom's mouth and planted kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her chin, slowly going down her neck. Every kiss had passion and love. It wasn't just a peck, it was full and wet. He had smothered his mother's face with his saliva and she cherished the feeling of being loved like that by her son, her lover, her Master. Hunter reached his mom's neck and began swirling his tongue around to taste her skin. Her smooth skin was the delicious dessert he wanted to feast on for a while. His kisses turned into licks and eventually sucking parts of her neck. At one point he sucked on the left side of her neck so deep and for so long, holding her skin in his mouth, that when he let it go. There was a visible love-bite on her neck. He looked at it with pride and kissed it again.

Jacinda had her eyes closed and was just lost in ecstasy of being passionately loved by her son. She felt the slight pinch on her neck as he left a lasting impression of love on it. Hunter's hands were playing with Jacinda's waist under her camisole and his lips now reached her shoulders. Jacinda had her hands wrapped around her son's head as he made passionate, sensual love to his mother. This is the kind of sex she had never had. This is the kind of love-making she was yearning for years. And now she had it. She was so grateful for her lover, her son. Hunter's lips and tongue made movements above her collarbone.

Hunter had begun smothering his mom's shoulders with his saliva as he sucked on her shoulder hard, just like he did earlier on her neck. This time using a bit of his teeth on her tender, smooth skin. Jacinda could feel her son biting down on her shoulders with his sharp teeth, yes it was painful, but oh so pleasurable. She somehow wanted to feel more of him. She wanted him to dig in deeper. She now wanted him to give her more pain. And their natural telepathic connection meant Hunter dug deeper into her flesh and bit on her shoulder hard.

When he finally let her shoulder free, he could easily spot a dial-clock-like red mark left on his mother's left shoulder. The clear imprints of his teeth were now visible on her otherwise, smooth, clear, tender skin. He ran his fingers along the newly inflicted wound and could feel the texture in her skin broken into. Jacinda hissed and sighed in pain and pleasure. She was now thoroughly enjoying her son planting these marks on her body with his mouth. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe she was intoxicated with love and passion, but her pain threshold was now subsiding and she suddenly wanted more and more of his abuse on her body.

Hunter then separated from her body and looked at his mother lying in front of him. She looked gorgeous with her ever so light make-up. Her eyeliner and mascara still intact, her silver earrings still on, her sexy green silk camisole now had their straps fallen off to her elbows and she was completely naked waist-down. Her camisole had risen slightly to her midriff given Hunter's now huge boner rubbing against her belly while he made love to his mom.

Jacinda opened her eyes as she felt his body separating from hers, looking at him towering over her, she made eye contact with him with a gentle smile and a naughty look on her face. Hunter's seductive look transformed into an evil grin as he suddenly grabbed his mother's brand new silk camisole from her chest and roughly began ripping it apart. This time it took him a few seconds unlike the tank top from the night before. He was still strong enough to tear off her camisole from the center causing a rip in the material from her neck to its helm around her belly. And what was once a beautifully knitted, sexy, dark green, silk camisole, now just a ragged jacket.

Jacinda's torso was now exposed and her godly body was on full display for Hunter to devour. He immediately buried his face on her left boob. The same left boob she fed him with as a baby. The same breast whose nipple he had rubbed and played with earlier in the afternoon while she fucked him. He began kissing and sucking both her breasts like a rabid dog. He was practically feasting on his mother's boobs. Hunter took her nipples in his mouth, sucking it viciously. Her nipples were one of Jacinda's erogenous zones and it made her mad as her son was roughly devouring her breasts.

At this point, Jacinda's hands had naturally dropped down to her own pussy and she was rubbing her vagina with one hand and trying to touch her son's mammoth cock. She finally got a hold of it and could feel how rock hard he was. It was like she was holding a telephone pole or a steel rod, except it was pulsating as he sucked on her nipples. Hunter had now switched his attention to his mom's right boob, got her nipple in his mouth and began sucking that one, while his other hand was pinching, rubbing and tugging her left nipple. The passionate heat from both their bodies as they explored their natural lust and desire for each other was scorching. Sweat had begun to form on their bodies, precum was leaking from Hunter's dick and Jacinda's pussy was oozing slimy white liquids.

Hunter introduced his teeth on her right nipple and chewed it down deeply making her shriek in pain. She could feel his teeth breaking into the skin of her already hard nipples. Her nipple was now sore and began turning red. Hunter kept biting down on his mother's nipple as deep as he could. Hearing her shriek in pain was music to his ears and he was getting harder with her screams. Tears of joy and pain simultaneously began flowing down the sides of her face, dragging down the eyeliner and mascara. He finally let her nipple go to observe and admire his work on her body.

His own mother, his 42 year old sexy mom, Jacinda, his slave, was lying naked with just the strings of her now torn camisole around her elbows, her body glistening with sweat, her gorgeous hair disheveled, a pretty bluish red mark on her neck, a stark red bite mark on her shoulder, her left nipple red and sore. He loved the sight of his sexy slave of a mother in this condition. Jacinda stared back at her son with a satisfied yet horny smile on her face. Hunter slowly pulled himself lower under her waist. He picked up both her legs, lifted them up, resting them on his shoulders and inserted his rock hard cock in his mother's waiting, wet vagina.

She immediately closed her eyes again as she felt the tip of his cock enter her glistening, moist pussy. She could feel the veins of his dick rubbing along her labia as it entered the most sacred hole in her body. Hunter leaned forward with her legs raised on his shoulders in missionary and began fucking his mother as his hands went back to playing with her boobs. This time the sex wasn't slow and sensual, Hunter was in charge and he was in control. He was fucking her hard and fast and Jacinda kept moaning in pleasure. She could feel his dick go deeper and deeper inside her pussy. Her pussy was still unable to take all of his 7 inches. But he managed to go deeper than he did that afternoon.

Hunter took his mother's hands on each side in his hands, and pinned them down against the mattress. He was fucking her pussy vigorously and with pace. He managed to keep getting faster and faster and deeper and deeper. Jacinda could barely handle his dick as she was moaning and now screaming. She was making sounds Hunter had never heard before. She wasn't one to dirty talk but Hunter wanted the receipt to her amazing fucking.

Hunter: Hey mom....how's it feeling?

Jacinda: So good Hunter, so good. This is the best feeling I've ever experienced in my life.

Hunter: And why is that mom?

Jacinda: Because you're having sex with me.

Hunter: And who am I mom?

Jacinda: Hunter. My son. My handsome, sexy son.

Hunter: What are you doing mom? What is happening right now...

Jacinda: My son is having sex with me.

*CHHAP*

Hunter suddenly raised his right hand up and brought it down disdainfully across the left side of Jacinda's face with force. He just laid a rough, hard slap on his own mother. Jacinda was startled and stunned. It was another unexpected consequence of her giving up control in her relationship with her son. The sound of his palm meeting her face reverberated throughout the room.

Hunter: (As soon as he slapped her) Talk dirty to me mom.

Jacinda: I'm having sex with my son... Hunter.

Hunter laid another slap on her face, the same way as before. All this as he's madly fucking her pussy raw. The heat in Jacinda's vagina was scorching and Hunter could feel the heat and moisture surrounding his penis. He knew she was extremely turned on and also slightly intoxicated.

Hunter: I SAID DIRTY. DIRTIER MOM! (He yelled)

Jacinda: (Screaming) I....I'm fucking. My son, Hunter is fucking me. He's fucking me oh soooo hard...so goooddd...

After the unexpected second slap on her face. Tears began rolling down Jacinda's eyes. There was a clear dark river flowing out of her eyes on either side of her face. Her mascara and eyeliner are now running down with her tears. Hunter loved that look. She looked extremely sexy, disheveled, abused and roughly fucked. Jacinda's face was now gushing red with the blood circulation in her body at an all time high. With her vagina on fire and her son roughly fucking her she was on cloud nine. It was literally the greatest feeling she had felt in her entire 42 years of existence.

Hunter laid another slap on his mother's face as she continued getting roughly pounded by his dick. She didn't know why he was slapping her but she wasn't complaining. It somehow felt good to her. It definitely hurt as her cheeks were now stinging and there was a very visible red print of Hunter's 4 fingers on the left side of her face. Hunter continued his brutal fucking and swung another slap on the same side of her face. This time, making Jacinda scream in agony. He smiled at every contact his palm made with her cheeks. He enjoyed the sound of his hand smacking her face. He loved hearing her scream in pain like that. It just made him more horny.

Jacinda couldn't believe her son was slapping her face like it was nothing. She had never been slapped in her entire life. But as soon as his fourth slap landed. The sting sent a tingle down her spine reaching her vaginal walls making them work overtime. Again, she was beginning to enjoy the hard, rough, brutal fucking her son was inflicting on her. Her body was no longer in her control. Her mind had transcended in another dimension where she was see-sawing between pain and pleasure. Her own 18 year old teenage son had turned into a pain slut and was treating her like a real sex slave. Roughly slapping her and brutally fucking her pussy raw and wild. She was in sensory overload.

Hunter: Do you like it when I fuck you mom?

Jacinda: Yes, Yes Hunter. I love it. I love how you fuck me.

Hunter: Do you like HOW I fuck you mom?

Jacinda: urghhh aahh ahh oh my gaawdd yess... I love how you fuck me baby. I love how rough you are. How you use me.... I love the way you treat my body..arrghhh...

Jacinda was now grunting, moaning, shrieking, screeching, screaming, making all sorts of sounds as her body moved up and down rhythmically, dancing to her son's cock.

Hunter: What do you like the most mom?

Jacinda: I like when you play with my breasts... I like how you fuck my vagina

*CHHAP* Hunter lands another hard slap, but this time back-handed, hitting the right side of Jacinda's face. Her left cheek got some respite, but since this one was backhanded, she felt his knuckles connect hard with her cheeks and cheekbone, hurting it more. She yelled out loud as the intense pain caused her to feel another amazing sensation in her pussy. But she wondered why she was slapped again, so brutally.

Hunter: I told you to talk dirty to me mom....Say Pussy.

Jacinda: Yess...Yess..Sorry Hunter....

Hunter laid another backhanded slap on her face. This one was just as hard as the last which shook his mother's head wildly to her left. Her right cheek was now showing subtle signs of abuse. Again, she was dumbfounded and surprised why she was slapped.

Hunter: It's master, for you... my slave.

Jacinda: arhghh.... Yess... I'm sorry Master. I love how your dick feels in my pussy master. I love how you fuck me roughly. I love my master. I love you. Please fuck me forever.

Hunter switched hands and swung another hard slap on his mother's face again.

Hunter: Slaves don't make demands. Slaves just say Thank You.

Jacinda: Yesss..I'm sorry Master. I love how you fuck me so roughly Master. Thank You for my brutal fucking Master.

Hunter now switched his target and swung his open palm flat and hard on his mother's right breast. Her face had already turned red with brutal slaps on both sides. And now her boobs were under attack. As soon as his hand made contact with her right breast, it jiggled and her nipples instantly got harder poking out upwards against gravity.

Hunter: What else do you like about your Master fucking you, Bitch?

Another first for Jacinda. Only occasionally some bullies in school had called her a bitch. Jacinda was a sweet, nice, highly valued woman all her life and was rarely sweared and abused at. Now, in the midst of a brutal sexual intercourse with her own son, her master had referred to her as "Bitch". He wanted her as a sex slave and he got that wish. She was just barely getting used to him calling her by her name or slave, instead of mom. And now, he just called her 'Bitch'. A word that was so taboo for her growing up. It was a bad word. And her son just casually used it while slapping her face, smacking her tits and fucking her wet pussy with his hard cock. Jacinda, as a slave to her son had no other choice but to answer her Master.

Jacinda: I.... I love... I love everything about it, Master. mmmmmhmmm I love how you bite me... I love how you play with my nipples and suck on my boobs. Aahhh ahhha arghh I... I love when you give me pain Master... I like when you slap me.

Jacinda didn't know what made her say all of that. But all of it was the truth. Her brain wasn't thinking anymore, her body was reacting to the overwhelming sensations rummaging through it. It wasn't the uptight, conservative, classy woman talking anymore. It was the submissive slut inside of her speaking the truth. Jacinda had just realized she had confessed to her deepest inner desires. And she had done it in front of the one man who could give her the pain and pleasure she yearned for. As a counselor by profession herself, she realized this was her therapy.

Hunter was already steaming and getting close to cumming while fucking his mother so rough, hard and brutally. But when he heard his mother confess, she actually enjoyed the brutality he was inflicting on her, his inner sexual beast went wild. He began laying more slaps on his mother's face. This time, repeatedly, back to back, one after the other. There was no counting anymore. Jacinda's head kept bobbing up and down as her son was pistoning in and out of her wet hot pussy, but now her head was spinning left and right with each strike that landed on her face.

Jacinda was so turned on that the repeated slaps and hardcore fucking made her erupt juices on her son's dick. Hunter could feel her inner vaginal walls tighten and wrap and squeeze his cock, as she oozed squirt after squirt of warm slimy water on his dick and thighs. The bedsheets under them were drenched. Hunter stopped his slaps and looked down to see the puddle his mom had formed under her ass. He pulled his cock out, her legs were already raised over his shoulders, he pushed them further back, stretching his mom in a way that her feet were now next to her own shoulders. This made her pussy position upwards and Hunter leaned his head down on the entrance of her love hole. With each gust of vaginal juice Jacinda squirted Hunter tried to get it in his mouth and lap it up as much as he could.

Jacinda was now spent. She had her third orgasm of the day. And each one, more intense than the last. This one was by far the wildest and intense orgasm she had ever had in her entire existence. She was tired, satisfied, happy and roughed up by her son's dick, his mouth and his hands. Jacinda had a satisfied grin on her face with her eyes half closed. Wet black lines running across her face, a mix of her tears and eyeliner plus mascara. Both her cheeks, red with hand prints on them showing signs of hard slaps. A visible blue mark on her neck, a red bite mark on her shoulder, the skin of her left nipple cracked, red and swollen, her right breast tan and red in comparison to her left. Her pussy, fupa, belly, pelvis, thighs, love handles, hips drenched her own juices.

Hunter loved the visual of his slave in front of him. His own mother, his sex slave, after a rough and brutal fucking. She had just climaxed, overwhelmed and had almost passed out. Her body had never taken this much sensory stimulation before. The multiple sensations of pleasure, sex and pain were more than she could handle. Her eyes were half open and she laid motionless on the bed. Hunter was at the peak of his horniness. He knew he had just made his mom climax, but he was left wanting more. He was still hard and ready to go. He tapped her face to try to wake her up from her state of sexual bliss. But Jacinda was in a momentary hibernation, somewhere in between passing out, sleep and an unfathomable emotional, physical release. She sported a weak, satisfied smile.

But Hunter didn't care. He was her Master, and she was his slave. And it was her duty to please her Master. He wanted to get his release. He got up out of the bed. Pulled his mother's motionless body perpendicular to the bed, so her feet were facing the right side of the bed, and her head rested on the left. He pulled her out towards him a bit more so that her head now leaned a little off the edge of the bed. Gravity made her hair fall and the tip of her hair touched the carpet on the floor. Hunter stood in front of her, as he once again adored his mother's sexy naked body lay in front of him. His cock now directly facing her head.

Hunter manually opened her mouth with his hands as she was still half immobile. He inserted his dick inside her mouth such that his balls were now hitting her nose and forehead. Given the small size of Jacinda's mouth, he was still not able to get the entire length of his cock in her mouth. He loved the feeling of his mother's warm, moist mouth on his dick. This time, the feeling was unique as her mouth engulfed his cock, upside down. It was different than that morning, when she was in a similar spent state and he roughly facefucked her. It was different than when she was voluntarily blowing him in the bathroom that afternoon. It was different than when she gave him a blowjob out in the open yard.

He wanted Jacinda to know and feel that she was his slave. He wanted to give her the pleasure and pain she so desired. But he was unable to do so when she was half out of her mind, almost passed out. He looked to his left and found his gallon of water bottle on the nightstand. He picked it up and emptied it on Jacinda's chest, neck, and her face, while keeping his dick inside her mouth. The cold temperature of water on her scorching hot, steaming, sweaty body woke her up from her state of limbo. And the first thing she noticed upon returning to her senses was Hunter's perineum and ballsack. The world was upside down and her mouth was full.

Jacinda returned to her senses and realized Hunter was facefucking her. She had no recollection of what had happened between the rough face slaps, her orgasm and now. Hunter, realizing his water pouring trick worked, began thrusting his pelvis in and out of his mom's mouth. Except now, he wanted to make sure he gave her the rough facefuck of her life that she deserved. His 7 inch cock started pistoning in and out of his slave's mouth, but again was met by the back of her throat just a few inches in. But Hunter was now in no mood to stop.

He continued facefucking her, as Jacinda had now grabbed the back of his thighs to balance her head and not fall out of the bed. She was going along with his hip movements and trying to give her son the best blowjob she could. But due to the physical limitations of her mouth she could only take in so much. Hunter then grabbed a hold of both her boobs, such that his left hand grabbed her left tit and his right hand grabbed her right. Since her boobs were average sized, he wasn't able to use or palm them as leverage to grab and push his cock in her mouth further. So he got creative and pulled on both her nipples instead.

Hunter now had a hold of Jacinda's erect, rubbery nipples and he pulled and held them up high so her breasts made a pointy conical shape. He was using them to grip her body and shove his dick in her mouth deeper and deeper. After a few pistoning attempts he suddenly smacked his mother's chest hard. This time, it didn't sound like a slap, but the sound was more bassy.

Hunter: Open up your throat for your Master, slave.

Jacinda didn't know how to, so she tried to mimic the swallowing motion. That was it. Hunter gave her another hard push and his cock had found the free entrance into her throat. She could feel a heavy lump form in her throat and it hurt really bad. It made her cough but she couldn't since the passage of air was now blocked by her son's cock going deep inside her throat. Hunter looked down and could clearly see the outline of his dick going in her throat, making a mound on her neck. His dick felt like it was entering a canal that was gripping tighter than anything else he had ever felt.

Jacinda had more water running out of her eyes now that her tiny food pipe had expanded with her son's massive cockhead entering it. Hunter was now successfully facefucking his mother but also brutally deepthroating his sex slave. As Hunter pulled his dick out, Jacinda winced and coughed and turned her head and body to the side to spit out the drool and cough that had formed from her throat because of her son's deepthroat abuse. She spat out some drool on the carpet below. Hunter continued tugging on her nipples and roughly pulled her head back in place to continue violating her throat.

He shoved his dick in her mouth again, to meet with the same resistance as earlier. And he landed another firm, hard smack, this time on her right boob. She knew what he wanted and she tried to swallow his cockhead again. It made his dick slide in her throat with ease one more time. Jacinda was learning what he wanted and she was now a willing slut to let her Master use her tiny face and throat. Hunter had now picked up rhythm and continued his assault on his sex slave mom's throat. Everytime he thrusted in, he saw her neck swell knowing that was his dick causing the pipes in her neck to expand. Hunter continued to deepthroat his sex slave mom until he was ready to cum.

He didn't pull out and kept his dick deep inside her throat, while Jacinda felt the veins of his cock throbbing in her mouth and throat muscles. Hunter came loads and loads directly into his mother's throat. Which naturally gushed down into her belly. Once he was done cumming, he pulled out and roughly put her back up on the bed. Jacinda was still coughing hard since her tonsils were tickled by his cockhead as it slid deep in her neck. She could sense the slimy, sticky goo down her throat and she tried her best to swallow. There was no taste of his cum, since she didn't get any on her tongue. All of his cum went directly into her esophagus down into her stomach. Hunter was tired and spent too and looked at his sexy mom as she was disheveled. She looked spectacular in her roughed up, sexually used and abused form.

Hunter wanted to capture the moment and ran out to his room to grab his phone. Meanwhile Jacinda had tremendous pain in her neck and throat. Her face hurt with the countless slaps her Master son unleashed upon her. Her pussy was sore with the long, rough fucking his giant cock gave her. She felt thoroughly used and abused. She was humiliated. She was tired. She was fucked like a proper pain slut. Like the sex slave that she was to her Master, her lover, her son, Hunter.

Jacinda was thirsty and wanted some water to soothe her throat and her general exhaustion, but her son had just emptied the last bits of water on her face and body to wake her up from her orgasmic bliss. Hunter returned and took some pictures of his mom and she smiled as she saw him take pictures.

Jacinda wanted to drink water but all that was available was the bottle of red wine with a little wine left in it. She definitely didn't want to drink wine anymore. So she looked at Hunter.

Jacinda: Hunter...Baby that was the best fuck of my entire life. Thank You, my Master. But Master, I'm thirsty and my throat hurts. Can I have some water please?

Jacinda had now experienced this twice. She was aware of Hunter's pee fetish. But she was hoping he would go get her some water.

Hunter: I see. Did you enjoy your dessert, slave?

Jacinda: (Smiling) Yes, I did Master.

Hunter: Was it sweet?

Jacinda: I don't know Master, I didn't get to taste it. It went straight down my throat.

Hunter: Maybe you haven't tasted it yet.

Hunter walked close to his naked mother, picked her up in his arms like a baby, and walked into the bathroom. As she was in his arms and their sweaty bodies touched, she had a feeling he was going to make him drink his pee again.

Hunter placed her on the toilet seat in the bathroom, as if she was peeing. But made sure she was scooted back on the seat so there was room between her and the front rim of the commode. Hunter then took his dick out and aimed at the gap between her belly and front rim of the porcelain bowl and began peeing into the bowl. Jacinda expected him to raise his stream and pee all over her again like he had done before. She was just expecting it and instinctively closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She was thirsty after all.

But Hunter continued peeing perfectly in the bowl. Jacinda could hear his piss splash in the water in the toilet bowl and some drops splashed on the bottom of her bum and close to her sore, glistening pussy. Hunter then raised the stream of his urine slightly so it was brushing her week old pubes and labia. She thought 'this is it, he's going to start peeing on me again'. But no, Hunter just got her pussy and pubes wet with his piss and was done. Once his stream stopped, his mother looked at him confused. Again, her expectations were wronged and he managed to surprise her. Little did she know, there were more surprises in store for her.

Hunter now helped his mom back up on her feet. She thought he was about to flush. But instead, he asked her to kneel down in front of the toilet bowl.

Hunter: You're thirsty mom?

Jacinda nodded, with a confused look.

Hunter: Well, your bowl is full of delicious dessert and water. It's time to lap it up.

Jacinda couldn't believe the depths of depravity her son, her master, was forcing her to go to. She looked at the yellow, piss filled toilet bowl. She just stood there contemplating, waiting on her knees. When suddenly, Hunter grabbed her hair in a bunch, held it all together so none of it fell in the toilet bowl or touched the water and forced her head close to the toilet bowl. Jacinda could now smell the same acidic, pungent stench of urine as she was inches away from the contents of her son's bladder. He then guided her head further down until her lips were touching the yellow pool of urine.

Hunter: Drink it. Lap it up Mom.

Jacinda took her tongue out and began lapping it up like a dog. She was beyond humiliated and degraded. She was drinking her son, her Master's piss out of a toilet bowl like an animal. And her son was forcing her to do it. But she was thirsty. The warm liquid going down her throat actually felt somewhat soothing to her. And she began lapping it up more and more trying to get as much as she could without getting any piss on her face or hair. Hunter watched as he enjoyed the visual of his slave mother's head in the toilet bowl, as she lapped up his piss like a dog.

Once Jacinda was satisfied, she pulled out of the bowl and wiped her mouth with toilet paper. Her thirst was quenched. She looked up at Hunter who helped her to her feet. Looked directly in her eyes and hugged her in a tight embrace. Jacinda melted in his arms, tired, spent, sweaty. Their bodies stuck to one other.

Hunter: Mom, today was the happiest, greatest day of my life.

Jacinda: Me too honey.

Hunter: I love you mom. I love you, Jacinda.

Jacinda: I love you too Master

Hunter: Let's go to bed mom.

Jacinda nodded.

Jacinda: Hunter..... Master...

Hunter: Yes ma?

Jacinda: Baby, can you sleep in my room, with me?

Hunter: I thought you'd never ask.

Jacinda's sweet, innocent smile returned. She wanted him. She loved him. She wanted his touch. She was tired of sleeping alone for years. Jacinda washed her face, used mouthwash to get the pungent pee breath out of her mouth and got ready for bed.

Hunter had already got on his mom's bed and was under the duvet. Jacinda slowly slid into her bed. They could both feel the cold wet bedsheets under them. Wet with Jacinda's vaginal excretions. Wet with their sweat. Their bodies embraced and connected again. Hunter was big spooning his mom. She felt safe, she felt protected, she felt owned. But more importantly, she felt loved. Love that she had never experienced in her life.

Jacinda looked at her alarm clock next to the night stand which read 11:45pm. They had been fucking for almost the last 3 hours. She had been up for 18 hours and had experienced one of the most eventful days in her entire life. In those 18 hours, she had climaxed and orgasmed three times, bathed in piss twice, drank it twice, blew her son twice, deepthroated once and used, abused, humiliated, degraded like a slut slave countless times. Just in a span of 2 days, her life had flipped upside down. But she had never been happier. She felt complete. She felt like she was finally living up to the purpose of her life. To love and serve her son in any way she could. She had found true love and finally embraced her inner desires. She had found the beast who could tame this beauty and her inner animal. Jacinda had accepted her son as her Master and owner of her body. She had given in to him. She was committed to his love and pain. She had turned into a complete submissive slut. A sex slave to her son.​