Incest/Taboo Innocent Mom now Son's Slave

Hunter and Jacinda slept in her bed that night. They had an eventful last couple of days. Especially that Saturday, was by far the greatest day in their lives. They had committed acts of sexual depravity that were extraordinary for a couple in love, let alone a mother and son. Jacinda had accepted and embraced her inner submissive slut. Hunter had thoroughly and roughly used, abused, fucked and sexually devoured his mother, who was now his sex slave. That night, both mother and son slept peacefully in love with their sweaty bodies in touch with each other all night. Jacinda felt safe, protected, cared for in Hunter's arms. She also felt like that's where she belonged, in her Master's arms. She felt owned by a man who loved her dearly.

It was now Sunday morning. The sun from Jacinda's large floor-to-ceiling glass window was gleaming onto the white covers, under which the naked bodies of Hunter and his mom lay. Jacinda's face had a natural gleeful and content smile on it. And to either side of her smiling lips were her cheeks which showed sore redness from her son's brutal slapping the night before. Jacinda was facing Hunter as they were sleeping in a tight embrace. Hunter's left leg was raised over his mother's hip and his semi-flaccid cock touched her pelvis. The sun hit Jacinda's face first, waking her up from her peaceful night of slumber in her lover's arms. She opened her eyes to spot her son's face an inch from her. She could feel his breath on her face.

This was the first time in almost two decades that Jacinda woke up next to a man. A man who was not only close to her physically, but in every aspect of her life. This man was her own son. Now, her Master. Staring at his peaceful sleeping face, Jacinda had the biggest grin on her face. She was overwhelmed with love. There were streaks of dry mascara running along the sides of her face. Another residue of the ferocious love making the mother and son had performed the night before. Jacinda gently placed her lips on her son's and gave him a good morning kiss. She was so in love with her boy. She got out from under his heavy leg, removed the covers and sat on the edge of the bed. Glancing at her clock, it read 9:30am. This was the latest she had slept in in a while.

She noticed a wet spot on the carpet under her, by the bedpost. It reminded her of the drool and cough she had spat out after her son had roughly deepthroated her. Her throat was still sore, just like the rest of her body. Jacinda was not used to sexual intercourse, let alone a sex session as intense as she had with her son. Her soreness also had to do with the fact that she had quite a lot of wine the night before and as an occasional drinker, she needed to make sure she stayed hydrated. Her sexcapades with her son had made her excrete a lot of bodily fluids. Tears, drool, spit, sweat and most importantly the multiple gallons of intense orgasms she had.

Jacinda got up and walked to her bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat for her early morning piss and was again reminded of the inhuman humiliation from the night before, when her son, her Master made her drink his piss out of the toilet bowl. But thinking back on it now, she had a smirk on her face. She had begun to enjoy her own degradation and felt naughty, quirky, sexy about it. That's the most important personality change within Jacinda. This once sober, upscale, pious, traditional, prude woman was now beginning to feel sexy, naughty, dirty. She was beginning to feel like a woman again. She had embraced her submissive slut and sexuality. And she only had her son, Hunter to thank for it.

After going about her morning bathroom business and washing her face, Jacinda walked over to her dressing table. She took her earrings off. Observing the reflection in the mirror. She watched herself standing naked. Her long, thick and luscious brunette hair with blonde highlights, disheveled, uneven, sticking to her face, flowing down to the middle of her back. Her face had redness on both her cheeks. Her left cheek especially had a light pink imprint of Hunter's four fingers. Her right nipple was sore, swollen and red. Her right breast looked tanner than her left. The love bite on the left side of her neck was now bluish-green with a hint of purple. The solid bite mark on her left shoulder was turning dark red, with clear imprints of Hunter's teeth. Her vagina was sore and she could clearly see redness around her pussy lips along with a few light pink scars running down from it to her inner thighs, caused by her son's nails.

She looked thoroughly used, abused, marked by her owner, her Master, her son. She smiled thinking about the act, the pain that caused every mark on her once pristine, smooth skin. But the marks were not only on her body. Her mind had submitted and committed to her role as her son's sex slave now. And she was so in love with him that she couldn't wait for his next authoritative command. She found his power, his blatant disregard for her hesitancy, extremely attractive.

Jacinda picked out a loose gray tee shirt from her closet and wore some tight black leggings. As she was getting the leggings up her thick hips, she felt her ass stinging. There was one more mark she had forgotten about. The deep bite her son had laid in on her left buttock as he was wildly biting it down the day before.

Jacinda went to the kitchen to get her morning routine started. She made two cups of coffee, for herself and her son. She thought of making breakfast since they were both tired from last night's intense, marathon fucking. Their dinner must have burned through right away. Jacinda started her preparations for pancakes. She knew Hunter loved pancakes, since he was a child.

Around half an hour later, Hunter woke up. He woke up alone in bed and couldn't find his lover, his mom around him. He had slept in late and felt refreshed, energized. But he was disappointed to not find his new sex slave in bed with him. As brutal as his way of making love was, Hunter loved soft, sensual cuddles. He got out of bed, went to his bathroom, walking naked across the hall as he could smell the fragrance of fresh pancake batter in the air. Hunter completed his morning routine of brushing his teeth and emptying his bladder. While peeing, he recalled that was the first time in over 24 hours that he had used something other than his mom to piss on. It made him smirk and wish he would have held it in a little longer so he could use her again. He put on a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else.

Hunter walked into the kitchen downstairs and could see his mom wearing a loose gray shirt. Its neckline was modest, once again ending just under Jacinda's collarbones. The sleeves were long and came up to her elbows. The length of the shirt was down to her butt and covered her protruding booty easily. He noticed Jacinda pouring some pancake batter on the griddle. There was a unique, satisfied smile on her face; something he hadn't seen on his mother in a long time. Her gorgeous, shiny, thick hair was messy but freely flowing. Apart from the smell of fresh, sweet pancakes, there was now the sound of the batter sizzling on the griddle stove top. Hunter used the opportunity to slowly tiptoe behind his mother.

He quietly stood behind her as she was making pancakes and softly placed his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind and his head resting on her right shoulder. He immediately began kissing, licking and nibbling on the exposed skin of her shoulder, neck and earlobes. This side of her shoulder was still smooth and pristine, unlike the other side where he had left his mother a temporary red tattoo of the imprints of his teeth. Jacinda immediately put her hand on his head and chuckled.

Jacinda: Good morning baby... Did you sleep well?

Hunter: Good morning mom. Yes. It was the best I've slept in forever. I think it had something to do with a hot milf sleeping with me.

Jacinda (Chuckling): hahaha oh is it now. Well, I'm glad honey. I slept so peacefully in your arms baby. It was like a dream.

Hunter: This is nothing less than a dream, mom. I have my dream girl in my arms right now.

Jacinda found it very interesting how sweet her son could be. This same boy was brutally deepthroating and slapping her face while roughly fucking her last night. The contrasting energy in his love was surprising yet so intriguing to her. She wanted both, she loved both. Hunter, meanwhile, noticed his mother's cheek showing some signs of his abuse. He got close to it and placed a kiss on her right cheeks. And brought his tongue out to lick his mom's right cheek.

Jacinda: aahh (let's out a soft sigh, still smiling)

Hunter: How does it feel mom?

Jacinda: mmhmmm....It....it stings a little.

Hunter switches sides and moves to her left to kiss her left cheek and repeats licking it.

Hunter: And this one?

Jacinda: That too honey. And all the other marks on my body.

Hunter: But do you like them?

Jacinda: I do. I can proudly wear them as my accessories. They complete me. They're a part of me. They're my gift. I earned them. Thank You, Master.

As soon as Hunter heard her say that, his morning wood was hitting its stride again and Jacinda could feel it on her leggings covered ass. She flips a pancake, as Hunter continues grinding into her ass from the back and kissing his mother's neck and tasting, nibbling on her ears.

Hunter: I love you mom. I love my sex slave.

Jacinda: I love you too Master.

Hunter was loving the fact that Jacinda was the first to call him 'Master' today. This was quite the contrast from her hesitancy the night before. She was still getting used to their new relationship. But Hunter found it rather comforting and relaxing that she had accepted him as her Master.

He suddenly smacked her right butt over the leggings. Making Jacinda jump a little. It wasn't nearly as painful as some of the slaps she endured on her face the night before. Just surprising enough for her to shudder. Hunter laid in another spank on her right ass, as he roughly grabbed her left breast with his left hand. Jacinda's boobs were still sore from the smacking, sucking, vicious nipple pinching and tugging from last night. And the reckless grab her son had on her left tit made her moan with pain.

Jacinda: Am I being punished again, Master?

Hunter: No mom. I'm just playing with my slave's body. But there is a punishment in store for you soon.

Jacinda: What's the punishment for? Have I done something to upset you? I don't think my body is ready, maybe I need some time to rest honey....

Hunter continued kneading her left breast disdainfully, as he was now licking and kissing the spot on her left shoulder where he dug his teeth into her smooth skin. Jacinda placed some cooked pancakes on a serving plate and poured another batch of batter. She was curious to hear what she did that would call for a punishment. She thought cooking her Master's favorite breakfast would earn her a reward.

Hunter: Well, I woke up alone this morning and my sexy mom wasn't around me.

Jacinda: Oh...I....I..err.. I thought I'd make my handsome son his favorite breakfast. Maybe it would earn me a reward.

Hunter: Reward huh? What kind of reward?

Jacinda: I don't know, I hadn't thought about it yet.

Hunter: Well, you should think about it. Because IF you do please me, I will reward you. But for now you have a punishment in store for today. You wanna know what for?

Jacinda: Is it because you woke up alone and I wasn't around you?

Hunter: That's not all mom. As my sex slave, you are to wake me up every morning by taking care of my morning wood.

Jacinda's eyes grew wider as she heard that. It was certainly exciting to wake her son up by treating his morning wood. But she was excited because it meant every morning, she would get to see, feel and play with her Master son's hard, erect cock. She had heard that a penis is hardest first thing in the morning. It was tempting and she bit her lower lip seductively just by the thought of getting to see her Master's erect penis.

Jacinda: I would be honored to take care of your morning wood, Master.

Hunter: By take care, I mean, I need your mouth on it every single morning. And whatever it spits out you accept it into your mouth as your reward for waking up your son happy. Just wishing me a Good Morning won't cut it anymore. You have to make my mornings good and better, is that clear?

Jacinda: Yes, Honey.

Hunter: I will also accept waking up with your lips on mine, or your nipples in my mouth. Maybe we'll modify the rules as we go. But for now, you get what I want.

Jacinda: Absolutely baby. I'd love to.

Jacinda flipped her new batch of pancakes, as she felt another stinging spank on her right butt making it jiggle. Hunter let off her body, grabbed his cup of coffee and watched as his sex slave mom prepped pancakes for him. He didn't like her gray shirt. It was covering too much. So were her leggings.

Hunter: Hey Mom. I'm going to buy you some new clothes to wear. We're going to go shopping later today.

Jacinda: Okay Honey, that's fun. I love shopping. Is there something you don't like about what I'm wearing?

Hunter: Well, you had the sexiest, cutest outfit on last night. That green camisole pj set was so hot. But this gray shirt and those leggings remind me of Jacinda from 3 days ago. You know, that Jacinda who was just my mom. And not my lover, my sex slave. As my lover and sex slave, I expect you to dress as such.

Jacinda loved hearing those words from her son. Yes, a lot had changed in the last couple of days. But every time her son referred to her as his sex slave, it would make a tingle inside her vagina. She loved being claimed, owned by her son. And he was getting better and better at keeping her love hole lubricated by natural juices all the time.

Jacinda: I'll wear whatever you want me to wear honey.

Hunter: If it were up to me, I'd love to have you naked all the time. So I can just fuck you silly any moment I see you.

They had just risen from bed and Jacinda wasn't planning on having sex this morning. However, his dirty talk was already turning her on. She loved the thought of being used and fucked anytime, anywhere by her son.

Jacinda: Well, I wouldn't be opposed to that Hunter. As long as nobody is around and I'm not working with my clients.

Hunter: Yeah, but It's also fun to undress my slave. And even more fun to rip and tear her clothes off to expose her delicious skin.

Jacinda was now getting worked up. His logic was sound and his words were turning her on more and more. She now had their breakfast ready.

Jacinda: You definitely have a point there baby. You're welcome to take my clothes off now if you don't like what I'm wearing.

Hunter was intrigued by the idea. And he loved that his mother was now offering him to undress her. He badly wanted to get her naked too. His morning wood was still hard and he could tell Jacinda was getting worked up. He could tell by her naughty smile that the 10 hours of sleep was enough to get her vaginal walls to restart their job. But Hunter was also smart enough to know, not to give that sort of power in a sexual relationship to the slave. Master decides when and how the slave should be undressed.

Hunter: I'll think about it, when the time is right.

Jacinda was slightly taken aback. She thought her invitation to undress her would be taken positively and Hunter would rip her clothes off. It cast a small shadow of doubt in her mind. And her overthinking brain went into overdrive. "Does he not want to see me naked anymore? Was it just a one night episode? Is he giving me a break? Why doesn't he want me? Am I not attractive enough for my Master? Was it my choice of clothing?"

Being her usual pessimistic self, Jacinda thought she must have lacked something that her new lover was already getting tired of her after just one day of sexual debauchery. She brought the pancakes to the dining table, with some melted butter and syrup. Hunter stayed behind briefly. As Jacinda was setting up the dishes for their breakfast, Hunter walked behind her, grabbed her by the neck facing her back and said..

Hunter: Stay still Mom. Don't move.

Jacinda placed the dishes down and stood still as commanded by her Master. Jacinda wasn't sure what he was about to do but the unknown is what excited her the most. He had managed to surprise her countless times in the last couple of days and whenever she assumed what was about to happen, he would one-up her and surprise her with a completely new direction of sexual frenzy. Jacinda heard the sounds of *zip* *zip* twice. She was still unsure what was going on. Other than Hunter's hand around her neck, their bodies were not touching.

She heard the *zzip zzip* sound again but again, nothing was touching her body. Suddenly Jacinda could feel a tug on her loose gray tee shirt around her abdomen. And now there was a cool breeze of air on her back. She looked down and saw her son's other arm coming around. But what she noticed was not just his arm. And now she knew what the sounds were coming from.

Hunter had stayed back momentarily in the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors. He held his mother by her neck and had begun cutting and snipping horizontally through her loose gray tee shirt. He started chopping it off around the middle of her back, carefully making sure he avoided cutting her hair. Then continued his cut around her side and eventually to the front of her shirt just under her boobs. He went around her body in a 360 and did a sloppy cutting job but finally managed to split her tee shirt up vertically so as the bottom half of her gray shirt was now completely cut off and fell to her ankles.

Jacinda looked down and saw that her once long, loose gray shirt was now cut from the middle and split in half. It had turned into a crop top. Her midriff was now exposed and so were her lower boobs. Her nipples still stayed covered, but barely. She could feel a cool breeze around the middle of her back. She had no reaction and continued standing still, as her son controlled her costume now..

Jacinda's black tight leggings were still on and high-waisted. She had them pulled up above her slightly thick pubic mound, covering her lower belly. The elastic strap of the leggings were just above her belly button. Hunter didn't mind the leggings as much, but he was feeling rather creative with his fashion statements that morning. And he had the best model he could ask for, his sexy, hot, gorgeous 42 year old milf of a mother.

Hunter: There you go. Now that shirt is somewhat acceptable.

Jacinda: (Giggling) I think I kinda like it.

Hunter: Mom, turn around and face me.

Jacinda did as told. Now they were facing each other and Jacinda had a wide smile on her face. She seemed to be enjoying the attention her son was paying to her appearance and her costume choices. Hunter's kick of creativity didn't end there. He kneeled down in front of his mom with the scissors in his hands. He waved the scissors in the air *snip snip*.

Now he was directly facing Jacinda's pubis. Her high waisted leggings were still covering half her abdomen.

Hunter: Spread your legs, Mom.

Jacinda did as told. She thought he was going to roughly yank her leggings off of her and get her naked. He had taken off her shorts twice last night and that's what she was expecting again. But once again, he surprised her with what he did next.

Hunter now used the fingers from his left hand to gently catch some material of her leggings from between her legs, dangerously close to her vagina. As soon as he caught the flimsy material, Jacinda shivered a little. She was now scared. She was aware that her son had shown time and time again, a scary animalistic, wild and brutal spurt of energy. With a scissor in his hands being this close to her vagina, she was genuinely scared he would hurt her. But Hunter wasn't an idiot to cause any harm to his lover, his mother. He genuinely loved her and as much as he liked inflicting pain on her body, he was aware she was enjoying it too. He had her safety in mind all the time and did not want to lose his lover. He still strangely felt this power trip when she would flinch in fear or hesitate to perform certain tasks he asked her to. The sexual sadist in him would get off with that feeling.

Hunter gently used the scissors in his right hand now, to just cut a tiny slit around his mother's vagina. The scissors were sharp and easily cut through the thin, stretched material of Jacinda's leggings around her vaginal lips. Once a small hole was created, he cut through a bit more, then threw the scissors behind him. Now, Hunter inserted his fingers from both his hands in the newly created hole and split it wide open tearing through her leggings.

Now her leggings were split wide open between her legs and had a giant hole exposing her vagina, inner thighs, her asshole and some part of her butt. Jacinda instantly felt a cool breeze on her pussy lips and breathed heavier. Hunter looked satisfied and noticed her pussy wasn't as wet as the night before. He gently rubbed his fingers around the lips of her pussy. He wet his fingers using the saliva on his tongue, and brought it back to rub his mother's vaginal lips. He then noticed the three pink scratches drawn on her inner thighs by his nails the day before. And gave them a gentle caress. This made Jacinda flinch again and breath heavier. She was getting turned on again by her son's touch.

Hunter was done destroying Jacinda's costume that morning and stood up in front of her. He looked at her exposed midriff and slight underboob. She looked hot with her new makeshift gray crop top.

Hunter: Mom, your hair is so thick and luscious and pretty. But I want it in a ponytail right now.

Jacinda did as told. She grabbed an elastic rubber that was around her wrists and began tying her hair in a bunched ponytail. As she raised her arms up high behind her head to make her hair as per Hunter's insistence, the crop top got raised from the front exposing more than half of her boobs. Hunter was now staring directly at her exposed nipples. It's literally the reason why he had her tie her hair in a ponytail. To see if raising her arms would expose her nipples to him. And he was successful. He loved getting a peak at her red, sore nipple. He still had her left nipple to play with if needed, which looked relatively undisturbed.

Hunter: Time to eat Breakfast Mom! I love pancakes. Thanks for making my favorite breakfast. You'll get your reward soon.

Jacinda smiled knowing there was a reward coming for cooking her son's favorite breakfast. They both sat down on the dining chairs to eat breakfast. Jacinda could feel the leather from the chair seat on her exposed pussy. Hunter had already begun eating. He spread butter on his pancakes, and poured some syrup. As he took his first bite, he spoke while chewing the pancake in his mouth.

Hunter: (with a mouthful) Mm..Delicious Mom. Just like you.

Jacinda smiled. She still hadn't begun eating, as she was trying to settle into her chair in her newly edited clothes.

Hunter: So... for your reward, since you didn't think of anything, I have a suggestion.

Jacinda: And what is it honey?

Hunter: It's this hard dick between my legs.

Jacinda's smile grew wider. That's exactly what she wanted. She wanted to touch and feel his dick as soon as she had felt him grind her back earlier in the kitchen.

Hunter: The problem is, I'm eating right now and then I may get busy playing video games with my friends or basketball. So, if you want your reward. Now's the time to take it.

Saying this, he scooted up, dropped his shorts to the ground as they bunched around his ankles and sat back down. Hunter had no plans with his friends yet. He just wanted to test his sex slave mother and see what she would do.

Jacinda immediately got down on her knees, got under the dining table, close to Hunter's legs and she could spot his big fat morning wood resting on his ballsack, between his thighs. She gently placed both her arms on his knees, caressing him and slowly sliding her hands to the outer side of his thighs, hips and eventually to his back, as she got her head as close as she could between his legs. Once in position, she picked up his dick with one hand and placed her horny mouth on his swollen pink cock head.

Jacinda's small little mouth was once again wrapped perfectly like a sock on her son's manhood. It was his morning wood and it was extremely hard. This dick had over 10 hours of rest and his balls had more than recovered to fuel his dick to make him hard. Hunter nonchalantly continued eating his breakfast as he felt his mother's warm mouth on his dick. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock and was enjoying the feeling of her son's dick in her mouth. She swirled her tongue all around it and especially played with the tip of his dick.

Since Hunter was uncircumcised, the extra folds of his dick were particularly of interest to Jacinda's mouth as her tongue explored the anatomy of this thick, long piston in her mouth. She would use her tongue to flick his foreskin. She was loving playing with her son's dick. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning as she tried to map out the length of his dick with her tongue. She was so horny and turned on now, that her nipples were erect again and her vagina was once again moist. Jacinda continued sucking her son's cock as he continued with his breakfast.

Occasionally, Jacinda would get his manhood out of her mouth, stare at it as her drool mixed with his precum glistened on its tip and dribbled along the length of his cock to the base. She took her tongue out and began licking from the base of his dick where it connected to his scrotum and gently slid her tongue along his dick to the tip. Once she reached the tip, she would engulf his penis with her drooling, wet mouth. Hunter loved the feeling of his mother's wet, warm mouth on his dick. He had thought about receiving a blowjob under the table as he ate. The fact that it was his own mother giving it to him was something he couldn't have imagined just 2 days ago.

As amazing as the blowjob was, Hunter tried his best not to come. Jacinda was committed to making her son feel better. She loved the feeling of his dick in her mouth and continued kissing, sucking, licking his cock. Her saliva had completely drenched Hunter's cock by now.

Once Hunter was finished with his breakfast. He brought his hand under the table and put it on his mother's head, signaling her to stop blowing him. She got the signal and pulled him out of her mouth. They couldn't make eye contact as Jacinda was under the table. Hunter grabbed a hold of her ponytail and pulled it out from under the dining table, almost dragging his mother out. He pulled her up to stand in front of him and could see her saliva drool from her mouth down her chin.

Hunter: It's time for you to eat your breakfast mom.

Jacinda was so horny and turned on now, she wanted to continue blowing her son and playing more sexual games with him. She had really enjoyed playing with her son all the time over the last day. And now that he ordered her to eat, she was slightly disappointed.

She got back on her chair and began spreading butter on her pancakes. When Jacinda reached for the bottle of syrup, Hunter pulled it out of her hand. This confused Jacinda as she was confused about what he was about to do. Hunter then opened the bottle of syrup, stood to her right and asked her to open her mouth. Jacinda did as she was told.

Hunter: Mom, you know, you're the sweetest, most amazing woman I know. You're my favorite human in the entire world. I love you dearly. You have done everything in your life perfectly. Played every role as best as you could. And even now, as your son's sex slave, you've been the best sex slave I could have asked for. I think you deserve a reward. But since you're already so sweet, I don't think you need this syrup.

Jacinda loved hearing these sweet words from her son. She loved him so dearly. She still had her mouth wide open looking up and her face tried to smile in that state. Then she saw what Hunter was up to. She watched with her mouth wide open as her son squeezed the bottle of syrup and drizzled some of it on his hard, erect cock. Jacinda had a feeling of what her son wanted and for the first time, her guess was correct.

As she had predicted, Hunter grabbed her ponytail again and directed her head with her open mouth now along his hard cock smothered with sweet, slimy, sticky, syrup. If this was her reward, then Jacinda was over the moon. She loved the feeling of her son's cock in her mouth. And now that it was covered with syrup, it tasted even better. Jacinda now had engulfed his cock and was sucking it and licking it vigorously. Once, all the syrup from his dick was on her tongue and down her throat, Hunter squeezed some more syrup on his dick for his slave mom to lick and suck it off him.

Jacinda got as much syrup in her mouth as she could. She loved sucking her son's dick but with the added texture of the slimy syrup made her mouth slide in and out even better. For the last day, she had sucked his dick three times, but was only able to take in about half of his 7" phallus. And Jacinda's perennial strive to make her son, her Master, feel better meant she was trying her best to slide his dick in her mouth as deeply as she could. The slippery slime of the syrup was acting like a lubricant as it slipped in and out of her mouth with ease.

Jacinda was voluntarily trying to go deeper and deeper on Hunter's dick. Her throat still hurt from the rough deepthroat the night before. Jacinda still tried to swallow her son's cock. She was somewhat successful and she made some progress in taking a bit more than she had before.

As his mother continued sucking his syrup covered cock, Hunter took one of the pancakes from Jacinda's plate, and took a huge bite out of it. He had a large part of the pancake in his mouth, almost about a quarter of it. He had it bunched up in his mouth and began chewing on it. He made sure not to swallow though. He chewed and chewed on the warm, delicious pancake his mother just cooked for him. Then, Hunter suddenly pulled on his mother's ponytail, yanked her bobbing head off his cock. This sudden jerk sent some sweet, sticky drool flying up in the air.

Hunter still had a hold of his mother's ponytail as she faced the ceiling. Their eyes met and she could see Hunter chewing on the pancake. Jacinda's mouth, chin and neck were covered with her own spit, saliva and syrup. Hunter then put his right thumb on her chin to open her mouth. She obliged and had her mouth wide open looking up staring at her son.

Hunter bent down, got close to his mother's mouth and began spitting the chewed pancake directly into her mouth, from his own. He unloaded all the pancake he had chewed on into her mouth. Jacinda had another unexpected depraved act performed on her. He then closed her mouth.

Hunter: Eat your breakfast mom.

Jacinda began chewing the second hand morsel of pancake in her mouth. There wasn't much to chew on and she just swallowed it down. She could feel her throat still hurt from the deepthroat she gave her son the night before, as she swallowed the pancake. Hunter loved watching her swallow the morsel as he saw her neck muscles move and the love-bite he had marked on her neck twitched. Hunter continued the process and squeezed more syrup on his dick and directed his mother's head towards his cock, using her ponytail as a pivot.

As Jacinda started sucking again, he broke another piece of her pancake and began chewing on that. Once he was satisfied, he pulled her head off his cock, made her open her mouth and emptied the contents of his mouth into hers again. Jacinda willingly accepted the morsel of chewed pancake with her son's saliva in it and gladly chewed on it a bit more before swallowing it. This continued until Jacinda had eaten three full pancakes, each one premasticated by her son with the syrup coming from his dick.

Nothing about this food-play was sexual in nature, not to Jacinda at least, other than the cocksucking. But it was definitely a new experience for her. And it was dirty, yet so satisfying eating a morsel out of her son's mouth. She had never done any of these things before and wondered where her son was getting these ideas.

Once the premastication and feeding his saliva infused pancakes to his mother was done, Hunter was still hard. Jacinda was now full. But she still couldn't get enough of her son's cock. And this time before Hunter could pull her ponytail to his dick, she voluntarily began wildly sucking his dick. She was now going up and down his length very fast and strenuously. She wanted his cock in that moment, more than anything else in the world. Her underboob was flapping around under her now new crop top. Jacinda now had both her hands working around her son's huge cock along with her mouth trying her best to get him to cum. Her ponytail now flopped around and Hunter loved the feeling of his mother vigorously going hard on his sticky, wet, sweet dick.

Finally, Hunter was getting close to finishing. He held his mother's ponytail and dragged her head holding it around his shaft. Then he placed his left hand under her chin and right hand on her head as he began skullfucking his mother ruthlessly. Jacinda had her eyes closed and wanted this. She had some pain in her neck and shoulders as she had been bobbing her head on her son's cock for a while now. She was impressed at his stamina and how long he was able to stay hard.

Hunter suddenly paused as he held his mother's head on his cock with her mouth around his cockhead. He had reached his limit and was cumming ropes and ropes of semen directly into her mouth. This was the sweetest his cum had tasted to Jacinda so far, since it was mixed with the pancake syrup. She made sure to swallow every drop without force or instructions from her master. And after he had spent every last drop of semen into his slave mom's mouth, Hunter's penis now had gone semi-hard. He was tired, yet very fresh. This was now a good morning.

Meanwhile Jacinda now, off her son's cock, stayed seated on her dining chair, licking her hands off any residual cum, syrup or her own saliva. She had thoroughly enjoyed her very unique breakfast through her son's mouth and his penis. She wasn't exhausted by any means, in fact she felt rejuvenated with a ton of energy. Despite the slight pain in her neck by bobbing her head on her son's cock. Jacinda had a very fulfilling breakfast and her craving for her Master's cock was complete. She was happy as a daisy and her face was glowing, despite the remnants of red cheeks from her slaps from last night.

Hunter: The pancakes were delicious mom. Thank You.

Jacinda: They were indeed. And the syrup was my favorite. (Jacinda said with a smirk)

Hunter: Well, since the maids are still off, I guess you have to clean up right?

Jacinda: Yes I do.

Hunter: Okay, I'm going to go take a shower. Why don't you clean up around here.

Jacinda: Yes, Master. See you soon, baby.

Hunter left the dining hall upstairs to his bathroom for a shower. His bathroom was a little smaller than Jacinda's. As Hunter got into his bathtub and turned his shower on. He was thinking about his new life with his mother. He loved her more than anything else in the world. He had found his first and only true love. The woman, who would love him back no matter what, because she was his own mother. He could do anything and she would still love him. Their love was unconditional and something that could never be taken away.

He realized he was only 18 and might be moving away for college soon. But knowing how much love he had for his mother and how much she loved him back, it scared him. It scared him to move away from her. It scared him to separate from her. He knew college was important. But he felt like he had found the one true love, most people never find. He had found his soul mate. And his soulmate was his own mother, Jacinda.

As a man, his primary attraction to a woman in the most primal sense is to fornicate and repopulate. And Hunter had a lump in his throat getting emotional with the thought of bearing kids. He didn't know if his mother could or even wanted to have any more kids. She had sacrificed her entire life for her one child, which was himself. But now, Hunter was thinking about making his woman, his own mother, the mother of his children. It was complicated. But love is complicated.

She was a great mother, and he knew for sure she would raise any other kids like she raised him. His mother was 42, is it even possible for her to have any kids at this age, he wondered. He was 18, did he want kids at his age? He didn't have the answers to his own thoughts. All he knew was that he had his one true love, his soulmate, his lover, his mother. And he wanted her to be the person he spends the rest of his life with.

Hunter's style of making love was very brutal and rough. He loved the soft cuddles and sensual love making, but because of his BDSM porn addiction and spending his formative teenage years watching dirty, rough porn from the depths of the internet, his mind had developed an affinity to hard sex.

This wasn't normal and he knew it. Most people spend their entire lives without being able to act out on a handful of their fantasies. And here he was, having just committed his love to his mother, within two days, they had already been involved in many of his weird, outlandish sexual fetishes.

The most surprising thing to him, was the fact that his otherwise traditional, pious, upscale, conservative mother had a hidden submissive side to her. And she was more than willing and able to participate in these games he played with her. He realized, despite all the brutal slapping, pissing, spanking, hair pulling, biting that he had inflicted on his mother's body, she had not once used her safe-word "Magnets". He noticed that morning that she had completely submitted to him and was loving being his sex slave.

While the water was running down on his head, Hunter had his eyes closed, lost in these thoughts. Just then he felt two slender wrists come up on both his sides from behind him and hug him. He then felt the hands glide from the side of his abdomen, upwards to his chest, finally settling around his chest as he felt soft, cushion-like-tender balloons on his back. The next sensation was a sweet, innocent kiss on his wet, right shoulder blade. He knew it was his lover, his mother. And he could feel her skin stick to his wet body, he knew she was naked.

Jacinda had walked into her son's shower to shower together with him. Hunter turned around, hugged his mom and placed his manly lips on hers as the water from the shower flowed over both their heads. It was as if they were kissing in the rain. Their tongues danced with each other, as they exchanged saliva. Jacinda's long, luscious hair was now wet as her son continued making passionate love to her. Jacinda kept kissing his mouth, his chin, his nose, his cheeks. Hunter's hands slowly slid from the top of her back down to her waist. He could feel the slight bulge of her tummy around her waist. He grabbed on to her slight love handles and pulled them up. This made her chuckle. He loved every bit of flesh and skin on his mother's body.

Jacinda wasn't fat by any means, neither was she skinny. She had an average body with slight thickness around her waist, hips and thighs due to age.

Jacinda: (giggling) Are you playing with the folds of your fat mother's tummy?

Hunter: I'm playing with the body of the hottest woman in the world. Mom, you are the most beautiful woman in the entire world. I love you.

Jacinda's smile knew no bounds as she continued making out with her son with more passion than ever. The mother and son kept kissing under the shower. Hunter's hands now reached her ass, squeezing it. Again, giving her a slight sting on her left butt that he had bit into the day before.

Hunter then took a bit of liquid soap in his hands and began rubbing it on his mother's back. He was lathering up her sexy back and as he got lower, he noticed his mom had slight hints of butt dimples above her tail bone. Jacinda got some soap in her hands too and began soaping up her son's chiseled chest. She applied more soap to his abs, his pelvis and down to his penis.

Having just recently cum loads directly into his mother's mouth, Hunter's dick was now flaccid and a bit sore. Jacinda's tender hands worked like magic as she played with his soft dick carefully. She washed around his balls and got in under his scrotum around his perineum. Hunter meanwhile continued soaping and washing down Jacinda's back. He loved the shape his mother's back made as her spine had a slight dent in it going down to her buttcrack.

Hunter's hands got more liquid soap and he turned his mother around, bent her down and began slowly lathering up her ass. The soapy, bubbly water went down the crack between her buttocks and Hunter dragged his fingers in between her buttcrack. He now had his fingers around his mother's puckered little tiny asshole. He made sure to wash it well and just kept his fingers outside of it. Her butthole looked really cute with tender lines pointing in all directions from the little hole in the center. It was pink and gradually turned reddish brown as the skin got closer to the opening.

Unbeknownst to Jacinda, when he touched her butthole with his soapy, slippery hands, her body involuntarily twitched. She had never felt this new sensation. Nobody had ever touched her like that. She was obviously an anal virgin. Hunter had plans for this cute little puckered butthole, but he was in no hurry. He turned her around to face his mother's vagina. He could still notice the scratches of pink lines drawn by his fingernails from the day before.

He noticed his mother had week-old pubes around her pussy. Hunter grabbed his own razor and began shaving her pubes off. He made sure to be careful and continued shaving around her labia, up to her pubis and between her vagina and her butthole. Jacinda looked at him with so much love as he was working away on his mother's body. She felt like the child in this relationship. Being fed, being washed, being cleaned, shaved, being told what to do. And she wasn't complaining. Her body was her lover's and now her Master. As the owner of her body, he had every right to do anything he pleased.

Once Hunter was done shaving off his mother's pubes, he stood up. They were both done showering and getting cleaned. Hunter turned the shower off. Hunter was about to grab his towel by sliding the shower curtains to the side. But Jacinda stopped him.

Jacinda now got down on her knees in the bathtub, looking up at her handsome son. He looked absolutely hot to her. With his wet hair, droplets of water on his body, still naked. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. For the first time since their new relationship began, Hunter was now confused as to what his mother was up to. 'Why did she stop me from grabbing my towel? Why did she kneel down?' he wondered. His answer came soon enough, as Jacinda looked up at her lover, her son with a sensual smirk on her face.

Jacinda: Master

Hunter: Yes mom?

Jacinda: Master....I'm.....I'm thirsty.

Hunter couldn't believe what he just heard. His mother was hinting at him to do what he had put her through the day before. Until last night, she seemed like she wasn't a fan of Hunter's obsession for water sports. She definitely didn't like him peeing on her when she laid on the living room couch. She wasn't thrilled when he made her drink his pee in her bathroom and drenched her in a pool of piss in her tub. She wasn't too happy when he made her pick up and hold her piss drenched shorts in her mouth. And not to forget the way he made her drink his urine out of the toilet bowl like a dog the night before. But now, his mother was asking him for it.

Hunter stood there, still surprised. They had just showered and cleaned each other up. If she meant what she meant, she wanted him to pee on her. And that would make her dirty again. Was this really something she wanted? Hunter was willing to find out.

He smiled and pointed his flaccid penis towards his mother. Her long, wet hair stuck to her shoulders, her back and her boobs, as she knelt in the bathtub a foot away from her imposing son's legs. Hunter held his penis in his hands and began peeing on her head. The first stream of urine directly hit the top of her head, drenching her hair, slowly flowing down her forehead, dribbling down her face. Hunter loved watching the yellow, acidic liquid flow down his sexy mother's beautiful face.

He slowly brought his stream lower to her mouth. Jacinda had her eyes closed and now opened her mouth. Hunter's stream of piss was now shooting directly in her tiny mouth as it filled up pretty quick now making splashing sounds, almost as if she was gargling it. Once her mouth was full of her son's urine, Jacinda swallowed it with a smile and opened her mouth again. Hunter meanwhile made sure to aim his stream of piss all across her shoulders, her breasts, her tummy, her legs, then brought it back up to her mouth.

Jacinda now had her tongue out as she was hastily asking for her son's piss to fill her own mouth. Once again, she swallowed the warm, pungent contents of her son's bladder. After another gulp...she moaned and exclaimed "mmmmmmmm". Hunter was pleasantly surprised at the change in his mother's attitude towards his pee fetish. But his bladder was now empty. And her mother's entire body from head to toe was now drenched in it. More importantly her stomach was filled with his piss.

Hunter now grabbed a towel and got out of his bathtub, as Jacinda stayed in there still kneeling.

Hunter: Mom, are you okay?

Jacinda: Yes baby. Better than I have ever been!!

Hunter: What made you want to ask for my pee? I thought you didn't like it

Jacinda: Well, baby I learned that my Master likes it and if I want to be with my lover, I should learn to like it. It's still not my favorite. But if it makes you happy, I'll gladly drink it honey.

Hunter: Mom, I love you. You're the greatest lover but an even better sex slave.

Jacinda smiled as wide as her tiny mouth was able to. She now wore the title of "sex slave" with pride. She got up from her kneeling position, walked out of Hunter's bathroom, while still drenched and dripping in his piss. She walked over to her bathroom, naked, still covered in her son's piss from head to toe. Jacinda's body needed to relax and recover from her countless physical excursions over the last couple of days. She turned on her bath, dropped a bath bomb, some flower petals and bath salts in her tub with hot water running and soaked in her large round jacuzzi tub. The same porcelain jacuzzi tub her son had filled with his piss and made her forcefully drink it. Today, she was a willing urinal for her son. His sex slave mother.​