Incest/Taboo Innocent Mom now Son's Slave

Once a traditional, religious, classy, pious and dutiful mother next door, Jacinda had turned into her son's lover and submissive slut over the summer. Her eighteen year old son, Hunter had not only made love to her, but taken unprecedented liberties with her body taking his mother to the depths of sexual depravity. The 42 year old milf who was naturally beautiful didn't know the submissive painslut that resided deep inside her, until her taboo relationship with her son started. It was all wrong, taboo, forbidden in every way and that's what made it so much fun for the mother and son. Jacinda, having recently divorced Hunter's father, didn't have much time being single since she was already having sex with her son who had proposed to marry her on their cruise vacation.

Upon their return from the cruise and tour to Jacksonville where Hunter was going to start undergrad in the coming months, some obvious changes had transpired in the mother and son's home life. Since they were financially well set and had a machine of businesses running the empire that Hunter's grandfather and Jacinda's father-in-law had setup, the couple didn't have much to complain about on the material front. Since returning from their vacation, their trusted family confidant, attorney and business operator, Mr. Gomez was now training and teaching Hunter the fundamentals of their businesses, knowing he was the right heir to the empire. Jacinda had raised her son with these expectations and he was a good kid, coachable, quick learner, extremely smart and gentlemanly to the outside world. Anyone who met him would praise his mother for being raised so well.

Little did they know, Jacinda used to feel the guilt for the overprotective upbringing of her son, to make sure he didn't turn out like his father. A good for nothing, egotistical, narcissist who was addicted to alcohol and hookers. Thankfully, Hunter's grandfather looked after Jacinda and Hunter in his Will before he passed. Hunter was a thorough gentleman to the rest of the world, but had a lot of pent up sexual energy which he had spent watching extreme, brutal BDSM porn during his formative teenage years. Now that he had begun an illicit relationship with the only woman in his world worthy of his love, his own mother who birthed him, he acted on all his sexual desires with her. Their love was pure, deep, passionate, soft, kind, protective for each other; and their lovemaking, filthy, extreme, rough, painful, brutal.
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Since Jacinda had accepted her son as her Master and become his willing sex slave and painslut, they had performed unimaginable acts of taboo and depravity with each other. What used to be her office in their basement, was now a sex dungeon, and as her Master, the teen had used all sorts of bondage and submission equipment on his subservient mother. The 42 year old MILF was naturally gorgeous, but now sported accessories on her body in the form of sore, red stripes inflicted by the wood cane on her back. Her ass was decorated in spots of bluish purple wounds and more remnants from her brutal caning.

They had now completely adjusted to their new way of living together as an engaged couple and Master & slave, still keeping their relationship a secret. It was only a matter of time before they would move to Jacksonville, for Hunter's university. This summer had been eventful to say the least, as the mother and son's lives had completely transformed. Jacinda still took her client meetings, but had no privacy or control over her own body or the way she dressed. Hunter, her teenage son, her lover, her fiance and Master had complete ownership of his mother. She had willfully committed herself to fulfilling all his desires. Because his desires were now hers too.

After their brutal BDSM session in their newly formed sex dungeon in the basement, Hunter and Jacinda would often find themselves exploring new acts of sexual depravity with each other. Just a few months ago, Jacinda had never imagined sex outside of basic vanilla, missionary position. But now she was a fiend for pain and being a submissive for her own son. Hunter took advantage of his mother's submission and used her in ways she had never imagined. Jacinda felt that her methods of being an overprotective mom attributed to his addiction to BDSM porn in his teenage years. It was only fair she became the subject of his wildest imagination.

Hunter would now frequently and freely use his mother while they performed trivial daily tasks. Since they had let go of their maids and house-help, Jacinda would clean and cook, do laundry and be responsible for the upkeep of the house. In the house she would now only wear her silk robes or a white spaghetti top or tank top. She was banned from wearing bras obviously but panties were up to her discretion. But Jacinda now preferred to roam around the house with no underwear at all. She loved getting her handsome, teenage son's attention. She liked how he used her like a sex object, mercilessly and with complete ownership.
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Episode 1 - "I'll live and breathe for my son"

One afternoon, Jacinda was busy vacuum cleaning the living room. Hunter had just emerged out of his room and watched from atop the stairs as his mother went about her cleaning business wearing just a black tank top and a short white skirt. The vacuum cleaner was at its loudest and Hunter tiptoed, sneaking behind his mother. She couldn't hear him approach from behind her, Hunter picked up the cord attached to the vacuum cleaner going into the wall socket and suddenly looped it over his mother's head around her neck, choking her tightly with it.

The sudden jerk and surprise alarmed Jacinda momentarily, but once she realized it was her son, she felt safe again and let go of her inhibitions for him to take control. Hunter pulled on the cord around his mother's neck with force, choking her out. The force had pulled the wire out of the wall and Jacinda started gasping in pain. Hunter was aware, she had a Ra*e fantasy which she had confessed to during one of their lengthy discussions in the jacuzzi bathtub, and he was more than willing to oblige her of it. Jacinda's face went pale and was eventually turning blue as Hunter held his mother in the position with the cord around her neck acting like a noose.

His six feet tall frame was easily overpowering and he noticed his mother's hands going frail and her legs losing balance when he slowly undid the cord allowing oxygen back into her lungs. Jacinda's eyes popped open and had turned red, once she regained her senses after her unforeseen stranglehold. She instantly turned around and hugged her son, sinking her head in his strong, muscular chest, thanking him for using her.
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Episode 2 - "It's dinner time"

Another such occasion was when Jacinda was cooking supper in the kitchen. She had mashed potatoes almost ready to go and was waiting on her steak and veggies in the oven. She wore a loose beige spaghetti top and jean shorts with an apron over the ensemble. She heard Hunter return to the house after a game of basketball with his friends. He immediately went to the kitchen and kissed his mother on her lips. Then went around her nibbling on the back of her neck, tasting, biting her ears, licking her cheeks and smooching all over her exposed shoulders. Hunter undid her apron and let it fall to the floor, grabbed a knife on the counter, and used it to cut the thin string on the right side of her spaghetti top off her right shoulder.

He played with the knife in his hands and touched the cold, shiny, sharp metal ends by his mother's neck, slowly sliding it along her jaw, going down her chest, through the middle of her breasts.

Jacinda: mmmhmmmm...Honey...careful with that.

Hunter: Shhshhhhh.....quiet slave.

Jacinda knew her son was in a mood. She trusted him blindly but the thrill and risk of getting hurt by a knife was turning her on too. Hunter slowly proceeded to cut her spaghetti top in all directions, roughly turning it into just a bunch of rags. Once he was satisfied, his strong, muscular arms pulled and ripped the top off his mother's torso, leaving her standing topless in the kitchen (reminiscent of Ch.02). It was still peak summer with the gas stove and oven still cooking their supper, Jacinda's skin showed beads of sweat all over. Hunter went down to his mother's back which still had light remnants of the cane whips all over it and licked the sweat off her back, gliding his tongue from the bottom of her spine going all the way up to her neck.

This gave Jacinda the tingles and her privates started leaking under the denim shorts. Hunter was already hard. He had blood pumping through his veins as he'd just returned from a long and exhausting hot afternoon playing basketball with his friends. His hardon was evident through his shorts, which he was quick to get rid off. Jacinda felt her Master's hard penis glistening with precum on her lower back as he was now mauling her breasts from behind her. She was just a piece of meat being used and molested by her own son in the kitchen.

Jacinda's hands instinctively went behind her and placed on her son's huge, hard dick. She was giving him a handjob as he kissed and tongued his mother's neck and shoulders playing with her tits. *Smack*

Jacinda: Aahhhh...

Hunter had surprised her by an unanticipated rough smack on her tits. She felt his soft tongue leave traces of saliva all over her shoulders mixed with the glistening sweat on her smooth skin. She suddenly felt her son's canines biting down on her upper back, just under her shoulder. He was now biting down deep on his mother's flesh as Jacinda squirmed in agony feeling his sharp teeth on her pristine, tender skin.

Jacinda: Aahhhhh...Honey, I've cooked for us if you're hungry....(giggling)

Hunter: Mmmhmmmm nothing's as tasty as you Mom.

Jacinda: aaaaaahhhh

Jacinda screamed as he was now brutally biting down on her back leaving behind a red bite mark resembling a clock dial. Another mark of ownership on the milf left behind by her son to further her submission to him. Hunter continued mauling his mother's breasts and kneading them mercilessly as he bit and licked on her back and shoulders. He grabbed her sensitive nipples, pinched them, twisted them and pulled them forward, stretching her tits in a conical shape, then smacking the extended tit meat down hard sending waves of shock and pain all over Jacinda's body.

The electricity from the bursts of pain was running through Jacinda's body again while she continued jerking her son's cock. Hunter was so turned on, he was almost about to cum on his mother's lower back, reminding of the first time he took liberties with his mother in guise of giving her a massage (Ch. 02), leaving behind a pool of his cum on her lower back. But he had different intentions that day.

Hunter let go of his mother's breasts and dragged his hand along her stomach, breasts, chest landing around her neck, gently squeezing her throat.

Hunter: Keep jerking my dick mom. I like feeling your soft hands on my cock.

Jacinda: I love playing with you honey. How do you turn me on so easily...

Hunter: Mmmhmmm I like licking and tasting your skin. Your perfect, smooth, tender skin.

Jacinda: Baby you bit me so hard. That bruise is going to stay for a while.

Hunter: Good. I want my slut to wear her marks proudly.

Jacinda: Oh God, honey....aghh I can't get enough of you. Yes, please mark me baby. Mark me as yours. You own me. I'm my son's property.

Hunter: I am going to mark you Mom. But this will do for now. (As he touched the red bruise on her back left behind by his bite)

He watched the pot of mashed potatoes in front of him while still smothering his mother's shoulders and back in his saliva.

Hunter: Are the potatoes done?

Jacinda: Yes, ready to serve. Just waiting on the steak in the oven.

Hunter: Hmmm...serve me a plate.

Jacinda: Okay baby, but you'll have to let me go..I can't like this...

Hunter: I'll let you go, but you have to keep playing with my cock.

Jacinda: uhh..okay...I'll try.

Hunter finally separated himself from his mother's body while she kept rolling her fingers up and down his shaft. She used her left hand to continue jerking him and with her right hand, took a serving full of mashed potatoes on a plate.

Jacinda: Here you go honey.

Hunter took the plate of mashed potatoes in his hands, and began walking towards the living room, while Jacinda frantically walked with him trying not to let go of his cock. She thought he'd stop by the dining table to eat, but instead, Hunter sat on one of the living room couches with the plate in his hands. Jacinda knelt down on the floor beside him, jerking him. Hunter widened his hips to open up his legs giving his mother enough room to kneel in front of him on the floor to play with his dick. He was now sitting in the same spot where he first got a glimpse of his mother's heavenly vagina and spanked her ass as punishment for lying to him. (Ch. 03)

Jacinda took her son's cock in her mouth and started blowing him. Hunter was still holding the plate of mashed potatoes in his hand, as his mother continued sucking his cock trying to take it in as deep as she could. Hunter grabbed a hold of his mother's hair with one hand and shoved her head in and out over his dick vigorously, before pulling her off with a jerk. He watched as the mixture of his slimy, sticky precum and his mother's saliva flew all over leaving behind spider-web like strings from his dick to her mouth.

Hunter was ready to cum but instead of cumming down his mother's throat or face which he had been doing lately, he brought the plate of mashed potatoes down and emptied his balls in it. Jacinda watched her son confused, wiping the drool off her face as it trickled down her bare neck and chest. She saw her son curiously, grunting and clenched his butt to squeeze out every last drop of semen out of his cock lathering up the mashed potatoes. Jacinda looked at the plate of mashed potatoes when he was done and saw the delicious supper that she cooked turn into a soup of filth with a white topping, her son's semen.

Hunter had just cum on the mashed potatoes and fell back down on the couch panting heavily. Jacinda was still confused, unsure of what he intended to do after topping the potatoes with his semen.

Hunter: That's your dinner mom. Start eating it.

Jacinda understood her assignment and had a naughty smirk on her face. She realized the potatoes weren't for him, but he wanted a special topping on it for her. Just as Jacinda was about to grab the plate, Hunter stopped her.

Hunter: Nah nah nah...wait.

He snatched the plate from the coffee table and walked towards the front, main door, entrance of the house, placing it next to the two bowls full of water left out for their pet dogs.

Hunter: Crawl on your knees and get your dinner. Make sure to slurp it up well. It took me a lot of effort to make these mashed potatoes taste good for you.

Jacinda: Yes, Master.

She nodded and smiled, got on all fours and began walking towards her son's imposing figure by the door, swaying her hips in the process. She made sure to crawl slowly and danced her hips in a sexy manner to try and seduce her son more, staring in his eyes with a naughty smile. Hunter had just ejaculated a lot of cream from his dick and was in a post-nut daze. Watching his mother crawl towards him on all fours like a bitch, topless with her breasts hanging down, her hair in a disheveled mess and his precum mixed with her drool along her chin was enough to get the blood pumping through his dick again.

Jacinda reached the plate of mashed potatoes topped with her son's semen, gently brought her hair behind her ears and neck to get them off from sticking to her face. She bent down and leaned forward, took her tongue out and licked her son's baby batter off the mashed potatoes. After a few gentle licks with her tongue, she opened her mouth further and dug in deep to try and eat the potatoes without using her hands. She had become the perfect submissive, humiliated bitch to her son. He was treating her more than just a sex slave. Hunter watched satisfied, yet horny as his mother slurped up and ate his cum covered mashed potatoes from the plate next to the two dog bowls.

Right as Jacinda was done eating the soft mashed potatoes and cum, she thought her degradation was over. But Hunter had other plans, he took one of the dog bowls filled with water and emptied it on his mother's head. It was disgusting because their dogs had already lapped up from that water quite a bit throughout the day. Jacinda was further humiliated, as she knelt on the floor in front of her son, now wet with the dirty water from the dog bowl. Hunter watched his mother's beautiful, topless body still wearing the denim shorts as he began peeing into the now empty dog bowl, next to her freshly eaten dinner plate.

Jacinda understood what he was trying to do by now, and watched her son's gorgeous penis as it was emptying the contents of his bladder directly into the dog bowl. Hunter hadn't peed all day since that morning and the urine that filled the dog bowl had a familiar pungent stench to it. Once he was done pissing into the bowl, he signaled his mother, pointing to the bowl. He watched with a smile as his mother bent down again leaning towards the piss filled dog bowl and began lapping up and sipping her son's piss from it like a good bitch. Watching his own mother and sex slave drink his piss from the dog bowl satisfied the dominant, perverted teenager.

Jacinda was still not a fan of drinking piss, but was willing to do it for her son's satisfaction. She tried her best to slurp and lap up as much of his piss from the dog bowl as she could, and raised back up to catch a breath still kneeling in front of him. Hunter was more than satisfied with his mother's degradation and took the piss filled dog bowl in his hand and emptied it on her head, completely drenching his mother in his dirty urine again. She was now drenched in sweat, dirty water from the dog bowl and her own son's piss. Jacinda now oozed a pungent stench and smelled like a public urinal. Her son had decided her suffering was enough and grabbed her piss drenched hair to raise her up from her kneeling position to kiss her beautiful, tiny lips, tasting his own piss from her tongue.
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Episode 3 - Permanent Markers

Since getting rid of the services of their maids, Hunter and Jacinda would take turns to purchase groceries. Once such Sunday afternoon, Hunter accompanied his mother to the grocery store which was a 20 minute drive away into town. As they were driving by, Hunter observed the various shops in the familiar little town and noticed one grungy shop with colorful graffiti decor. This was fuel enough for his filthy mind's gears rolling and instead of stopping at the grocery store he drove past it.

Jacinda: Honey...we were supposed to turn right there. We passed Costco already.

Hunter: We're not going to Costco anymore.

Jacinda: We need groceries honey...

Hunter: We'll get them on the way back. I have special plans for my fiance.

Jacinda coyed in excitement realizing she was in for another dirty escapade with her son as he took control of her destiny one more time. Hunter drove another on the highway for 35 minutes skipping a few towns along the way and pulled into a small exit. This was a small town that they had never been to but had passed by a few times. Jacinda wondered why he had pulled into this little town. Many questions raced through her mind as she watched Hunter pull up near a shop that had black bricks in the front with a small green door for an entrance. This shop also had a lot of punk styled graffiti designs all over the entrance. There was no sign, which further led to the 42 year old mother's curiosity.

Hunter parked in front of the shop and got out of the car. Naturally, his fiance, his mother followed him.

Jacinda: Hunter, what is this place? Where are we going?

Hunter didn't respond and held his mother's hand firmly leading her towards the green door. Once they entered the shop, Jacinda looked around and realized it was a tattoo and piercing parlor. She was awestruck looking around. In her 42 years of existence on the earth she had never been inside a tattoo parlor. With her conservative and orthodox upbringing, she had always attributed getting a tattoo as something wild and raunchy, almost sinful. It was beyond her scope of imagination to ever get her natural God-given skin ruined by permanent ink.

She was now nervous and sweating profusely in her short white tank top and blue ripped jeans. She looked around anxiously as her son was now talking to a goth looking girl with short pink hair and lots of tattoos and piercings. Hunter wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to the girl, who then approached Jacinda to introduce herself.

Carmen: Hi Jacinda, your fiance said you wanted to get a tattoo done?

Jacinda: I....uh..I do?

There was uncertainty in her tone as she looked up to her son with a quizzed face. She then realized Hunter had brought her there not to get a tattoo for himself but to get her one. The sudden realization hadn't sunk in yet as she looked around anxiously.

Carmen: Come on in, follow me.

Jacinda: uhhmm...uh okay!

Carmen was the owner of that tattoo and piercing shop and led Jacinda to a bed, which looked very similar to a dentist's chair to Jacinda, but flatter. Jacinda was still coming to terms with the fact that her son had brought her to a tattoo parlor to get her inked. She had no idea what kind or size of tattoo he had planned for her, but she just followed along like the perfect subservient sex slave mother she was. When she was asked to sit on the desk, Carmen handed her a sheet of paper to read and sign. It was a waiver. As she was reading the terms of the waiver, she realized what she was getting into. The anticipation of the unknown and thrill of doing something she had never thought of was exciting her and she was sweating profusely out of nervousness.

Hunter was having small talk with Carmen as Jacinda signed off the waiver and handed it back. She had many questions run through her mind but was afraid if she spoke up, she may be in for an intense, brutal punishment from her Master. Her eyes darted back and forth from Hunter's face and the tattoo pen machine with fear. Hunter smiled back, assuring her it'll be okay.

Carmen: Well, then. Let's get started Jacinda. You must really love your fiance to get his signature tattooed on your body. Where do we want it?

This was news to Jacinda, but at least it answered her question of what was going to be on her body. She felt somewhat comfortable knowing it wasn't going to be something obscene but just a signature of her son, her now fiance. She showed some courage and tried to smile..

Jacinda: Yes....I do love him, dearly.

Carmen: Okay...well...where do you want the tattoo?

Jacinda wasn't sure and looked back up at Hunter with curiosity, and he intervened.

Hunter: I think she wants me to pick the spot for her.

Carmen: Ooooooh that's exciting, and naughty. You guys are so cute. Well, where do you want your signature to go on your lover's body, Hunter?

Hunter: Hmm...Let's see, honey...do you mind taking your top off?

Jacinda: Here? But...

Carmen: Ahh don't mind me. I've seen more tits than most guys have seen on porn. Go for it, we're pretty chill here.

With some encouragement from Carmen, Jacinda apprehensively removed her white tank top off over her head. She handed the tank top, rolled up in a bunch to Hunter as she sat topless on the tattoo seat. Her face was red with embarrassment. She had never been topless or naked in front of a stranger before. Even though it was a woman, Jacinda's shy and timid nature meant this was a very foreign experience for her. Her son being around was of some solace, as she felt protected when he was there and in control of her and her surroundings.

Carmen meanwhile noticed the bruises and stripes from her brutal caning and especially the deep, red, sore bite mark on Jacinda's upper back.

Carmen: Oooooh Kinky! Hah. You're into the lifestyle huh?

Jacinda: What?

Carmen: Don't worry, no judgments here. Whatever makes you have fun, amirite?

Carmen looked back at Hunter with a smirk. Jacinda was beyond embarrassed to realize a stranger was now aware of her being a submissive painslut to her son. Except, she didn't know that secret yet. The most taboo of them all, the fact that her fiance, her lover, the one inflicted these marks of passion on her body was her own son.

Hunter: Take off the jeans too Mo...I mean...uh..Jacinda.

Jacinda once again, looked at Hunter with her eyebrows raised as she slowly got off the bed and unbuckled the button of her jeans. She wiggled her butt and rolled the jeans off her ankles, eventually standing in nothing but her beige lace panties.

Carmen: Woman of taste! Or I guess, man of taste, I must say haha. Gorgeous panties Jacinda. I need to get some like these.

Jacinda: uhh...yeah..Thank You.

Carmen: Chill, Jacinda, be comfortable. I see it's your first time getting a tattoo?

Jacinda: Yes. It is.

Carmen: Well relax. It's not as painful as you think. And this stencil is quite small, its barely 6 inches.

Jacinda looked at the paper stencil that Carmen had made with Hunter's signature. She was nervous to get that big a drawing tattooed on her body. It was still a mystery where she was going to get the tattoo, as Hunter hadn't decided that yet. He walked over to his mother's beautiful naked body, clad only in her lace panties and turned her around in a circle before making up his mind.

Hunter: Okay, get on the bed, face down.

Jacinda followed his instructions and laid flat, prone on the tattoo bed. Carmen gave her a pillow to rest her head. Hunter got to the bottom of the bed and spread his mother's legs wide, then pointed at a spot to show Carmen where he wanted the tattoo of his signature to go.

Hunter: Here. This is perfect. Right here. Let's get started.

Carmen: Alright. I'll get to it then. Jacinda, just relax and close your eyes. If you need water or anything just let me know okay?

Hunter walked over up to his mother's face and bent down to whisper in her face.

Hunter: Don't worry. I'll be right here throughout. Remember when I said, I wanted to mark you as mine, forever? This is it. I own you.

Jacinda smiled hearing this from her son. She wanted a stamp of ownership on her. The whips, spanks, flogs, canes, bites all left brutal red marks on her body. But eventually faded away. She loved feeling the hurt and pain all over her body when her son used and abused her for his pleasure. But now, when he wanted to permanently mark her as his property with a tattoo of his signature, she was onboard and followed along with his wish. She wanted this more than him. She wanted to be owned and have her son's mark of ownership on her perfect, smooth skin. Jacinda closed her eyes and breathed in deep.

Jacinda: I'm ready.

She felt Carmen's hands rub some kind of lotion along the inside of her left thigh, very close to her vaginal mound. Carmen began working on the tattoo first drawing a temporary design of Hunter's signature on her inner thigh. And eventually starting the tattoo pen.

Once Carmen began tattooing Jacinda, she felt the itch and sting of the sharp tattoo pen permanently engorging the sexy Milf's pristine skin. Layers of her skin were being permanently modified to reflect her submission to her lover, her son. Jacinda's beautiful white, soft skin around her inner thighs was one of her erogenous zones, and that's exactly where her son's signature was going to be tattooed. His signature was a sign of his ownership. A permanent marker and it deservedly had to be close to his birthplace, Jacinda's vagina.

When Hunter first emerged out of his mother, that was the spot, her inner thighs that he had touched. And today, that was the spot for his name to be engraved forever on her body. Hunter watched as his mother squirmed and squealed in pain with the sharp end of the tattoo pen invading the sensitive pores of her skin leaving behind black ink to permanently alter the look & condition of her body.

After about 45 minutes, Carmen was done inking Jacinda. Jacinda looked in the mirror and her inner thigh had forever changed to show her son's name in his own writing. She was beyond emotional and overjoyed crying tears of pain and joy. Hunter had permanently marked his mother as his property. She was his slut, his sex slave, his lover, his fiance and his mother.

The mother and son left the tattoo parlor smiling, hand in hand. Jacinda had some trouble walking and her right thigh was wrapped in temporary bandages to prevent infections and make sure the ink safely absorbed in her skin. A few days later, the tattoo looked perfect and beautiful. Hunter would frequently tickle and run his fingers along his mother's inner thighs, around his name while making love to her, or eating out her pussy. Jacinda proudly wore her son's name on her body.
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It was now Tuesday, the first week of August. Hunter and Jacinda were to move to Jacksonville in a week's time. Hunter's freshman year at college was going to start in 3 weeks. They had decided to drive to Florida from their small town in Texas along with the dogs. It would be a 3 day long road trip. And they were to set off on the road trip the upcoming Monday.

It was early morning, Jacinda had her mouth around her son's massive morning wood as usual. This was her morning ritual for the last few months, since she had become her son's sex slave and lover. Hunter was awake with his hand on his mother's head, grabbing her hair in a bunch pushing her head up and down his long shaft. Jacinda's saliva mixed with Hunter's precum was dribbling down the length of his penis collecting around the base of his cock, drenching his ballsack.

Jacinda dutifully sucked her Master's dick with passion and dedication, until he finally erupted in her mouth. Jacinda, like a good submissive slut, made sure to collect all the semen shooting out of her son's dickhead in her mouth and swallowed it hastily. She loved the taste of her son's cum and made sure to suck every last drop out of his penis. Once she was done, she laid back down next to her son, naked.

Hunter: You really like to taste my cum, huh?

Jacinda: I do baby. I love my morning ritual. It gives me something to look forward to every morning.

Hunter: You know, nothing changes when we move to our new home next week, right?

Jacinda: Of course honey, I wouldn't want it any other way. But I had a question...

Hunter: What is it?

Jacinda: When we move there...you're going to make new friends, I might make new friends, your social life will be much more fun. How are you going to introduce your old mom to your friends?

Hunter: As my fiance, my lover. Soon enough, my wife..

Jacinda: What if they ask...

Hunter: They won't ask anything as long as we don't tell them.

Jacinda: But baby I'm older...they can tell..

Hunter: Doesn't matter. And you don't look old. Older than me, sure. But you don't look 42, mom.

Jacinda: Oh thanks honey...You just have your love goggles on haha

Jacinda and Hunter giggled and chatted away merrily cuddling and snuggling in bed, when suddenly Jacinda felt very uneasy, nauseous...and abruptly jumped up out of bed and ran towards her bathroom. Hunter was confused and he wondered what happened to her. He pulled the covers and followed his mother to the bathroom. He saw her kneeling down by the toilet seat with her head in the toilet bowl making all sorts of grunting sounds.

Hunter: Mom....are you okay? What happened? That was....very abrupt.

Jacinda: Arhghh..

Jacinda couldn't respond and kept throwing up into the toilet bowl. After belching and puking a few more times, she wiped her mouth with toilet paper and flushed the toilet.

Jacinda: I don't know what happened honey, I just .... Suddenly felt this sick feeling in my stomach and just had to puke. I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you.

Hunter: You didn't scare me Mom. I just want to make sure you're not sick. We have a road trip to go on and I hope you don't get road sickness, or you'll be puking throughout the journey haha.

Jacinda: I hope not. I'll take some meds. Maybe it's just an upset stomach or a bug. Hopefully no big deal.

Later that evening, just before dinner, Jacinda threw up again feeling a similar ache in her tummy and this uneasy feeling taking over her. She felt nauseous, but momentarily and was fine again soon. It was very confusing. Hunter decided to give his mother some much needed rest that evening and only kissed and made out with her.

The next day, Wednesday, Jacinda got a doctor's appointment and got one for noon that day. She went to get checked up to make sure it wasn't a flu or bug, leaving their move and road trip plans in jeopardy. Hunter had some work online to prep for his upcoming classes and register for university orientation, so he stayed home. But his heart and mind were with Jacinda hoping she'd be okay and recovered soon.

Jacinda returned around 2:30pm. Hunter heard his mother's car pull up and went downstairs to their living room, waiting for her to enter. Jacinda, slowly walked in through the front door. She wasn't her usual cheerful self that she had been lately since she started fucking her son. That day, her face was flushed pale. She looked scared, nervous, anxious and confused. She slowly walked towards Hunter and buried her head in his chest, hugging him tight with tears in her eyes.

Hunter: What happened mom? That took too long. Is everything okay? What did the doctor say?

Jacinda remained speechless, trying to say something but couldn't utter a word. The river of tears wouldn't stop running down her beautiful face. Hunter held his mother's chin and looked deep in her eyes, kissing her forehead, caressing her head, comforting her. After a few moments of comforting embrace. Jacinda finally pulled away and spoke.

Jacinda: I was at the Doctors and ...and..

Hunter: Yes I know. Are you okay? What did they say?

Jacinda: I told them about me throwing up yesterday and feeling nauseous and sick and my stomach hurting and...and...

Hunter: And what mom?

Jacinda: They...asked to do some tests.

Hunter: okay...What was the result? You're scaring me....

Jacinda: Hunter....I'm pregnant.​