Jacinda: (looking down, couldn’t see Hunter in his eyes, whispers quietly) I don’t know…
Hunter: Answer me, Mom. Why do you want to pretend to be on this high moral ground now, when you could have exerted a boundary last night? Tell me mom?
Jacinda: (Still not able to look her son in the eyes, just staring into her cup of coffee) I… I..
Hunter: Is it because you liked it? Answer me Mom…Why are you quiet?
Jacinda knew her son was speaking the truth. It was the truth. She could have stopped him. But she liked it. She enjoyed how he treated her. She enjoyed losing all her inhibitions and allowing her son to control what happens. She was thrilled by the idea of not knowing what could happen next. All her life she had carefully planned every move, every act, her life revolved around a schedule, a clock, a calendar, a to-do list, a planner. She had severe OCD. For once, it felt nice to just give up control and live organically.
Hunter: Tell me, Mom! Answer me! You liked it, didn’t you? What did you like the most? Did you like it when I touched you? Did you like when I ripped your shirt? Did you enjoy me pulling your hair? Did you like it when I kissed you? Or was it the three slaps on your boobs?
Every question her son asked had her answer hidden in it. She knew that he knew her answers. He just wanted to hear it from her. It was all rhetorical. But with each question, Hunter’s tone got louder, his pitch got higher, there was a commanding firmness in his voice that she hadn’t heard from him before. Her son was no longer the timid, introverted kid. He had suddenly evolved into a powerful enforcer. Jacinda was proud of her son. She loved him. And she broke her silence.
Jacinda: YES! YES!!!! ALL OF IT. I LOVED ALL OF IT. EVERY BIT. I LOVE YOU HUNTER! (Jacinda cried and yelled, standing up, out of her chair)
Hunter was slightly taken aback. He wasn’t expecting his mother to confess her deep inner feelings. She was never one to do so. She had always followed what was right by society, her orthodox traditions, her conservative upbringing. She was an uptight, religious, conservative woman with high value in society. People looked up to her. She was a role model for many. She was very well respected. And yet, here she is, confessing to loving her son getting aggressive with her. Hunter also got up out of his chair. Jacinda was already standing up with tears in her eyes. A relieved smirk on her lips. Her cheeks were rosy pink with blood gushing through every vein of her body.
Hunter put his right hand forward, Jacinda instinctively gave her left hand in her son’s. Hunter pulled her into his body, into a tight embrace. He was holding her by her waist, his hands behind her back, just above her hips on her lower back. The same area, where he had let out nature’s juice from his penis last night. Jacinda had her arms now tightly locked behind her son’s neck and wide shoulders. They were kissing passionately. Their lips were locked, eyes closed. Their bodies pressed against each other as if trying to be one and unite into one symbiotic synergy. As Hunter explored his mother’s warm, tiny, full lips. She reciprocated by kissing his lips with passion and love. Their lips had parted, and tongues were now entangled with each other’s. You couldn’t tell whose tongue was which, as they both explored the insides of one other’s mouths. Jacinda and Hunter, Mother and Son were now lovers.
Their kiss continued for quite a while. Hunter could taste his mother’s coffee through her tongue and saliva. He was practically sucking the saliva out of his mother’s mouth. Hunter had literally just woken up and not brushed his teeth yet. Jacinda could clearly sense the foul morning breath emanating from her son’s mouth. But she was so lost in love, passion and lust of kissing her son, that she inhaled the stench and began enjoying his morning breath. Hunter didn’t care. He wanted to show his mom how reckless he can be, as he had promised her earlier. Jacinda, just accepted her son’s breath, mouth, lips, tongue, saliva into hers as a gift.
He was practically a gift for her. A gift from her faith, her God, her values. She thought of him as a part of herself. She birthed him. They were connected upon birth. He was once inside her, a part of her. Jacinda, now had no regrets, no inhibitions, no boundaries with her son. She knew, she was his, and he was hers. They kept whispering and murmuring “I love you”s to each other at every opportunity they broke free from the lip lock to gasp and breathe in some oxygen before continuing the passionate attack on each other’s mouths. This went on for quite a while. It was almost 30 minutes, that mother and son continued deeply, sloppily, passionately french kissing each other, smooching. Lost in a fantasy world. In a world, there was no coming back from. Except for Jacinda and Hunter, this was no fantasy, it was now their reality.
Hunter finally broke. And air finally passed between their two bodies. They both felt a cool breeze, after having been in embrace and a passionate kiss for thirty minutes. Jacinda’s face was all messed up with saliva all over her nose, cheeks, jaw, chin. Hunter’s was no different. Jacinda just chuckled, like a shy newly wed bride. Hunter smirked, staring deeply into her eyes. He felt like a new man. He felt like he had won an award. A trophy. And that trophy for him was this woman. A 42 year old, hot, gorgeous woman. With the most beautiful face, a tremendous body and a heart of gold. His own mother. She was his now. And he was vocal about it.
Hunter: Hey mom, you’re mine. I love you. You understand? I love you. And you’re mine now.
Jacinda: (Smiling gleefully) Yes, baby, I’m yours. I love you, Hunter.
Hunter: No mom. I mean it. I love you. Of course, as my mother. You’ve done so much for me. And I have a lot of respect for you. I love you more than anything or anyone else in the world. But now, I also love you as a man loves a woman. And when I say, you’re mine. I want you, as mine. My woman. My girl. My mother, my woman.
Jacinda: (Teary eyed, smiling) I know what you mean honey. And I know, it feels so wrong to me. Yet so right. I thought I loved your father all those years ago, but it was all just a play. But today, I feel like I have found my love. And my love is my own son. I love you too honey. I’m yours. I’m your woman. You’re my only man. I saved myself for the first phase of my life for a man who didn’t care for me and chose alcohol and other women over me. But I’m grateful I met him. Because of him, I got you. And I’d saved myself for years since then. I devoted my life to you. When your grandfather passed, I promised him, I promised my faith, my God, I promised everyone, I promised myself – “I’ll breathe, I’ll live for my son alone” And I plan on doing just that.
Hunter smiled lovingly looking directly in her eyes.
Jacinda: I thought I would help you gain some confidence and help you learn to take control to get a girlfriend. You know, help you be assertive so you can muster the courage to ask someone out. But I don’t know how I feel about that now. Maybe, selfishly, I just want you for myself. You have shown more than enough assertiveness with me. And I somehow want to continue that. I have never been led before.
Hunter: I don’t want anybody else Mom. I just want you. All the girls at school, college are going to be typical skanks. Nobody values true love these days. They all have several options in class, on dating apps, and social media, DMs. But nobody values commitment. I see my friends date the same girls, passing around among themselves. Guys, girls both. Our values are different, mom. We appreciate love and commitment. You and I. And I commit to loving you.
Jacinda: Oh Hunter. I want that too. But I don’t know how it’ll work out. I mean, with our situation. I am your mother, after all. And everyone knows that. I don’t know how society would react to our relationship, if we end up doing anything together.
Hunter: IF? What do you mean, IF? We just kissed for such a long time. And it was the best kiss I’ve ever had.
Jacinda: Me too honey….but..
Hunter: But what Mom, we’re in love. It’s clear as day. We want each other. And we’ll be together. I don’t care what society has to say.
Jacinda: It’s not so easy honey. You have to go to university soon. We come from a big name, the Johnson family. We have and own several businesses. Thousands of lives rely on us for their paycheck. Such a taboo concept will never be accepted in society. What about the staff, what about Mr. Gomez? What about the hospitals….
Hunter: Hmm you’re right mom. But I don’t see a reason for any of them to know anything about us. Outside the house, we’re Hunter Johnson and Jacinda Johnson. Son and Mother. But intimately, we’re lovers.
Jacinda: I guess so. It’s going to be extremely difficult, baby. And besides, I hate lying to people. What if someone finds out..
Hunter: Nobody will find out anything. Unless you tell them. And as long as we dont tell anybody, no lies are spoken. Besides, I remember someone lying to me yesterday and there was something to come for said someone. (Hunter smirks and winks at his mother)
Jacinda: Oh…. We can talk about it later…
Hunter: No we won’t. We’ll talk about it now mom. It’s time for your punishment.
Jacinda was innately excited for this. But wasn’t sure of what was to come. She was madly in love with Hunter. She hadn’t had sex in forever. Her toys were helpful, but they’re nothing compared to the real thing. She knew, if she had sex with her son, there was no coming back. Besides, she’d be taking his virginity. Despite how badly she wanted to fuck him, there were still some threads holding her back.
On the other hand, Hunter was your typical hasty, horny, hormone raged teenager with blood still pumping through his balls. He wanted to fuck this sexy woman in front of him, as soon as possible. He was not only excited to lose his virginity, he was excited to please his lover. He was looking forward to making love. He wanted to make passionate, sensual, sexy love. He wanted lust taking over both their bodies. He wanted to show her that she’s his woman now. He wanted to own her. He wanted her in every way possible.
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