Upon Hunter’s insistence, Jacinda once again shut down and didn’t know what to do. She has these moments when Hunter takes charge, she freezes and allows him to take over her life. It was somehow exciting for her. She enjoyed letting go. And letting him have his way. It was an unspoken word of consent. Hunter knew that. He was aware, she was not reluctant, just confused. And he was willing to take full advantage of her innocence. He didn’t need consent with his lover, now mother. She was his to do as he pleased. Jacinda just stared blank at Hunter.
Hunter walked up close to his mother. Held her hand, led her into the middle of the living room. Their living room was a giant open hall facing the stairs leading up to their bedrooms. There were three large sofa-sets on three sides, and the open side faced the dining area. An expensive persian rug decorated the floor in the center with a vintage, mahogany glass top coffee table in the center. Hunter sat on the middle couch, facing the dining area. Jacinda stood in front of him, between the couch and the coffee table, facing him. Her back towards the dining area.
Hunter looked at his mother from top to bottom. Her hair, perfectly bound in a ponytail. Her eyes, heavy, teary and full of love. Her loose shirt still reeling off on one side exposing her right shoulder down to her forearms. Her right boob barely covered by the helm of the neckline of this shirt. Hunter’s eyes went down slowly towards Jacinda’s thighs. They were full and her inner thighs stuck together, leaving no space between her legs. Her long, toned, sexy legs down to her house slippers.
He put his hands between her legs by the thighs, and parted her legs. Jacinda now stood with her legs slightly wide forming an ‘A’. Hunter slowly glided his palm across her left knee, slowly running it upwards and before he could touch the fabric of her shorts. He felt the sticky moist glistening liquid on his fingers. He just chuckled and looked up at her. Jacinda had her eyes closed, and head raised up to the heavens. Hunter figured his mother must have been turned on to leak these juices all the way down her thighs through those shorts.
In a surprising and yet authoritative move, he roughly yanked Jacinda’s shorts down her waist. They easily came off and were already laying by her ankles. Jacinda’s body shuddered and froze, as she was now standing almost naked in front of another man for the first in almost two decades. Her vagina could feel the cool atmosphere, now that her labia was out exposed in the open, however, still shielded from Hunter’s eyes, as the long, loose shirt still covered her miniscule modesty that was left. Jacinda was reminded at that moment of how long it took her to pull these shorts up last night. They weren’t the most comfortable as they were older and she had put on some cellulite around the hips since she had purchased them. But in contrast to the difficulty she had in putting them on, her son was able to yank them off her legs in a jiffy.
Hunter was now running both his palms along his mother’s naked thighs and knees. His direction was gently going north. He realized the things he was doing to his mother were having an effect on her. She was enjoying his sexually charged activities with her. Using her as a mannequin and exploring her body. Maybe it wasn’t much of a punishment for her. Hunter gently brought his hands up towards his mother’s hips. His hands now winged on the front of his mother’s crotch. His fingers firmly held her hip bone as he turned his thumb in circular motion, getting close to his mother’s vagina.
Jacinda was so turned on, she could cum any moment. She was enjoying this foreplay that her son was performing. He didn’t even know what he was doing was called foreplay. She didn’t know where he learned this from, as he was a virgin. Hunter’s thumbs gradually got closer to his mother’s vagina. The same vagina that birthed him 18 years and some months ago. The same hole he emerged out of. This hole was sacred. This is where he entered the world. Hunter’s cock was bursting out of his shorts and there was a wet stain of precum on his shorts. He gradually reached his thumbs to Jacinda’s labia. Continuing the circular motion, he rubbed her pussy lips, parting them slightly, over and over again. Jacinda let out a scintillating hiss “ssssssss” as her son molested her body calmly and unperturbed. Hunter now stopped massaging and rubbing her pussy lips. His fingers were already wet with the juices secreted by his mother’s pussy.
In another unexpected and sudden act of brazen roughness, Hunter suddenly grabbed his bottomless mother by the front helm of the neckline of her shirt and pulled her forward towards him. Lost in her ecstasy, Jacinda did not expect this sudden change in gravity and she fell over on him. Hunter pulled her shirt in towards him so roughly, that the neckline now stretched and got wider. It had given way to his strength and exposed his mother’s barely covered breast on the one side, which now laid on his left shoulder, and his mother’s head next to his.
Hunter caught a hold of Jacinda, so she didn’t fall completely and laid her face down next to him, across his lap. Now he was still seated, her head to his left, facing down on the couch and her lower back, and butt were on his lap, legs to his right side. Hunter raised her shirt to expose his mom’s naked backside. He remembered the visual from last night when he came on that same spot that was now inches away from his face. Jacinda could feel her son’s hard cock poking her just under her belly button. She was extremely turned on.
The unexpected acts of rough handling continued when Hunter’s animalistic stupor took over his wild sexuality and he bent his head forward, opened his mouth and grabbed a mouthful of his mother’s protruding buttocks between his teeth. The ass meat in front of him looked deliciously tasty. Hunter was grateful for his mother’s exercise regime, with years of stairmaster and squats that meant her full butt was perfectly firm and jiggly at the same time. It was pasty white, since it didn’t get much sun, but perfectly round and toned with a bit of flab covering it.
Hunter, like a wild animal, devoured her left buttcheek by grinding his teeth on his mother’s booty flesh and didn’t let go. He was like an animal possessed, hunting its prey. The prey happened to be his mother, his lover, the woman who birthed him. As soon as Jacinda sensed the skin of her ass being violated by her son’s teeth, she let out the same familiar scream. She was in agony. It hurt like hell. Hunter kept his bite on her butt and didn’t let go for a few seconds. For those few seconds, his teeth ground deep into his mom’s ass. He was trying to get as much flesh into his mouth as possible and hold it a while longer. Jacinda continued screaming and wailing in pain. She was also enjoying the pain. Her tears had dried up. Her face had a smile on it, despite the screams. After about 40 seconds of agony, Hunter let go of her butt from his mouth and smiled as he saw a string of his sticky drool from his lips down to his mother’s ass. And on her ass was now a beautiful dark red tattoo that mimicked the formation of his teeth.
Jacinda let out a relieved gasp of air as she felt her butt get free from the vicious attack her wild son had inflicted on her ass. As she felt the gush of blood in her body rush to that spot on her butt, she was smiling again. She loved this sensation. The pain and the pleasure immediately following it. She felt like she had earned it. Not deserved it. Every pleasure was earned after a period of intense pain. That was the reality of life.
Hunter meanwhile noticed a cold wet spot on his right thigh. And realized, it was the juices from his mother’s pussy leaking onto his lap. This excited him ever more and once his animalistic instinct was satisfied, he went back to his lust and drove two fingers of his right hand in a sudden jerk, straight and deep into his mother’s vagina.
This act was so rough and unthoughtful that Hunter’s nails caused a very visible red scratch on his mother’s inner thigh. He was now, disdainfully fingering his prone mother’s pussy. Jacinda had just barely escaped one assault on her body and without getting a chance to recover from it, felt another violation of her private parts at the hands of her own son. Hunter’s fingers were now working like an unstoppable piston, roughly going in and out of his mother’s pussy. Every unplanned insert of his finger would scratch the same spot on her inner thigh once again and the juices flowing out of her vagina would cause that scratch to burn even more. Hunter enjoyed roughly attacking his mother’s pussy with his two fingers.
He had never experienced a vagina before. So he wanted to make sure the one he has now claimed as his, was his to do as he pleased. Every in and out movement Hunter’s fingers made, caused his mother to screech out a loud moan. It was as if she was being fucked by a raging bull, but it was just her son’s two fingers. Jacinda’s surprises weren’t over yet, as Hunter now with great force buried his fingers in one strong motion deep inside his mother’s cunt. She could feel the tip of his finger brush against the entrance of her cervix deep inside her vagina.
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