Jacinda: Hunter…. Wait..
Hunter: I said, open your mouth…. Slave!
As soon as that word fell upon her ears, it was like a switch turned on inside of her. Jacinda, naturally, voluntarily opened her mouth wide. She had a small, cute mouth with pretty lips surrounding them. Hunter tried to shove his dirty soiled underwear in his mother’s mouth. Due to the size of her small mouth it wasn’t fully going in.
Hunter grabbed her head from the back with his left hand, and began forcing the underwear down her throat, into her mouth from the front. Jacinda was stunned but knew he was going to have his way no matter what. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t use her safe word “Magnets” at that moment, since her mouth was overstuffed with her son’s dirty, sweaty, semen and pee-laden underwear. Once Hunter managed to get the majority of these bundled up dirty briefs in her mouth, there was still some part of the underwear’s elastic waist strap falling out of her mouth.
Hunter looked at his mom top to bottom. He noticed she was wearing that black, shiny lingerie robe. He was happy to see her fulfill his wish. Her hair was wavy and left open. It was long, and reached the middle of her back. She had gorgeous hair. He looked down and noticed the belt tied to her side. That’s the belt that piqued his curiosity and started all of this. He was grateful for that loose, shiny, black belt. His eyes gazed further down to his mom’s glistening, sexy, legs. She had just applied lotion on them, so they looked extra smooth and soft. Hunter looked back up at her. His mother, his slave, Jacinda had no makeup on. Yet, she looked so pure, so innocent, so pristine. She was naturally beautiful. Her cheeks were protruding to the side, as he had stuffed her mouth with his underwear. Her tiny mouth still stretched wide with part of his briefs falling out.
Hunter went closer to her, grabbed an end of the black shiny belt tied to her left and pulled it towards him in one swift motion. The force of him pulling the belt meant it came undone and firmly in his hands. This made Jacinda turn around and do a 360 spin on the spot, and when she stopped to face Hunter back in position, her sexy, shiny, black robe was now undone. And she stood almost naked again, in front of her own son. Her master. She instinctively closed the ends of her robe and covered up her body. Hunter didn’t care. As much as he wanted to see his sexy mother naked. He had another idea.
Hunter hoisted the black silky belt in his hands up towards his mother’s face, while she was holding her robe together to hide her nudity. He placed the black shiny belt over her tiny mouth full of his dirty soiled underwear and tied a knot at the back of her head, under her hair. He tied the knot as tight as he could, forcing more pressure on the briefs in Jacinda’s mouth. The black silky belt was now firmly in place. It may not be in the spot it was designed for, but it was where Hunter desired it to be.
Hunter: What are you looking at? Finish up loading the washer.
Hunter turned around and walked across towards the kitchen, leaving Jacinda in that state in the laundry room.
Jacinda felt humiliated once again. Her lust had taken over her day. In a matter of hours, she had become a sex slave to her son. She was now doing a trivial chore like laundry, almost naked, with the front of her body exposed, a dirty soiled teenage brief in her mouth, fastened by a black silk belt around her head. She felt like a caricature. A walking piece of meat to be used and abused by her son, as he pleased. If there was any momentary chance of her having forgotten what she was, there was a sudden reminder of her existence – a slave. A sex slave to her teenage son. There wasn’t much sex or any actual sexual intercourse yet. But the way Hunter was treating his mother was beyond her wildest imaginations. She knew he would take her. She presumed he would lose his virginity to her. She just didn’t know when and how. The suspense, the wait, the anxiousness is what excited her. And again, she began feeling that tingle in her groin.
Apart from the tingling sensation, she also felt some emptiness in her stomach. She realized she hadn’t eaten anything all day. She was hungry. It was half past noon, both her and Hunter hadn’t eaten anything since dinner the night prior. A lot had happened since dinner the night before. She felt like a bad mother, and didn’t want her son to starve. Jacinda, after loading up the dishwasher went into the kitchen to fix up some sandwiches for lunch. That’s when she heard the front door bell ring. Jacinda panicked and stood still. She wasn’t expecting anybody. Jacinda was barely clothed and was hoping whoever it was, Hunter would open the door and take care of it. She would call out for him, but her mouth was trapped and stuffed. She tried to call out for him, muffled. But obviously that wasn’t going to be effective.
Hunter walked in the kitchen.
Hunter: Hey mom, someone’s at the door. You should go get that. I got some work in my bedroom, I’ll be right back.
Jacinda was now extremely confused. She didn’t expect that from her son. How was she supposed to open the door, she couldn’t even talk or ask who it was. She knew better than to undo the black silk strap and remove the briefs from her mouth. She knew there would be a punishment for such disobedience. That’s when she realized, her master, her son, had just ordered her to go get the door.
Jacinda had no choice. She tried to cover up the front of her tiny, sexy, black, shiny robe as much as she could with her hands. Her mouth was still paralyzed by the underwear and black strap. She slowly walks to the door, looks at the door camera and it was a young-ish Pizza delivery boy. He looked rather young. Jacinda in all her modesty was not going to accidentally or purposely flash this young boy. But then she thought, “Who ordered the pizza? Maybe it was Hunter. Did he want me to flash this stranger?”
Jacinda was confused and she had to make a decision. She couldn’t speak over the video-con bell camera to advise the young fellow to leave the pizza by the door, as her mouth was unusable. The delivery guy rang the doorbell again. The tension was rising and Jacinda made a flash decision. She slowly opened the door slightly, poked her head out just so her eyes were visible. The delivery guy was confused but offered her the Pizza. Now to accept the two boxes of pizza, she would have to free her hands off her robe that’s keeping her modesty together, hiding her frontal nudity. Jacinda had no choice, and she did it. She hurriedly opened her arms out wide, took the pizza boxes from the delivery guy, who clearly saw Jacinda’s gorgeous body completely naked in the front under the robe. His jaw dropped, and was pleasantly stunned. He had heard of Pizza dares, but always thought those were staged. Now he was a part of one. Jacinda quickly took the boxes in and closed the door behind her. The delivery boy went back on his merry way. But what he saw that day was something he’d never forget. He was definitely going to tell all his friends.
Jacinda felt an overwhelming sense of shame and embarrassment. Being exposed and naked in front of her new lover, Hunter was one thing, but she would never expose herself or flash a stranger. She felt so wrong and conflicted. She kept the Pizza boxes on the coffee table in the living room. Hunter came walking down the stairs with his phone in his hand. He had shot a video of Jacinda opening the door and flashing the Pizza guy. He showed it to Jacinda who was already quite annoyed and humiliated at this point and the fact that her son, her lover shot this video, made her question his motives. Her mouth was still covered and she couldn’t speak. But she was gesturing something to Hunter with her hands pointing at him and the door.
Hunter: Calm down, Mom. You have just made the mistake of exposing yourself to a stranger. Someone other than your lover, your master. And as such punishment shall ensue.
Jacinda came back to her senses, calmed down and accepted her fate. This was a plan so Hunter could punish her. He forced her to make a mistake. He was playing a game with her. And Jacinda now felt at ease, knowing that her son, Hunter, her Master, was in complete control of not only her, but the situations around her. He was now influencing her decisions. She relaxed a bit while standing by the coffee table in the middle of the living room sofa sets. Hunter now sat back on one of the sofa sets on the side, since the one in the center was soiled with his piss and his mother’s squirt in the morning.
Hunter: Jacinda, my Slave. Are you ready for your punishment?
Jacinda nodded her head in affirmation.
This was the first time Hunter had called her by her name. He was her Master. He could call her anything he liked, she thought.
Hunter ordered Jacinda to lay down face up on the large coffee table in the middle of the living room. Jacinda, hesitant at first, didn’t know if that was such a good idea. Or if the glass coffee table would hold. Her mouth was still bound shut. Her body half exposed, Jacinda did as she was told. Laying down face up in the middle of the giant glass table. With her black silk robe already undone, she was laying down practically naked. Hunter loved this view.
He picked up the pizza boxes and placed them on the couch to his side. He loved humiliating his slave mother. He watched her beautiful, curvy body. This was the first time he was able to have a good look at her nudity. He got up and observed his mother’s luscious hair. Her pretty face, slender, yet stuffy neck, her shapely round shoulders, perfect chest, her heaving breasts that now lay flat, her toned midriff, her slightly puffy belly with subtle love handles, her curved hips, her cute bumpy fupa, her vagina, surrounded by some week old light brown pubes, her thighs, her smooth, toned legs. He could see a few red lines on her inner thighs going all the way up to her labia. He counted at least 3 strong red line and a couple of light ones. It reminded him of his vicious fingering attack on his mother’s vagina from earlier that morning. His nails had scratched and left red lines along her inner thighs. She was a sight to behold. She was prettier, hotter and sexier than any woman Hunter had watched on his thousands of porn sites.
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