Innocent Mom now Son's Slave Ch. 05

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….continued from part 4. Please read all prior parts first.

Standing under the rainfall shower head, Jacinda stood with her eyes closed and a million thoughts running through her mind. She was taking stock of the events that had transpired that special Saturday. Just the night before, her son, Hunter had taken unfathomable liberties with her body in the guise of massaging her upper back and shoulders with moisturizer to help with the red stress marks her bra had made on her pristine skin. This morning, they had confessed that they both enjoyed it and viewed each other more than just a mother and son, taking a chance on their lusty desires. Their love was unique. They wanted to be more than just mother and son and see each other as man and woman.

The same morning, her son had roughly ravaged her as a punishment for her lies. Then cunningly exposed her to a stranger, a pizza delivery boy and punished her again by using her as a human dining plate. She had finally had sex with her 18 year old teenage son. A man she loved dearly, her son, Hunter. She took his virginity. She felt proud and special for it. It was an achievement and an honor for her, that her handsome, sexy, hunk of a teenage son wanted her as the woman to be that special one.

Jacinda had thoroughly enjoyed every taboo act her son made her perform with him. She consensually followed through with his rough sex, his spanking of her breasts, his using her body as a muse. She felt a newly found excitement in her casually dull life. Since her husband’s betrayal and choosing alcohol and hookers over her, she sacrificed her own sexual cravings for 15+ years to raise her son so he didn’t turn out anything like his father. But when she realized her son was also fighting his own demons as a result of her care and overprotective style of raising him, she took it upon herself to be the outlet for his sexual frustrations. A lot of unexpected things had happened, but the most unexpected of them all was the fact that her son had propositioned her to be his sex slave. Having only vaguely accepted this, to make him happy, Jacinda was still somewhat unsure of how things would work and how the dynamic of their relationship would unfold in the future. For now, she was slowly but surely learning to enjoy being treated in the way that her son did. He treated her like a thorough sex slave. And she liked the fact that he was taking initiative, asserting control.

What Jacinda didn’t realize was that her son’s interest in hardcore, wild, BDSM porn had trained his mind and body to want more than just vanilla sex. She had also failed to recognize that her own sexual appetite and libido had found an outlet and was unleashed over the last couple of days. Jacinda was your girl next door, average, conservative, uptight, OCD, classy woman. Everything had to be planned to perfection, clean, tidy, organized. The sexcapades with her son had been completely opposite that. She found herself to be thoroughly pleased after every instance of pain that he inflicted upon her. She loved the burst of dopamine she felt post an act of degradation unleashed upon her. She had begun to like the humiliation she was receiving. So much so that, as soon as he left her surroundings, she was left wanting for more and wondering what was next.

Jacinda’s shower thoughts continued as she was beginning to embrace the slut that resided deep inside of her. She was coming to terms that her humiliation was a gift. A gift to her submissive side. Everyone has a different sexual expression. Hunter’s was rough, brutal, dirty. And hers was submissive, soft, accommodating, docile and self-abasing. They complemented each other perfectly. Just moments ago, she was pissed that her son had peed all over her using her as a human urinal and even forced her to drink it. It definitely wasn’t her favorite, but instead of being apologetic, he asserted his dominance by suggesting she would have to get used to it. And that dominant side of her son was what she was working towards. It made him more self confident and sure in himself. That made Jacinda proud. She now wanted to be the perfect submissive slave her Master had asked her to be.

After she had finished her second shower for the day. Jacinda walked out of the cold bathroom into her bedroom, towards her closet. She stopped by the mirror on her dressing table again. This is where she would often have talks with herself and observe her body. She noticed she had a very rare glow on her face. There was a sparkle in her eye. Her lips were naturally grinning. Her cheeks had a rosy shine on them. The stress wrinkles on her forehead had disappeared. Jacinda was happy for the first time in years. She was happy, satisfied, and content. She felt like a void in her life had been filled. She felt complete. This was a different Jacinda looking back through the mirror. One who had a newfound purpose in her life. One who was willing to try and act out on forbidden desires.

It was now 5:15pm. Jacinda was thinking about what she wanted to cook for dinner. She entered her closet to make a difficult decision, which was easy until just a day ago. What to wear to please and look good for her master, her son? Jacinda raided through her closet of expensive shirts, tops, blouses, dresses, nightwear but couldn’t find anything that she thought would appeal to him. Her instructions were clear, no bras and panties were up to her discretion. She figured by the kind of lust-filled day they both had, whatever she wears would eventually probably be taken off of her in a rough fashion. Just then her eyes stumbled upon that locked box on a shelf. The same locked box Hunter had curiously observed a couple of days prior when he breached her private inner sanctum and was rummaging through his mother’s closet.

Jacinda opened up that box. It was a few sexy lingerie and nightwear pieces that she had purchased years ago, but never had the chance to. She would often just buy sexy lingerie, undergarments and jewelry to feel better about herself. She wasn’t a shopaholic, but like some women, shopping was a stressbuster for her. Jacinda would often try on these clothes and model in the mirror for herself, since she didn’t have anyone to model for. But now, she had found her lover, her man. Someone who would appreciate her and cared about what she wore and how she looked. Her son, her master, Hunter.

Jacinda opened the box and found a few items in it.

– A maroon colored Silk Criss-cross-back Chemise Nightgown (silksilky)

– A lace bordered Pearl’s backless sexy nightdress gown (from Intimate diamond)

– A Two-piece dark green Heart Printed Pure Silk Camisole Pjs set (silksilky)

– A light rose-gold colored, Momme Maxi Lace V-Back Pure Silk Dress (silksilky)

– A pearl white Pure Silk Belted Wrap Womens Robe (from silksilky. Very similar to the black one she had on earlier that day)

– A charcoal-light-gray colored, Spaghetti Strap Pure Silk Camisole Pjs Set (also from silksilky)

– And a Black V-Notch Bikini Set (Rihoas)

Clearly, Jacinda was a woman with great, classy taste and pure silk being her favorite material. It was smooth and felt easy on her smooth skin. Jacinda had totally forgotten about these sets that she’d purchased some years back and had no opportunity to wear them. Her son had already seen her in the silky black robe with the belt, so she figured she wanted to try something else that’s also comfortable. The winner that evening was the two-piece dark green colored “Heart Printed Pure Silk Camisole Pjs set”. The material was smooth, shiny and the heart prints were in white, like polka dots on a shiny rich green fabric. Jacinda packed the rest in the box and left it unlocked and wore the green silk camisole Pjs.

The camisole still fit her perfectly and ended just under her belly button exposing a thin line of her waist. The two thin straps that went over the shoulders were a bit loose and barely stayed up. The tiny bottoms of this Pj set were particularly sexy as they tapered on the sides and back, leaving very little covering for her smooth, sexy legs and thighs and easily exposing the bottom of her bum. It however had ample coverage for her groin.

Jacinda got back out of the closet and looked at herself in the mirror. The green camisole PJs looked really cute and sexy on her. She didn’t look 42 at all, more like a hot girl next door in her late 20s. Jacinda’s hair had dried off by now and she decided to add a bit extra to her look tonight for her Master. “He made love to me in my most natural, unkempt state. He makes me so happy, he deserves me at my best” she thought.

Jacinda put on some dark eyeliner under her eyes. Rolled her natural, luscious lashes. Used a curling iron to give a slight curl and bounce to the ends of her long hair that reached the middle of her spine. She also put on a darker shade of salmon pink lipstick and some silver earrings to complete the look. She looked exquisite. The perfect mix of sexy, cute, homely and ravishing. Any man would get a boner just looking at her face, but the choice of her Pjs made sure that boner would erupt.

It was now 5:45pm. All this while, Hunter had been in his room, recovering from the two huge loads of cum his teenage balls had delivered. He was on his computer sending in more applications for colleges and universities. When he sent in his final email, he contemplated what life would look like if he got an acceptance letter from one of these universities. Hunter would have to move away to the campus, separating him from his mom. He had just begun a brand new, exciting relationship with his sexy milf of a mother and he wasn’t willing to let that go, ever. To Hunter, she was his girlfriend now. His first love. His lover. His sex slave. And suddenly Hunter had an idea.