Jacinda started walking towards the kitchen to fix up dinner. She found some chicken in the fridge and thought of cooking up grilled chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy. A simple home cooked meal that she hadn’t cooked in a while. Something Hunter really liked too. As she had begun cooking, Hunter called out for his mother walking down the stairs towards the living room.
Hunter: Mooomm… Hey Mom…
Jacinda hurriedly walked out of the kitchen towards the living room.
Jacinda: Yes honey…
Hunter literally just stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. His mother, his sexy milf mom, Jacinda was standing by the doorway to the kitchen wearing a sexy dark green silky shiny camisole pj and tiny bottoms. Her shapely legs looked sexy, her tiny bit of belly oozed out of the bottom of her camisole, just above her Pjs and her delicious arms, armpits, shoulders, chest and neck were exposing her smooth skin. As she was walking towards him, he noticed the loose thin string from her left shoulder just fell to the side clinging on her forearms. Hunter instantly had a hardon. Jacinda couldn’t really tell how hard he was since his jeans did a good job covering his manhood, but she knew by his stunned face, sparkling eyes and drooling mouth half open that he liked what he was seeing.
Hunter: OH MY GAWD MOM. You looked absolutely ravishing. So fucking sexy.
Jacinda: (Blushing and smiling ear to ear) Thank You Honey…. I thought I’d put something a bit different on for my new lover, since you’ve always seen me in my work clothes.
Hunter: Mom, I love what you’re wearing. And your eyes, your eyes just look so sharp. Gosh, you’re beautiful. Your earrings are so pretty. Your top is fucking sexy, I love how it shows your arms and shoulders. Your hair looks full and curly at the bottom too! Much different than this morning. You look so fucking hot mom.
Jacinda blushed, and hurriedly walked close to Hunter and kissed him straight on his lips with her arms around his neck, slightly raising herself on her toes. Her 5’4″ frame was much smaller compared to Hunter’s 6′ athletic body. Hunter held her by the hips and his hands involuntarily slid inside her camisole feeling up the smoothness of her skin by her waist and lower back. As they continued their liplock in a passionate embrace, now their tongues dancing with each other, Hunter slid his right hand in his mom’s tiny silk bottoms and noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. This made him smile and he trapped Jacinda’s lower lip in between his teeth. Not chewing them, just holding them as Jacinda closed her eyes, her tiny lips still trying to smile.
Hunter slowly bit into her bottom lip making her moan in the kind of pain she had begun to accept and enjoy. As Hunter played with his mother’s lips and tongue, his hands were now firmly over her left buttock and he gave it a gentle squeeze, which made Jacinda wince in agony. This came as a surprise to Hunter since he had only lightly squeezed her butt. As he continued running his palms and fingers along her ass he noticed a rare uneven surface on her butt and he recalled his brutal, feral bite that he laid on her ass that morning. He now understood why his mother squealed and shuddered in pain, as the temporary wound inflicted by his savage teeth was still fresh. Those same teeth were now gently chewing and biting on Jacinda’s cute little lips. He wanted her to feel the pain but didn’t want her to bleed. So he let her go and air finally passed between their bodies.
Jacinda was still smiling despite the pain in her lips and the skin on her ass. Her lower lip now showed signs of wear and tear swelling ever so slightly, appearing fuller than 5 minutes back. She was yearning to hear someone compliment her. And hearing those words in her son’s voice was like music to her ears. She was incredibly delighted that her son loved what she was wearing and appreciated the effort she had put into her appearance for that evening. He noticed the little things and that’s what she loved about him. His attention to detail.
Hunter: Mom, are you cooking?
Jacinda: Yes honey. I’m making some grilled chicken, mashed potatoes and…(she gets cut off)
Hunter: Mom, let’s go out.
Jacinda: Now? We can go after dinner honey, I still have to walk the dogs anyway.
Hunter: No, I mean, for dinner.
Jacinda: Honey but I just started cooking.
Hunter: Yeah, but we can cook tomorrow mom. Let’s go out. I want to go out with you. I’ve never been on a date before with a hot girlfriend you know.
Jacinda: Baby, I understand, but you know we don’t have many restaurants in the area and people around here know us. I just don’t know if… (Hunter cuts her off again)
Jacinda was scared of going out in public with her son, since their relationship had graduated from just a son and mother to lovers. She would definitely feel awkward in public knowing the things they have done. She was also worried about people that knew them in their small town, learning about their little secret. It was all still pretty new for them both and she didn’t want to lose it.
Hunter: Don’t worry about it. Just follow my lead. And I’m not asking. Remember, you’re still my slave.
In their break since the bathroom golden shower episode, both mother and son had briefly forgotten their new contract. They weren’t just in a loving relationship. They were not just lovers. They were also Master and slave. And Hunter had that sudden recollection when Jacinda was protesting his wish. He felt his power over her growing and he loved to dominate her. He was never this persuasion before. And now he just asserted his will, and his slave mother followed along. Jacinda was so lost in her soft romantic mood that she had forgotten she was now a sex slave to Hunter. And as soon as she heard him say the word ‘slave’, the switch in her turned on. Her inner submissive slut rose from the ashes and showed up to accept her destiny. The wide grin from her face was now a subtle, soft smile. As being a sex slave to her son, came with the fear of the unknown and painful consequences but also excitement of the pleasures in store for her.
Jacinda: Okay baby… I’ll go get changed, while you pick a restaurant.
Hunter: No need.
Jacinda: What?
Hunter: No need to change. I love what you’re wearing. Just keep this on.
Jacinda: But Hunter… I’ve never gone out like this in public. It’s showing off too much.
Hunter: I don’t care. Maybe you should start dressing sexier for me. When I’m with you, I expect you to dress sexy for me. And right now, you’ve dressed the sexiest I’ve ever seen you. And we’re going together so keep it on.
Jacinda: Okay honey, just uhm.. Just bear with me. I’m not used to wearing such clothes and… I… I don’t know, it’s scary, Hunter.
Hunter: No need to be scared. I’m with you.
Jacinda could have melted in that moment, when she heard him say that. “I’m with you”. His subtle reassurance meant so much to his introverted, unsure woman. He was with her, as a protector. As a lover. As her boyfriend. As her Master. She suddenly felt safe in his presence. He was right! There was no need to be scared. Other girls wear these kinds of clothes in public. The difference was, Jacinda was in her forties and a very classy, conservative woman in a conservative and orthodox town. Going out with her son, wearing such clothes was definitely going to raise some eyebrows. She found it extremely attractive how Hunter would switch gears from being this naive young teenager, to a stern authoritative stubborn dominant to a sweet loving, caring lover. Just two days ago, the boy who was her son, was the man she was falling in love with over and over again. Heart, Mind, Body and Soul.
Hunter: Mom, go get the car ready, I’ll be there in a min.
Jacinda went to her garage and got into her luxury SUV, started the car and brought it around to the front entrance. She waited for Hunter, sitting at the wheel staring blankly in the distance. Still contemplating the risks involved in going out for dinner with her son, wearing her skimpy Pjs. She saw Hunter close the front door with their two dogs on leashes, walk towards the car and just as Hunter was stunned watching her earlier, Jacinda, now had a sparkle in her eye looking at her son. He had a full sleeve white dress shirt on, his hair was waxed and set nicely. He had black trousers on with a dark brown leather bomber jacket and white sneakers. He looked like one of the handsome guys from the chic-tv shows she watched. Her romantic grin was back on her face as her heart kept pounding, staring at her own son looking handsome, sexy, macho and very classy.
Hunter got both their dogs (Tuffy the Golden Retriever and Morty the rottweiler) in the back seat and got into the car next to his mom.
Hunter: Alright mom, let’s go.
Jacinda: Honey, where are we going?
Hunter: Mario’s. You know the way? Or do you need me to map it for you?
Jacinda: I know it honey. Good choice, I love their food.
Hunter: Me too! And I know Italian is your favorite.
Jacinda couldn’t help it but her smile was getting wider and wider. Her son was giving her so many butterfly moments. He remembered things about her that nobody cared about. ‘He’s like the perfect boyfriend’ she thought.
Hunter: I’m the best boyfriend mom.
Jacinda in a flash turned her head sideways, looked at him with surprise and mouth agape. He just read her mind.
Jacinda: I was just thinking that, how did you…
Hunter: What can I say, I told you, I’m the perfect boyfriend.
Jacinda: Mmmhmmm… I think you are honey! So, are you my boyfriend now?
Hunter: I guess, I am. But Mom, I’m a better Master.
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