Hunter had already got on his mom’s bed and was under the duvet. Jacinda slowly slid into her bed. They could both feel the cold wet bedsheets under them. Wet with Jacinda’s vaginal excretions. Wet with their sweat. Their bodies embraced and connected again. Hunter was big spooning his mom. She felt safe, she felt protected, she felt owned. But more importantly, she felt loved. Love that she had never experienced in her life.
Jacinda looked at her alarm clock next to the night stand which read 11:45pm. They had been fucking for almost the last 3 hours. She had been up for 18 hours and had experienced one of the most eventful days in her entire life. In those 18 hours, she had climaxed and orgasmed three times, bathed in piss twice, drank it twice, blew her son twice, deepthroated once and used, abused, humiliated, degraded like a slut slave countless times. Just in a span of 2 days, her life had flipped upside down. But she had never been happier. She felt complete. She felt like she was finally living up to the purpose of her life. To love and serve her son in any way she could. She had found true love and finally embraced her inner desires. She had found the beast who could tame this beauty and her inner animal. Jacinda had accepted her son as her Master and owner of her body. She had given in to him. She was committed to his love and pain. She had turned into a complete submissive slut. A sex slave to her son.
…. to be continued.
(This part got a bit longer than I had planned. Please leave comments and feedback. Thank you for reading, enjoy)
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