Literotic asexstories – Innocent Mom now Son's Slave Ch. 06 by banyadeewana1503,banyadeewana1503
After a few more parts, I may switch the category of this series to BDSM, instead of Incest.
Quick Note: I received positive and negative/constructive feedback on prior parts and appreciate every comment. Most requests were for them to make a baby, that’s definitely on the cards and coming soon in further parts 🙂 Please read all prior chapters to understand the psyche and motives of the characters. Thank You! Grateful for this community, now enjoy.
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…Continued from Ch. 05
Hunter and Jacinda slept in her bed that night. They had an eventful last couple of days. Especially that Saturday, was by far the greatest day in their lives. They had committed acts of sexual depravity that were extraordinary for a couple in love, let alone a mother and son. Jacinda had accepted and embraced her inner submissive slut. Hunter had thoroughly and roughly used, abused, fucked and sexually devoured his mother, who was now his sex slave. That night, both mother and son slept peacefully in love with their sweaty bodies in touch with each other all night. Jacinda felt safe, protected, cared for in Hunter’s arms. She also felt like that’s where she belonged, in her Master’s arms. She felt owned by a man who loved her dearly.
It was now Sunday morning. The sun from Jacinda’s large floor-to-ceiling glass window was gleaming onto the white covers, under which the naked bodies of Hunter and his mom lay. Jacinda’s face had a natural gleeful and content smile on it. And to either side of her smiling lips were her cheeks which showed sore redness from her son’s brutal slapping the night before. Jacinda was facing Hunter as they were sleeping in a tight embrace. Hunter’s left leg was raised over his mother’s hip and his semi-flaccid cock touched her pelvis. The sun hit Jacinda’s face first, waking her up from her peaceful night of slumber in her lover’s arms. She opened her eyes to spot her son’s face an inch from her. She could feel his breath on her face.
This was the first time in almost two decades that Jacinda woke up next to a man. A man who was not only close to her physically, but in every aspect of her life. This man was her own son. Now, her Master. Staring at his peaceful sleeping face, Jacinda had the biggest grin on her face. She was overwhelmed with love. There were streaks of dry mascara running along the sides of her face. Another residue of the ferocious love making the mother and son had performed the night before. Jacinda gently placed her lips on her son’s and gave him a good morning kiss. She was so in love with her boy. She got out from under his heavy leg, removed the covers and sat on the edge of the bed. Glancing at her clock, it read 9:30am. This was the latest she had slept in in a while.
She noticed a wet spot on the carpet under her, by the bedpost. It reminded her of the drool and cough she had spat out after her son had roughly deepthroated her. Her throat was still sore, just like the rest of her body. Jacinda was not used to sexual intercourse, let alone a sex session as intense as she had with her son. Her soreness also had to do with the fact that she had quite a lot of wine the night before and as an occasional drinker, she needed to make sure she stayed hydrated. Her sexcapades with her son had made her excrete a lot of bodily fluids. Tears, drool, spit, sweat and most importantly the multiple gallons of intense orgasms she had.
Jacinda got up and walked to her bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat for her early morning piss and was again reminded of the inhuman humiliation from the night before, when her son, her Master made her drink his piss out of the toilet bowl. But thinking back on it now, she had a smirk on her face. She had begun to enjoy her own degradation and felt naughty, quirky, sexy about it. That’s the most important personality change within Jacinda. This once sober, upscale, pious, traditional, prude woman was now beginning to feel sexy, naughty, dirty. She was beginning to feel like a woman again. She had embraced her submissive slut and sexuality. And she only had her son, Hunter to thank for it.
After going about her morning bathroom business and washing her face, Jacinda walked over to her dressing table. She took her earrings off. Observing the reflection in the mirror. She watched herself standing naked. Her long, thick and luscious brunette hair with blonde highlights, disheveled, uneven, sticking to her face, flowing down to the middle of her back. Her face had redness on both her cheeks. Her left cheek especially had a light pink imprint of Hunter’s four fingers. Her right nipple was sore, swollen and red. Her right breast looked tanner than her left. The love bite on the left side of her neck was now bluish-green with a hint of purple. The solid bite mark on her left shoulder was turning dark red, with clear imprints of Hunter’s teeth. Her vagina was sore and she could clearly see redness around her pussy lips along with a few light pink scars running down from it to her inner thighs, caused by her son’s nails.
She looked thoroughly used, abused, marked by her owner, her Master, her son. She smiled thinking about the act, the pain that caused every mark on her once pristine, smooth skin. But the marks were not only on her body. Her mind had submitted and committed to her role as her son’s sex slave now. And she was so in love with him that she couldn’t wait for his next authoritative command. She found his power, his blatant disregard for her hesitancy, extremely attractive.
Jacinda picked out a loose gray tee shirt from her closet and wore some tight black leggings. As she was getting the leggings up her thick hips, she felt her ass stinging. There was one more mark she had forgotten about. The deep bite her son had laid in on her left buttock as he was wildly biting it down the day before.
Jacinda went to the kitchen to get her morning routine started. She made two cups of coffee, for herself and her son. She thought of making breakfast since they were both tired from last night’s intense, marathon fucking. Their dinner must have burned through right away. Jacinda started her preparations for pancakes. She knew Hunter loved pancakes, since he was a child.
Around half an hour later, Hunter woke up. He woke up alone in bed and couldn’t find his lover, his mom around him. He had slept in late and felt refreshed, energized. But he was disappointed to not find his new sex slave in bed with him. As brutal as his way of making love was, Hunter loved soft, sensual cuddles. He got out of bed, went to his bathroom, walking naked across the hall as he could smell the fragrance of fresh pancake batter in the air. Hunter completed his morning routine of brushing his teeth and emptying his bladder. While peeing, he recalled that was the first time in over 24 hours that he had used something other than his mom to piss on. It made him smirk and wish he would have held it in a little longer so he could use her again. He put on a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else.
Hunter walked into the kitchen downstairs and could see his mom wearing a loose gray shirt. Its neckline was modest, once again ending just under Jacinda’s collarbones. The sleeves were long and came up to her elbows. The length of the shirt was down to her butt and covered her protruding booty easily. He noticed Jacinda pouring some pancake batter on the griddle. There was a unique, satisfied smile on her face; something he hadn’t seen on his mother in a long time. Her gorgeous, shiny, thick hair was messy but freely flowing. Apart from the smell of fresh, sweet pancakes, there was now the sound of the batter sizzling on the griddle stove top. Hunter used the opportunity to slowly tiptoe behind his mother.
He quietly stood behind her as she was making pancakes and softly placed his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind and his head resting on her right shoulder. He immediately began kissing, licking and nibbling on the exposed skin of her shoulder, neck and earlobes. This side of her shoulder was still smooth and pristine, unlike the other side where he had left his mother a temporary red tattoo of the imprints of his teeth. Jacinda immediately put her hand on his head and chuckled.
Jacinda: Good morning baby… Did you sleep well?
Hunter: Good morning mom. Yes. It was the best I’ve slept in forever. I think it had something to do with a hot milf sleeping with me.
Jacinda (Chuckling): hahaha oh is it now. Well, I’m glad honey. I slept so peacefully in your arms baby. It was like a dream.
Hunter: This is nothing less than a dream, mom. I have my dream girl in my arms right now.
Jacinda found it very interesting how sweet her son could be. This same boy was brutally deepthroating and slapping her face while roughly fucking her last night. The contrasting energy in his love was surprising yet so intriguing to her. She wanted both, she loved both. Hunter, meanwhile, noticed his mother’s cheek showing some signs of his abuse. He got close to it and placed a kiss on her right cheeks. And brought his tongue out to lick his mom’s right cheek.
Jacinda: aahh (let’s out a soft sigh, still smiling)
Hunter: How does it feel mom?
Jacinda: mmhmmm….It….it stings a little.
Hunter switches sides and moves to her left to kiss her left cheek and repeats licking it.
Hunter: And this one?
Jacinda: That too honey. And all the other marks on my body.
Hunter: But do you like them?
Jacinda: I do. I can proudly wear them as my accessories. They complete me. They’re a part of me. They’re my gift. I earned them. Thank You, Master.
As soon as Hunter heard her say that, his morning wood was hitting its stride again and Jacinda could feel it on her leggings covered ass. She flips a pancake, as Hunter continues grinding into her ass from the back and kissing his mother’s neck and tasting, nibbling on her ears.
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