Hunter: I love you mom. I love my sex slave.
Jacinda: I love you too Master.
Hunter was loving the fact that Jacinda was the first to call him ‘Master’ today. This was quite the contrast from her hesitancy the night before. She was still getting used to their new relationship. But Hunter found it rather comforting and relaxing that she had accepted him as her Master.
He suddenly smacked her right butt over the leggings. Making Jacinda jump a little. It wasn’t nearly as painful as some of the slaps she endured on her face the night before. Just surprising enough for her to shudder. Hunter laid in another spank on her right ass, as he roughly grabbed her left breast with his left hand. Jacinda’s boobs were still sore from the smacking, sucking, vicious nipple pinching and tugging from last night. And the reckless grab her son had on her left tit made her moan with pain.
Jacinda: Am I being punished again, Master?
Hunter: No mom. I’m just playing with my slave’s body. But there is a punishment in store for you soon.
Jacinda: What’s the punishment for? Have I done something to upset you? I don’t think my body is ready, maybe I need some time to rest honey….
Hunter continued kneading her left breast disdainfully, as he was now licking and kissing the spot on her left shoulder where he dug his teeth into her smooth skin. Jacinda placed some cooked pancakes on a serving plate and poured another batch of batter. She was curious to hear what she did that would call for a punishment. She thought cooking her Master’s favorite breakfast would earn her a reward.
Hunter: Well, I woke up alone this morning and my sexy mom wasn’t around me.
Jacinda: Oh…I….I..err.. I thought I’d make my handsome son his favorite breakfast. Maybe it would earn me a reward.
Hunter: Reward huh? What kind of reward?
Jacinda: I don’t know, I hadn’t thought about it yet.
Hunter: Well, you should think about it. Because IF you do please me, I will reward you. But for now you have a punishment in store for today. You wanna know what for?
Jacinda: Is it because you woke up alone and I wasn’t around you?
Hunter: That’s not all mom. As my sex slave, you are to wake me up every morning by taking care of my morning wood.
Jacinda’s eyes grew wider as she heard that. It was certainly exciting to wake her son up by treating his morning wood. But she was excited because it meant every morning, she would get to see, feel and play with her Master son’s hard, erect cock. She had heard that a penis is hardest first thing in the morning. It was tempting and she bit her lower lip seductively just by the thought of getting to see her Master’s erect penis.
Jacinda: I would be honored to take care of your morning wood, Master.
Hunter: By take care, I mean, I need your mouth on it every single morning. And whatever it spits out you accept it into your mouth as your reward for waking up your son happy. Just wishing me a Good Morning won’t cut it anymore. You have to make my mornings good and better, is that clear?
Jacinda: Yes, Honey.
Hunter: I will also accept waking up with your lips on mine, or your nipples in my mouth. Maybe we’ll modify the rules as we go. But for now, you get what I want.
Jacinda: Absolutely baby. I’d love to.
Jacinda flipped her new batch of pancakes, as she felt another stinging spank on her right butt making it jiggle. Hunter let off her body, grabbed his cup of coffee and watched as his sex slave mom prepped pancakes for him. He didn’t like her gray shirt. It was covering too much. So were her leggings.
Hunter: Hey Mom. I’m going to buy you some new clothes to wear. We’re going to go shopping later today.
Jacinda: Okay Honey, that’s fun. I love shopping. Is there something you don’t like about what I’m wearing?
Hunter: Well, you had the sexiest, cutest outfit on last night. That green camisole pj set was so hot. But this gray shirt and those leggings remind me of Jacinda from 3 days ago. You know, that Jacinda who was just my mom. And not my lover, my sex slave. As my lover and sex slave, I expect you to dress as such.
Jacinda loved hearing those words from her son. Yes, a lot had changed in the last couple of days. But every time her son referred to her as his sex slave, it would make a tingle inside her vagina. She loved being claimed, owned by her son. And he was getting better and better at keeping her love hole lubricated by natural juices all the time.
Jacinda: I’ll wear whatever you want me to wear honey.
Hunter: If it were up to me, I’d love to have you naked all the time. So I can just fuck you silly any moment I see you.
They had just risen from bed and Jacinda wasn’t planning on having sex this morning. However, his dirty talk was already turning her on. She loved the thought of being used and fucked anytime, anywhere by her son.
Jacinda: Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to that Hunter. As long as nobody is around and I’m not working with my clients.
Hunter: Yeah, but It’s also fun to undress my slave. And even more fun to rip and tear her clothes off to expose her delicious skin.
Jacinda was now getting worked up. His logic was sound and his words were turning her on more and more. She now had their breakfast ready.
Jacinda: You definitely have a point there baby. You’re welcome to take my clothes off now if you don’t like what I’m wearing.
Hunter was intrigued by the idea. And he loved that his mother was now offering him to undress her. He badly wanted to get her naked too. His morning wood was still hard and he could tell Jacinda was getting worked up. He could tell by her naughty smile that the 10 hours of sleep was enough to get her vaginal walls to restart their job. But Hunter was also smart enough to know, not to give that sort of power in a sexual relationship to the slave. Master decides when and how the slave should be undressed.
Hunter: I’ll think about it, when the time is right.
Jacinda was slightly taken aback. She thought her invitation to undress her would be taken positively and Hunter would rip her clothes off. It cast a small shadow of doubt in her mind. And her overthinking brain went into overdrive. “Does he not want to see me naked anymore? Was it just a one night episode? Is he giving me a break? Why doesn’t he want me? Am I not attractive enough for my Master? Was it my choice of clothing?”
Being her usual pessimistic self, Jacinda thought she must have lacked something that her new lover was already getting tired of her after just one day of sexual debauchery. She brought the pancakes to the dining table, with some melted butter and syrup. Hunter stayed behind briefly. As Jacinda was setting up the dishes for their breakfast, Hunter walked behind her, grabbed her by the neck facing her back and said..
Hunter: Stay still Mom. Don’t move.
Jacinda placed the dishes down and stood still as commanded by her Master. Jacinda wasn’t sure what he was about to do but the unknown is what excited her the most. He had managed to surprise her countless times in the last couple of days and whenever she assumed what was about to happen, he would one-up her and surprise her with a completely new direction of sexual frenzy. Jacinda heard the sounds of *zip* *zip* twice. She was still unsure what was going on. Other than Hunter’s hand around her neck, their bodies were not touching.
She heard the *zzip zzip* sound again but again, nothing was touching her body. Suddenly Jacinda could feel a tug on her loose gray tee shirt around her abdomen. And now there was a cool breeze of air on her back. She looked down and saw her son’s other arm coming around. But what she noticed was not just his arm. And now she knew what the sounds were coming from.
Hunter had stayed back momentarily in the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors. He held his mother by her neck and had begun cutting and snipping horizontally through her loose gray tee shirt. He started chopping it off around the middle of her back, carefully making sure he avoided cutting her hair. Then continued his cut around her side and eventually to the front of her shirt just under her boobs. He went around her body in a 360 and did a sloppy cutting job but finally managed to split her tee shirt up vertically so as the bottom half of her gray shirt was now completely cut off and fell to her ankles.
Jacinda looked down and saw that her once long, loose gray shirt was now cut from the middle and split in half. It had turned into a crop top. Her midriff was now exposed and so were her lower boobs. Her nipples still stayed covered, but barely. She could feel a cool breeze around the middle of her back. She had no reaction and continued standing still, as her son controlled her costume now..
Jacinda’s black tight leggings were still on and high-waisted. She had them pulled up above her slightly thick pubic mound, covering her lower belly. The elastic strap of the leggings were just above her belly button. Hunter didn’t mind the leggings as much, but he was feeling rather creative with his fashion statements that morning. And he had the best model he could ask for, his sexy, hot, gorgeous 42 year old milf of a mother.
Hunter: There you go. Now that shirt is somewhat acceptable.
Jacinda: (Giggling) I think I kinda like it.
Hunter: Mom, turn around and face me.
Jacinda did as told. Now they were facing each other and Jacinda had a wide smile on her face. She seemed to be enjoying the attention her son was paying to her appearance and her costume choices. Hunter’s kick of creativity didn’t end there. He kneeled down in front of his mom with the scissors in his hands. He waved the scissors in the air *snip snip*.
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