He stopped kissing her beautiful face and looked her dead in the eyes. She was just as horny as he was.
Hunter: Mom, go upstairs to your bedroom. Get naked. I’ll be right there.
Jacinda: Yes, Master.
Jacinda was so excited, she knew she was going to have sex with her son again. She couldn’t wait to get his dick in her vagina. She literally ran in haste upstairs to her bedroom, got herself out of her makeshift blue mini-dress. She took off her panties which were now soaked in her own precum. And got on her bed. Now, sitting naked. She just had her necklace on, the makeup on her face and nothing else.
It was 5pm. Jacinda sat on her bed with her door wide open. Her son walked in, naked as the day he was born. She had the widest grin on her face. She was horny and excited for what was about to happen. The anticipation was driving her sexual energy off the walls. Hunter walked in naked, but he had the same mysterious bag from earlier in his hands. The bag, whose contents remained unknown to Jacinda. Hunter pulled out a satin scarf looking cloth out of the bag and walked over to his mother, as she sat on the bed naked with a smile. She was like a kid looking to play.
The cloth was long, shiny and looked soft. This was confirmed when her son tied the scarf around her eyes and fastened it at the back of her head under her hair. She was now blindfolded. This excited her more. Jacinda’s peak sexual energy exuded when she was anxious and unaware of what’s to come. The blindfold served exactly that purpose. Her eyes being closed, she had no idea what was about to happen. The anticipation was heating up the sexual tension in the air.
One of Jacinda’s five senses was now disabled and she had to only rely on her hearing, touch, taste and smell. She suddenly felt her son grab her left arm and pull her to one corner of the bed. She felt a cold, metal sensation on her wrist and heard a clicking sound. The cold metal was now all around her wrist, like a bangle. She felt a similar sensation on her right arm a few seconds later. Then both her feet as her body was now naked, bound and spread-eagled on her own bed. And the perpetrator for her position was her own son. Her Master.
Her excitement grew and she heard her son’s breath very close to her left ear. Hunter began whispering into his mother’s ear.
Hunter: Mom, do you accept me, Hunter Johnson, your son, as your owner and Master?
Jacinda was now breathing hard and heavy. Her breasts heaving up and down slow and hard. Her body had already begun fuming and steaming with sweat.
Jacinda: Yes, honey. I do.
*SMACK* The sound of skin connecting with skin reverberated across the bedroom. Jacinda had just received a hard, tight slap on her left cheek. It was so hard that her head swung to the right and her gorgeous hair was now covering her face. Hunter moved to her other ear.
Hunter: I asked, do you accept me, your son, as your Owner and Master?
Jacinda: YES. Yes I do, Master!
Hunter: Good Girl!
Her two favorite words “Good girl”. This made Jacinda smile again and her breathing continued to be hard and fast.
Hunter: Do you trust me, my dear sex slave mother?
Jacinda: Yes. I do, Master!
Hunter: Do you know your safe word?
Jacinda: Yes.
Hunter: What do you want from your Master?
Jacinda: I want your Penis, Master. Please give me your dick!
Hunter: You’ll get your reward in due time. But what do you get before it?
Jacinda: Pain, Master! I want some pain. Please hurt me, Master. I love it when you slap me and pinch my nipples.
Hunter was now getting turned on and his inner beast was unleashing. He grabbed a riding crop from the black bag and swung hard at his mother’s midriff. As the end of the riding crop made contact with the skin of her abdomen, it made a loud spanking sound. What it also did was send a shiver down his mother’s spine and she shuddered in pain.
Jacinda yelled at the top of her lungs as she felt the stinging slap of the riding crop on the upper part of her belly. Hunter smacked another whip a little lower to the left side of her tummy, just above her love handles. This made the skin around her pristine smooth skin of her belly jiggle a little. Hunter loved watching his mother’s skin and flesh jiggle and respond to his actions.
Jacinda let out a loud shriek in agony as she felt the second smack land to the left of her belly. As her scream subsided, she felt another hard blow from the riding crop, this time just above her vagina, around her fupa. This third smack sent a stinging electricity in all directions across Jacinda’s body. Her vagina was instantly oozing liquids prematurely and so were her eyes. Tears began dribbling down the side of her face, dragging along the black mascara and eyeliner with them. Her scream got louder as she felt another smack just under her pussy on the inside of her right thigh.
This fourth spank of the riding crop landed right on the same bruise left behind by her son’s fingernails during the finger fucking episode of the day before. This one particularly hurt because again, her inner thighs were a sensitive zone for Jacinda. It was one of her primary erogenous areas along with her nipples and the sting she felt gave her an out of the world sensation. It made her body react in strange ways as her right leg had started shivering now.
Once again, Hunter’s sadist self loved watching his mother’s body react to his spankings. When her thighs began vibrating, he took a pause and dropped the riding crop. He jumped on the bed, in between the V created by his mother’s spread eagled legs. He bent down, and put his mouth on her inner-left thigh. He started kissing her inner thighs, which made Jacinda get hornier and hornier by the second. Hunter pulled his tongue out and began tasting his mother’s smooth, sensuous skin, slowly dragging his tongue upwards.
He continued tasting his mother’s delicious skin and rolled his wet, drooling tongue on the scratches made by his own fingernails. There were still light pink streaks which he began licking. And his tongue finally reached the spot where he had just spanked her with the riding crop. That spot on her inner thigh had now turned red. It felt warm on his tongue. Warmer than her already heating up body. Jacinda could feel a painful sting on that spot, but her son’s warm tongue with his cold saliva worked like an ointment on her skin.
Hunter was now very close to his mother’s clean shaven vagina. He remembered shaving it clean that morning in the bathroom. Jacinda could feel her son’s warm breath on the bottom of her pussy. He slowly approached his mother’s vagina and began kissing all around her labia. He had reached the gateway to the hole where he emerged from 18 years and 6 months ago. He had reached the sacred love hole that birthed him.
Hunter placed his mouth around his mother’s labia and pushed his tongue outwards through the gates of heaven into her vagina. Jacinda had never experienced this before. She now had fingers, dildos and her son’s penis enter these forbidden doors before. But now it was her own son’s moist, tender, soft tongue exploring the entrance of her pristine pussy. Hunter dug his tongue deeper and deeper inside his mother’s moist, hot pussy. As he continued to explore the depths of this cave with his tongue, his fingers were now playing with the skin on her belly.
He brought his thumb closer to the top of his mother’s clit, just above the opening of her pussy where her labia connected and began rolling his thumb in a circular motion. This was the same motion his mother would perform on herself when she would play with herself. She was surprised her son was performing the same action, since she had never shown him this trick. That’s when she realized their sexual union was inevitable. It was a godsend. They were meant to be together. They were not only Master and slave or lovers or mother and son. They were soulmates. Being her own son, Hunter was hardwired and born with this rare knowledge of his mother’s body, despite never being with a girl.
This realization, along with the pain from the riding crop and the foreign sensations of her son’s tongue dancing around inside her vagina was giving Jacinda another episode of sensory overload. Her tears continued rolling down her face and she was now screaming and moaning with a mix of emotions. Pain and pleasure combined to give Jacinda’s vagina one huge spray of juices as she blasted off a stream of orgasmic bliss directly into her son’s mouth, which happened to be right over her pussy.
Hunter’s tongue and his thumb seemed to have done magic on his mother’s private organs. She had climaxed on his face, giving him a fresh taste of the sexual lubricant brewed inside her vaginal caves. Hunter was beyond excited to taste the delicious juices oozing out of his mother’s vagina again. He loved tasting every inch, every part of her body and everything it secreted.
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