Hunter could now see a clear imprint of his palm and four fingers on his mother’s right buttcheek. Just then, he pushed her off of him, disconnecting his suction like mouth from her tiny asshole. Jacinda was sweaty, horny and breathing hard and fast. Hunter abruptly got off the bed to the left, facing the window. His mother observed as the muscles on his sweat covered body were sparkling in the sunshine gleaming in through the window. Hunter grabbed his mother’s hair and pulled her up towards him forcibly.
She was now standing up by the bedpost, half a foot away from his imposing 6 foot tall naked body. Jacinda had a horny, smirk on her face as her head was bent low but her eyes looked up at his. He still had a bunch of her hair in his hands and then he yanked her hair one more time towards the bathroom. He led her to the bathroom, almost dragging her like an animal.
Jacinda loved being overpowered and manhandled like this by her own son. She liked it when he got into his beast mode and treated her like a ragdoll and played with her body like he owned it. She loved it because she had accepted him as her owner. And he could do anything he wanted with his mother’s body. She followed her son to her bathroom. Once there, he spoke,
Hunter: Thanks for the great morning mom. Now, start your morning routine.
Jacinda was surprised again. She followed his direction. They had already been playing for a while and she was getting late to get to the kitchen and get ready for work. Jacinda got to her counter and pulled out her tooth brush, as she was about to wash it, Hunter grabbed it from her hand, leaving Jacinda confused. He was standing next to her counter, by the toilet. He began peeing into the toilet bowl. Jacinda thought he wanted her to get under his stream, but she didn’t move. She was stunned and wanted to see what he did.
Hunter then washed the head of his mother’s toothbrush in the stream of his urine, making sure it was drenched in his piss. Once its bristles were satisfactorily wet with his urine he handed it back to her. She took her now piss drenched toothbrush and squeezed toothpaste on it. Once Hunter was done peeing, he just stood there watching his mother, as she brushed her teeth with her toothbrush that was now doused in her son’s piss. Once she was done brushing her teeth. She was about to wash her face, but now Hunter grabbed her by her hair again and roughly yanked her down low. Jacinda got down on her knees close to the toilet bowl.
Hunter roughly dumped his mother’s head deep inside the toilet bowl. This gave her flashbacks of a couple of nights ago when he had her lap up his urine from the same toilet bowl. But instead of forcing her to drink it, he was now forcing her entire face down into his piss filled toilet bowl. Jacinda had her eyes closed and her face was now an inch deep in the dirty water of her own toilet bowl.
Hunter then flushed the toilet while holding his mother’s head in the bowl. The water gushing in from around her washed her face, hair and ears. Once the flush was done, he pulled her out. Jacinda had to hold her breath in all this while and she finally breathed a sigh of relief and inhaled deeply. She had just gone through a new humiliation by her Master. And after coming out of it, she was still smiling looking up to him. She felt dirty, naughty and wrong. But she had committed a lot of dirty acts in the last couple of days, each one more exciting than the last. As soon as she got up, she spoke.
Jacinda: Thank you Master. I love having these new experiences with you and how you dominate me.
Hunter hugged her and kissed her on the top of her head.
Hunter: Go get ready mom. Make me an extra coffee too.
He then left for his room to freshen up and get ready.
Jacinda now stood by her sink counter, looking in the mirror. Her hair was drenched wet, her face was wet and she had a wide grin on her face. Her son had just eaten out her ass, while she gave him an early morning blowjob. He had then made her brush her teeth in his piss drenched toothbrush and drowned her head in his own piss, flushing it down. It was the ultimate humiliation and degradation for any woman. But her smile showed how shameless and perverted she had gotten just in a matter of a couple of days. She enjoyed being treated like a sex slave by her son. She was loving the brand new experiences and sensations he put her through. She could feel herself again, in her otherwise boring, orderly, stale life.
Jacinda washed up her face, freshened up and went forth to the kitchen to kick off her day. Jacinda poured her morning lemon tea and coffee. As she was drinking her lemon tea, it reminded her of the lemonade incident that had kicked off the series of events which led to her submission to her son as a sex slave. It was only appropriate for a spill of lemonade for the mother and son to spark a feeling of attraction towards each other since a major part of their sexual play involved her son’s piss which looked like lemonade.
Jacinda chuckled at her own thoughts as she saw a text on her phone. It was from their trusted confidant, family attorney and business operations chief – Mr. Gomez. (More background in Ch. 01).
The text read “Good Morning Jacinda, hope you had a good weekend. I’ll be over around 9am. Don’t want to interrupt your work day. I have some papers for you to review and sign. See you soon”
Mr. Gomez was a close friend and associate of Hunter’s grandfather, Jacinda’s father in law. He was close to the family and would visit the mother and son every week. He would also keep in contact with Dan, Hunter’s father, who Jacinda was still married to.
Lost in her naughty thoughts, Jacinda was now slowly panicking how her and Hunter would come across with Mr. Gomez. She obviously didn’t want him to find out about her illicit relationship with her own son. Hunter was after all the heir to his grandfather’s estate. Upon Hunter’s insistence, Jacinda had also asked their house maid to not come in to work indefinitely. This worked in their favor since it allowed Hunter and Jacinda to play their depraved sexual games in the house and as recently as the night before, even outside the house.
Jacinda returned to her room. Took a shower, as Hunter had just finished his shower and was now drinking coffee in the dining room. When Jacinda was done she walked to her closet and saw the shopping bags from their shopping trip laying around. Jacinda was now in a new predicament. Was she going to wear the same clothes she usually did, or should she pick a new outfit from the bag that Hunter bought for her yesterday? She would have to be on zoom calls for work, but Mr. Gomez was going to be around. She couldn’t possibly wear one of the more risque outfits Hunter liked, in front of Mr. Gomez. It would show too much. She thought of a solution. She’d wear something more formal until Mr. Gomez comes but when he’s gone she can change into another outfit Hunter would like.
She put on a ‘Short Sleeve Collared Neck Stripe Shirt With Buttons’ that went down to her waist. And a pair of 3/4th jeans. It showed none of her cleavage with the top button ending just around her collar bone. She wore 3 thin necklaces with various pendants and a pair of earrings to complete her casual look. As she walked out towards the living room, Hunter, who was now sitting at the dining table, looked at his mom. He thought she looked beautiful. Jacinda was a bit nervous to face her son. But she was willing to explain.
Jacinda: Hunter, baby. Mr. Gomez is about to be here any minute. I just put this number on until he’s around okay honey?
Hunter: You look beautiful Mom.
Jacinda breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Hunter wouldn’t approve.
Hunter: But…. I made all this effort to pick out new outfits on our shopping trip yesterday and you pick that shirt?
Jacinda: But Hunter…What if Mr. Gomez…
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Hunter get up and walk towards her. Jacinda was now fighting with her inner submissive slut and the reverent woman that she was. The anticipation of what her son was about to do was exciting to her and sexually charged. At the same time, the fear of his actions jeopardizing their relationship being known to Mr. Gomez.
Hunter walked over to his mother and began unbuttoning her shirt from the top. He noticed she was not wearing a bra and that made him smile. At least she followed that instruction. He had now unbuttoned the top 3 buttons of her shirt. Jacinda just stood still for him to finish doing what he wanted to. Hunter paused after the fourth button. He had 3 more to go.
He put his hands close to Jacinda’s neck and caressed her neck, especially the love bite mark left behind from his passionate sucking of her skin. His hands touched her skin softly and his fingers roamed around her shoulders, her collar bones, her chest. Then in a sudden quick and rough flash, he swung his hand downwards. This sudden act of force ripped his mother’s shirt from the middle and broke all the remaining buttons.
Jacinda’s shirt was now unwearable. It had no buttons and hung open from the front, loose. Her tits were on display and so was her chest, her midriff and her belly. Her tiny little belly made a slight pudge over the waistband of her denim jeans. Hunter roughly grabbed his mother’s left breast and tugged at her nipples to pull her close to him, making her squirm and moan in pain. “Aaarghh” she yelled.
Just then, they heard the doorbell ring. Mr. Gomez was here. Jacinda panicked and looked at Hunter dead in the eyes with fear and panic. Hunter just casually smiled, roughly grabbed his mother by the neck pulled her in close to him to kiss her on her mouth. Jacinda who was now panicking in fear didn’t necessarily reciprocate to Hunter’s kiss. Mr. Gomez was right at the door as her son was roughly kissing her with her shirt wide open exposing her nude front torso, with broken buttons from her shirt laying on the floor. The tension, nervousness and fear was washing over her.
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