Hunter: I will use those on you Mom, soon enough. I just think, your body needs some time to recover.
Jacinda: Use me honey, use me, degrade me, abuse me.
Hunter: I love when you get like this mom. I do enjoy playing with you, roughly using you and fucking you madly. I like it when you feel the pain. It makes me so hard and turns me on. But I also know I love you. And I want to keep you safe. I’ll protect you. You’re my lover and my sex slave, and on top of it all, you’re my mother. You’ve taken care of me for all these years and I’m going to take good care of you now.
Jacinda had tears in her eyes. Their roles had reversed. Just a few days ago, Hunter was her son who she would mother and take care of. Now he was her owner and Master. But he was also being protective of her. He loved whipping her, brutally slapping her, fucking her, biting her. But he also loved holding her in his arms, cuddling her, caressing her. He treated her body with disdain, degraded her, humiliated her but only when he wanted her sexually. He still loved her as a woman and respected her as his mother. The complexity in their lives and additional roles was overwhelming for them both. But they both knew they couldn’t live without each other and wanted each other more than anything else in the world.
The mother and son showered together. Hunter made sure to clean his mother well. They made love in the shower. They didn’t fuck or have sex, just made love. He paid extra attention to her back and ass. He made sure to be careful with her back. Once they were done with their shower, he applied some healing ointments on her back and butt. She no longer smelled like a public urinal, instead she had a sweet, floral scent to her. Hunter also helped her apply moisturizer on her breasts and lotion all over her body. He loved the view of his mother’s body painted in his harsh, brutal wounds but he also loved her beautiful, soft, smooth skin.
Jacinda put on her “Glossy Pure Silk Short Robe For Women” by Silksilky (search it) since it was smooth and didn’t irritate her freshly whipped back. She was already ordered to never wear bras again. Jacinda did put on a pair of black lace panties. They finished their morning routine rather uneventfully.
It was now 9am. Hunter cooked eggs benedict for him and his mother for breakfast. They finished their breakfast and were just sitting on the living room couch, cuddling when they heard the doorbell ring. Hunter was wearing his basketball shorts and a tee shirt. He went to get the door but noticed on the door security camera who was at the door and stood still for a couple of seconds.
Jacinda: Baby, who is it?
Hunter: Stay on the couch, mom. Don’t get up.
Jacinda: But Hunter, who is it?
Hunter: It’s Dad.
Jacinda was shocked but not in a good way. She hadn’t seen Hunter’s dad in a while, not since a couple of days before Christmas. And it was now the middle of June. He would also never show up unannounced. Hunter and Jacinda weren’t expecting anybody this morning, but Dan was the last person they thought would show up. It was no longer his house. He grew up in it with his father, Hunter’s grandfather Daniel Sr. But for the last 15 years, he had lived by himself with his father’s inheritance, blowing it up on hookers and alcohol. (Read Ch. 01 for reference).
Hunter opened the door and his father barged in yelling for Jacinda without acknowledging his son standing at the door who he hadn’t seen in six months.
Dan: Where is she? Where the fuck is that skank…(Notices her by the couch) YOU BITCH!!! What the fuck did you do?
Jacinda was scared and stood there silently. Dan started walking close to her yelling obscenities at her with a paper in his hand.
Dan: Gomez sent me this today. What the fuck is this shit?
Jacinda: th..that’s ..just Dan. calm down. I..I don’t know…
Dan: DIVORCE??! You want a Divorce, now? You fucking Cunt. You stole my house, my friends, my family, that’s not enough for you??… What do you want now?
Jacinda: I..err…
Jacinda was petrified. She wanted nothing from her husband. They practically had no relationship for 15 years. But she was terrified of him in that moment more than anything else, because the reason she wanted a divorce is the fact that she had started a lovely incestuous relationship with her own son. Dan’s son, Hunter. As Dan continued yelling and spitting obscenities at Jacinda, he was getting extremely aggressive and close to her.
Jacinda: I don’t want anything Dan. I just want a Divorce.
Hunter: Dad, calm down. And stop yelling at her like that.
Dan: (Looking at Hunter and pointing at him) You shut up, this has nothing to do with you. Stay out of it. Don’t tell me what to do, I’m your father.
Little did he know, his son had everything to do with the divorce notice in his hands. He continued yelling at Jacinda and called her various names.
Dan: Look at you, you fucking skank, you’re barely dressed. Is this how you dress in front of your son, you fucking slut. Why do you want a Divorce from me now? After all these years. I left you alone, didn’t I?
Hunter: Dad, stop calling her that. Calm down.
Jacinda begins sobbing right there.
Dan: You stay out of it young man. You have no idea how angry I am right now. Ask your mother…you and her wouldn’t have any of this if it wasn’t for me. She only got this luxurious life, the maids, the cars, this big house, it’s my house. She charmed my dad and stole it all from me.
Jacinda: (sobbing profusely) That’s not true, Dan you know it…
Dan: Shut up you slut. Why the divorce now? Are you fucking somebody else? Did you find a new man? By the way you’re dressed, it certainly seems that way, fucking bitch!
Hunter had heard enough. He tried to calm his narcissistic father down, twice. Jacinda was terrified and crying, except these were tears of horrible toxicity his father had caused her over the years. He couldn’t take it anymore and just as he watched Dan aggressively flailing his arms getting closer and closer to his mom, he grabbed his father by the arm and pulled him towards him.
Dan was surprised with the strength in his son’s arms. The years of alcohol and terrible lifestyle had caused him to gain a lot of weight. He had lost his hair and had dark circles around his heavy eyebags. He was no longer good looking, like he was in his college days when he started dating Jacinda. Dan had now lost his temper and tried to push him away, Hunter did fall back a couple of steps. This made Jacinda cry out for her son.
Jacinda: Hunter….Careful.. Dan, stop it!
Dan turned back around and was about to walk towards Jacinda. He was already aggressive and in a mood. When suddenly he felt his arm being grabbed again from behind him. And this time, Hunter had a firm grasp on his father’s arm. Hunter pulled Dan’s arm and swung his right hand in the air about to take a swing at his own father’s face. With his palm closed in a fist and his hand raised up high, Hunter was about to punch his own father. But he paused and stopped in his tracks.
Just the thought of the onslaught about to be unleashed on him by his son, had Dan flinching for a second and fell back a couple of steps, tripped on the couch and fell to the floor. He stumbled and got up from the floor, realizing his son could have punched him out if he wanted to. He was taken aback by his son’s strength and muscles. Dan could have never imagined he would be in a physical altercation with his own son.
Hunter: You stay away from my mother, you understand?
Dan stumbled back up to his feet and began walking away from Jacinda. His face had a look of shock, disgust and fear on it.
Dan: You….You…you’re gonna hit your own dad huh? You’re gonna punch your own father?
Hunter: I could, I really want to. But my mother didn’t raise me to be a loser piece of shit like you.
Dan: Oh I’m the piece of shit???? And what about that skimpily dressed skank there. Who’s she spreading her legs for?
Hunter was now furious.
Hunter: (In an angry, stern, assertive voice) You stop talking to her that way. You treat this woman with respect.
Jacinda just stood there with tears in her eyes. She was awestruck at her son’s commanding tone and assertiveness towards his father. Dan fearfully just took a couple of steps back away from both his wife and son.
Hunter: You are right, she would have none of this without you. Not the house, not the luxuries and none of the sorrow and distress either. She spent all these years without anybody to give her any bit of joy or happiness. She spent her entire life in depression and regret. Regret of marrying you. She sacrificed her job and career to be with you and you chose alcohol and hookers over this beautiful, perfect woman.
Dan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had never heard his son talk like this. Hunter was always quiet and timid. He was resentful of Dan. Every dinner or occasional meetups they would arrange, it would just be Dan talking about his life. Hunter just spent time with him because Dan was his father. Dan’s ego, his narcissism was the sole reason for his own loneliness and downfall. His reliance on alcohol and his narcissistic tendencies had made him completely delusional. Hunter continued…
Hunter: We’re lucky grandpa had some sense and made sure he took care of mom before he passed. You would have run all the businesses into the ground. I’m going to tell you one last time, and yes it’s a threat. You leave me and my mother alone. Sign the divorce papers, finish the process as easy as it could be. If you cause anymore chaos or trouble in our lives, I’ll personally make sure I forget everything my mother taught me and put you in the hospital.
Dan: Are you listening to this Jacinda? This is the monster you’ve created. He wants to kill his own father. Good job, you failed as a wife and you failed as a mother.
Hunter had now totally lost it and started walking towards Dan, grabbed him by the collar and pushed him hard, towards the door. Dan fell to the ground, easily overpowered by his teenage son.
Dan: Get off me. Dont get closer. I’m leaving. I don’t want to be here anyway. You both have lost it. You want a divorce Jacinda….You got it. But remember, you’re not divorcing me, I’M DIVORCING YOU!!! Fuck off and live your pathetic life.
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