Hunter: Mom, are you still on your period?
Jacinda: Yes honey.
Hunter: So, it’s day 2?
Jacinda: Mmmhmm
Hunter: Did you like it when I fucked your ass last night?
Jacinda: It was very painful in the beginning, honey. You’re too big for my vagina, let alone my butt. I had never had my butt stretched like that before. But after a while it felt really good. Another new sensation. It was a completely new and unique experience. Just feeling your gorgeous penis inside of me gets me so worked up. And those electric shocks on my nipples, they made me orgasm so hard.
Hunter: You better get used to it Mom. We’ve been fucking for almost a week now. And I know your body is sore. I have a lot of energy but I can contain myself. I want to fuck you day and night. But I also want to give your body some time to rest and heal.
Jacinda: You’re such a good son and lover. This is what I love about you Hunter. You’re this perfect, ideal, caring son. The best son any mother could have. And you’re this wonderful lover. I’m so lucky to fall in love with my own son. But you also have this sexy sadistic side to you when you’re aroused and you manhandle me. The way you grab my hair, the way you touch me, its so hot and turns me on so much. Makes me want to submit and give in to you Hunter. You’re my son, my lover and my Master. And as much pain you like to inflict on my body, you still care about me, you still love me.
Hunter: I do Mom. I love you very much. I love feeling your skin on mine. I love everything about you. You’re not only the best mother, but the perfect woman, the ideal woman and a sexy woman. My hot girlfriend. You’re so sexy mom.
Jacinda: I don’t know Hunter. I am older. Maybe 10 years from now, you may not find me as attractive. I’m surprised you think I’m hot right now, when I’m 42.
Hunter: I promise, that’ll never happen. You’re the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world. And you’re mine. I own you.
Jacinda: Yes honey, I’m yours.
The mother and son kissed and cuddled and made out before going to sleep. That night, they didn’t have any sex. No hardcore, brutal BDSM play. No sexual intercourse, no anal. Jacinda’s body got some much needed rest. Jacinda’s period cramps were getting very painful and she was feeling unwell. Hunter helped Jacinda by massaging her body with lotion and placed a heat pack on her belly, under her belly button. He was taking good care of his mother, unlike ever before.
Prior to their incestuous relationship, Hunter wouldn’t even know if his mother was on her period. She pretended like it was nothing. Now that she was sexually active again after over 17 years, with her own son, there was nothing to hide between the two. Hunter fulfilled his duties as a caring son and a loving partner. He was the perfect boyfriend any woman could have asked for. The kind of man Jacinda never had in her life.
As Jacinda laid in her bed, cuddling with her son, she made one request.
Jacinda: Hunter, honey I don’t have many meetings tomorrow. And I’m almost done packing for our trip today. We only have tomorrow (Friday) before we leave. I was wondering, maybe I’d go to church tomorrow.
Hunter: As you wish Mom. But why Church on a Friday?
Jacinda: It’ll be a week since that fateful evening last friday, when I took you up on your offer to rub and massage moisturizer on my shoulders and back…and you know what happened next. Since then, we’ve performed so many acts of sin and depravity. I didn’t go to church last Sunday either honey. You know, how important God is in my life.
Hunter: I know Mom. And I know you tried to teach me all the good values which I’m grateful for. I wouldn’t be half the man I am, without you. God and religion is just something I don’t connect with. I never felt like God was kind to me. Giving me all this wealth, but a terrible person as a father. And you, my mother, had to endure the sorrow and live a joyless life all these years.
Jacinda: Honey I know. I’m not forcing you to come.
Hunter: I don’t mind coming with you mom. I just fear, if you go to church, maybe you’ll feel guilty about us being together, you know, being mother and son, doing what we’re doing. I’m afraid your conservative religion will make you regret what we have and pull you away from me.
Jacinda: On the contrary Hunter. I don’t feel any guilt or regret being with you, in every way. I want to go to Church to thank God. I’m grateful. I know I’m committing a grave sin having sex with my own son. But honey, I don’t regret that one bit. I’ll confess it to God, but thank him for bringing you into my life the way you are. I’ve always had you as my son, but now, as my man, my protector, my lover and….and also my…..ugh I don’t know if I can say that in front of God..
Hunter: Your Master. Say it.
Jacinda: Yes honey, as my Master. I love being your sex slave Mother. I’ve become a totally submissive pain slave. And I love every moment of it. I don’t regret it. And I’m grateful for it.
Hunter: Okay Mom. If that’s the case, I’ll join you at church.
Jacinda: You will?
Hunter: Yes.
Jacinda: Oh my god, hunter that would be so great. You haven’t been to church in years.
Hunter: Yeah I know. It’s been 2-3 years, I think. I’ll join you, but I have one condition.
Jacinda: What is it honey? I’m so happy you’re going to come to church with me, I’ll accept any condition.
Hunter: Good then. My only condition is, I’ll pick what you wear to church tomorrow.
Jacinda: Hunter….I know where you’re going with this..But listen, I accept. Just…Just make sure it’s not something too revealing. There are people there I know and Father Peter, he’s known us all our lives. There will be kids there too.
Hunter: Don’t worry mom. I know what I’m doing. You’ll find out your wardrobe for church tomorrow.
Jacinda was overjoyed to hear that her son wanted to join her to church tomorrow. Hunter didn’t care for god or religion, he just offered to join to make his mother happy and he was successful in that quest. Jacinda’s visit to church was going to be significant. It was an announcement of sorts, a rebellion, an intervention. Her life has drastically changed in the last one week. She had begun a sinful yet satisfying incestuous, dominant-submissive relationship with her own son. She wanted to open her heart out in prayer with God.
To Jacinda, her son was nothing but a blessing in every way. She had accepted him as her Master, her protector. And until this point, her protector was her Lord and Savior. Now that she had found the man who she was willing to blindly submit and serve, she no longer had the need for God. She was going to church, to make it known to her beliefs, her religion, her God, that she was no longer serving the church. She was serving her new Master, her owner, her son – Hunter. This was a significant moment in Jacinda’s 42 years of life.
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It was now Friday morning, and as usual Hunter woke up with the warm, moist, soft feeling of his mother’s mouth on his giant morning wood. Jacinda made sure to blow her master well until he once again finished in her mouth. Jacinda was now getting used to this morning routine and loved tasting her son’s semen in her mouth every day. Occasionally he would also surprise her with his piss but he didn’t use her as his urinal that day. The early morning pee was the most difficult for Jacinda to swallow, since it was brewed overnight in her son’s bladder. It was the most pungent tasting.
Hunter and Jacinda had breakfast, showered and got ready for church. Hunter was already wearing dress pants and a white shirt with a dark blue tie. He waited on his mother’s bed until she walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was still wet, her skin was glowing, fresh out of the shower. As Jacinda stood in front of the mirror drying her hair with another towel, Hunter walked up to her and stood close behind her.
He could still see light remnants of the brutal bite mark left behind on her left shoulder by him. She smelled intoxicating and fresh, with hints of lavender and vanilla emanating from her wet skin. Jacinda watched in the mirror with a smile as her six feet tall handsome, hunk of a son looked dapper. She watched his eyes, as they followed all along her skin and her neck. Hunter put his fingers in his mother’s towel and pulled it. The towel came off and fell to the floor as Jacinda now stood naked inches away from her son. Hunter was getting hard just being that close to his nude mother, especially when she looked that fresh and smelled mesmerizing.
Jacinda: Honey, you were supposed to pick my wardrobe for the church.
Hunter: Yes I was, but now, maybe I just want you to stay naked and make love to you.
Jacinda blushed and chuckled. She loved that she had that effect on her teenage son. She loved being his muse and the reason for his boner. It gave her the validation she never received before and made her feel attractive.
Jacinda: Oh I’d love that too honey. But don’t forget, we’re going to Church.
Hunter: Ugh, I know. Give me one sec.
Hunter ran into his mother’s closet and she could hear him rummaging through her wardrobe. He returned with a light pink colored ‘Pina Colada Tunic by the brand Free People'(google it). Jacinda wore the dress Hunter had picked and she looked very sexy in it. It was just a loose, long, sleeveless tank top with thick straps over her shoulders and a plunging back and neckline, in the form of a mini dress. Jacinda’s boobs were not huge, it didn’t show much cleavage, but it very easily exposed her sideboobs since the sleeves around her arms plunged really low, showing off part of her ribs too. It was a mini dress and ended around halfway through Jacinda’s thighs.
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