Jacinda’s eyes went wide and mouth agape as she gasped feeling the ceramic end of the buttplug enter her anal cavity. She now learned what her son was trying to do. Hunter had completely inserted a buttplug in his mother’s ass. Then pulled her panties back up and adjusted her dress so she looked dolled up once again.
Hunter: Now Mom. That’s going to stay in you until I order you to take it out. Is that understood?
Jacinda: But baby, how will I…uhhghh..it already hurts.
Hunter: Good. It’s supposed to. What if you start your period again, I’m going to use your ass. This will help open it up.
Jacinda: Honey, but how will I walk and sit at the dinner table?
Hunter: I guess we’re about to find out.
Jacinda: Hunter, please can I just take it out for…
Before she could finish, she saw her son’s hand go high up in the air and swing quickly in a flash landing on the left side of her cheek. She was suddenly slapped by her own son. The sting from the slap instantly sent tingles down her spine to her vagina and Jacinda was reminded of her position as her son’s sex slave.
Hunter: If this buttplug comes out of your ass, something bigger is going into it. And you’ll be punished on top of it.
Jacinda: Okay Master!
Hunter: Good girl. Now follow me.
Hunter led his mother out of their suite as they began walking down the hallway towards the elevator. Jacinda was clearly struggling to walk in the sexy tight dress, wearing high heels and a buttplug lodged in her asshole. She was not only walking funky but with every movement, the buttplug made contact with the inner walls of the skin in her rectum making it stretch and hurting her more. She somehow made it to the elevator and they both walked towards the dining hall.
Once in the dining area, Hunter picked a booth to sit at for dinner. He was waiting for Jacinda to get in the booth, but she just stood still by the edge of the table.
Hunter: What’s wrong? Take a seat.
Jacinda: Ugh, Hunter….it hurts, in there (Pointing to her ass)
Hunter: So it’s working. Take a seat Mom.
Jacinda tried to get in under the table and slowly placed her ass on the seat. Her eyes were now closed and her face clearly showed the foreign pain she was feeling in her asshole. As she sat down in the booth, her entire body weight now fell on her buttocks making the buttplug lodge inside her. The tip of the plug now touched the innermost walls of her rectum, further making her feel uncomfortable in the state of agony.
Hunter ordered food for the two of them. Jacinda was drinking red wine which was all on the house. She noticed the blonde girl, Chelsea from the pool walk in the dining lounge with her friends. She kept staring at them, uncomfortably. Hunter noticed his mother staring at the entrance and he also looked over to find the same group of five girls entering the dining lounge. They got seated, not too far from Hunter and Jacinda. Hunter noticed the hot blonde, Chelsea with her friends and they all were wearing very sexy dresses.
Chelsea had a loose black designer camisole on and her tanned, toned skin looked very sexy in combination with her bright, blonde hair. The girls were having a lot of fun when Hunter noticed a couple of them looking towards him. They smiled and Hunter returned a smile. Jacinda noticed the glances her son was exchanging with the group of girls. For how much she loved him, a slight bit of envy did start to creep into her.
Once their dinner was done, Hunter offered his hand to help Jacinda get up out of her seat in the booth. She did have trouble getting up with her anus plugged deep. Chelsea and the girls noticed this and were talking amongst themselves. Jacinda overheard one of the girls say “He’s such a stud, look how he helps the older lady out”. And another girl said “He’s just being a gentleman. I wish I had a boy like him”. Just then she saw Chelsea look over and smile at Hunter. She was playing with her hair as she looked at him with a glint in her eyes.
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Hunter just smiled and walked out of the dining lounge, hand in hand with his mother who was walking with her hips swaying to accommodate for the buttplug in her anus.
Jacinda: Where to now, Master?
Hunter: To the club!
Jacinda: Oh, what club?
Hunter: A nightclub.
Jacinda: Hunter, I’ve never been! And you’re only 18, will they let you in? Aren’t you supposed to be 21 to enter clubs?
Hunter: International waters, Mom. 18+ is allowed. Just have to be an adult.
Jacinda was excited to go to a nightclub. She had never been to one in her entire life. She was more so looking forward to going with her son, her lover. At the age of 42, she felt like her lost younger days were returning being the girlfriend of her own 18 year old son. However, her son was also now her Master and the buttplug in her anus was a constant reminder for her as her son’s sex slave. She loved being humiliated in these ways by her son. Despite her resistance, she was slowly beginning to enjoy the taboo excitement of being in public with a hidden buttplug inside her.
Once Jacinda and Hunter entered the club, it was unlike anything they had seen before. In their small hometown in the middle of nowhere Texas, they had no access to nightclubs. Jacinda hadn’t been dancing since her high-school days, and that was just cheer practice which she was bad at. The nightclub had two floors, it was very dark and there were lots of strobing lights and lasers. There were lots of people in their twenties dancing on the floor, some drinking. Most girls were dressed rather provocatively and the guys all looked like they had to follow a dress code fo black shirts and a silver chain with gelled hair. The club had a bar on all four sides.
Jacinda followed Hunter as he approached a bar facing the dance floor in the center of the club. He ordered two drinks at the bar. Jacinda looked at him surprised, since she knew Hunter did not drink. Once their drinks arrived, Jacinda took a sip from her glass, it was a cocktail. Hunter just held his glass in his hand and watched his mother sip on her drink. Jacinda watched curiously as Hunter didn’t drink from his glass, but just held it in his hands. Minutes passed and they noticed the same group of girls from the dining hall earlier, Chelsea and her friends entering the nightclub. The DJ had some 90’s disco music playing. Some of the girls from Chelsea’s group did some shots, right next to Hunter and Jacinda and straight away hit the dance floor.
Chelsea and her friend now took possession of a small, round standing table where they placed some of their drinks and watched the dance floor. Jacinda had now finished drinking her drink as she looked mysteriously at her son, who had his eyes locked on at Chelsea and her friends. There were definitely some naughty eye-contact from Chelsea. She really thought he was a hot guy and was still envious of Jacinda. She didn’t understand why such a hot teenage stud like him would be with his older looking woman. She thought she was definitely hotter than Jacinda. Little did she know, that hot woman was Hunter’s own mother and his sex slave.
Since Jacinda’s glass of cocktail now only contained cubes of ice, Hunter gave her his glass to drink more and took her glass in his hands. Jacinda started sipping from the straw. She loved the delicious drink and was relieved to know that Hunter wasn’t going to drink, so she drank his cocktail too. Hunter wanted his mother to relax and the alcohol was to make sure she loses her inhibitions and increases her pain tolerance for what was in store for her that night.
They were interrupted by Chelsea, who greeted Jacinda with a fake smile and looked at Hunter.
Chelsea: Hey Hunter, you look really good.
Hunter: Thank you.
Chelsea: We’re in a club, why aren’t you guys dancing?
Hunter: Well, we’re waiting on Mo…uhmm..Jacinda here to finish her drink.
Chelsea now turned towards Jacinda,
Chelsea: Jacinda, do you mind if I borrow your boyfriend for a minute on the dance floor?
Before Jacinda could speak, Chelsea grabbed Hunter by his hand and pulled him towards the dance floor. Chelsea was a hot blonde who had a couple of tequila shots in her and wore a sexy red outfit which showed off a lot of cleavage and her hot, toned, fit body. She pulled Hunter to the dance floor and started dancing with him. She was leading him all along and getting very handsy with him. Hunter was following along and they danced to the music for a bit. All the while, Jacinda stared at them with envy. Jacinda was now drinking her own cocktail and had the other glass full of ice cubes in her other hand, gripping it tightly in anger.
“How dare she take him away from me? Look at her, she’s getting so handsy with him! Ugh Why’s he dancing with that skank?! She’s dressed like a whore!”. Jacinda had a million thoughts running through her mind, but what she was feeling was an intense envy and possessiveness over her son. Jacinda’s face was now flushing red and she was waiting for her son to get back as she had downed her second drink. Now the alcohol doing its work, Jacinda was beginning to let loose a little. She was still standing at the bar, watching her son dance with the hot blonde.
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