Literotic asexstories – Innocent Mom now Son's Slave Ch. 04 by banyadeewana1503,banyadeewana1503
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….continued from part 3. Please read all prior parts first.
Jacinda went back to her room. Tossed her tiny shorts in the laundry hamper. She had a skip and a hop in her step. For the first time in years, she was feeling young again. She felt sexy. She felt needed, wanted. And the man who wanted her, was her own son. He not only wanted her as a woman, as his lover, but now, his sex slave. And she had somewhat agreed. But she was still scared. She had decided it was time to file for divorce after years of being separated from her husband, Dan. Hunter’s father, Dan. Who would seldom check in on them. He was a crumbling alcoholic, living off of his father’s inheritance and spending it on alcohol and hookers.
Jacinda took her piss drenched loose white shirt off and tossed it in the laundry hamper. She undid her ponytail, walked to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Dried rivers of tears were clearly visible on her pristine, now flaky skin. Her skin was perfect. It was flaky, thanks to the dried semen ejaculated from her son’s penis. She was also covered in his piss.
She felt naughty, dirty. It was so taboo. But she enjoyed going to the depths of depravity with her son. Jacinda, twisted her body to the right and could see the reflection of her backside in the mirror. She could see the imprint of her son’s teeth firmly planted in red on her left butt cheek. She was already marked as his property. For the first time in her life, she felt like she belonged. She belonged to someone. She touched the bite mark left by her son, and oh it stung like hell. She let out a soft “ooooochpph” as she examined the new addition to her body. Everything that her son did to her was unexpected and a surprise. But she thoroughly enjoyed it all.
Walking under the hot shower, she washed her hair off her son’s semen and piss. As she was taking a shower, she began thinking to herself “Do I really want to be his sex slave? What did he really mean? What does this whole thing entail? What if someone finds out?” She was scared. Scared and anxious. On top of it all, she was excited. She finished her shower, rubbed lotion all over her body. Some more moisturizer on her face. Dried her hair off, applied coconut oil serum to her hair. That’s how she got that gorgeous shine in her long, luscious hair.
She walked out of the bathroom, back into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around her. As Jacinda was about to walk to her closet, she noticed a folded paper laying on her bed. This sheet of paper wasn’t here when she went into the bathroom earlier. Surely, Hunter must have placed it there. She did notice him writing something on paper on the living room coffee table. Curiously, she opened the sheet. And her pretty little mouth gaped wide open. Her jaw hit the floor and her big beautiful eyes bulged out of her skull as she read the title.
The sheet read as follows:
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Rules for my Sex Slave Mother Jacinda –
1) Jacinda is Hunter’s sex slave in every sense. Hunter is her owner. Jacinda is Hunter’s property. Hunter is Jacinda’s Master.
2) Jacinda is expected to do anything and everything, commanded by her Master. Any disobedience or discrepancy will result in a punishment of Master Hunter’s choosing.
3) Outside the house or in presence of outsiders, Master and Slave may act as son and mother again, however, Master Hunter’s orders still apply and are expected to be followed.
4) Jacinda can use her safeword at any point to convey her limits or put a stop to any act being performed. The safeword is “Magnets”.
5) Master Hunter has complete authority over adding, removing or amending any rules as he may seem fit.
6) Slave Jacinda should no longer wear any bras in or outside the house. In private or in public. Panties are optional and up to slave Jacinda’s liberty.
7) Slave Jacinda may continue to work her regular hours, but will have to cancel meetings and appointments as commanded by Master Hunter.
8) Slave Jacinda promises her undying love and monogamous commitment to her lover, her son, her master Hunter. She may not indulge in any romantic or sexual act with any person male or female, other than her Master, unless directed by Master.
“I’ll add more as we get comfortable in our new relationship. But this is a start. I love you Mom”
-H
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Jacinda had never imagined her life would take such a drastic turn within 2 days. She was reading a list of requests… or rather… rules… or… Orders from her Son. Who is now supposed to be her lover, her Master. Reading through the list, she felt embarrassed, humiliated yet extremely excited. She was genuinely excited for something for the first time in forever. The last time she felt this level of anxious excitement was when she found out she was pregnant. Pregnant with the same child, who has now grown up to be a strong, confident, assertive young man and her lover, Hunter. The same person, who she birthed and carried for nine months, was now going to be her owner. Her master. Was she ready to submit? Was she willing to be a slave? She wasn’t sure.
Hunter didn’t leave any room for negotiation in his commandments. Jacinda placed the paper on her night stand and went into her closet to get ready for the day. It was going to be a chores day, since the maids were told not to come in today. Which means, she was expected to cook, clean, do laundry and now, any other task her Master would assign to her.
Jacinda was trying to pick out something to wear for the day, but she couldn’t decide on anything specific. For years, she didn’t care and would just dress without much thought, yet looked absolutely stunning. But now, she was picking out her wardrobe with the thought of “What would Hunter like to see?” And that was a difficult decision. Despite being her son, she didn’t know much about her son’s preferences in a relationship or as a partner, let alone, as her owner. And that’s when she remembered him asking about the silky, shiny, black, satin belt. That belt was a part of a short, black, sexy lingerie set she had purchased online a few years ago. But never got the opportunity to wear or try it. She wanted to get rid of it or throw it away. But now she was going to wear it, because her son, her master, wanted to see her in it.
Jacinda dug through a few lingerie sets and picked them out. It was essentially a robe, quite opaque. But had a flimsy, rich, shiny, silky material. It was very soft. She put on the black silk robe and covered herself. It connected just above her cleavage, properly hiding it. The belt went around the plugs along her waist and she was able to fasten it on her left side. She looked in the mirror and felt it was a bit short, ending just under her butt in the back, exposing her shiny, smooth shapely legs. It still looked really good, she thought. She obviously didn’t wear a bra. She knew better. Bras were history as far as Jacinda was concerned. She had one last look at herself in the closet mirror, thought “That’ll do” and walked out.
Jacinda picked up her laundry hamper and walked towards the laundry room downstairs, next to the kitchen. She was loading up the washer and thought to check in with Hunter if he had any dirty clothes to wash. She skipped and hopped and went to her son’s room. Her master’s bedroom. Hunter was in the shower. She looked in his closet and found his laundry basket. Jacinda grabbed the basket and walked towards the washer to wash his clothes in the same spin cycle.
As she was loading up the washer, she noticed several underwear with obvious white teenage stains on them. Most of Hunter’s boxers and underwear had stains of semen. It was dry and crisp. She picked out the last pair from his laundry basket. This was a pair of tight briefs with a pocket in the front for a jock-strap. She noticed this particular underwear was especially very dirty and had multiple stains in the front. She felt naughty and brought the underwear close to her nose. She could still smell the pungent stench of residual dried pee and crusty cum on this underwear. But there was something about sniffing her own son’s musky, dirty underwear that was tempting. Jacinda bit the bottom of her lip in excitement. She could just imagine her teenage son wearing this underwear, playing ball out in the sun. This piece of cotton, strapped to his sweaty crotch, as his thighs and ass rub against its fabric. His penis oozing droplets of piss and remnants of semen drying on these briefs.
As her eyes were closed and she was lost in thought, Hunter walked into the laundry room. She felt his presence, this time he smelled fragrant. Fresh and crisp, out of the shower. He had a plain gray tank top on and a pair of shorts. Hunter looked at her and smiled. Jacinda smiled back at her son.
Hunter: Did you read your rules?
Jacinda: Yes, I did.
Hunter: And….?
Jacinda: It’s uhmm interesting. I think…maybe I can try to do it.
Hunter: Good girl.
When Jacinda heard her son say “Good girl”, it was like music to her years. She grew up in a strict, uptight, conservative family. And she would rarely hear that from her own parents or any elder in authority at school or college. Now, her son was the one in charge of her. And he just gave her the sweetest of gifts. He acknowledged her. He appreciated her. He called her a good girl. She felt protected, cared, adored and loved by this man. This man, who is now her Master. Her own flesh and blood, her son. As Jacinda continued blushing in response to Hunter’s “Good Girl” comment, Hunter came up close to her. He snatched his dirty soiled underwear from her hands, rolled it up bundled into a small ball.
Hunter: Open your mouth, Mom.
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