***All the characters in this story are over 18 years of age. This is just a fantasy and not a real story. It includes strong themes of incest, romance, BDSM, male domination, fem humiliation and water sports. If you're not comfortable, please stop reading.***
Please read all prior parts for the story to connect and make sense.
(This chapter is formatted slightly differently from the rest with a few mini episodes to portray the events that now take place in the incestuous mother and son's daily lives.)
...Continued from Part 14
Once a traditional, religious, classy, pious and dutiful mother next door, Jacinda had turned into her son's lover and submissive slut over the summer. Her eighteen year old son, Hunter had not only made love to her, but taken unprecedented liberties with her body taking his mother to the depths of sexual depravity. The 42 year old milf who was naturally beautiful didn't know the submissive painslut that resided deep inside her, until her taboo relationship with her son started. It was all wrong, taboo, forbidden in every way and that's what made it so much fun for the mother and son. Jacinda, having recently divorced Hunter's father, didn't have much time being single since she was already having sex with her son who had proposed to marry her on their cruise vacation.
Upon their return from the cruise and tour to Jacksonville where Hunter was going to start undergrad in the coming months, some obvious changes had transpired in the mother and son's home life. Since they were financially well set and had a machine of businesses running the empire that Hunter's grandfather and Jacinda's father-in-law had setup, the couple didn't have much to complain about on the material front. Since returning from their vacation, their trusted family confidant, attorney and business operator, Mr. Gomez was now training and teaching Hunter the fundamentals of their businesses, knowing he was the right heir to the empire. Jacinda had raised her son with these expectations and he was a good kid, coachable, quick learner, extremely smart and gentlemanly to the outside world. Anyone who met him would praise his mother for being raised so well.
Little did they know, Jacinda used to feel the guilt for the overprotective upbringing of her son, to make sure he didn't turn out like his father. A good for nothing, egotistical, narcissist who was addicted to alcohol and hookers. Thankfully, Hunter's grandfather looked after Jacinda and Hunter in his Will before he passed. Hunter was a thorough gentleman to the rest of the world, but had a lot of pent up sexual energy which he had spent watching extreme, brutal BDSM porn during his formative teenage years. Now that he had begun an illicit relationship with the only woman in his world worthy of his love, his own mother who birthed him, he acted on all his sexual desires with her. Their love was pure, deep, passionate, soft, kind, protective for each other; and their lovemaking, filthy, extreme, rough, painful, brutal.
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Since Jacinda had accepted her son as her Master and become his willing sex slave and painslut, they had performed unimaginable acts of taboo and depravity with each other. What used to be her office in their basement, was now a sex dungeon, and as her Master, the teen had used all sorts of bondage and submission equipment on his subservient mother. The 42 year old MILF was naturally gorgeous, but now sported accessories on her body in the form of sore, red stripes inflicted by the wood cane on her back. Her ass was decorated in spots of bluish purple wounds and more remnants from her brutal caning.
They had now completely adjusted to their new way of living together as an engaged couple and Master & slave, still keeping their relationship a secret. It was only a matter of time before they would move to Jacksonville, for Hunter's university. This summer had been eventful to say the least, as the mother and son's lives had completely transformed. Jacinda still took her client meetings, but had no privacy or control over her own body or the way she dressed. Hunter, her teenage son, her lover, her fiance and Master had complete ownership of his mother. She had willfully committed herself to fulfilling all his desires. Because his desires were now hers too.
After their brutal BDSM session in their newly formed sex dungeon in the basement, Hunter and Jacinda would often find themselves exploring new acts of sexual depravity with each other. Just a few months ago, Jacinda had never imagined sex outside of basic vanilla, missionary position. But now she was a fiend for pain and being a submissive for her own son. Hunter took advantage of his mother's submission and used her in ways she had never imagined. Jacinda felt that her methods of being an overprotective mom attributed to his addiction to BDSM porn in his teenage years. It was only fair she became the subject of his wildest imagination.
Hunter would now frequently and freely use his mother while they performed trivial daily tasks. Since they had let go of their maids and house-help, Jacinda would clean and cook, do laundry and be responsible for the upkeep of the house. In the house she would now only wear her silk robes or a white spaghetti top or tank top. She was banned from wearing bras obviously but panties were up to her discretion. But Jacinda now preferred to roam around the house with no underwear at all. She loved getting her handsome, teenage son's attention. She liked how he used her like a sex object, mercilessly and with complete ownership.
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Episode 1 - "I'll live and breathe for my son"
One afternoon, Jacinda was busy vacuum cleaning the living room. Hunter had just emerged out of his room and watched from atop the stairs as his mother went about her cleaning business wearing just a black tank top and a short white skirt. The vacuum cleaner was at its loudest and Hunter tiptoed, sneaking behind his mother. She couldn't hear him approach from behind her, Hunter picked up the cord attached to the vacuum cleaner going into the wall socket and suddenly looped it over his mother's head around her neck, choking her tightly with it.
The sudden jerk and surprise alarmed Jacinda momentarily, but once she realized it was her son, she felt safe again and let go of her inhibitions for him to take control. Hunter pulled on the cord around his mother's neck with force, choking her out. The force had pulled the wire out of the wall and Jacinda started gasping in pain. Hunter was aware, she had a rape fantasy which she had confessed to during one of their lengthy discussions in the jacuzzi bathtub, and he was more than willing to oblige her of it. Jacinda's face went pale and was eventually turning blue as Hunter held his mother in the position with the cord around her neck acting like a noose.
His six feet tall frame was easily overpowering and he noticed his mother's hands going frail and her legs losing balance when he slowly undid the cord allowing oxygen back into her lungs. Jacinda's eyes popped open and had turned red, once she regained her senses after her unforeseen stranglehold. She instantly turned around and hugged her son, sinking her head in his strong, muscular chest, thanking him for using her.
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Episode 2 - "It's dinner time"
Another such occasion was when Jacinda was cooking supper in the kitchen. She had mashed potatoes almost ready to go and was waiting on her steak and veggies in the oven. She wore a loose beige spaghetti top and jean shorts with an apron over the ensemble. She heard Hunter return to the house after a game of basketball with his friends. He immediately went to the kitchen and kissed his mother on her lips. Then went around her nibbling on the back of her neck, tasting, biting her ears, licking her cheeks and smooching all over her exposed shoulders. Hunter undid her apron and let it fall to the floor, grabbed a knife on the counter, and used it to cut the thin string on the right side of her spaghetti top off her right shoulder.
He played with the knife in his hands and touched the cold, shiny, sharp metal ends by his mother's neck, slowly sliding it along her jaw, going down her chest, through the middle of her breasts.
Jacinda: mmmhmmmm...Honey...careful with that.
Hunter: Shhshhhhh.....quiet slave.
Jacinda knew her son was in a mood. She trusted him blindly but the thrill and risk of getting hurt by a knife was turning her on too. Hunter slowly proceeded to cut her spaghetti top in all directions, roughly turning it into just a bunch of rags. Once he was satisfied, his strong, muscular arms pulled and ripped the top off his mother's torso, leaving her standing topless in the kitchen (reminiscent of Ch.02). It was still peak summer with the gas stove and oven still cooking their supper, Jacinda's skin showed beads of sweat all over. Hunter went down to his mother's back which still had light remnants of the cane whips all over it and licked the sweat off her back, gliding his tongue from the bottom of her spine going all the way up to her neck.
