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, and BDSM. If you're not comfortable, please stop reading.
In Part 1, more of a prelude, you learned how Jacinda, a sweet, young, innocent, smart, conservative girl marries a rich, handsome hunk she met in college and regrets it. They have a son, Hunter, now 18 years old. Present day.
It's 6pm on a Thursday evening, and Hunter is just returning home from a day out playing basketball with his friends. He has recently finished high school and is awaiting college offers and choices. It's a hot summer's day, early June and Hunter has sweat dripping off his forehead. He has that musky teenage scent lingering behind him. His clothes are dirty and hair messy.
Hunter walks towards the kitchen, as his house-help offers him some water. Hunter messes around the kitchen and fixes himself a nice cold drink of lemonade, by himself.
Now, 6' tall, Hunter has grown into a leaner, stronger version of his father at his age. The same father who he rarely sees anymore. The same father, he knows who doesn't care for him, or his mother. For Hunter, his mother, Jacinda, has raised him. He knows the sacrifices she has made for him. He's well aware of the estate his grandfather has left for him. But because of Jacinda's upbringing, Hunter is a well behaved, yet typical teenager. He doesn't drink, do drugs or smoke. He swore off drinking, having known what alcohol had done to his dad and his family.
Sipping on his cold lemonade, Hunter wipes a line of sweat off his forehead before walking upstairs towards his bedroom, when he notices his mom's bedroom door slightly ajar.
Curious to see if she's home, Hunter calls out for her "Mom....".
The silence piqued his curiosity as he knocked on the half open door, "Mom.... are you he...." Underestimating the strength in his own muscles, one knock opened the door as it slowly exposed his mom's bedroom.
Knowing Jacinda, her bedroom is very well kept. Clean, perfect, pristine, very OCD of her. Which is why, Hunter stopped in his sentence, looking for his mother, as he noticed something unusual in his mom's bedroom. A loose, silky, lingerie belt shone through the bottom up of her closet door, as it partially led into the closet through the bottom of the door. He got the answer to his initial curiosity, if his mom was in her room, but the slight peek at a shiny belt raised his curiosity a bit more.
Hunter turned around to go back to his room, only to be shocked to see his mom literally standing a foot behind him. As he turned, startled, the glass of lemonade in his hand brushed against Jacinda's right breast. In that slight momentary contact of 2 seconds, Hunter could feel the fabric of the bra Jacinda had under her white button up blouse, which unfortunately got doused in the yellow liquid out of Hunter's glass.
As a modest dresser, Jacinda showed no cleavage, her blouse ended right in the center of her collarbone and cleavage. The glass of lemonade now, empty lay on the carpeted floor. With its contents spilled over on Jacinda's white button up shirt, some on her neck, some on Hunter's arm, his shorts, his legs and most of it on the floor. Jacinda felt the cold liquid hit her exposed skin by the nape of her neck and it somehow felt relaxing to her, despite the initial shock.
Once the 2 second startle and 5 second tense, speechless stares were done, Jacinda spoke...
Jacinda: What th..
Hunter: Oh Sorry... mom I'm so sorry. I was just looking for you.
Jacinda now hastily wipes the lemonade off her shirt and neck, accidentally slid her finger into the top of her blouse, which made the top button pop off and the shirt opens just enough for Hunter to get a view of her rarely seen cleavage.
Jacinda: Oh Hunter! Look, you've made such a mess. You've got some on yourself too!
Jacinda rubs the liquid off his hands and shorts. As she's frantically brushing off the fabric off the bottom of his shorts, she notices the toned, chiseled legs her strong 18 year old son possessed. As she's bent at the hip, Hunter now has a clear view of his mom's hidden treasures.
Hunter has seen boobs before. Just on porn sites. Hunter had several opportunities to date girls, but he always seemed too timid to approach them. And had been somewhat of an introvert when it came to girls. Hunter lacked confidence. Hunter was still a virgin. All his friends made fun of him, but liked him as a standup gentleman. They knew Hunter would have their back in a fight and he was harmless to their relationships with girls. Hunter never had sexual thoughts about his mother, other than your typical, 'My mom's my first love' as a kid. He was always respectful and listened to his mother.
However, at the end of the day, Hunter is an eighteen year old, hormone raged, teenage boy who just played sports out in the sun and has his blood gushing through his body. It had to gush to his private parts especially when a gorgeous hot 42 year old woman is standing in front of him, bending down, cleavage on show. "Too bad" he thinks to himself....."She's my mother".
"HUNTER!!! Hunterrr!!!"
He snaps out of his trance as he hears his mother call out his name. Noticing that he's growing quite the bulge in his pants, Hunter hurries to his room in haste and shuts the door.
"Ugh, Teenagers! He's made such a mess."
Jacinda thinks to herself. Jacinda calls out their house help, their maid to clean up the mess from the carpet and retires herself to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. As she hears the sound of the vacuum cleaner going off outside her door, she looks at herself in the mirror.
At 42 years of age, Jacinda still has a lot of her features from her youth. Her hair, still gorgeous, long, shiny, dark brown, except she's got some blonde highlights in her hair now, giving it a messy blonde-brunette look. She likes to keep it fresh and has a salon she visits often to get her nails, lashes and hair done. Age hasn't caught up much to her face, but does give her neck a light wrinkle of cellulite. Jacinda keeps busy working out in their home gym overlooking the green pastures and has maintained her fitness well. Her psychology degree taught her, a happy body is a happy mind. And she needed a happy mind with all that she had gone through in her life. Her eyes, still gorgeous as ever, now display a depth they lacked before.
Her eyes are the window to her soul and communicate a certain sense of unfulfillment. Her eyebrows had dropped slightly since her early 20s, giving her a sensuous, almost reclining look. Age did however play its part. Jacinda was no longer your average, thin, girl next door. She was now a well endowed full woman. Not fat, by any means. Her breasts had developed from a 36B to a 36C. They were by no means saggy. Just perfect, with a bit more to play with in the right areas. Her thighs had seen some growth too. Slight cellulite endowed her swaying hips and thighs. Her ass was well toned, thanks to the stair-master. She would get looks from guys at the cafe, while shopping or at the grocery store. Her butt protruded just enough for a jiggle if someone smacked it. Too bad this butt hadn't been smacked, or touched by another man in almost 15 years.
