Hunter’s Sexy Snippets

For the next few weeks, to Alicia's disappointment, Alan stopped indulging in her underwear during laundry. Alicia noticed that he would hold her underwear in his hands for a while, before placing them down, not doing anything to them.

This frustrated her deeply. When had her son been able to control himself like this? She still had the videos from the previous times, but after experiencing the real thing in person, she felt the videos had become lackluster.

Therefore, she began to build up some sexual frustrations. If this was before the elevator incident, then this wouldn't have been a problem, since she had gone many years beforehand without any sexual stimulation. Yet now, having experienced all the sensations over the past few weeks of watching her son worship her, this lack of stimulation became unbearable. 

She knew it was groundless, but she started blaming her son for this. She began treating him even more coldly, which only made life harder for Alan, and not in the way one could imagine.

His mother's cold treatment only aroused Alan, as he felt like she was acting like a selfish queen. He had decided he would stop indulging in his mother's laundry till he found a place to move to. Ironically, his thought process was that he could at least do this much for his mother, whom he loved so deeply, not knowing that this behavior was what was causing his mother the most stress at the moment.

This continued for some time before his mother's frustrations became too much for her, and she accidentally made a mistake at work, causing her boss to yell at her. She felt indignant under his scolding, as the mistake hadn't been too big, but her boss was known for venting on the workers when he got the chance, and this was the first time Alicia had ever given him that chance, so he made full use of it. He eventually got tired of scolding Alicia, as the only response he received was the same hard cold face, which disappointed him.

As Alicia entered her car in the work parking lot, she felt exhaustion overtake her, 'What am I doing?'

She didn't feel particularly upset that she had made a mistake. Alicia didn't arrogantly see herself as some perfect superhuman that never made mistakes. She was, after all, a human too, with many faults. It was that the reason for the mistakes had been something like sexual frustrations.

Even she had been quite dejected under her boss's scolding, though she showed none of it on her face. As the dejection and frustration gathered inside her, something suddenly appeared in her mind. Alan was probably waiting for her to come home.

With that, she started the car and drove home. As she neared the house, a sudden urge started building in her. She wanted to vent her emotions. She wanted to indulge in a feeling of superiority.

As she parked the car in the house garage, she made her way to the front door. When she opened the door, surprisingly, Alan was already standing there waiting for her, like a servant welcoming his master home.

As soon as Alicia saw this, all reason left her mind, as she rushed towards Alan...

Alan had been a bit worried about his mother. She had seemed annoyed when she left that morning, and now later than the usual time she would return from work, so he stood worried at the main entrance waiting for her to return.

Suddenly, he saw the door handle go down, and the door was opened revealing his mother's gorgeous figure.

She was wearing her usual black business suit with a black skirt and black stockings, failing to hide her beautiful figure. Her black-rimmed glasses sat before her cold eyes, as she stared at him from the entrance.

For some reason, Alan felt like Alicia was giving off more of a dominant aura than usual. He was 4 inches taller than her, yet at this moment, he felt like he was the shorter one.

His mother threw her bag to the side in the entrance way, before walking imposingly towards him. He tried starting a conversation, "Welcome home, mom. How was work?"

The only reply he received was a pair of cold eyes, as she walked towards him. When she arrived in front of him, she just grabbed his arm and walked into the living room. When they reached the sofa, she let go of his arm and sat down, crossing her legs in an imposing manner.

Then, to his surprise, his mother spoke a word, which had only ever appeared in his dreams. "Kneel!"

Overwhelmed, Alan instantly fell to his knees in front of his mother. Now he wasn't only imagining himself being shorter than her, as he was lower than her on his knees.

Alicia, sitting with her right leg crossed over her left, extended her right foot with black stilettos towards Alan's face, as she ordered in a cold voice, "Take them off."

Alan was dumbstruck by her behavior. Even though he was incredibly aroused, he was also slightly worried, "Mom, are you--"

"Quiet! Who permitted you to speak?"

Alan instantly fell quiet after that, lowering his head. As Alicia watched her subservient son before her, who still showed worry for her despite being in his dream scenario at this moment, a mix of intense love and sadistic satisfaction engulfed her. It showed that he cared more about his mother's well-being than his lust, but it also confirmed his complete worship of her.

"Good boy. Isn't this what you wished for anyway? What a dirty mind, lusting after his own mother. I have truly raised a disgusting son. What are you waiting for then? Start serving me."

Even if Alan was a saint, he still wouldn't be able to control himself at this moment. His mother's humiliating words made his arousal overtake his thoughts.

"Yes, mother."

"Strip."

Alan submissively followed his mother's command, as he started moving the clothes from his body. Soon, he was completely naked before his fully-clothed mother, embarrassing and arousing him at the same time.

And this arousal was now on full display to his mother. His large, erect cock was pulsing like it was begging for release. A rare sadistic smile extended on his mother's lips, as she watched his embarrassing display.

Under his mother's cold and sadistic eyes, studying his body and eyeing his fully erect crotch, Alan became even more embarrassed as he lowered his head.

Then his mother stood up, before placing one of her arms on his shoulder, forcing him to fall on his back before her.

As Alan looked up at his mother's towering figure, worship and arousal engulfed him. He once again worried he was dreaming.

Then, Alicia extended her right armpit over to his mouth, placing it on it. Her armpit was not shaved. Naturally, a sour smell of sweat was present in the hair, which were now placed right below his nose, making the odor inescapable.

"Open up," Alicia ordered, and Alan followed his mother's command, opening his mouth. Then, his mother placed her armpit over Alan's mouth. "How about you suck out the sweat which I have accumulated today?"

Alan, of course, wouldn't reject such a nice-sounding request. He instantly started sucking at his mother's pits.

Alicia watched his son engulf her sweaty armpit, before diligently beginning to suck on it. She could imagine the sour fluid which he was sucking out. On top of this, the physical sensation of having her armpits sucked was something she had never experienced before, which excited her.

It had to be mentioned, Alicia had never been in a dominant relationship before, so even she was an amateur in this area. Therefore, she was just doing whatever she could think of to her son, that she imagined would make her feel good.

"It seems I haven't raised a son, but a body cleaner instead."

The combo of the psychological and mental degradation his mother was conferring on him was like an aphrodisiac to Alan. His arousal was bursting in his stomach.

After being satisfied with her son's diligent cleaning, she once again sat down on the sofa.

Alan got on his knees again, before crawling over before his mother.

His mother then grabbed the hem of her panties, before pulling them down slowly, not forgetting to enjoy her son's eyes, which were bewitched by this scene.

Alan's mind was blank at this moment, watching his mother's white panties get pulled down her plumb and perfect legs. He had been in contact with them often, during laundry, but personally watching his mother take them off was a different realm of arousing.

Slowly, the scenery he hadn't forgotten since that day in the elevator was being revealed to him again. The pink pussy, with the black ravine in between the pussy lips, hid her most private area. The numerous black pubic hairs around her vagina gave off a mature charm like nothing else.

Soon, his mother had pulled the panties off her legs. She then raised them towards his face before saying, "A familiar sight?"

Alan was dumbstruck, "What, did you think your mother hadn't noticed that you have been obscenely using her underwear to satisfy your disgusting thoughts?"

Embarrassment engulfed Alan. So, his mother had watched him do all those things to her underwear.

Then, he noticed that the white underwear wasn't so white in some areas, particularly the backside. A clear brown streak covered the area which had just been connected to his mother's asshole a few seconds ago.

Alicia instantly saw where his son's gaze was drawn to, and became excited, "Why are you staring so intently at your mother's disgusting skid marks? Does the sight of your mother's residual shit excite you, Alan?"

Alan instantly felt more embarrassed when his mother exposed all the thoughts in his head.

"Answer me. Does it excite you?"

A stern voice that Alan couldn't reject sounded in his ears, "Y-yes, mom, your beautiful skid marks excite me."

"Hmm, so they are beautiful, huh? I don't personally think so, but if you like them so much, let's give you a closure look, or should I say smell?"

Then, his mother spread her panties above Alan's head, before pulling them over his face, making sure to place the area with the skid mark over his nose.

Instantly, the musty smell of ass sweat, and an even stronger sour and putridly sweet smell of shit entered Alan's nostrils, making him nearly lose control of himself, wanting to ejaculate then and there.

"How is it, my pervert son? Does the smell of your mother's shit smell good?"

Alicia wore a sadistic smile as she said this, watching her son's clear excitement over her underwear.

"Y-yes, mom, your underwear smells amazing," Alan managed to say through his excitement. What excited him the most at the moment wasn't even the underwear, but instead just his mother's behavior. She was acting dominatingly like his mistress, which was his dearest wish for over three years now. 'Is mom finally going to accept me as her slave?' he wondered in excitement.

"That's good, son. Then how about you show your gratitude by making your mother feel good...with your mouth of course."

Alan instantly knew what she meant. Slowly he moved closer to his mother, before pushing his head in between her soft, plump thighs. The soft feeling on his cheeks made Alan feel endless excitement.

Slowly his face moved closer to his mother's clit. He wished he could smell the erotic scent fuming from her crotch, yet all he could smell through the panties were the foul scent of her residual shit and ass sweat.

When he was close enough to make contact with his mother's clit, he started placing gentle kisses around her crotch, moving closer and closer to his mother's pussy. Then, he let out his tongue, before letting it pass through his mother's dark pussy ravine. The taste was indescribable. He had never experienced anything like it.

As excitement built in him, he began enthusiastically licking his mother's pussy, wishing to provide her with as much pleasure as possible.

Since Alan was just an 18-year-old virgin, he had had no experience besides porn on how to perform cunnilingus. Therefore, he wasn't the best, but just his enthusiasm made up for his lack of skill, instantly making Alicia feel a great amount of pleasure surge in from her crotch.

She watched her son's handsome face, buried in her genitals, giving it his all to provide her pleasure, which made her feel utterly dominant over him. She let her hand fall to grab the back of the head of her son, as she applied pressure to it, forcing him further into her crotch. She felt like she had control over his whole being in her hand.

Even Alicia's cold face started becoming slightly twisted in pleasure, as her son's hard work started paying off.

Alan tried his hardest, looking for every response his mother gave him, so he could figure out how to best make her feel good. Soon, his formerly rough actions started becoming smoother. He routinely slid his tongue in between his mother's labia, before playing a bit with her clitoris. Then, he would extend his tongue into her vagina, digging as deeply as possible while wriggling his tongue, which slowly made Alicia's mind go blank from pleasure.

The force which she applied on the back of Alan's head grew, as she started moving her hips, grinding up against her son's face, in search of even more pleasure.

Moans of pleasure began sounding out in the formerly quiet living room, as Alan became more and more skilled at pleasuring his mother's pussy, even surprising her a bit.

'It seems he has a talent for this.'

More excitement was roused in her. Slowly her second hand also grabbed the back of her son's head, as she forced him into her pussy like her personal sex toy, with not a shred of care for her son.

Alicia had never been this excited during sex before.

Slowly, Alicia's grinding intensified and so did Alan's licking. The room soon became a ball of excitement, as both the mother and son became lost in arousal, both for completely different reasons.

The moans became louder and rougher, before--

"Mhhnnmm."

A guttural moan was released from Alicia's mouth. Her thighs slammed together around Alan's face crushing him in between, as his mother's love fluid sprayed onto his face and in his mouth. Alan even felt like he might just ejaculate at this moment.

And just when Alan thought it was over, his mother's grip around his head tightened locking him in place, with his mouth over his mother's pussy.

After Alicia had just cum, a sudden urge rose in her lower body, making her realize she hadn't been to the toilet in a while.

As she looked down at her son, who was struggling between her legs, a sadistic smile rose on her lips, as she realizes that she had her own private toilet right between her legs.

Soon, Alan felt a warm stream enter his mouth, for the second time in his life. The taste was just like last time, disgustingly sour, with a distinct taste of piss.

Overcoming his surprise, he instantly began swallowing down his mother's warm piss.

The combo of the taste of warm piss in his mouth and the smell of his mother's dirty panties over his nose finally breached Alan's limits. His pulsing cock exploded, ejaculating white cum all over the floor below the sofa.

The flow of piss continued for a few seconds, before slowly receding to a few droplets. Alan, as usual, stuck out his tongue to clean his mother's pussy.

Alicia, feeling his son's tongue cleaning her pussy, had the feeling she could just lie on this sofa for the rest of her life, and all her needs would be taken care of by her worshipping son. She truly felt like royalty at this moment.

Unfortunately, this moment couldn't last forever. When she felt her pussy was fully cleaned and enjoyed a little extra of her son's cunnilingus, she pushed his head away, before standing up.

Then, she noticed that Alan had at some point ejaculated over the floor, probably drinking her piss.

She smiled, "You can clean up after yourself, and remember to throw those dirty underwear in the laundry."

After saying that, without giving Alan any more attention, she walked out of the living room, her hips swaying like a queen with every move. She left as nonchalantly as she entered, almost as if nothing had happened in the living room.

Alan, now naked and alone, with a stomach full of his mother's piss and his face covered in her love juices, and a few black pubic hairs, felt slightly dejected. He had hoped his mother would ask him to submit at this moment, yet she instead just asked him to clean and left.

 This indifference was kind of exciting in itself, yet he had a bad premonition.

And that premonition showed itself to be correct. For the next few days, Alicia still acted like nothing had happened. Alan noticed a small conflict in her eyes as she looked at him, yet she never asked anything of him again.

Like this, Alan realized that there was no future where he would become his mother's slave. He loved his mother dearly, yet after experiencing so much of his dream, he was unable to go back to just being her son. He decided he had to leave, if only just for a few weeks.

Therefore, the next Saturday, he called out to his mother, ready to tell her he was moving out.

"Mom, I have something important to talk with you about," a faint sense of déjà vu appeared inside Alan, 'Yes, it was also like this when I first confessed.'

Thinking back, he had really done a whole lot to accomplish his dream, so at this point, he felt like he could be satisfied.

"What is it, Alan?" Alicia responded, noticing how serious Alan seemed. She also became slightly worried. The truth was, she had had a ton of inner conflict since that evening when she vented on her son after work.

It was truly amazing. All the bad feelings which she had accumulated had vanished with abusing her son, yet that wasn't the only thing. She has also been filled with confidence afterward.

That was until she really thought through what she had done. At this point, how could she not accept Alan as her slave? If not just for herself, but also for his own sanity.

Yet, the thought of selfishly binding her son to the fate of serving her was truly conflicting. It was both arousing and concerning at the same time.

In the end, she just decided to ignore the problem, unable to find a good solution. She believed she had a lot of time to think about it, so she wasn't in a rush to find an answer.

"Mom, the truth is...I've decided to move out." That was, at least, until she heard these words. Then her mind blanked.

Alan watched his mother's unresponsive expression, hoping to find just a bit of reluctance, yet she gave him nothing to read from.

Disappointment filled Alan, before being replaced by determination, "I've got a few friends who are looking for a roommate, so I'll be staying there. It isn't too far away either, so don't worry."

Alicia's mind was a mess at this moment. She had never thought Alan would move away on his own, even though this should have been pretty normal for adolescents his age.

She started thinking about all the stuff he had been doing in the house. How he had taken care of her, doing all the chores and working part-time to relieve some of the economic struggles she had been facing.

Then she thought back to how he had confessed to her. It was at that point she realized that her son loved her, not only as a mother, but as a woman, too.

She had struggled with this thought, yet the more she struggled the more appealing it became. After experiencing her first time dominating someone in the elevator, she became hooked, not just on the thought of dominating a man, but on the thought of dominating her son.

After that, she thoroughly enjoyed watching her son struggle with his obsession with her. So much so, that she had even become confident that he couldn't live without her, that he wouldn't leave.

Yet now she finally understood. Alan was also a human, not just some doll controlled by his obsessions.

She became dejected, feeling like the chance at happiness had slipped through her fingers. 'If he has decided to move out, he has probably already stopped obsessing over me...'

As those thoughts filled her mind, she became even more dejected.

Alan watched his mother's face, which finally showed a bit of sadness.

He sighed, working up a bit of courage, and said, "Mom, the truth is, I can't control myself any longer..." Alan paused.

Just when Alicia had given up all hope, she heard her son's words, "You mean...?"

"After experiencing your domination firsthand, I can no longer live like normal. I feel like if I keep staying here, I might hurt your feelings again just like last time. For the both of us, I think it's better that I move out," Alan sighed after saying that, finally getting all his feelings off his chest.

Alicia, on the other hand, was suddenly extremely excited. "Hmm, so you can no longer control your perverted obsession with your mother, so you have decided to move out?"

Alan felt her mother's tone had changed a bit, but he just answered, "Yes, I will be moving on Mon--"

*Clasp*

A loud noise sounded before the room fell silent. Alan looked at his mother in shock, as a red handprint started forming on his left cheek.

"Mom--"

"Quiet! Do you think you can leave this house without my permission?!"

Before Alan could even say anything, his mother's cold stern voice sounded in his ears. He was momentarily stunned, as a strange sense of arousal welled in him at his mother's words.

"Get down on your knees!"

An order sounded. Alan quickly obeyed, getting off the sofa and on his knees before his mother.

Alicia extended her right foot towards Alan's face. She was currently wearing white panties, yet they were clearly dirty, having been at least worn for 2 days. A sour smell entered Alan's nostrils.

"Kiss it!"

Alan didn't hesitate, placing his lips on his mother's pussy. 

"Hahhh, to think I raised such a perverted son. Since you can't think of anything but serving your mother, then why should I hold back?" Alicia said, in a dominating tone, making Alan fill with arousal, as he kept kissing her panty covered pussy.

"Then tell me, slave, who is your Mistress?"

"It's you, Mom. I'll follow your every order."

"Good boy," Alicia said, taking enjoyment in her son's desperate voice, as excitement filled her.

Finally, she had done it. The thing she had dreaded for so long happened so smoothly.

As arousal built in her, she said, "Let's move to the bedroom."

Alan quickly followed behind his mother's steps, as they arrived at her bedroom.

"Strip!"

Alan quickly threw off all his clothes.

Then, Alicia pushed her son down onto the bed, before crawling onto it herself. Today, she was wearing a white skirt with a black top. She straddled her son's torso as she started removing her panties, "Tell your mother what you want, slave."

"Please use your son as your pleasuring tool, Mom," Alan said, completely consumed by lust at this moment. His mother's beautiful body hung over him at this moment, making him forget the scenery around him. Her beautiful face, unmoving and cold like the snow in winter, looked down at him in disdain now. He felt worship and fear at her cold gaze, which now contained a clear sadistic desire to dominate him.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." She threw her panties to the side, as she raised her skirt, shimmering up her son's body until her lower body was right above her son's face.

"You look nice down there, slave, but you would rather have it like this right?" After saying that, Alicia did a 180 over her son's face, now with her pussy over his mouth and her plump ass right above his nose, ready to consume it.

Alan's already rigid cock started twitching in excitement, now in full view of Alicia. "Seems I was correct."

Then, without much more hesitation, she released her full weight, sitting down on her son's handsome face, covering it with her bottom.

Alan felt it all happen in slow motion, as the sight he had dreamed of appeared before his eyes, if only just for a moment. As her mother's butt fell towards his face, her large round ass cheeks spread, revealing her beautiful brown-eyed asshole, ready to engulf his nose under her.

Then, her butt landed. His nose was instantly engulfed in a musty scent, of both ass sweat and a faint odor of shit. His mouth was covered in his mother's moist pussy, and he felt the rough texture of her dense pubic hair on the area around his mouth.

"How do you like the smell, slave?" Alicia said, feeling her son's nose pressed against her asshole. She was still slacking on the wiping after going to the toilet lately, so she could imagine how foul the smell he was experiencing at the moment must be.

"It's great mistress, your fragrance is the best in the world," Alan said, and he wasn't lying. At least from his perspective, he couldn't think of a better smell than the foul odor in his nose at the moment.

"That's good to hear. Then start satisfying your Mom."

Alan instantly obeyed his mother's order, as he extended his tongue out his mouth, beginning to lick his mother's pussy.

Compared to last time, he had improved. He instantly found the most pleasurable areas in his mother's pussy.

Alicia also quickly noticed this difference, feeling waves of pleasure pass through her body, as small moans were released from her mouth.

The temperature of the room was raised, as both people became consumed by their arousal.

Alicia's hips started moving on their own, grinding against her son's face without a shred of concern.

"Mhhmnnn..."

Deeper moans sounded in the room. Alicia took hold of her son's head under her, as she rode his face rougher and rougher, like her own personal sex toy.

Alan felt like a small boat in stormy seas under his mother's crotch. He felt his mother's rough grinding on his face, as he became smeared in her love juices. Sometimes, his nose would be buried in her ass, making him breathe in the sour scent of her shit. Sometimes his nose would be buried in her pussy, making him breathe in the sweet scent of her intense arousal.

As she rode her son's face, Alicia felt like she was on top of the world. He was truly her slave now. He was hers. She had full control over him.

These thoughts added to the pleasure she was currently feeling, brought her over the top, as she finally reached her climax.

"Aaahhhhh."

A deep female moan was released, as Alicia's whole body spasmed in pleasure, clenching her thighs around her son's face, covering it with her butt.

After a few seconds, "Hahh, that felt good. Hope you're ready for round two."

Alicia said, making Alan euphoric.

Then, he felt his mother move slightly forward on his face, placing her as directly above his mouth.

"This time, you can pleasure my ass instead," Alicia said in a dominating voice, making Alan nearly spray his load. This couldn't get any better!

He released his tongue from his mouth, letting it touch his mother's asshole. Instantly his mouth was engulfed in a sour taste of ass sweat and an even more disgusting taste of shit.

He felt the uneven surface of his mother's asshole as he slid his tongue over it, savoring the taste in the meantime.

Meanwhile, Alicia was overcome by arousal from this new sense of stimulation. She had never actually had her asshole licked. A few months ago, she would have even found this disgusting. Yet after masturbating so often to her son's obsession and worship of her, she decided to look up some femdom porn on the internet. Instantly, this was what caught her eye.

The pleasure and power she felt from having someone lick the dirtiest place on her body was incredibly arousing.

She let her hand slide down to her pussy, and she began rubbing herself while enjoying the pleasure of her son's tongue licking her ass.

Then suddenly, she felt a new sensation that made her moan in even more pleasure.

As Alan slid his tongue over his mother's asshole, he felt the small hole in the center, slowly inviting him to enter. Soon, he could no longer hold himself back, as he started digging his tongue further into his mother's asshole.

As he felt his mother's asshole contract around his tongue, the taste of shit from before intensified.

Not only were the previous flavors clearer, but now there was an added taste of nauseating sweetness, which clearly originated from his mother's residual shit. His tongue was now inside a place even his mother had never cleaned in her life, a place the tongue was never meant to go.

Alicia felt intense pleasure as her son's tongue intruded in her asshole, making her instantly become addicted. "Good boy, since you want to go inside that badly, you better dig deeper and pleasure your mother even more."

Alan was overcome by arousal at his mother's command, as well as the clear pleasure in her voice. He curled his tongue, before trying to dig even deeper into his mother's dirty asshole. The deeper he went, the more intense the foul flavors became, to the point where even Alan became slightly disgusted, which only fueled his lust even more.

When he felt like he couldn't dig any deeper, he began twisting his tongue around, trying to serve her mother's asshole even better.

And it was definitely effective. With a twist of his tongue, his mother's whole body would spasm in pleasure, as she approached her climax.

"Yes, son, like that, make me feel even better," the pleasure was so intense that even Alicia's former cold face became covered in arousal, as her face was flushed and her mouth hung open, releasing moan after moan.

Soon, with another twist of Alan's tongue, one last moan was released from Alicia's mouth.

"Auuuughhhh."

It might have even seemed more like a grunt, as Alicia climaxed from having her son lick her ass. This was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. This was the most pleasure she had ever felt, as well as the most power. She truly felt like a queen at this moment.

Alan felt his mother's asshole contract even more tightly around his tongue as if keeping it captive inside the rotten taste of her asshole.

He felt deeply gratified at being able to give his mother this much pleasure.

A moment later, Alicia finally calmed down from her orgasm.

She looked at her son's aroused cock. His cock was definitely on the bigger end, probably around 7 inches. Watching it pulse and struggle like it was begging her for release, she smiled sadistically.

"Hah, that was truly enjoyable. I was surprised when you stuck your tongue inside my ass. How did you like the taste?"

"It was amazing, Mom. Thank you for letting me taste it," Alan said, his mind consumed in lust at this moment. He felt like just a small touch, and his cock would transform into a geyser.

"Hah, hah, yes, mom. I'm a disgusting pervert," Alan replied, dazed from the intense stimulation.

"It's good that you admit it, but it seems you aren't done yet," Alicia said with a smile, watching her son's cock grow erect again. "Well, I would be disappointed if you were."

After saying that, she moved her lower body away from her son's face, before crawling down his body. Soon, she was straddling his erect penis.

"Since you still have energy, it is only right for your Mistress to suck you completely dry." After saying that, she grabbed her son's dick with her right hand, guiding it toward her moist opening.

Soon, Alan felt his cock engulfed by a warm and wet sensation, starting from the tip before gliding down the shaft. As a virgin, it was the first time he felt this much pleasure around his cock.

"Mnnnhnnn, it really is a plus having a slave with a big cock," Alicia said while moaning.

Then, she grabbed both of Alan's hands, as she raised them above his head, holding them in place. What she wanted wasn't just to have sex, but to experience the power of fucking her own son's brains out.

She slowly started moving her hips, her cold eyes watching Alan's face become twisted in pleasure under her.

Alan felt his mom lock his arms in place, as she began riding his cock, watching him with a sadistic expression.

He had never experienced such pleasure before; on top of his mother's dominating behavior, it was only a minute before he ejaculated once again.

"Oh, that was faster than expected. You probably won't last long if you continue like that."

Then, Alicia continued her riding. Alan felt like she was controlling his whole body, as she rode his cock. The intense pleasure continued to pulse through him in waves. It felt like a succubus was trying to suck the vigor out of him.

Alicia was a human, however. A few moments later, she could no longer keep up her nonchalant coldness, as she also became consumed in the pleasure in her pussy. She threw off the top half of her clothes, letting out her large but perky bosom.

The sight of her beautiful breasts bouncing with every movement instantly caught Alan's eyes. He extended his head towards one of the breasts, as he began sucking on his mother's dark-red nipples. His hips also began moving in tandem with his mother's.

The mother and son became entangled together, both releasing moans of pleasure. One was clearly fucking the other one, and the other one just cooperated, letting himself be controlled by his mother, while doing his best to please his mother in the meantime.

Soon, amid the cacophony of moans, a cry was released.

"Annnnmmmhhhh."

Alicia came, while Alan came with her. Both people released all their excitement at once, falling exhausted into each other's arms.

Alicia looked up teasingly at her son, "Hah, hah, it's been a while since I have enjoyed myself so much. And it's all thanks to you, my slave."

Alan's face reddened, "I will do anything you wish for, mom. I want to treat you like the goddess you are, as I worship you like a slave. That's the least you deserve."

Her son's honey-coated words entered her ears, making her happy. "Then, from now on, and for the rest of your life, I own you."

Alicia's face was covered in a sadistic expression as she said those words, letting herself relish the feeling of power accompanied by them.

"Yes, I will serve you for the rest of my life, Mistress," Alan replied, filled with euphoria and gratitude inside.

The two of them fell asleep like that from exhaustion and satisfaction. The sight of a woman lying in a man's arms while sleeping seemed so innocently romantic, not revealing the deep depravity of a mother enslaving her son hidden behind it.

Later that night, Alicia woke up. She found herself lying on one side of the bed, while her son was lying on the other side, fast asleep. She smiled to herself. 'So it wasn't a dream after all."

Now, her son had officially become her slave. She had complete authority over him. She knew how much he adored her, so her orders would be absolute in his mind.

As she lay there relishing in these thoughts, she suddenly felt an urge in her stomach. She had to pee. 

She was about to get out of bed and go to the toilet, but after sticking one foot out, she stopped. It was currently late autumn, so the room was quite cold. The comparison between the warmth under her covers and the chilliness outside was quite uncomfortable, so she hesitated for a moment.

Maybe she should just go back to sleep again? As this thought circled through her mind, she looked over at her sleeping son. Suddenly an idea sprung into her mind, as a sadistic smile crossed her lips...

Alan was having a sweet dream. He had finally accomplished something he had dreamt of for the better half of his life. At the age of 18, he had become his mother's lowly slave. He couldn't find the words to describe this feeling.

Suddenly, he was awoken by a few taps on his shoulder. He turned his head in the direction from which the prodding came and saw his mother's cold eyes staring back at him.

"You awake yet, slave? Good, I need to pee." Alicia's voice sounded in his ears.

After saying that, she slowly raised one side of her cover.

Alan's mind instantly became awake. He quickly realized what his mother meant, as he said, "Yes, Mistress."

He then climbed under his mother's covers. Warmth instantly engulfed him, as well as a faint fragrance.

The fragrance of his mom was like flowers in Alan's nose. It had to be mentioned, that even though Alicia didn't take cleaning seriously in some places of her body, to tease Alan, she still smelled wonderful everywhere else.

He slowly moved his body down his mother's body, before arriving before her crotch. It was dark under the covers, so he wasn't able to take in the erotic details of his mother's vagina, yet he could make out the rough outline.

He didn't hesitate, placing his mouth around the pussy.

"Good boy. Be a good toilet and swallow it all," Alicia's voice sounded outside the covers.

A moment later, a warm stream of liquid instantly started spraying into Alan's mouth. He began swallowing his mother's piss again, relishing the feeling of being used as a toilet. He soon noticed that his mother's piss tasted slightly more stale than usual, probably because she had been holding it for a while in her sleep.

The stream lasted for quite some time. A little later, it slowed down to a drizzle, before finishing. He diligently licked up the remaining drops on his mother's pussy, making sure to also give her some pleasure with it.

After a few moments, he realized he wasn't getting much of a response from his mother.

He stuck his head out from the covers, only to find that his mother had nonchalantly gone back to sleep while he had been serving her as a toilet.

For the next few days, both the mother and son indulged in their new relationship. Alicia would ask her son to kiss her ass goodbye in the morning, before ordering him to lick her armpits when she came home. She felt like a queen every time she entered the house like she was on top of the world, which gradually leaked out, even making her more confident at work.

She had always had a cold expression, which made the people around her think she was looking down on them, yet now she also possessed the aura of superiority, which made the people around her look up to her instead.

As she walked out the front door, feeling her slave place worshipping kisses on her behind, she felt enthralled knowing she was leaving him to take care of all the duties of the house, truly like her personal slave.

In the evenings, she would fully enjoy this new slave, riding his face until he couldn't breathe, making him tongue her ass until she was satisfied, and fucking him until he seemed to pass out. He was in the palm of her hand, her slave.

Thursday was her usual workout day. As she was working hard in the gym, she felt her body begin to build up a sweat, especially in her underwear and in her shoes; it truly felt disgusting. Suddenly, she got an incredible idea...

Alan was at home, chilling on the couch. He had finished all the chores his mother had asked for, and now he was just waiting for her to return, so he could worship her like he'd become used to.

A little later, he heard the car park in the garage. He quickly rushed over to the entrance to make sure he was there to greet her when she came through the door. He knew she loved the feeling of him worshiping her feet when she returned. Not to mention, so did he.

The handle to the door was pushed down, and Alicia walked into the house. Alan quickly greeted her, "Welcome home, Mistress," before crawling towards her.

His eyes peered slightly up at her. Her beautiful legs were still moist from sweat. Further up, her shorts stockings had clear wet marks in all the sweatiest areas. Her crotch, her inseam. It was also possible to see the beginning of the wet mark extending inside her ass crack.

He felt an erection immediately pop in his pants.

"How is the smell of your mother's armpits today, slave?" Alicia asked Alan teasingly.

"The smell is amazing Mom, even better than usual." Alan exposed all his inner thoughts; he was truly mesmerized by the current odor extending from his mother.

"That is good to hear, for I have a lot more in store for you," Alicia said before extending her hand down and grabbing Alan's collar, and leading him along toward the bedroom.

She sat down on the bed and extended her arms upwards, "Now you can fully indulge yourself in the smell."

Alan instantly knew what she meant. He walked over and kneeled before his mother. Instantly, a wave of the sweaty odor was released in the room. Alan felt like he could see a steam cloud rise from his mother's hairy armpits as he sucked in the sour and disgusting smell of sweat.

Writhing in arousal, he extended his tongue towards his mother's sweat-soaked bra, beginning to let it dance around on the hairy peace of heaven, showing the experience he had gathered over the past week.

A salty and sour taste flowed into his mouth, as well as some gathered moisture from his mother's bra. The double attack of both the taste and the smell got Alan incredibly aroused.

Alicia watched her son worship her disgusting armpits with great enjoyment. Not to mention the physical pleasure of having her armpit sticky from sweat cleaned by her son's tongue, the feeling of empowerment was just as pleasurable.

"What do you want now then, little sweat pervert?" Alicia said with a slightly flushed face. Her cold face was extra attractive at this moment in Alan's eyes.

"Mom let me clean your crotch. It would be bad to leave all the sweat there."

"Hmm, ok, but for that, I have a slightly better idea. Get undressed and lie down on the bed."

Alan quickly followed his mother's orders, getting rid of all his clothes, before lying down naked on the bed, completely exposing himself to his mother.

Alicia walked onto the bed and stood above his head. The beautiful view above Alan's head at this moment was too good to be described with words. Her plump buttock pressed together, revealing a deep valley in between. A small mound extended before her stomach, as her small but perky boobs, towered over him. Her cold face was slanted down, looking down on him like he was an insect below her feet, at her mercy to be stepped on.

"Then, your mother will reward you for all the hard work you do." After saying that, her knees bent, and her wide plump ass started descending toward Alan's face.

She squatted down and placed her ass over her son's face, engulfing it between her two soft cheeks, burying it in her sweaty ass crack. This was the dream she had had in the gym, and now she was doing it for real. She was ecstatic at her new relationship with her son.

Alan was probably even more ecstatic, yet he wasn't able to think about those things at the moment, as his mind was overcome by intense arousal. His mother's plump butt engulfed his head like it was consuming it. Accompanied by that was an intense stench of ass sweat and shit he was familiar with but even more intense than usual.

He extended his tongue out his mouth, licking his mother's stocking, both aroused and frustrated that it was blocking his way to his mother's disgusting asshole.

Alicia enjoyed her son's ass worship, "You are very lively down there, it must be smelling really good for you to be so eager to stick your tongue into my ass crack. So, I will give you a better taste."

As she said that, she grabbed the hem of her stocking and started pulling them down, slowly revealing a black pair of underwear. Finally, her ass was fully exposed.

The smell in Alan's nose intensified as he got even closer to the real deal. Only this piece of black fabric from his mother's panties was blocking his way to her asshole. He knew she was teasing him, but he could not respond with anything but arousal, which his twitching cock fully exposed to Alicia.

She knew her son was writhing to lick her asshole, and she was also looking forward to it, yet the sight of her son's cock twitching in both arousal and enjoyment from getting closer, but not getting the real thing, was extremely enjoyable to observe.

Soon, the lust overcame the enjoyment. "Then, here you go, dig in!"

After saying that, Alicia removed the last barrier which was blocking Alan's tongue from licking her sweaty asshole.

The black panties were removed, and Alan felt his tongue dig into his mother's moist ass crack, beginning to lap up and down her brown-eyed asshole. The taste of sour and stale taste of ass sweat and the musty taste of shit intensified in his mouth.

"Mmmhm," Alicia released an unintentional moan as she felt her son's tongue beginning to clean her ass.

Alan started pleasuring the outside, before starting to venture inside his mother's asshole, digging deeper and deeper, while spinning his tongue around, engulfing Alicia in pleasure.

As she was on cloud 9, having pleasure served to her asshole, her son was tasting all the foul taste in her ass.

He enjoyed all the disgusting taste as he could feel his mother beginning to press her ass even harder against his face, in an attempt to push him even deeper inside.

She had no care for what kinds of disgusting taste he was experiencing at the moment, only seeking more pleasure for herself. Besides, Alicia knew how much of a pervert her son was. He would only become more aroused the more dominatingly she behaved.

And sure enough, the action of treating her son as nothing more than a pleasure toy brought intense arousal to Alan.

He continued giving his all to pleasuring his mother. His tongue was fully engulfed in her asshole. The tightness around it felt like it was attempting to pull him further inside.

Soon, Alicia reached her limit--

"Aaaahhhnnnn."

A loud moan was released, as Alicia climaxed from having her son clean her sweaty ass. She clutched her thighs around her son's head from the pleasure, not a shred of care that she was cutting off all his airflow, only relishing in the pleasure she was currently feeling.

She was the queen that could do whatever she wanted, and he could only obey.