All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 1021 - Chapter 1030

After a bit, he broke the spell and softly spoke, "Let me rub your shoulders, mom. Then we can start a movie.""Bran, really. You've done too much. This has been so wonderful...watching the snow, you pampering me. Heck, just you wanting to hang out with your old mom has been great."Bran stood and pulled Ann up so they could reposition themselves on the couch, Ann facing the window, her back to Brandon as he sat behind her, cross legged. Brandon wrapped the blanket around them both and start working on Ann's shoulder muscles. Ann moaned and leaned back into him."This is heaven, Bran. Thank you so much." Ann's thoughts floated back to the times she and her husband had shared intimate moments like this. He could be so tender and she saw it in their son, especially tonight. When they shifted positions so he could rub her back, Ann was surprised to find herself damp between her legs. She had apparently been enjoying the foot and leg massage more than she should have been. She guessed it

They sat down to eat and Brandon screwed up his courage to broach the previous evening's disaster. "Mom, I know how you feel about last night and I plan to respect it, okay? But, I have to tell you, sitting in the dark, watching the snow fall with the person I care about more than anyone in the world was the most special experience I've ever had.""Bran, honey..."Bran interrupted, "Mom, I said I plan to respect what you said. Let's just talk through what was good. When we danced together Friday, watching you experience that joy, prompted me to speak my truth to you. You're an amazing woman. Not just amazing mom, but an amazing woman. And last night, the closeness I felt. I can't even describe how much I love you."Ann listened to her son's words, feeling a swell of love in her chest and a blush on her cheeks at his words. She poured herself a second glass of wine as she mentally warred with herself, wanting to hear more of his words, but knowing she should shut him down. She decided

Tuesday RegretsAnn lay in bed listening to Brandon's breathing as he lay sleeping. The sun was starting to illuminate the room, but it was cold enough that Ann could see her breath as she lay on her side, back to her son. Her head hurt and she felt nauseous, whether from the hangover or thinking about what she did last night she wasn't sure. She thought back to the kissing and heavy petting and understood how they got there. It was natural to crave that kind of intimacy from someone else and the snowstorm created a feeling of isolation and respite from the troubles of a busy world outside. She wasn't proud she crossed an intimacy line with her son, but she understood it. The kissing and groping with clothes on was fun and probably harmless. What she was struggling with this morning was how everything turned so sexual. She had craved her son's cock and his cum and had sucked him off. And what in the world was she doing playing with his cum, showing it off to him? She wanted to die of

She slid under the covers, shivering violently. "Come here and warm your poor mother up, Bran." He slid over to her and put her arms around her, her breasts mashed against his chest. He kissed her with tongue, and she returned it, still feeling horny after her dirty snack. Bran broke the kiss, his face inches from hers."I can smell my cum on your breath, mom. And I think I taste it a little. You don't need to hide it from me." Ann squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, kicking herself for not rinsing her mouth."Crap, I am so sorry, Bran. It's probably making you want to throw up.""It's not actually. I love that you apparently love me and my cum. What does it taste like?""I cannot believe we're having this conversation. It tastes like...I don't know. Kind of like snot, maybe? It's pretty neutral, but has a uniqueness that's almost a little bitter. That sounds even grosser than eating semen, now that I've said it out loud. Do you think I'm a weirdo?""Mom, it's totally hot. I woul

Brandon woke up in the morning and got ready for school. His sadness had been replaced by determination. He seduced her once; he could do it again. He smelled coffee and entered the kitchen, his mom in her work clothes standing at the counter pouring herself a cup of coffee. He came up behind her and kissed her neck, running a hand over her bottom. 'Morning, mom."Ann stiffened and slapped his hand away. "None of that, Brandon. I was deadly serious that there was no more of this inappropriateness.""You liked me kissing your neck just now. Deny it.""Doesn't matter, Bran. Not happening again."Brandon moved closer to her putting his hands on her hips and kissing her neck again as she tried to lean away from him."Brandon! I said no!"He advanced on her again, his arms open for an embrace. Ann became angry. Both for his disobedience of her wishes as well as his refusal to take no from a woman on his advances. By God, she was not raising a little date rapist. She slapped him across the