All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 1261 - Chapter 1270

She traps him between her tits by lacing her fingers tightly through his hair forcing his face deep into the lime green valley between her grand breasts. By this point, there is no stopping the pure sexual tension between the two of them that had been building like a wicked summer storm all day. Simply put, the divine opulence of his mother's prodigious breasts are much too irresistible for Jimmy's eager young mouth.Despite his terrible hunger it begins slowly between them. He applies light butterfly kisses to the exposed skin in the deep valley between her tits. She responds by uttering quiet words of encouragement to the boy. To further inflame the fiery passion building between mother and son she carefully gathers his hands into her and guides them up to the land of milk and honey that are her fabulously large tits.Jimmy tenderly kneads her breasts through the lacy material of her lime green bra as she lets out a gentle sigh knowing how this game ends. It does not take long befor

Poor Amanda. All dressed up and no place to go. She emerges from the bathroom ready for Act II of their night of sexual high jinx dressed in a purple corset that shows off her tremendous tits to the Nth degree.She also stuck with her decision to wear the black stockings along with a pair of slutty 5 inch spike heels. Before she emerges from the bathroom she checks herself in the mirror and pronounces you are one hot Mommy Ms. Amanda.But alas much to her chagrin she would be coming on stage without an audience to entertain in her slutty little outfit. Left alone after she disappears into the bathroom Jimmy becomes worried that he really did do something wrong. These worries, along with a fair amount of guilt from the sexual experiences he just enjoyed with his mom, causes him to flee her room.Amanda finds the bedroom empty except for a small piece of white stationery that he left on the bed. She crosses the room, picks up the piece of paper and reads it.Mom:Sorry for my mess. I gu

"Right Mom I have nothing to worry about compared to him. He is a hunk and I might as well be a little kid in comparison."Amanda nestles her mouth in close to his ear, her heart beating rapidly as this was her grand opening. "There are advantages to being a little kid you know.""Really . . . such as?""For one thing, little kids get cuddled and kissed by their mommies. That is not so bad huh?" she purrs to him quietly before moving her lips down to his.On the dark dance floor their lips find each other. They kiss- slow and easy- both remembering that fateful night when she provided him with so much love and comfort. Over and over again they exchange loving kisses during the balance of the song.Short, sweet, shy kisses, as they both seem to be testing the waters. They dare not let their kisses linger for fear of what might happen right there on the dance floor.The pleasing little kisses, along with the sensation of his Mom's big, soft pillowy breasts pushing against his chest caus

Thankfully, it was not long before Amanda returns. She is flashing a mischievous smile along with a single key."What is the key for?" Jimmy asks doubtfully."Remember my friend Misty. The one that is the manager here.""Yeah.""This is the key to her office at the top of the stairs," Amanda responds happily as she turns to carefully unlatch the chain that barred the entryway to the stairs.Before they head up the stairs she twists back to him and adds with an impish grin, "You said something about 'maybe if we were alone', well so we shall."She holds the chain back and he follows her up the stairs his heart thudding inside his chest.Going up the stairs behind her he found it useless, entirely useless, to even try to keep his eyes off his mother's slightly plump, rounded ass in her short little mini skirt.Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, Jimmy understands, even if at this point he is unwilling to admit such a thing, once they are alone their smoldering passion for one an

He licks in lips in savage anticipation as his eyes settle on those fully erect, jutting nipples that looked to be as hard as a pair of freshly minted pencil erasers standing out proudly from the dark tangerine tips of her areolas.Again he smacks his lips as he dreams of what it must be like to once again roll his tongue over those elegant, stately nipples of hers sucking them deeply in his mouth."Well what does my baby think of his mother's tits? Should I be worried honey?" Her voice is gentle and soothing like a quiet summer rain. She bats her long, languid eyelashes at him. In the semi-darkness of the office her tumbles of russet brown hair seem to shine with unearthly beauty.He barely notices her honeyed voice, or her batting those languorous eyelashes at him over her lovely walnut shaped green eyes. The exquisite dark tresses of her hair, styled to perfection just for him tonight, go unnoticed.Instead, his mind, body and soul are all fixated on one thing and one thing alone—t