All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 1301 - Chapter 1310

Son provides love and comfort to insecure mom.NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.Enjoy.>>>>Thomas pauses at his mother's door and hears her crying. He silently curses his father. He must have hurt her. Again. His hopes that things might have improved between his parents over the last few months since his absence seem to have come to nothing.After knocking softly on the door he waits. She answers after a moment, and despite the tears staining her pretty face, she looks happy to see him."Hi hon.""Hi, Mom, are you OK?""Hmm, not really actually. Your dad left me.""Again, well he will be back. He always comes back."Ellen looks at her young son. She has been keeping the truth from him for the past few months. Thomas had left for school, Michigan State, at the end of the summer shortly after which Frank had up and left her. This time for good.He was eighteen and a freshman away from home for the first time

He moves across the den hoping the bulge in his jeans is not to obvious. As he draws nearer his eyes become helplessly trapped on her pretty purple bra. Her small tits are crowned with a pair of deliciously erect nipples that are on full display.At the bar they sit sipping on their respective wines and enjoy a moment or two of silence. The sexual tension in the air between mother and son is thick with anticipation.Ellen notices how her son's eyes keep flickering down to her chest. Normally, she would ignore such a thing, but being a bit tipsy and feeling playful she decides to tease him a bit."So . . . you are not running out of the room in horror at seeing your mother in her sexy underwear.""Mom . . . Jeez you look fantastic. I can't believe what an idiot dad is for leaving you.""He found better.""No way. Better than you? How so?""Younger, prettier and ahh nicer . . . you know, bigger tits.""Mom . . ."She cuts him off deciding on a bold course of action. "Save it hon. I am g

I reminisce with college bud about sharing his nympho.Enjoy.>>>>Waiting At HeartbreakSeptember 2015, a Monday afternoon.I was at Heartbreak when I saw him."Heartbreak" is what I call the ongoing tragedy of Atlanta's Hartsfield Airport which is, by the grace of Delta Airlines, the world's busiest airport.Like everyone who values their sanity I try to avoid this plague, this calamity, but I can't; everybody who travels significantly serves hard time there. It seduces inexperienced travelers who come with their hopes and dreams of effortless flying at the lowest fare. "All you need to do is make a connection in Atlanta." It sounds so innocent, so easy, so doable. They leave heartbroken, betrayed by missed connections, delayed flights, and the abject inability to make a needed connection in the huge maze of gates with criminally inadequate signage.I had become inured to Georgia's sadistic rituals of abuse. The balance of my life was pretty good, so I have come to rely on strong dr

Deni's PartiesAt Friday during orientation, another incoming freshman, named Deni Winters, distributed party invitations to roughly 2 dozen of her fellow freshmen, folks she had selected based on first impressions. It was a signal event. The party was for Saturday night, well before the start of classes.Jace and I met Deni in orientation. We got on rather well with her and thus were part of that initial group, which soon evolved into a social group including roughly twenty guys and maybe a dozen girls. By intent, Deni's social group mimicked a greek organization at a big university in that we ate meals together, held a regular table in the union, and enjoyed house parties on a regular basis. On occasion some of the group would pair off, but mostly we did things as a group. That included make-out sessions in the dark.Deni Winters was one of the very few locals on campus, but her status was as campus royalty; she was well-known in the community and the University. The administration

Cindy transferred in to St. Andrews from a Bible-based christian college which politely but firmly asked her not to return after her freshman year. Her first date at St. Andrews was with Jace the Saturday before the 6-week exams were returned. This was the last weekend the poker players were there. I was gone that weekend (family funeral).Jace and Cindy started with a more-or-less normal date: they shared pizza, went dancing, then went to Jace's bed. Jace had pushed my bed and his together, anticipating that things might go his way. They did, Cindy went all the way - for starters. It was how she went all the way where Cindy departed from normal.When the couple got to the room, the two poker players were in their beds, talking. Cindy said hello. They watched as Cindy stripped naked in the first minutes and started making out with Jace above the covers, in front of the them. With her widespread legs pointed at the guys she showed, well, a complete lack of modesty. Jace made no objecti