All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

For a second, I was just totally frozen. Actually seeing my son's... body, made me realize for the first time what I was doing. It was all well and good to think about helping Tyler when I got a wild idea and started to run with it. But here I was staring my decision in the...face, and I couldn't believe what I was doing. I had been so excited by the idea of helping my son, I hadn't even really thought through what I was deciding. And Tyler was right, what I was doing was wrong. This wasn't the sort of thing a mother was supposed to do with her son. It was a sin. What was I supposed to do now?The most moral, upstanding, churchly part of me almost convinced me at that moment to stand up and walk away from Tyler. To go put my clothes back on and knock at the door. But I looked up from my spot on my knees, I saw my son, doomed to die, looking down at me with a mixture of fear and excitement on his face. It was too late now. I'd promised too much now to just apologize and walk away. Tyle

"No mama, not that!" he said. I looked up at Tyler's face now. I saw a strain in his eyes. His body wouldn't keep still. It didn't look like he was in pain or wanted to stop. It looked like he was fixing to jump out of his own skin."What do you want baby?" I asked coyly and I planted a kiss on the tip of his penis. Tyler's eyes closed and he moaned. I kept kissing his penis, but followed his orders and didn't put it in my mouth. Tyler struggled to speak, his body swaying."Oh god mama, I want to fuck you," he finally blurted out in a dreamy voice. But he seemed to catch himself, recognizing what he'd said. His eye grew wide and he shook his head, "shit mama, I didn't mean to..." he started. But without even trying to interrupt him, I quickly talked over him."Thank god!" I groaned. And I realized, a little surprised, that I meant what I said. In the rush to give Tyler everything that he could possibly want, I hadn't really noticed the way I had been touched by everything. As I moved

"Mama, you don't have to do anything else," he said, but I caught a flash in his eye as he said it. There was something else. I wondered if he wanted me to suck him all the way off. I licked my lips at the idea of it."Tyler, you're the best I have had," I said, surprised that I was telling the truth, "I want to do whatever you want, because I want to. I know I don't have to do anything. What is it?" I asked. Tyler blushed again and his eyes roamed over my body."Well..." he said and then paused."Pretty late in the day to be getting shy, your cum is dripping down my leg," I said laughing. Tyler blushed deeper and then shook his head."Okay mama," he said seriously, "well like I said, I haven't really done a whole lot before today...""I know," I said, not sure what he was getting at."And you know, I have kind of always wanted to try everything at least once. And I tried your mouth. And it was great. And then I tried your...pussy and it was even better," he explained."Yes..." I said

TS Rose releases sexual frustration.This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.The Cruise just began.....Enjoy.>>>>Pressure Valve"Hey uh, Rose," a voice said from behind me. I swiveled my chair so that I was facing out of my cubicle. I had my no-nonsense face on and I raised my eyebrows as if to ask, "what?" I didn't recognize the person standing in front of me. I guess that wasn't much of a surprise, I worked at a place with a good deal of turnover and it wasn't unusual to see new and unpleasant faces. This particular face belonged to a man slightly younger than me, maybe 22. He had that shit-eating grin that all college graduates had when they first started working here, despite the fact that he was working entry-level in data-entry and was carrying about thirty extra pounds, mostly in his ass.Despite my best efforts to non-verbally encourage him to say whatever he was going to say, he just looked at me blankly. He briefl

"Hey listen, as a lesbian I am as open as the next person is about LGBTQ stuff. I have no problems with transgendered girls. But I told you, I am lesbian. I like women.""I am a woman," I said, but already my head was swimming."No. You're a man who wants to pretend you're a woman," she said and the tears came again. "You know I am a woman, how can you say that?" I asked. I had thought that a woman, especially my friend, a lesbian, would understand where I was coming from. But she didn't. If she couldn't accept me, then who could? Dave was right, I was absolutely repulsive."Listen, that was meaner than I meant it to be. We are still friends. And I am not going to say anything to anyone," she explained. Good, another reluctant secret keeper, "But that is all. I am sorry." She said. Not sorry for her behavior or lack of compassion. Sorry I had a dick. I got up quickly from the table."Omar," I said, barely able to make my voice heard. The owner/bartender looked over at me, "I quit." I