I hatched a plan to tell her the same, a weekend before Christmas would be a good time for that. Christmas was two months away and I used to battle wi...h myself as to whether this is love or sexual attraction. Some days I used to stand in front of a mirror, talking to myself, advising about love and lust.I took her out on a weekend prior to Christmas, for a candlelight dinner and poured my heart to her. She listened patiently, didn’t reply to my proposal and at the end, asked me if we can get. It hadn’t dried and she figured she’d only been passed out a few minutes. My God I’m in the bathroom at work. It suddenly dawned on her that she needed to get herself together and get out of here before anyone happened to wander in and find this semi naked woman lying prostrate over a toilet seat in a cubicle with the door smashed in, her face covered in cum and her panties hanging off her left ankle. She clambered to her feet, pulling her panties up and brushing her skirt down. She went. I especially found the large bulge at the crotch of his pants exciting. But I didn’t expect anything to happen between us. After all, we are mother and son. Then Danny told me he’d seen how we teased each other, and everything changed.My husband asked me if I wanted to have sex with Ronald and, at first, I was hesitant to answer him. I didn’t know how to answer him. On the one hand I found the idea very exciting. On the other, I felt a need to conform to society’s ideals regarding my role as a. The gigantic creature didn't flinch. It didn't wince. It didn't cringe.Instead, it simply flopped the naked Slayer over one shoulder andsauntered down the hallway that led to and from the dank, stagnant pool.Buffy kicked and pummeled the creature, but it took no more notice ofthese blows than it had the first; even the Slayer's mighty wallops wereas nothing to it.Not being able to hurt the monster enraged Buffy. She wasn't used tofeeling helpless, and she didn't like it, not one bit. Against.