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 c*m 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 c*m. 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
