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More passion?? What the hell did he mean... more passion? Helene's stomach lurched, but she kept her arms around Max, not wanting him to become further alarmed.
Pulling away, she touched her forehead to his and stared into her son's eyes, whispering. "Trust mommy. You have to trust me. Understand?"
It broke her heart to feel him nod against her, knowing full well that the look in his eyes told her that he did not.
"Simon did not say stop! Simon said KISS!"
Willing Max to relax, Helene began to kiss her son again. Petal soft kisses at first. On his forehead, his cheeks, his nose. She trailed baby kisses all over his face until she found his mouth again. His lips were soft, pliant as she pressed against them. Gently at first, to build his trust. Then firmer. Harder. He closed his eyes when she slipped her tongue between his lips, his arms moving around her body. Holding her closely as she did him.
She wove love knots in his hair. Circled her fingertips around his ears. All the time kissing. Kissing with as much passion as she could muster. Please, God. Let this horror stop. Please.
Helene heard Max moan -- more a frightened mewling, she thought. But even then she didn't stop. She'd explain it all to Max later. She had to do this to save their lives. His life.
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Max feels his body shaking with perverse pleasure as his mother rains soft kisses on his face before reattaching her mouth onto his.
This is so wrong! he thinks to himself, tears in his eyes. Even as he feels his body reacting to his mother's albeit forced advances, his trousers starting to bulge with an erection.
His hormones momentarily taking control, the boy finds himself responding, forcing his face against his mother's even as his tongue intercepts hers as it re-enters his mouth.
Suddenly realising what he is doing, Max pulls away from his mother's embrace.
"NO! I can't do this!" he shouts, getting up to his feet.
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'Simon'
He is taken by surprised by the abrupt behaviour of the boy.
One minute, he seems to be enjoying his mother's attentions. The next, he is coming towards him shouting.
He gets up to react (though not before noticing that the kid is blessed judging from the size of the bulge in his pants).
"Sit back down!" he growls, raising his fist as he moves in on the boy.
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Helene jumped up to pull Max back, stepping between him and the maniac who was holding them hostage. "NO! Don't you dare touch my son!"
Turning to face her son, she placed her hands gently on his shoulders. "Max," she whispered softly. "Please? I don't like it any better than you do."
Helene let her hands slide down Max's arms until they caught his hands. Pulling him gently, she guided him back to the couch. "Sit, lovey. Please?"
Turning to glare at Simon, Helene hissed. "We did what you asked. Now will you go away and leave us be?"
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'Simon'
He smiles at what the mother says.
"'Leave you be'? I have just started." The smile fades as he leans forward. "And I suggest you carry on playing along if you want to keep your precious son."
"Don't talk to my mother like that?" Shouts the boy. His mother instantly pulls him into her embrace as she tries to calm him.
Finally...
"That's better. Now then, Simon Says: Fondle your mother's tits."
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"Simon Says: Fondle your mother's tits."
Even before the gunman has finished, Max finds himself looking at his mother's billowing chest as it presses against him. For the last year or so, he has noticed how big she is.
Now this man wants him to touch them! He knows that is wrong. What does he do?
Looking up into her face, he whispers: "Mother?"
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The pleading tone in Max's voice was not lost on Helene despite the fact that she was angry. Furious, in fact. That, and more than a little afraid. Her son's outburst could very well have cost him his life. But that had served only to spur Simon on. Now he wanted her son to fondle her breasts, for God's sake! The man was sick. Beyond sick. He was a pervert.
The idea repulsed her though it seemed less intimate than kissing for some strange reason and she hoped for Max's sake it would be. Placing her hands on her son's face, she looked deeply into his eyes and whispered "We have to do this, lovey. Just trust me, okay?"
Max nodded as Helene lowered her hands from his face to squeeze his in reassurance before guiding first one and then the other to her large breasts. "There... That's not so bad, is it?"
The confidence in her voice belied the fear in the back of her mind. Her breasts were so sensitive. Helene prayed that her nipples would not betray her. She didn't want her son to be any more nervous or disgusted than he already was. This was going to take years in psychotherapy for him to get over.
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His mother's reply is to put her on hands on his face.
"We have to do this, lovey. Just trust me, okay?"
He nods as he watches her take his hands in hers, squeezing them lovingly before slowly pulling one down to her chest.
In the past, he has always known that she is 'big upstairs' but for the first time, the boy looks at the large bulges contained in her pyjama top, trembling as he feels his hand come in contact with one of them.
"It's so soft!" He finds himself thinking.
Then he sees and feels his other hand being placed on the second breast.
"There... That's not so bad, is it?" His mother asks him.
He shakes his head, his mind trying not dwell on what he is feeling. Something warm and soft under the material that wobble as he subconsciously presses his palms into them. Then he feels something starting to push into them, something hard and pointed. Startled, he looks up at his mother who he sees now has a funny distant look on her face.
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Helene felt her nipples stiffen under the pressure of her son's hands. Think of Reinhold! Think of shopping! Think of... But what about Max? Could he do the same? Would he?
"Max," she whispered. "Just think of something else. Someone else. It will be over soon."
This last she said more for the benefit of the man who watched them like a hawk from the shadows. "You are really sick, you know that? Why don't you come over here and do this yourself? Is it a bigger turn on to watch or is it because you don't know what to do? Come on," she dared him. "I can show you how."
For a moment she thought that he was actually going to get up, but that would have been too easy. "Don't make me warn you again. Just get on with it." he growled as if he hadn't heard a word she said.
"Close your eyes and pretend, Max. We will do this, but we don't have to like it. He won't win. You won't," Helene spat, the venom in her voice a sure sign that she would do, but not submit. She would figure out a way to get out of this somehow.
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He cannot help but laugh at the woman's outburst. He is not sure what he is enjoying the most. Forcing them to have sex or watching this otherwise respectable lady humilate herself in front of him. In the end, he decides it is both.
"We will see." He tells her. "Now allow your son to feel your naked breasts."
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"Max," He hears his mother whispered. "Just think of something else. Someone else. It will be over soon."
He takes a deep breath as he continues to feel her. A war of emotion raging deep inside. The loyal loving son is disgusted at what he is being made to do while the young hormone-driven boy is thrilled that he is finally touching his first pair of breasts.
He is brought back to reality as he listens to her shout at the man.
"You are really sick, you know that? Why don't you come over here and do this yourself? Is it a bigger turn on to watch or is it because you don't know what to do? Come on. I can show you how."
He turns to look at the man.
"Don't make me warn you again. Just get on with it." He warns them. Slowly his mother turns back to him.
"Close your eyes and pretend, Max. We will do this, but we don't have to like it. He won't win. You won't." Her last words are directed at the intruder. He simply laughs.
"We will see. Now allow your son to feel your naked breasts."
Max looks up at the horrified look on his mother's face.
"Mum?" He whispers.
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Dressed simply in her pink silk lounging pajamas, Helene wasn't wearing a bra. Was Simon that daft that he hadn't noticed? Maybe that was what this was all about... the poor jerk hadn't the faintest idea.
"You know... " she said, turning to face the silhouette of the gunman. "There's no shame in not having been with a woman at your age. Why don't we let Max go and I'll show you what you need to know."
Helene started to get up, but a glint of light off the barrel of "Simon's" gun as he pointed it at her son, froze her in place.
"Shut up and do what I said to do. Naked breasts! Now!!"
"Well, the offer is open," Helene replied offhandedly as if it made no nevermind to her. She began to unbutton her top, still facing the man who seemed to be calling all the shots -- at least for the moment. She wanted him to see her breasts first... Perhaps something would change his mind.
"Sit down!" He demanded, waving his gun.
Not wanting to push their luck, Helene forced herself to smile as she sat down beside her son. Her breasts, full and firm, were now fully exposed to both her son and Simon.
"Touch them!"
Max's eyes were wide open -- whether with fear or something other Helene couldn't tell. She reached for her son's hands and guided them to her breasts, whispering "It's okay, Max. Just close your eyes again and pretend it's someone else... "
Helene's heart lurched with compassion as she felt her son's trembling hands cup each breast, hefting the weight of them. "It's okay," she repeated. "He won't win."
Closing her own eyes, she willed herself not to respond.
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The boy's heart almost stops as he tries, really tries not to look but his eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he stares at his mother's naked breasts.
Oh Mum! They are lovely!
The boy is lost. So wrapped up in what he is seeing, he fails to see the pained expression on her face.
He finds his mouth stone dry, his body trembling and his cock is pulsating painfully in his trousers, denting them obscenely. But he doesn't care, so wrapped up in looking at his mother's bosom, the boy is completely spellbound.
Max eagerly takes in every inch of her mammaries. From their very shape as they struggle against age and gravity causing them to droop ever so slightly (though he doesn't notice this). The nipples stand out thick about the width of a pencil (and hard?). A large area of skin around each nipple being slightly darker then the rest of the breasts.
So lovely!
The need to touch them, to run his hands over them, to fondle them is almost overpowering. He wants to but they is still his mother's breasts that he is looking at. Unable to move, he feels her take his hands and placing them on top of her breasts.
"It's okay, Max." She is telling him. "Just close your eyes again and pretend it's someone else... "
Unable to pull his eyes away from her large bosom, he feels himself cupping her soft flesh. Feeling their awesome weight in his hands.
So big and soft! I never thought she is so well stacked!
The very thought causes his cheeks to redden with shame even as it causes his loins to surge. Embarrassed more than ever, he can feel himself getting a hard-on.
"Enjoying yourself, kid?"
But he isn't listening. Nor does he hears the gunman's laugh. So engrossed he is in his mother's chest.
Instead, gently, delicately, his hands roams over his mother's heavy bosom. Revelling in their softness, their weight. It is so much better than what he had expected. He wants to tell her how lovely they are.
His hands play with the extended nipples, hardening them even further with his incessent fondling. Then he is sliding his hands under them, lifting them up and noting how soft they are, how they wobble.
He had thought that Pamela Anderson had great boobs. But his mother's are so much bigger, better shaped and they are natural too.
Dragging his eyes off them, he looks back at her face. Her eyes, closed, her full mouth open, making slight gasping sounds. The sight only increases his lust.
God! I want to kiss her so badly!
Suddenly the realisation of what he is doing and thinking hits him. Ashamed, though still very aroused, he pulls away.
"I'm so sorry, Mum!" he whispers, seeing for the first time the sadness etched on her face...
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Helene had closed her eyes after placing her son's hands on her breasts, unwilling to meet his as he was forced to touch her. What that sick perv was making them do while he watched was bad enough without Max having to endure her staring at him as well. She couldn't even begin to imagine how he was feeling.
She'd told Max to think of something else -- someone else -- while he did this, believing that it would make it easier on her boy. But why wasn't it working for her? Helene bit the inside of her lip so hard that she broke the skin, but used the pain to shift her thoughts.
She concentrated now on the coppery taste of blood instead of those long slender fingers that were twirling her nipples, the gentle hands that hefted the weight of her breasts. She struggled to ignore the sensations that were being aroused elsewhere in her body. This wasn't his fault. It wasn't her fault either. Helene fought to bring her anger back to the surface, if only to diffuse the undercurrents of desire that were threatening to send her plummeting over the edge.
"I'm so sorry, Mum!"
The sadness in her son's voice as he removed his hands from her breasts, brought her eyes open with a start. Without thinking, she pulled him close, murmuring soothing words to allay his fears and worries, the whole while glaring in the direction of the madman who was playing God with their lives.
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