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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.

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.

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...

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.

He exchanges the woman's glare with a grin. He had been enjoying the spectacle, until the boy had pulled away.

"What's the matter, kid? Don't you like touching your mother's tits?"

He could see that he did and he wonders if the mother secretly does too.

Maybe, they both need a little more encouragement!

Addressing the mother, he says "Simon Says: Make him suck on your tits!"

this is an incredibly well written story...its very hot. i cant wait to find out what happens

As Helene trys to say no she is taken aback as Max starts to suck on her nipple. Max is so arroused by playing with her tits that the command was all of the encoragement that he needed.

He slups at her right nipple while kneeding her left breast like bread dough. She realizes that he loves this and is confused by the wetness she feels below. She trys in vain to not enjoy it as Max's mouth moves to her left nipple.

Helene cradles Max's head as she feels his hardness humping her thigh.

Please; continue this incredibly well written story... :-(