01-21-2004, 12:43 PM
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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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