04-13-2004, 09:57 AM
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Join Date: Feb 2003
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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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Glistening moonlight caresses the dewed silk petals of a luscious blood red rose, yearning to be experienced, her sweet lusty fragrance uninhibited and irresistible. ~Donovan~
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