Simon Says

Intruder

He watches the show with ever growing interest. Especially hearing the boy's praise.

This is better than he first thought!

From his vantage point, he could see the mother's face. His grin deepened at her obvious distress (or is it secret enjoyment?).

Then the boy suddenly pulls away.

Damn! Kid's getting an attack of conscience!

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

Maybe, he needs a little more encouragement!

Addressing the woman, he says "Simon Says: Make him suck on your tits!"...
 
OOC: Sorry, I knew that... :) Too big of a hurry I guess...

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Her face turned away she shivered slightly at his touch, her face flushed with shame as she felt his youthful hands traveling over her hardened nipples which were now growing even more excited. She felt his tender touch traveling lower, under neath them testing weight, exploring everything. She felt herself starting to get excited... god damn it, this is her son. She chastised herself, what was she thinking...

But her body didn't care who it was she felt her breath coming quicker... stop it... stop it... She closed her eyes trying to grasp for something else to think about, anything else. The sounds of massive moaning from the television screen, and the sound of wet skin smacking together was increasing her lust. She tried to block it out, but couldn't. This couldn't be happening... it couldn't be.. a nightmare it had to be...

'I'm so sorry, Mum!'

She fought for a smile and forced her eyes open as she turned and looked at him,

"It's allright Maxie, it's ok... just do what he says... it will be over soon...."

She had noted the porno playing on the wall was close to completion so hopefully so would the man... odd he wasn't even jerking off.

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

I smiled softly at him trying to tell him everything was allright, I had to be strong... I had to help him through this. This could ruin my little boy forever... he'll be ashamed for life, but I had no choice. I had to let him no this wasn't his fault.

'Simon Says: Make him suck on your tits!'

My brain went off, and a headache set in, how could this man expect such things... it's ok... I let out a long slow breath, it's like you're nursing, it may even comfort him.. memories of when he was a child. She knew better, but it was the only thing that helped her reach forward and draw him closer,

"Go ahead my son, it's just for your sake.... you have to, come here."

She thought, in some countries a long time ago she was sure they nursed a boy even at 12 or 13... this could be sort of the same. Tears stung her eyes as she felt his young lips touch her soft skin, heading for the aveolar region around her hard nipple.

Suddenly a pang of worry hit her, she remembered orgasming once just from Armand giving her tits attention, all he had done was manipulate them and suck them and she'd orgasmed... she bit her lip praying it wouldnt happen, but the background noise fromt he video didn't help.
 
Max

"Go ahead my son, it's just for your sake.... you have to, come here."

He looks at her, his eyes latched on her heaving bosom. Despite his guilt, he can imagine them in his mouth, their softness against his face.

Oh God!

Still shaking, he lowers his head and gently press his face into one of her breasts, first kissing the skin before taking the large nipple into his mouth. Instinctively, he starts to suck, nursing her breast like a small child.

"Mmmmm!" he groans aloud.

Feeling his lust take over again, his hand cups her other breast and he starts to tweak her nipple.

"That's it, lad! Really play with them!" says the gunman in encouragement.

But the boy doesn't hear him, suddenly lost in the beauty of his mother's breasts.

On the large tv, the story finishes and another one starts. It's heading: Plantation Teacher! A story of a plantation owner's teenage son's sexual awakening back in the days of slavery in America...
 
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She bit her lip as she felt him begin to suckle gently on her nipple, it actually felt amazingly calming... that was until his hand wandered to her other breast, manipulating it, tweaking her allready hard nipple.

'That's it, lad! Really play with them!'

She breathed harder as he did so... her head whirling forcing herself to ignore it, trying hard not to allow herself to be turned on. But she was...
 
Max

The more he plays and sucks at her breasts, the more his lust builds. His mouth trying to devour as much of the breast as possible while his hand squeezes and fondles the other.

Then he pulls his mouth, leaving the coned tip of the breast covered to saliva and the nipple swollen looking while he immediately attacks the other breast, his free hand taking over where his hand has left off. Now he has both his hands full while his mouth wrestles with the other breast.

"Not so rough, dear!" he hears his mother gasp. But there's something strange about her voice. Strained?

A thought rages through the horny lad.

Could she be enjoying it

The idea causes his cock to throb even more painfully.

Pulling his mouth back slightly, he starts to tease the nipple. He still can't get over how much they fill his hands.

Did his mum gasp just then?...
 
She felt him tear at her breasts, devouring each nipple. His teeth bit into her and his hand mauled each of her mounds... she fought the tears threatening to fall, and the groan threatening to escape...

"Not so rough dear... please..."

Her brows twitched a little, her voice deep and sensuous, not intentionally she was trying to fight back the groan...

He pulled back... thankfully she was so close to orgasm, she couldn't orgasm from her son... Oh god... Still a gasp escaped her as he tweaked the nipple a little painfully... but it felt wonderful... he had the skill of his father in those hands... She clenched her teeth hoping neither had noticed it... Her hands wringing together resisting the urge cry out for more...
 
Intruder

He watches as the boy sucks and plays with his mother's breasts.

He's certainly making a meal of it! he thinks to himself.

He looks at the mother's face. Her eyes are closed and she's clenching her teeth as if in pain.

Or is it? Surely she's not enjoying it? Is she?

He sits there watching the display on the couch while occasionally glancing at the video on the screen. In it, the plantation owner's son has just walked in on the housekeeper (who's older than his dead mother) as she busily masturbates herself.

But finally, he wants to see more.

Simon Says: Undress yourself in front of your mother!...
 
Max

No!

The boy suddenly pulls himself away after the gunman's words sink into his lust ridden brain. The very thought of stripping in front of his mum makes his erection shrink to nothing, his lust gone.

"No! I won't!" he shouts, his rebellious streek back.

The embarrassment! The humilation! It's sick! Wrong!

"You won't, kid?" the gunman says menacingly. "You sure about that?"

The man starts to get up.

"Then there's nothing stopping me from shooting her, then beating the crap out of you before killing you."...
 
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I grabbed Max and pulled him back pushing myself up between the gunman and my son.

"He's just a boy, leave him alone, this is sick... and you know it!"

I saw nothing in the mans face that gave me hope and I gritted my teeth knowing I had to play the only card I had left, I frowned irritatedly before letting out a smile... I had to protect him. My look turned to my best "come hither" and I ran my tounge over my teeth. I took the gunmans freehand and drew it to my breasts,

"Why don't you give it a try tough guy... you might like it."
 
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Intruder

He runs a hand over the half-naked woman's chest.

Her tits are large!

She is offering herself to him but he knows she doesn't want him. Simple commonsense and that he can see it in the eyes

The man's mind casts back to when the boy was sucking her tits. Her expression was different.

Did she enjoy it?

He pulls back.

"Nice try! But if you really want to save your son, then I suggest you strip him!"

He walks back and sits in the chair...
 
She felt his caress and she closed her eyes fighting back the feeling of hatred, she wanted him to give in to his desires... she tried her best to look pleased as she opened her eyes but it failed...

'I suggest you strip him...'

Her heart sank and she turned disgusted covering her breasts with her hands...

She was stuck, paralyzed with indecision her heart ached for someone to come home... but she knew it wouldn't happen...
 
Merry Christmas!

(OOC: Just a quick note to wish you a Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year! I will be posting again in the New Year! -Tib)
 
Max

The boy just stands there, shaking.

He wants to kill the gunman. For humilating his mother like this! And him!

But he can't, He's too weak and the gunman too strong. If he tries, it would only get him, or worst, his mother killed.

There's nothing he can do.

He looks at his mother as she slowly turns around to face him, her hands trying to cover up her naked boobs. He pulls his eyes away.

He doesn't know what to do.

Though he knows what his mother may do next as very wrong, he can't help but a feel a tremor of excitment as well. Immediately, he feels ashamed...
 
She slowly stepped closer, her feet feeling like lead weights as she stepped ever closer to her son. She bowed her head unable to look at him...

"He's just a boy."

She sobbed a bit quietly to herself, something had to happen this had to stop... how far would he go... this sick... perverted... twisted... Her shoulders shook and she stopped before him to bury her head in her hands tears. Her entire body trembling as she strived to control herself... to no avail...
 
Intruder

He watches her as she slowly moves towards the boy.

"Come on, lady! I ain't got all Christmas!" but he only sees her body shaking further.

He starts to grow impatient.

"Oh for fuck's sake! Kid, get you and your mum another drink."

The boy obeys and he watches them as they down two more glasses of wine.

"Now get on with it!"...
 
I took the offered drink and downed it immediately, my nerves did calm some what as the icy liquid ran down my throat, the alcohol helping, taking effect. I nodded once and walked over my slender fingers moving to the bottom of his shirt pulling gently up.

"I'm sorry honey, but I can't let him hurt you... I can't..."

I still had tears, but I stubbornly forced them not to fall.
 
Max

"I'm sorry honey, but I can't let him hurt you... I can't..."

He looks at the distress in her face as she starts to pull at his shirt. With the shirt out, she undoes his shirt buttons.

He can still remember when she used to do that to him as a child.

One by one, each of the buttons are undone until the shirt hangs open. She then slowly pulls it off him, revealing his lean naked chest.

Max quickly glances at the gunman. He wants so much to hurt him but at the same time, wonders how far he is willing to make his mother strip him.

All the way?

The thought repulses, angers and excites the lad all at the same time.

The gunman gets up and personally hands the mother another drink (but only to her) which she drinks down before being told to continue...
 
Intruder

He waits, carefully watching the both of them, until she has finished her drink before he takes the glass and sits back down.

He is hoping that the drink will relax her inhibitions with the boy.

But he keeps count. He doesn't want her to become drunk...
 
His shirttails fell from his waistband his soft shirt draping over his lean form. I absently run my fingers down the front of his shirt, the soft matterial seems to caress the skin... I shook my head slightly and then moved to the top button, slowly undoing each until I got to the bottom one and the shirt fell open, revealing his thin... but slightly muscular form. He was so handsome...

My mind drifted as I undid the buttons... I remember when he was 6... his father had been drinking a lot then... we had a lot of fights. That night he had stormed out of the house, swearing to never come back... I cried on the couch for hours... then little hands touched my cheek wiping away the tears. I opened my eyes to find Max still fully dressed standing before me... sadness and concern etched in his tiny features. We cried together before I took him upstairs... my little man, always mothers boy... I took him upstairs... and undid his shirt buttons one by one.

I was torn from my thoughts by that... Simon or whattever... a drink was presented to me.. I needed it. I took it and sipped handing the empty glass to him with a thank you... I don't know why I thanked him. Must be habit...
 
His shirttails fell from his waistband his soft shirt draping over his lean form. I absently run my fingers down the front of his shirt, the soft matterial seems to caress the skin... I shook my head slightly and then moved to the top button, slowly undoing each until I got to the bottom one and the shirt fell open, revealing his thin... but slightly muscular form. He was so handsome...

My mind drifted as I undid the buttons... I remember when he was 6... his father had been drinking a lot then... we had a lot of fights. That night he had stormed out of the house, swearing to never come back... I cried on the couch for hours... then little hands touched my cheek wiping away the tears. I opened my eyes to find Max still fully dressed standing before me... sadness and concern etched in his tiny features. We cried together before I took him upstairs... my little man, always mothers boy... I took him upstairs... and undid his shirt buttons one by one.

I was torn from my thoughts by that... Simon or whattever... a drink was presented to me.. I needed it. I took it and sipped handing the empty glass to him with a thank you... I don't know why I thanked him. Must be habit...

I slid the shirt off his shoulders, his chest bare I held the shirt still, allowing the fabric to slide over my fingers before folding it and laying it on the arm of the couch.
 
Max

Now half naked, Max watches his mother neatly fold up his shirt and putting it down. Turning back to him, he notices her sweeping her eyes over him before her hands goes to his trousers and start to undo his belt.

He can hardly breathe...
 
She returned looking her little boy... now so much a man. She hand't really noticed it before... but he had grown up strong and handsome... and he'd marry someday. She sighed and knelt down her hands moving to the belt, unsnapping the buckle. She pulled it out listening to the whirring sound as it cleared the beltloops. It got stuck once but a quick tug ended that problem and she soon had moved to the button, then the zipper. She could feel him quiver beneath his pants but she had no choice and so continued. Tugging the pants fell around his hips and to the floor. She undid his shoes first then the pants easily were removed... she folded them as well... hoping to procrastinate as much as possible.
 
Max

He is only wearing his socks and boxers, his mother folding up his pants and placing them neatly on top of his shirt.

With her face looking away, he finds himself looking at her naked breasts as they wobble and shake.

He's half naked with his half naked mother!

He can't believe it.

And he knows that, within minutes, he will be completely naked in front of her.

A mixture of emotions continue to flow through his body but it is only the presence of the gunman which stops his penis from surging back to full erection.

Realising that he is staring at his mother's chest, he tries to look away.

This is wrong! He shouldn't look!

But he can't help it. They are so beautiful, far more beautiful than any he has seen in a magazine or a video.

Then to his shame, he realises that she is looking at him, watching him looking at her.

Oh God!

Averting his eyes, his chest shivers as she approaches him...
 
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I couldn't help but be a little surprised as I turned back I saw Max' face turned towards me, his eyes locked on my chest. I shifted uncomfortably and raised my hand as if to scratch an ich, in an attempt to block his view somewhat. As are eyes met I noticed the shame and humiliation that swirled in them, I also noted the lust... but I wouldn't admit it to myself. I felt anger seething in my veins, I wanted to hurt the gunman, to tear him apart for making us do this... for hurting my son this way.

I stepped closer again,

"relax son... just remember I'm your mother... it will help... but don't worry they're... breasts it's no surprise you'd get a little excited...."

My voice quivered as I did my best to comfort him... but at the final word I barely choked it out, coughing afterwards.

I pulled his socks off one by one and then stopped at his Boxers. I couldn't go any further... could I. I felt a little bit of anxiety slightly curious to see if he'd gotten everything from his father. I felt myself get wet then as I realized it shame burnt through me and I backed away.

"There his clothes are off....."

(His outer ones anyway...)
 
Intruder

He sits there, looking at the undressed state of the pair. They are indeed an handsome couple.

The boy, typically handsome, has a fresh look, full of youth and vigor. His body, though slim, is firm, muscular.

The woman, a classic beauty which age has only improved. Her body is full and supple, her whole demeanour showing class and elegance.

He wonders when was the last time she and old Fairfax has fucked.

A good looking couple.

But he is growing impatient.

"Simon Says: The both of you to turn your backs on each other and finish undressing. Do not turn back until I tell you to."...
 
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