Simon Says

Max

"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."

The boy looks to his mother for guidance. Then he turns his back on her.

This is it! He thinks to himself as he place his hands on the top of his boxers. He can imagine the gunman staring at him. With that thought, he freezes.

He can't do it! He just can't!

"What's the matter, boy?" the gunman growls.

"I..I..I..I..." He tries to say.

"Strip, boy! Or I will do it for you!"

Galvanised by the man's threat, he quickly whips off his boxer shorts and throws them onto the floor, leaving him completely naked...
 
Her eyes met his and she nodded him on,

"Just do as he says... it will be over soon... it has to be... "

She turned away quickly but was reluctant to remove herclothes, even the harshness of the command wasn't enough to make her readily comply. She was class... not some street trash who will give herself to anyone, strip on command. Especially not with her nude teenage son beside her. Catching a breath and remembering the threat against Max she very slowly began to shed her skirt and shoes.... She slid off the nylons slowly, watching as the color of her legs changed slowly to a slightly paler brown, watching it travel down her thigh over the knee down her calf and off those beautiful toes.

She lowered her head feeling her son quickly strip behind her she remained still her eyes closed.
 
Intruder

He watches as the pair strips off the rest of their clothing. Both are hesitant though a bark the boy causes him to get rid of his boxers. He grins at the boy's flaccid state.

A bit small for Mommy.

The woman takes considerably longer to undress but he doesn't mind, too busy enjoying the show. His eyes darts down her body, from her slender neck, down to her heavy tits, then along her firm stomach down to her nice looking shaped ass.

The sight causes his cock to swell inside his pants and for a moment, he considers taking his pleasure with her. But he quickly dismisses it.

She would only do it unwillingly.

No, it's better to force her to fuck her own kid.

"Okay. Close your eyes and turn around to face each other. When I count to three, open them."...
 
She swallowed hard...

"Turn around and I'll count to 3, then open them."

She closed here eyes hard not sure what to make of this... How far could she go with this... how far would she allow herself to go... this was her son. Could she hurt him more with this than the man could ever... but he may kill him. She turned her breathing stopped, her nerves on end, her nude body trembling.
 
Max

"Okay. Close your eyes and turn around to face each other. When I count to three, open them."

Oh God!

He feels his legs become rubbery at the thought of showing his naked body to his own mother. The mere thought that she will be the first live naked woman he will see almost makes him faint.

He doesn't want to do this!

Clamping his eyes closed, he slowly starts to turn.

He is having trouble swallowing.

"Stop turning!"

He must be facing her. Oh God! Please help me!

After a few moments: "Simon Says: Open your eyes!"

Max's eyes spring open and the sight he sees almost makes him stop breathing.

Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohgod! Ohgod!

Naked, his mother stands before him, trying in vain to cover her body. One hand between her legs while the other inadequately tries to hide her large breasts.

ohgod!

So enraptured by the sight, the boy forgets to hide himself. Instead, his penis literally springs up into a full bloated erection, its purpil head easily exceeding his navel. Its ample width more than compliments its length.

Ohgod!...
 
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She heard him say stop and immediately ceased, her breath slow as she found it difficult to even breath in this situation.

"Open them"

She immediately moved her hands as best she could to cover herself, she felt eyes on her before she could force her own open. And when she did what a surprise, there stood her son... very much like his father, an all out erection, as his cock stood proudly almost straight up. She couldn't help but choke a bit as she swallowed suddenly, her shaking causing her breasts to bounce. She turned her head away towards the ground, averting her gaze ashamed.
 
'Simon'

He looks at the couple as they stand there in front of each other, completely exposed. He had enjoyed watching their reactions. The boy just staring while the mother looking away in embarrassment (but not before she had a look he notices). They now are just standing there, both looking down.

How can a kid be bigger than him? He feels his face flushing with anger at the thought he originally had when the boy stripped.

"Okay, Simon Says: Give each other a kiss and cuddle."

"and don't stop until I tell you to." he quickly adds...
 
I leaned forward and kissed him softly on the cheek, my hands moving around his waist as I continued my kisses down his chin and neck. They were meant to look sensual but feel comforting... motherly. I rubbed his back tenderly, feeling the tension in his muscles. I moved a kiss to his ear looking like I was nibbling it as I whispered,

"I'm sorry honey... I'm so sorry..."
 
Max

He closes his eyes, forcing a tear out as he feels his mother tenderly kissing his face and then descend down his neck. He tries to block the image of her naked, tries to will his erection to shrink. He is successful doing neither.

Instead, all he can do is to hold himself away from her. Pushing his hips back so that his engorged erection does not come in contact with her.

"I'm sorry honey... I'm so sorry..." He hears her whisper as she kisses his ear.

He can hear the tremor in her voice. Oh he so wanted to cuddle her, to protect her. But he can do neither.

"For fuck's sake! I told you two to cuddle. So do it!" the gunman complained.

He feels her hand move down to his ass and then her body is meshed against his, the hand on his bum pulling him forward.

"Oh God!" He says aloud, unable to hold it back.

He can feel her soft body. Her breasts pressing into his chest. Their groins pressing together, his stiffening cock trapped between their bellies. Without thinking, his arms swing up and tightly hold his mother to him.

"That's better!" Comments the gunman.

But he hardly hears him. His senses awashed with the sensation of having his naked mother's body pressed up against his own.

"Oh Mum..." he gasps...
 
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I heard him complaining about cuddling, damn I didn't know what to do, I couldn't help but continuously glance down at his enormous erection... god I was so excited, my mind was going fuzzy as I felt myself begining to get intensly aroused. I closed my eyes anxiously but my hands had other plans as they purused down his spin towards his ass, letting my fingers wrap around each cheek I pulled him against me.

The feel of his erection pressed against my belly sent waves of lust through my less than unwilling body and I felt myself rub up against it more,

'Oh God'

Immediately his voice and the fear and misery behind it tore me back to my senses and I stopped pressing against him, instead allowing us to embrace as he allowed my arms around his waist hugging him tightly.
 
Max

"Oh Mum..." he gasps as he looks into her face. She is looking back him, her face strained, her lips open.

He tries to fight the feelings surging through his body.

This is his mother he is holding! It is wrong!

But it feel so good. Her body so soft, so warm. He can feel her soft breasts, her skin again his. He looks into his mother's eyes as she looks at him. Her stare seems so intense.

Oh God! I want to...wants to...wants...

"Kiss each other! And kiss like you mean it! Mother, you start!" It is the gunman again.

For a moment he is just staring at her and she is staring back. Then her eyes dips down as if looking at his mouth, her face moving forward.

Losing control, the boy impulsively brings his mouth onto hers, making her gasp. Their lips meshed, he strengthening his grip and starts to push his aching tool against her...
 
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"Kiss each other! And kiss like you mean it! Mother, you start!"

Damn what is wrong with this man...

My eyes locked on Max' large frightened... and... lust-filled eyes. It cought me off guard to notice this but... but I had to understand... this was his first experience with sex, nudity... and.. well... he is teenage boy. Of course he couldn't help but feel incredibly overwhelmed... hormones... yes... it wasn't his fault, it wasn't lust after me... his mother. I was shaking... not as excited as my son yet... but feeling his hardness against my belly wasn't helping me repel the feelings that kept trying to surface. I blinked once lowering my gaze to his lips, soft and tender... I leaned down to kiss him.

Instead of being met by the reluctance I'd expected, I felt his arms tighten around me and his lips eagerly press forward, pushing tightly into my own. I let out a gasp of surprise that was quickly muffled, in shock I didn't respond to the kiss at first, but soon I allowed myself to fall into it... but still did little. I felt the tip of his tounge rub against my lower lip and pulled back just a bit in surprise.
 
Max

His hormones raging inside him and in full control, he hungrily devours his mother's mouth, his tongue snaking out to explore.

Suddenly he feels her pull away.

He stops.

"Mum?"

Oh God! What has he done?

Mortified, he backs away from her and finds himself falling onto the couch...
 
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'Mum?'

I felt him rip back, releasing me immediately from his grasp. I couldn't speak for a moment, still in surprise though I noticed he was begining to soften down under... and his face seemed horrified... and miserably confused. I wanted to reach out to him, but like this I just couldn't. I stood blankly confused myself wondering what to do... how to react.
 
Intruder

(OOC: I'm taking over the role of the Intruder leaving Tibvo to play Max).

He watches the two of the them with delight.

This is going better than he thought! He thinks to himself. That is until the boy pulls away.

Now what?

The boy is now sitting on the couch (after tumbling onto it), his huge erection softening. The mother is just standing over him, doing nothing. Though he does notice that they are no longer trying to hide their nakeness from each other.

They need some more encouragement.

"Simon Says: Give your son a blowjob!"

"And where do you keep your vid camera?"...
 
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The words caused her a start

'Give your son a blow job. And where do you keep your vid camera?'

I stumbled backwards before turning to face him.

"I will do no such thing you perverted son of a bitch! Kissing touching... fine that's one thing... but... but you can't honestly expect..."

With a threatening glare she stumbled feeling awkward, angry and lost as to what to do... could she give her son a blowjob? certainly not... but she couldn't allow him to be killed either...
 
Intruder

He sits back, watching her act of defiance. But he can see the indecision in her eyes.

A different tact!

"No you're right!" he says, quietly, watching her reaction. "Please sit down."

He must have surprised her because she quickly sits down on the couch next to her son.

"Kid! Get up and kneel in front of your mother."...
 
'No you're right!'

My mouth dropped, uncertain of what to do, I furrowed my brows, causing a small crease to appear in between them... the smallest hint of my age.

'Please sit down.'

I immediately did just that... I couldn't believe he'd actually listened to me actually changed his mind. In relief I did exactly as he bid, wanting to make sure to keep him happy.

'Kid! Get up and kneel in front of your mother.'

I froze, what did he have planned... why would he have my son kneel though? He couldn't be thinking what I think he is could he... My heart sank as I sat frozen in my seat.
 
Max

(OOC: I hoped it was you or I would have been worried! ;))

The boy has been sitting there quietly as his mother protested. He, too, is surprised when the gunman tells her to sit.

"Kid! Get up and kneel in front of your mother."

"W-what!?" He croaks.

"Kneel in front of your mother - Now!!!"

Not sure how he can refuse, he turns to her for guidance...
 
IC:

I swallowed hard, my mind racing a mile a minute.. but never seeming to get anywhere. She heard her son protest, then the angry voice of the gunman. She swallowed hard before nodding her son to obey... she hated how he looked to her for guidance, of course he should, it's not his fault... more so she hated having no guidance to give him...

A tear trailed down her soft check, smearing her eyes liner just a bit as she crossed her arms over her chest, her thighs pressed closed, she cuddled closer to herself comfortingly, wishing she could hold him... tell him it'd be allright
 
Max

Gingerly, the boy slowly gets up and kneels on the floor. He looks at the gunman, hoping that he may change his mind but instead he gets a "Get on with it, kid!".

Shaking, his mouth dry, he slowly shuffles round so that he is facing his mother, kneeling before her legs. He looks at her, his eyes for a moment lingering on her large mammaries. She just looks at him.

"I said get it on with it!"

He sees her biting her bottom lip as she slowly starts to move her legs apart.

"For Fuck's sake!!!" Max feels a hand grab the back of his head, shoving his face into her groin. "Suck her cunt!" Then the hand is gone.

For a moment, he does nothing. His nose and mouth pressed into something warm and smelly. Then he pulls back slightly as his eyes takes in his mother's groin.

His mother's vagina!

"Kid...."

Fearing that the gunman would get up again, the boy plunges his head down and starts to kiss his mother's sex...
 
'Get on with it, kid!'

I couldn't breath, think... talk... Max looked at me for guidance, and I had none to give... nothing I could say would change anything... we had no choice. But for the trembling of my lips and the solitary tear that strolled down my cheek... My face was expressionless... beaten hopeless...

'I said get it on with it!'

I began to chew lightly on my bottom lip, casting my eyes to the side as I my legs began to move apart. My mind tried to force them closed... but my body gave in and they parted.

'For Fuck's sake!!!"Suck her cunt!'

I felt it. his young soft lips pressed firmly against my sex. My eyes flickered between my legs, seeing him sitting there, the hand forcing him into me.

She felt him hesitate but did and said nothing.. what could she say? She felt his warm breath wash over my cunt causing me to get ever so slightly wet. I closed my eyes and turned away again.

'Kid...'

That was the trigger, quick as lightning my sons... my Max lips began eagerly kissing over the soft netherlips of my sex, I felt his tounge occasionally peaking out to taste my outer softness. I gritted my teeth, my thighs and knees trembling as I felt myself begining to get aroused by his ministrations.
 
Max

As he starts to kiss his mother's sex, he notices at once the slightly coppery taste. Finding it not that unpleasant, he starts to press harder into the moist flesh, causing his mother to spread her legs a little wider.

His kiss at first is just him pressing his lips against the opening but as he continues, his mouth starts to open and he begins to suck on the lips.

Above him, he hears a gasp, a movement under his face. His penis twitches.

Then he is pressing his open mouth is over the opening, french kissing it with a growing passion, grinding his face into her groin, rubbing against her clit.

This time his mother's hips spasm and her legs open wider still, causing his hormones to react and his penis to stiffen and swell.

The fluids he has been swallowing during his kissing are now flowing more freely. His young hormones fighting for control, he thrust his tongue inside her, running it along the ribbed sides. His mother reacts by twisting and shaking. A small part of his mind is not whether she is enjoying what he is doing or trying to dislodge him.

The rest of his mind does not care. His erection is now throbbing at full strength again as he places a hand on her belly, sliding it upwards...
 
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