Simon Says

'Listen, you snobby bitch! You rich cows are all alike! You pretend to be all high and mighty but underneath, you are all just whores. Admit it, you loved fucking your own son!'

"BASTARD!"

My fury raged in me and I didn't care that I was naked, that my son heard and watched... or that the man had a gun. All that mattered was I made him pay for what he had done to us. I lunged at him, apparently catching him by surprise as we both toppled to the ground together, wrestling struggling.
 
Max

Getting up, he sees the gun straddle his mother.

"Bloody bitch!"

He's going to kill her!

Without a thought for his own safety, he launches himself at the gunman, sending them both flying across the room.

"Fucking kid!" The both of them struggle to their feet but poor Max is no match for the man. A vicious blow makes the boy double up while another one to the side of his face causes him to collapse.

"Okay, Kid. You have asked for this." And the man advances on the boy...
 
*She grunted a bit as she hit the floor. And went to scream as Max doubled over. Seeing the man advancing on her son her eyes shift around the room anxiously, until she saw where the gun had fallen. She ran and grabbed the gun, quickly turning it and aiming it at him*

Don't make a fucking move

*She let her gaze shift to Max for a second then back to the gunman*

You allright honey?
 
Max

(OOC: Sorry, Destiny. I hadn't realised that you had posted - I thought you had lost interest :().

"You allright, honey?" His mother asks him.

The boy nods, shaking, keeping his eye on the gunman who sneered at the both of them.

"So what are you going to do now, lady?" The gunman asks...
 
OOC: I'd never lose interest... :) *grins* Just lose the comp. It's still screwed up but I manage to get on occasionally.

IC:

*pursed her lips tightly together not taking her eyes off him*

Get some rope Max.

*She thought hard trying to come up with the best way to get back at him. The adult in her told her she should call the cops but the mother in her wanted revenge for what he did to her son, and her.*
 
Max

Numbly, he obeys his mother's command and rushes down to the basement. Not even stopping to react to the cold stone on his bare feet, he finds a coil of rope and quickly returns to the living room.

"So what are you going to do, lady?" Although the gunman's question is directed at the mother, his eyes are on the boy.

"You gonna call the police? And tell them what? That I made you two fuck each other? I'll just say that I broke in and caught you two banging on the sofa. And they can prove it too. You will be arrested for incest."

The man's laughter brings tears to Max's eyes...
 
Revenge is sweet

*She smirked and shook her head*

I'd shut up wise ass... you'll see what I'm gonna do.

*nodded towards the gunman*

Tie him up.

*cocked the gun*

Touch him and I swear I'll blow your brains out.
 
Max

The boy cannot help but look at his mother standing there, completely naked, while aiming the gunman's own gun at him. His eyes take in the splendour of her firm legs, the shape of her full arse and the way her large bust moves as she breathes. Without even realising it, he starts to re-erect.

"Max?" Her eyes flickering onto his growing manhood which is still slick from her juices. Realising that she is talking to him and embarrassed that she has caught him staring, he hastens to obey her.

"Motherfucker! You want her!" Whispers the gunman as Max ties his hands behind his back...
 
She watched as her son slipped the bindings around the mans hand, she noticed the gunman say something but couldn't discern what it was. She checked the barrel, 2 bullets left. Best not to waste any... she just glared.

"Don't say a fuckin' word to him."
 
Max

Hearing his very sophisticated, very demure mother swearing does not come as a shock to the boy. Not after what they have been through.

When he finishes, he moves and stands next to her...
 
She glanced to her side seeing her tentative abused... and aroused son served to make her blood boil. Now she was feeling a longing for him, and no matter what she would always have that desire. Damn him! She had to punish him. She smiled a moment thinking what fun it would be to let her husband get home and teach him a lesson, but the gunman would no doubt tell what would happen and she feared some of the anger would go to his son. Never her, he never blamed her for anything, it was strange but his son, he'd be in trouble.

"God I don't know what to do..."

Her body quaked with anger and resentment. She raised her chin high,

"So you like sex huh?"

She paused then smirked,

"And you like it kinky. Let's see what I can do for ya... Max tie his legs, and make sure they're tied good and recheck his arms."
 
Max

(OOC: Destiny, your PM box is full)

The boy nods.

He has never seen her act like this!

His eyes linger on her breasts, their movement causing his young cock to throb more violently.

Feeling embarrassment being so close to the gunman while in this state that he attempts to shield himself as he secures the man's legs. Then after rechecking that he is properly tied, he goes back to his mother, conscious of how close their naked bodies are and finding himself wishing that he could touch her again but managing to refrain himself.

Instead, he waits for her next move...
 
OOC: Ok I'll make sure to clear it out tonight ;)

IC:

Her eyes shifted to the side where her young son stood, scanning him making sure he was overall allright, she lingered a little longer than was appropriate on his young erection she cursed silently at what the gunman had done to them both. They could never have the relationship they'd had before... and she hated him for that. She swallowed tearing her eyes back to the the gunman and wetting her lips nervously.

"Now what shall we do with you..."

She gave him a smirk...

"Max, go to my room, under the bed is a little metal box, don't look in it, just get it out."

Her husband and her did have a kinky side and a pair of handcuffs and nipple clamps were evidence of this, also was a large vibrating dildo and some lube, at least 11" long.

"And bring it here please..."
 
Intruder

"Now what shall we do with you..?"

For a while, he had thought they would simply call the police. The look in her eyes now starts to make him wonder.

"Max, go to my room, under the bed is a little metal box, don't look in it, just get it out."

Metal box?

He sees the boy quietly goes off and soon returns with a small grey metal box which he hands over to his mother.

"Hey?? What are you up to? You can't do this to me. I have my rights!" He protests. He is now starting to get worried...
 
"Rights?"

She laughed in the irony of it.

"You think we didn't have any rights? That we don't have the right to chose to be a normal family... well sir you've successfully demolished our happy lives so why should I not do something similar to you. "

She shook her head for a moment pitying the man then remembering the gun she now held in her hand trained on her son and that evil smile and the pity left.

"Turnabout is fair play."

She looked to Max,

"Bring me the box"
 
Max

With morbid fascination, he watches his mother open the box...
 
She clicked the lid inside the box were several, bdsm, related devices. Max' father and her hand't used these in some time... bout time they got some use. she took out the whip trying it out and smiled to hear the smooth crack just next to the gunman.

"Max... you should probobally go to your room...."

She paused looking at her son, who was staring attentively. His eyes were not the only part of him attentive, but she tried not to notice, Impossible.
 
Max

He watches his sexy, naked mother swinging the whip, her large breasts wobbling at the movement. The sight causes his erection to stiffen to granite hardness, a development which does not go unnotice as his mother looks at it...him when she suggests that he should go to his room.

But he doesn't want to go.

He is intrigued on what his mother is going to do to the gunman. But more importantly, he wants to continue to look at her lovely body and for a moment, he imagines himself back inside her.

Oh God!

"Can I stay?" He asks sheepishly, fighting the urge (but losing) to glance at her ripe nipples...
 
Sorry to interrupt, but I’m trying to PM Destiny.
Your PM box is full and I don’t have your e-mail anymore. Could you please PM or e-mail me?
Fondly "Sail away"
 
Hesitated

*At first she hesitated running her fingers through the lashes of teh whip... another idea hit her... god taht was wrong.. but the harm was done... She cought his eyes roving over her breast and sighed nodding...*

Allright honey.... Come here.

*She bit her lip not believing she was gonna let him stay*
 
Max

"Alright honey.... Come here."

Her words causes his heart to thump even harder in his chest as he slowly approaches her, until he is standing just inches away, his weeping cockshead almost grazing his mother's thigh.

He watches with morbid interest to see what she will do to the gunman...
 
She smiled mischieviously at the gunman,

"So you like to be in control huh? Control everyone else... wreck their lives... let's see how you like it when the shoes on the other foot..."

She stood up towering over him whip in hand.

"Max cut his clothes off..."

She tossed him a knife from the kit..
 
Max

Did she just tell him to cut his clothes off???

The boy blinks in surprise, as he holds the knife that she had just thrown to him.

He looks at his mother uncomprehendingly, ignoring for the first time that she is still naked.

"What, mom?"...
 
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