"Max," He hears his mother whispered. "Just think of something else. Someone else. It will be over soon."

He takes a deep breath as he continues to feel her. A war of emotion raging deep inside. The loyal loving son is disgusted at what he is being made to do while the young hormone-driven boy is thrilled that he is finally touching his first pair of breasts.

He is brought back to reality as he listens to her shout at the man.

"You are really sick, you know that? Why don't you come over here and do this yourself? Is it a bigger turn on to watch or is it because you don't know what to do? Come on. I can show you how."

He turns to look at the man.

"Don't make me warn you again. Just get on with it." He warns them. Slowly his mother turns back to him.

"Close your eyes and pretend, Max. We will do this, but we don't have to like it. He won't win. You won't." Her last words are directed at the intruder. He simply laughs.

"We will see. Now allow your son to feel your naked breasts."

Max looks up at the horrified look on his mother's face.

"Mum?" He whispers.

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