The boy's heart almost stops as he tries, really tries not to look but his eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he stares at his mother's naked breasts.

Oh Mum! They are lovely!

The boy is lost. So wrapped up in what he is seeing, he fails to see the pained expression on her face.

He finds his mouth stone dry, his body trembling and his cock is pulsating painfully in his trousers, denting them obscenely. But he doesn't care, so wrapped up in looking at his mother's bosom, the boy is completely spellbound.

Max eagerly takes in every inch of her mammaries. From their very shape as they struggle against age and gravity causing them to droop ever so slightly (though he doesn't notice this). The nipples stand out thick about the width of a pencil (and hard?). A large area of skin around each nipple being slightly darker then the rest of the breasts.

So lovely!

The need to touch them, to run his hands over them, to fondle them is almost overpowering. He wants to but they is still his mother's breasts that he is looking at. Unable to move, he feels her take his hands and placing them on top of her breasts.

"It's okay, Max." She is telling him. "Just close your eyes again and pretend it's someone else... "

Unable to pull his eyes away from her large bosom, he feels himself cupping her soft flesh. Feeling their awesome weight in his hands.

So big and soft! I never thought she is so well stacked!

The very thought causes his cheeks to redden with shame even as it causes his loins to surge. Embarrassed more than ever, he can feel himself getting a hard-on.

"Enjoying yourself, kid?"

But he isn't listening. Nor does he hears the gunman's laugh. So engrossed he is in his mother's chest.

Instead, gently, delicately, his hands roams over his mother's heavy bosom. Revelling in their softness, their weight. It is so much better than what he had expected. He wants to tell her how lovely they are.

His hands play with the extended nipples, hardening them even further with his incessent fondling. Then he is sliding his hands under them, lifting them up and noting how soft they are, how they wobble.

He had thought that Pamela Anderson had great boobs. But his mother's are so much bigger, better shaped and they are natural too.

Dragging his eyes off them, he looks back at her face. Her eyes, closed, her full mouth open, making slight gasping sounds. The sight only increases his lust.

God! I want to kiss her so badly!

Suddenly the realisation of what he is doing and thinking hits him. Ashamed, though still very aroused, he pulls away.

"I'm so sorry, Mum!" he whispers, seeing for the first time the sadness etched on her face...