11-22-2003, 12:52 PM
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Best of Interracial III
The credits give way to a young white man sporting a moustache ringing a front door bell. The door is answered by an attactive enormous breasted black woman clad only in a bra and a pair of panties.
"Hi, I'm the washing machine repair man. I believe your washing machine is broken?" he says, learing at her almost naked body.
"Oh thank God you are here. All my clothes are in it and I need something to wear desperately so that I can go out tonight." she says, her voice deep and husky, her eyes all over his body.
"Don't worry, Miss. I will sort you out." and he follows her into the house.
The next scene shows him walking into the kitchen. One look at the washing machine, he immediately knows what the problem is. "It's your crank shaft. It's stuck!"
"Oh dear!" she replies, "What can you do?"
"All you have to do is switch it off for a little while and it will become unstuck."
He walks over and pulls the power lead from the wall socket.
"Give it ten minutes and it will be right as rain. But I better hang around just in case it's not." He grins at her.
"Oh thank you!" she gasps. "I would offer you a cup of coffee but I have no coffee in the house."
"That's okay, " he says, striding over to her, "I can think of something else you can offer me."
And then they are kissing, their hands heavily groping each other.
Within seconds, their clothes are in a heap on the floor with the man enthusiastically massaging the woman's large breasts, while she is fonding his firm arse and semi-hard large cock.
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11-22-2003, 12:56 PM
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Max
Max feels the shame burning his cheeks as he is forced to watch the action taking place on the large projection screen. Ever conscious of his mother sitting just next to him.
Since the video is being played on his father home entertainment system, the moans and groans of the couple can be heard quite clearly coming out loudly on all the speakers.
He glances at his mother and see that her eyes are on the screen, her expression completely unreadable.
Her eyes catch his.
"I'm sorry, Mum." he mumbles so that only she can hear.
He turns back to the screen.
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11-29-2003, 04:28 PM
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Helene drank the wine down quickly, as per instructions, though she would have killed for a bourbon. Blinking when Simon turned off the lamp, her eyes adjusted from the harsh glare of the bulb that had been shining in their faces. The room was still semi-dark, but the flickering glow of the projection screen as the film began to play allowed her to glance around the room, taking in objects and their placement. Perhaps...
She was mesmerized by the film as the scenario began to unfold. Helene wasn't naive, but she'd never actually seen a porn flick before. Nor had she ever seen an erection quite so large. She couldn't help wondering how a woman could possibly take...
Helene was so engrossed in the movie that when she heard her son's apology, she just automatically reached out to place her hand reassuringly on his leg without looking. Much to her horror and embarrassment, her hand came smack dab down on a bulge that could only be... Gods! Why hadn't she noticed that he'd moved when he sat back down?
Too shocked to even apologize, Helene felt her son stiffen and jerked her arm back as if it were on fire. It was an innocent mistake, but she prayed fervently that Simon had not seen. It was bad enough that Max was the innocent victim of her blunder, but she knew Simon would turn that into something dark and ugly if he'd noticed.
Helene wanted to vomit. She could only imagine how her son must feel.
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11-29-2003, 04:47 PM
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'Simon' the Intruder
Instead of watching the video (which he had seen plenty similar/better anyway), he watches the pair on the couch instead, enjoying their discomfort.
He watches the mother as she puts her hand on her son's thigh only to pull it away.
Why? Has the kid got a hard on?
"So, kid, this is the sort of film you like, eh? Do you like fucking black girls?" he says, continuing to taunt the boy.
"Or should I say 'would you like fucking any girls?' watching Max's reaction. "I think you are a virgin, aren't you, kid?"
The boy says nothing.
"Simon says: Answer the question! Well, are you a virgin or not? Well, are you??"
He sees a slight nod. "Yes" mutters the boy.
"So you never stuck your wick in anybody. You never shown it to any girl have you, kid? You would like to show it a girl would you? Any girl or woman for that matter. I bet you would even love to show it to your own mother. Show her how big it can get."
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11-29-2003, 04:51 PM
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Max
The boy looks down mortified when he feels his mother accidentally touch the soft bulge resting on his thigh through his tracksuit bottoms.
He is even more mortified when it starts to grow large, his body realising that for the first time, a woman has touch him there.
Oh God! Please don't!
Then the gunman starts to tease him again. Making him admit that he is a virgin, causing his semi-erection to die.
"I bet you would even love to show it to your own mother. Show her how big it can get."
When he hears the gunman mentioning his mother, the boy explodes. All his frustration comes out. He wants to kill him.
"Why you fu..." he tries to get up only to find his mother holding him, restraining him.
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11-29-2003, 04:56 PM
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'Simon'
He watches with amusement as the boy tries to get up, only to be grabbed by his mother, wrapping her arms around him.
"Sorry, kid! Did I upset you?" he laughs. "Have I hurt your pride? Looks like you need a kiss from mommy."
He looks at the screen and see the man, who had been sucking one of the woman's breasts, moves his mouth back onto hers, his tongue plunging inside, entwining with hers.
Turning back to the mother and son.
"Simon says: Kiss your boy. But not like a mother but like the woman on the screen."
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12-03-2003, 02:18 AM
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Helene's heart leapt into her mouth when she saw her son start to jump up from the couch. "Max!" Her voice was low and even as she grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"You don't want to do this, sweetie," she said softly. Turning toward Simon and glaring at his shadowy form she added, "He's not worth it."
Satisfied that Max was fully seated again, Helene continued. "Look, I said I would do anything you wanted. Give you anything you need. Just leave my son alone!"
She certainly didn't expect what he said next. "Simon says: Kiss your boy. But not like a mother but like the woman on the screen."
Helene was still holding Max's arm and she gave it a gentle squeeze as her eyes slowly moved toward the screen. The couple was in a liplock that would have melted an iceberg at the North Pole. She squeezed his arm again and held tight.
Perhaps it was the protective mother in her, but Helene didn't think as she spat out her reply. It was ludicrous! Disgusting! And she would not subject her son to such... "Now that is sick. What are you -- some kind of demented pervert? I said that I would do whatever you wanted. Not Max. Me! Just let my boy go. Now!"
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12-04-2003, 07:40 PM
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'Simon'
"Now that is sick. What are you -- some kind of demented pervert? I said that I would do whatever you wanted. Not Max. Me! Just let my boy go. Now!" Protests the mother.
This is going to be better than he thought, he grins to himself.
Looking at the television screen, he sees that the couple, for the moment, have stopped their fondling and instead have each other in a clinch, mouths working away at each other.
"Well? Aren't you listening to me?" The mother says again.
"As a matter of fact...no." He enjoys seeing her shocked expression. Evidently she is used to being taken seriously.
"I don't think you fully understand the situation." To demonstrate, he aims his silencer at an expensive looking vase and fires at it. The noise of it shattering causes the two on the couch to jump.
"Remember, not only can I kill the boy, I can hurt him too." H e takes carefully aim at the boy's legs, his meaning clear.
"Now, as a forfeit for not instantly obeying, I want you, Mrs Fairfax, to show your son that you can kiss better than the slut on the television set and only to stop when I tell you to."
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12-04-2003, 07:46 PM
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Max
The boy sits there, terrified. His anger, which was raging a moment ago is now gone.
He can feel his mother's body against his as she cuddles him, feeling a little self-conscious when he realises what the gunman wants them to do.
He wants them to kiss!
He couldn't do it! She's his mother! And besides, he has never kissed anyone before. What would father say?
He finds himself shaking as he looks at his mother.
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12-11-2003, 11:28 PM
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Helene grabbed Max and held him close as the vase exploded, the sound of the porcelain shattering louder than the sound from the gun. If she had doubted Simon's intent before, she knew now that he meant business. Especially when he threatened to hurt Max. No matter what, she wouldn't let that happen.
Considering the alternative, perhaps it would appease this psychotic madman for her to kiss Max. Actors and actresses did it in the movies all the time. It certainly looked real enough to the audience -- and that was the whole point, wasn't it? Simon was the "audience" and they were the "players".
"Okay. Okay. Whatever you want. Just don't hurt my boy."
Turning toward her son, Helene wrapped her arms around him and whispered. "Just trust me, sweetie. Everything will be all right."
Turning them at an angle that made their mouths not fully visible to the man who sat in the shadows, Helene began to kiss her son. Keeping her mouth closed, she placed her lips against his, only slightly off center and hoped that Max would play along without adjusting their position.
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12-13-2003, 08:32 AM
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"Just trust me, sweetie. Everything will be all right." He hears his mother say.
He just sits there trembling, his body stiff, as his mother first gently kisses him on the cheek.
Then she moves his head to face her.
Omigod! She's going to kiss me! he thinks in disbelief.
Then for the first time in his young life, a pair of female lips touches his and despite the situation, the boy can't help what feels like a mild electric shock go through his lips which only gets stronger the longer their lips stay pressed together. Filled with a sudden urge to respond, the boy begins to tremble in his mother's arms.
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12-13-2003, 08:41 AM
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'Simon'
'Simon' scrowls as he sees the mother starts to 'kiss' the boy. He is not happy with their 'performance' - particular the mother's.
"NO! I want a kiss with passion. Use your tongue and suck on his mouth as if he is your long-lost lover!"
He slowly aims the gun.
"I won't ask again."
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12-20-2003, 09:11 PM
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This is so wrong! But I have to be strong for Max. Keep him safe. The perv just wants to get his jollies off. That's all. I can do this. Max will understand when it's all over and this bastard has gone. Thoughts whirled through Helene's head. There was no way to get around Simon's demand that they kiss -- not if she wanted to keep Max safe.
Glaring toward the silhouette of the man, she knew he could see the look of utter disdain and defiance on her face, and somehow that gave her a small measure of satisfaction. Turning back to her son, she placed her hands on his shoulders.
"You have to trust me, sweetie. Everything is going to be all right."
Max nodded quietly, his eyes wide and his face flushed. Pulling him close, Helene embraced her son and whispered for him to close his eyes. Once she saw that he had done, she brought her lips toward his and brushed them against his.
Use your tongue, he'd said. Suck his lips. Gods forgive me. I just want to keep my son safe. Pretend. Pretend it's Reinhold. The way you used to kiss. You can do this, Helene. You can!
Pulling back slightly, Helene looked at her son's mouth, seeing that of her husband's. It wasn't very different from Reinhold's mouth, she thought, as she slowly drew his bottom lip into hers. Max tensed when she did that and she brought her lips fully over his, murmuring into his mouth. "Just relax, sweetie. Trust me."
His quiet whimper twisted her heart as she slipped her tongue between her son's lips and began to kiss him earnestly. Just hang in there, Max. It will be over soon. I'm going to make this the best kiss that bastard has ever seen. Pulling her son closer still, Helene felt him start to respond. Good. Simon has to notice that. Maybe now he'll go and leave us alone.
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12-23-2003, 09:22 AM
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"Just relax, sweetie. Trust me." she whispers as she pulls back slightly, her eyes on his lips.
Then she is kissing him again. But it is different this time, her mouth is open against his, and he can feel something pressing against his lips. Almost against his will, he finds himself opening his own mouth and is then shocked to feel something wet sliding in.
It's her tongue! His mother is actually putting her tongue in his mouth.
He had heard his friends at school say that they have done this with their girlfriends (those who have one that is).
With one hand on the back of his head, the other holding his cheek, he can feel his mother's lips moving against his own, her tongue sliding to and fro within his mouth.
Despite himself, he feels a flush of excitement run through his body, making him tremble even more. Immediately, he feels disgusted with himself.
This is own mother he is kissing.
Nevertheless, he finds his arm snaking around her even as his presses his mouth against hers.
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12-23-2003, 09:26 AM
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'Simon'
"Great!" he smiles.
He watches as the mother starts to kiss the boy, seeing her tongue enter the boy's mouth.
He feels himself stiffening at the site.
"Now I want more passion." he says.
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