Chapter 5

Every boy now started cheering or, at least, that’s how it sounded to Lorraine as Aaron reached around her and grabbed ahold of her wrists. Lorraine had crossed her arms back in front of her chest again for she just couldn’t help herself and she prayed with all her might that this was something she could do without running the risk of her kids being killed. In an ironic sort of twist, Lorraine found herself wishing that this moment would never end for she was sure that whatever came next could only be worse. Yet, even with her eyes closed and the image of her two youngest children burning brightly in her mind, when Aaron grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms aside so that everyone in the room could see all of her large, gorgeous and firm, creamy white 34DD breasts, each one of which was capped with a fully erect, light pink nipple, it was impossible not to resist. In the end, it took the hard press of her son’s knee pushing between her shoulder blades while Aaron pulled her arms back that made Lorraine uncover her breasts.

“Arch your back mom” Aaron commanded his mother as if he wasn’t using his knee to force Lorraine to do just that. In fact, Lorraine’s son had her back fully arched now and her upturned breasts were thrust out towards the boys as if begging for their touch.

“Now look at the cameras and say “God I love showing my naked breasts to strange little boys”. This command Lorraine barely heard as her son whispered it to her softly. Still she repeated the words as her son told her.

“Ga-, God I l-love sh-showing m-, my nuh-naked b-, breasts to st-, strange little boys”.

“Good god mom, that was terrible” Aaron sounded genuinely disappointed. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to do that over, until you get it right. Now say it again. Five more times with no fuckups. Or else next time it’s going to be ten. And say it all sexy, like with licking your lips and talking all sexy too.”

“Say it like you’re getting wet.” Tyrell chimed in. Lorraine now noticed the small black boy had moved in next to her, so close that if he had wanted to, the boy could reach out and touch her bare breast.

“Yeah say it like you’re getting wet” chimed in Aaron from behind her where his knee was still firmly planted in the middle of her back and Lorraine wondered if her son even knew what “getting wet” meant. The pressure her son’s knee was placing on her spine increased and Lorraine gritted her teeth against the pain. She once again examined all her options and saw no hope of escape. She had to do what her son was telling her. She took in a deep breath and looked into the sea of cameras pointed at her.

“God I love showing my naked breasts to strange little boys”. Lorraine said in a loud, firm voice.

“Don’t forget sexy, mom” Aaron whispered to her.

Lorraine swallowed, forced her eyelids to close half way and she said in a breathless and raspy voice.

“God I love showing my naked breasts to strange little boys”.

“Lick your lips too. Don’t forget that.” Aaron whispered again.

Lorraine now made her delicate, pink tongue slide out over her lips as she first dragged it over her top lip and then, opening her mouth a little wider, she slid it back over her bottom lip.

God, there’s no way I look sexy doing this. Lorraine now thought. Instead, I must look terrified.

“O.k. now mom, three more times with feeling. And make it fast. I’m getting anxious to move on to what’s next.” Aaron whispered and his words sent a chill down Lorraine’s spine.

“God I love showing my naked breasts to strange little boys” Lorraine now said in her sexiest and raspiest voice. She even now had the composure to throw a little head shake in there and allow the golden semi-curly trestles that flowed from out of her scalp to dance and sway in a tantalizing manner.

“God I love showing my naked breasts to strange little boys,” Lorraine then said again.

“God I love showing my naked breasts to strange little boys”.

Lerena whispered it huskily for the final time. Her eyes still half lidded while her gorgeous blond hair tantalizing swayed. Her tongue was constantly moving as it circled her lips keeping them alluringly moist as she did her best to fake that she wasn’t being completely humiliated.

Finally, Aaron let go of her arms and Lorraine gratefully slumped forward as the muscles in her back went from a shrieking in pain to only a dull ache. Yet, before she now even had a moment to catch her breath, her son had slid off the table and was standing in front of her.

“O.k. mom. Sit back on the table. All the way back so your legs just hang over the edge.”

Aaron waited a brief moment for his mother to comply and, when she didn’t Aaron repeated the command.

“Go on, do it,” he said but Lorraine was unable to make herself move as she instead resorted to begging. @

“Aaron, I, I can’t. Please you can’t ask me to. Don’t you know what you’re asking me to do.”

Lorraine stared deep into her son’s eyes as she pleaded with him as Tyrell leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“You’re not supposed to say a fucking word other than ‘I think that’s a great idea’ unless I say it’s o.k.” the furious young black boy now hissed.

“Now if you don’t move your ass to the edge of the table at light fucking speed and with a huge smile on your face, I’ll make a phone call and someone will start to slowly peel the skin off your kids.”

In the end, it was probably the one thing that someone could say to Lorraine that could get her to participate as, with tears still in her eyes, she forced a huge smile onto her face and then slid to the edge of the table so that only her bottom remained on it. As she did so she no longer bothered to cover her breasts from the gaggle of boys standing in her kitchen filming her. That ship had sailed, that battle had been lost and each boy had seen every inch of her at least from the waist up and all she could do was focus on what lay ahead and try to make sure that things didn’t get worse.

“All right!” Aaron exclaimed as he eagerly climbed up on the table and then straddled his mother’s waist.

“Time for the main course!” he shouted triumphantly and, apparently no longer feeling the need to use force, Aaron wrapped his hand around the back of his mother’s head and pulled her face toward him. Lorraine’s son then firmly pressed his lips against hers and, in the space of only a few moments, she had yielded to his insistent pressure and opened her mouth accepting her own son’s tongue in it for the third time today. Now, with his one free hand, Aaron groped at his mother’s breasts as he stroked the sensitive flesh and then rolled her swollen and sensitive nipples between his thumb and his forefinger. He then pulled Lorraine even more firmly into her as he continued to kiss her passionately before breaking it off so that he could whisper in her ear.

“When I kiss you and hold you close mom, you need to wrap your arms around me and hold me close to you as well. Understand? Say yes.”

“Yes.” Lorraine whispered back. She wrapped her arms around her son

“Say yes, my son,” Aaron now commanded. Lorraine winced when she heard the new order.

“Yes, my son” she said.

Say ‘yes, my son and my master” Aaron whispered with a chuckle. Lorraine clenched her teeth. Her fourteen year old son, the one that, up until now, she would ground for the weekend without a second thought, was telling her to call him master. Feeling totally helpless and hopeless, Lorraine repeated the humiliating phrase.

“Yes, my son and master.” Lorraine stated woodenly before she let go a little gasp as she felt her son's hands move to the top of her shorts. This caused all thoughts of her two youngest children to fly from her mind as Lorraine pleaded with her son to not take this any further.