Mom + Aunt = Humiliation Fest?
By ClassicalBallad.
Sabrina: Hey, it’s me.
Lucy: Oh, thank goodness you’re here. I wasn’t sure if you got my message.
Sabrina: Of course I did. What’s going on, Lucy?
Lucy: Can we sit first?
Sabrina: Sure.
Lucy: It’s about my son. He was… masturbating earlier this morning. But it wasn’t just that. He was… He was watching me shower.
Sabrina: Oh, sis. Are you okay?
Lucy: I don’t think so. I don’t know what to do. He’s my son, but it’s just… weird. And wrong.
Sabrina: Don’t worry, sis. It’s a good thing I arrived right away. I think I can help, but first, how big is his… tool?
Lucy: Sabrina!
Sabrina: Oh, come on, Lucy. You can tell your big sister. Was it at least impressive for his age?
Lucy: Sabrina, I can’t talk about that!
Sabrina: Don’t worry. It’s just us girls here. Seriously, though, knowing the details will help me understand how to approach this situation. You’re obviously not equipped to handle this on your own, Luce, so just tell me. What’s the kid packing? I just want to know what we’re dealing with.
*Lucy’s embarrassed, yet a smirk takes shape in the corner of her mouth*
Lucy: Okay, fine if you think it’ll help. It’s… small. Below average, I guess. It’s like… he’s got a peanut down there.
*Sabrina struggles to keep a straight face.*
Sabrina: A peanut? Well, sis, maybe he’s just… a late bloomer?
Lucy: It’s not funny! This is my son we’re talking about!
Sabrina: You should’ve seen your face. You were going to laugh, too!
Lucy: No, stop it!
Sabrina: But really, we need to teach him a lesson. Hmm, I have an idea.
Lucy: We’re not going to do anything crazy, are we?
Sabrina: No. It’ll just be some educational intervention.
Lucy: What do you mean?
Sabrina: What I mean is we’re going to give him a taste of his own medicine. Make him understand that invading someone’s privacy is not okay. We’re going to have him drop his pants, and then we’ll tell him exactly what we think of his… little peanut.
Lucy: Sabrina, that sounds awful.
Sabrina: Don’t worry. It’s all for his own good. Besides, that’s what he was doing to you, wasn’t he?
Lucy: Okay, fine, you make a good point But we can’t go too far. We’re just going to scare him, right?
Sabrina: Yes. Leave it to me, sis. I know just what to say.
Lucy: Alright, well, what do we do first?
Sabrina: We need to sit him down and make sure he knows it’s not okay to spy on people.
Lucy: Alright, I’m with you, sis. Hey, what’s in that bag?
Sabrina: Just a little something to help drive the lesson home.
*The two women make way to his room. Sabrina stops Lucy in her tracks from knocking on her son’s door.*
Sabrina: Wait. Let’s surprise him. He didn’t knock earlier this morning, did he?
Lucy: He didn’t, but it’s a good idea. You lead the way.
*Sabrina barges into her nephew’s room. The disheveled nineteen-year-old, focused on his computer, is about to shout down his mother without turning to look at her.*
Sabrina: Ahh ahh ahh–I don’t want to hear it. Oh, look, suddenly you’re all shy when it’s your aunt. Jeez, how can you spend all day here? This place is a pig sty. The dirty laundry, the… AXE body spray? No wonder you have to resort to… never mind. Look, your mother and I need to have a little chat with you. Do you mind if I sit on the bed? Great, thanks. Now, my sister and I are a bit concerned that you might not respect others’ privacy.
*Lucy is nervous and trying to hover over her sister for protection and any little stability.*
Lucy: I caught you doing something you shouldn’t have been doing, son. You were spying on me while I was showering.
Sabrina: Don’t even try to lie. We’re not stupid. We want to help you, but first, you need to understand the gravity of your actions. You’ve been caught. Do you have anything to say for yourself? I didn’t think so. You need to learn about respect and privacy. And I’m going to start by showing you how uncomfortable it feels when someone invades your personal space. Take your pants and boxers off. You heard me. We’re going to show you what it’s like to be exposed, so you can understand why you can’t do that to people. I said all of it.
*He’s met his match. He looks towards his mother, who’s offering no help in the situation.*
Lucy: You heard your aunt, honey.
*So he drops his pants and boxers, much to his aunt’s instructions and secret, forbidden delight.*
Sabrina: Aww, look at that little peanut.
Lucy: Sabrina!
Sabrina: Lucy, just trust me. Now, kid, this isn’t about humiliating you. It’s making sure you understand that what you did was wrong. Well, if you feel humiliated, that isn’t my fault, now is it? I don’t know why something would bother you if it weren’t true. Now, I’m going to show you something, and then we’ll talk about it.
*Sabrina pulls out a dildo from her bag, which is absurdly larger than her nephew, much to his discomfort.*
Sabrina: You see this? This is what a man’s supposed to be packing.
*Sabrina flicks and traces the tip of the dildo with her tongue. She wants to correct his mistake, but she can’t help but be cruel, mocking him. She does want to humiliate him. It gets her off..*
Sabrina: But with your… peanut, I’d probably just end up biting down on it.
*Lucy stifles a giggle. She knows she shouldn’t laugh at her son.*
*Sabrina brings the dildo to her lips, wrapping them around the head. She gives it a playful kiss, then takes it into her mouth. She pulls back with a pop..*
Sabrina: Now, just imagine how disappointed the ladies are going to be when they see that little thing.
Lucy: Hey, maybe we should ease up a bit. He’s still so young.
Sabrina: Oh, sis, we’re just making sure he gets the message. You see, kid, my sister said that your little friend was more like a peanut than anything else. And let’s be honest, no one wants a mouthful of peanuts when they’re expecting something more… substantial.
Lucy: Sabrina, I really don’t think we should–
Sabrina: Lucy, look at him, really look. He’s just another man. A boy trying to be a man. And that is what he’s got to offer the world. Remember all those times in college we’d laugh at the sizes of the men we’d run into? Those guys thought that they were going to have fun with two sisters, but little did they know.
Lucy [soft chuckle]: Yes, I remember.
Sabrina: They’d cry their eyes out. So now, look at him and tell me he’s not going to be one of those guys.
Lucy [she ponders]: You’re right. He’s just a boy.
Sabrina: And we need to make sure he learns his place before he becomes a pathetic excuse for a man.
Lucy: Okay, sis. What do you think I should do?
Sabrina: Just tell him the truth. Tell him that no one wants to see that little thing, and if he keeps acting like a pervert, that’s all he’s going to have to show for himself.
*Lucy wants to laugh, but she tries to keep her composure.*
Lucy: Sweetie, when a boy looks at his mother like that, it’s just…It’s just not right. You need to understand that no one wants to see a boy with a… with a peanut down there, okay?
Sabrina: You’re catching on, sis. It’s all about honesty and keeping him on his toes. And let’s be honest, it’s a little bit fun to see him squirm, right?
Lucy: You’re right. He needs to learn. I think I know what to do.
*Lucy wants to teach him a lesson. However, she stops being concerned, delicate, and caring and becomes sexual, teasing, sarcastic, and daring. She loses the point of the lesson a bit and wants to humiliate him. She’s a dirty Mommy.*
Lucy: Here, I’ll walk over to the bed, and I’ll hike my dress up. Can you see that, son? Can you see my legs and my lacy black thong? It barely covers anything. I’m going to get into bed. Look at this, son. Look, I’m arching my back. My ass is in full view. But could you ever satisfy anyone with… that?
*She raises her hand and slaps her ass.*
Could you ever make a woman clap like that? Because let me tell you, sweetie, that’s what we’re looking for in a man. A man’s worth is measured in more than just his size. It’s about respect, maturity, and knowing how to treat a woman.
*She slaps her ass again.*
And with your little peanut, you’ve got a long way to go.
*Sabrina can’t help but tease both her sister and nephew. She’s excited, and frankly, even a little turned on.*
Sabrina: You know what, sis? I bet your little boy here’s been dreaming of this moment for ages—the chance to see his mom’s ass up close and personal. You’d love to fuck your mommy, wouldn’t you?
Lucy: Sabrina…
*Lucy knows it’s wrong to tease her son this way, but she can’t help but continue out of her own arousal. She’s dampening as she continues.*
You know what, I think he would. I’m going to walk over to you, son. You’ve always had a thing for me, haven’t you? You’ve dreamt of this moment. Oh, what’s the matter? Why does it look like you hate my breasts, almost pressing against your head as I hover over you? They’re about to pop out of my dress at any moment. It’s because you’re ashamed, isn’t it? You won’t even enjoy the view.
Whatever. I’ll give you a little space.
Aww, what’s wrong? I’m just slipping my hand under my dress to trace my sexy, black lace. I think I know what’s wrong. You want to fuck me, don’t you? Wouldn’t you just love to get between these legs and show me what you got? But you won’t. You hate how much sexier I look compared to you and your little peanut. You want to get it up so bad that you look like you have a chance.
Mmm. What? I can’t help it if I want to shake my ass. I can’t help it if I want to hike my dress up again…
*Lucy hikes her dress up, revealing her lacy thong. She longs to get a rise out of him.*
Don’t be shy, sweetie. You’ve already seen more of me than you should have. What’s a little more? I mean, is this really so different from when you were peeking at me in the shower? In fact, I’ll just slide down my panties.
*Lucy bends over as she slides her panties down. She’s grinning.*
Look at me. Look at what you’ll never have. In fact, just show me, son. Show me what a real man does to his mother. Take it. Take me like you’ve always wanted to.
*Sabrina steps in, stopping her sister from going through with this. Even though a lustful shade of her would like to see her nephew frantically pump into his mother, she’s sober enough to know he doesn’t deserve it.*
Sabrina: Hold on, Lucy. Look at the little guy. It’s barely even there. (To nephew) What makes you think you could handle a woman like my sister with that? (To Lucy) Maybe he’s not so eager after all. I’m so sorry, Lucy. It seems like your little boy’s not man enough to give you what you really need. It sucks, I mean, you’ve got such a… delicious ass.
*Lucy is taken aback and has woken out of her “dirty Mommy” shade. She’s flustered and remorseful.*
Lucy: I didn’t mean… I just… I didn’t mean to go that far.
Sabrina: It’s okay, sis. You don’t need to worry. We all get a bit carried away. Besides, we’re not going to let him get his hands on you. You know, Lucy, you’ve been carrying a lot of stress with this whole situation. Why don’t you let me help you… relax? Since our little boy can’t get it up for anything more than a shower peep show, maybe we should give you what you really need.
Lucy: What are you saying?
Sabrina: I’m saying, let’s show him what a real woman looks like when she’s being pleasured, while you release your stress too.
Lucy: Okay, we can show him!
*Sabrina holds the dildo, examining and even admiring its shape and texture.*
Sabrina: It’s a good thing I brought this. It’s the closest he’ll ever get to satisfying a woman like you. Like his mother. It’s the difference between a toy car and a Ferrari, isn’t it, Lucy? Why don’t you sit down?
Lucy: Okay.
Sabrina: Now, let’s show him what a real woman does
*Sabrina brings the dildo to her lips. Her tongue flicks out to taste it. She takes the entire length into her mouth. She pulls back and gives it a playful kiss.*
Lucy: Sis, you’re just taking all of it!
*Sabrina pulls back and recovers.*
Sabrina: It’s not the same as the real thing, but it’s all we got.
Lucy: Here, can I try?
*Lucy brings the toy to her lips and starts to lick it. She opens her mouth wider, taking in as much of the shaft as she can. She bobs her head up and down, and her tongue swirls around her head as she sucks. She gags slightly, but she continues, burying it deep in her throat. She pulls back, gasping for air.*
*Sabrina softly pats her sister on the back of her head to keep going. She does this as Lucy gags.*
Sabrina: Keep going, sis.
*Lucy is gasping for air.*
Lucy: Look at that, son. This is what you’ll never be able to do for me. You’ll never make my eyes water like that. Here, Sabrina. Why don’t we show him how it’s done?
Sabrina: Look at this, kid. Watch me slide the toy into your mother.
*Lucy breathes raggedly while her sister works the toy into her. She doesn’t bother stifling her moans.*
Sabrina: This is what you can’t handle. This is what a real man can do. But your mommy was going to let you try, weren’t you?
Lucy: Mhmm. Yes, I wanted to know if he was… more of a man. If he were… bigger, I might’ve…
Sabrina: Might’ve what, sis?
Lucy: If he were more of a man, I would’ve invited him in the shower. I would’ve wanted him to see me like this. You see, sweetie, ever since you turned nineteen, I noticed a change in the way you look at me.
*Lucy’s voice gains an unmistakable seductive edge. She wants to tease her son.*
The way you tried to peek down my low-cut tops when I leaned over… or the way your eyes lingered on my ass when I bent over in one of my tight dresses. I wear them quite often, don’t I? It was like you became a man overnight. And I can’t lie, it turned me on. Sometimes I’d bend over a little more when I knew you were around, so that you could see a little more. Don’t you lie to me! I know what I’ve seen. Remember that time you had your friends over, and you thought I couldn’t hear? They were all talking about how hot they thought I was, and what did you say? You laughed. You didn’t even bother to pretend to be grossed out. You liked it. And you told them exactly what you’d love to do to me, didn’t you? The things you said… the things you described you’d do to me. Could you tell your aunt what you told your friends?
Sabrina: Come on, kid. What did you say? I’m sure it was just boy talk, but it’s essential that we get everything out in the open. So, what was it that you fantasized about doing to your sweet mother?
*Sabrina feigns sincerity when really she’s turned on by the way her nephew would talk about his mother.*
So, let me get this straight.
*Sabrina mimics her nephew’s annoying tone, while relaying the things he told her.*
You said you’d grope those ‘soft, milky, perky tits.’ And that you’d just love to grab her ‘juicy ass’ while you took your mother from behind and fucked her ‘tight, wet pussy’ as she let out her ‘desperate moans.’ And you had the nerve to say you’d make her beg for it. Did you also tell them about her real moans at night, the ones that sound like she’s in desperate need of a real man?
*Lucy can’t help but delve back into her dirty Mommy persona.*
Lucy: It was like you were sharing a juicy secret, something naughty, something only you knew about me. But you know what, son? I’ve had thoughts too. Thoughts that might just make your little head explode. I knew you were… curious, to put it lightly. So this morning, when I showered, I left the door open. I let out little noises.
*Sabrina lets out soft moans to mimic the sounds she made in the shower.*
I hoped you’d come in and take the bait. I wanted to see how much of a man you’ve become. You had no idea that I was watching you reach down into your shorts. My heart was racing, but when I saw how you were… You were just a boy… I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. But it also made me so, so wet.
*Lucy notices the disappointment and sadness that rule her son’s face, and it only emboldens her. Gone is the caring, sympathetic mother she takes on a day-to-day basis. Her college years would be proud, yet she’d never know it.*
It’s not your fault, baby, but I did what any self-respecting woman would do. I touched myself, imagining you desiring me, imagining what it would be like if you were different from how you are, than to settle for you. The real you. I closed my eyes, pretending it was your hands stroking my breasts, your cock inside me, filling me up, but I would never let you catch me. I really thought if you were bigger, if you could fill me like this toy, then maybe my thoughts wouldn’t be so wrong. But when I was done, I realized it could never be. I couldn’t let myself think about you that way.
So I called Sabrina to put an end to it for both of us. I couldn’t let this go on. I can’t keep living with the thought of you, bigger than you actually are. And with you invading my privacy like that, you had to learn to control those desires, to respect me, even when I make it *hard* for you.
Sabrina: Oh my God, my sister is such a naughty mommy, letting your little boy see your sexy body. But look at him. He’s just not man enough for you. You see, kid, this is what happens when you’re not man enough for your mother. She has to look elsewhere for satisfaction. Look at you. You’ve missed your chance to play with your dirty little mommy, and she’s enjoying it so much without you. She was ready to give it up for you, but you couldn’t even get it up for her. Well, now you know, Lucy. You can’t have him, not even when you’re begging. But don’t worry, we’ve got something better.
Lucy: That’s right. Look at it, son. Look at how much bigger it is than you. Does it make you feel inadequate? Do you like watching this? Tell me, do you like seeing your mother filled by something so much bigger than you have, than you are? Do you want to see me come? Do you want to see what it looks like when a woman’s satisfied? I’m just going to close my eyes and enjoy the pleasure.
*Having revealed her secret, fantasies that are not meant to be, she imagines that her son is fucking her while her sister slides the toy in her. She wants to bid goodbye to her fantasy, yet she wants him to be part of it. She needs him to be a part of it, even if he could never satisfy her.*
Oh, son, you’re so big for me. You’re just what I need. Oh, you’re such a good boy, making mommy so wet and slippery. You feel so good inside me. Just like that. Mmm, you’re such a perfect fit, just like any son should be. Mmmph, do you like it when I rock my hips against you? Just fuck me, sweetheart. You can have me whenever you want, as much as you want, as hard as you want.
Do you want to make me cum? Come on. Fuck me, baby. Make your mommy cum. Oh, my baby boy. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me hard. Fuck your mother. Oh, son, yes, yes, yes. Sweetie, yes.
*Lucy orgasms, and she has no regret over what she’s done. She’s exhausted and basks for a bit.*
Sabrina: Fuck, sis. Were you tormenting the poor boy, or were you pretending it was your son’s cock filling you up? Too bad you can’t throw yourself at the real thing, huh?
Lucy: Yeah. If only you were bigger, huh, son? If you had something like this, maybe, just maybe, I would’ve let you in on this little secret. Hey, look at me, don’t look away. Look at what you missed out on. I’ll make you a deal. If you can get hard, you come here and drill into me. Come on, baby. Get hard for Mommy. You know you want to. I’m just gonna play with my pussy for a bit. That should get you hard fast.
Aww, come on, please.
*Lucy lets out a sadistic laugh.*
Aww, you poor boy. And you know what, sweetheart?
Maybe you could’ve had two beautiful women at your feet, begging you to fill us up. But no, you’re not man enough. Look at that pathetic little thing, still trying. It’s so cute, really. But it’s just not going to happen for you. It’s so sad, really.
Sabrina: You see that, don’t you, little man?
My arousal is running down my leg. Don’t get too excited. I’m wet for my sister who’s spreading her legs for me, not for you.
But, yeah, you’re right, sis. If he were endowed, I would’ve convinced you to let him have a taste. Why do you think I asked about his size in the first place?
After all, you wouldn’t have needed much convincing, would you?
Mmm, I would’ve taken him in my mouth while you fucked me with this thing. Then you would have ridden his cock while I rocked my hips on his face. Mommy rides first.
If he had a cock like this, you’d be begging for it. You’d let him do whatever he wanted to you, wouldn’t you?
Lucy: Yes.
Sabrina: Look how much more of a man I am compared to him when I hold this thing.
*The sisters laugh, and they’re about to return to normalcy.*
Sabrina: Well, Lucy, are you feeling better now?
Lucy: Almost, but I think we’ve made our point. Could you leave us alone for a bit? I need to talk to him.
Sabrina: Of course. I’ll just be on the couch.
*Sabrina leaves the room and retires to the couch, embracing a sense of satisfaction.*
*Lucy slides her panties up and pulls her dress down.*
Lucy: Son, you need to get dressed now.
*Lucy is no longer dirty, Mommy. She’s her normal, caring motherly self.*
Come here.
Sweetie, come here. I know you’re hurting, so let me hold you.
*Her son is hesitant, but he retreats into her arms.*
That’s better.
Now look, you don’t ever need to spy on me again, right?
Oh, you’re trembling. You should be grateful that your aunt didn’t make you suck on that thing. You wouldn’t have liked the taste of it, I’m sure.
It’s okay to cry. Let it out, baby. You’ve learned your lesson.
I’m sorry, but you had to understand. You can’t just barge in on me like that. It’s not right. I need to know that you get it, that you understand the importance of privacy.
I’m going to talk to your aunt now. You need to clean up in here and wash your sheets.
You be good for Mommy–or, I mean, be good for me. Okay? Be good for me.
*Lucy’s lust remains, but she maintains herself. She has to, after all, she’s almost fulfilled her fantasy. She exits the room and meets her sister.*
Sabrina: So how’d it go in there?
Lucy: It was okay. So, I guess things are gonna be awkward between all of us.
Sabrina: Not necessarily. What we did was unconventional, but we scared him. We will all be normal because he’s dictated by fear. The best part is that he won’t act out again, out of fear that we’ll go back, invade his privacy, and this time, make him cry.
Lucy: I guess that makes sense. But what if he is a late bloomer, and he… He becomes… substantial? What if he becomes daring enough to spy on me again? Knowing what I… what I like…
Sabrina: Then I guess nothing’s stopping you from inviting him into the shower, right?
The End.
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