I stood my ground, my hand caressing Sophia’s shoulder in support. “I don’t know why you feel it’s necessary to humiliate your mother more than you already have Jared,” I began as Sophia tried briefly to keep me from continuing. “But if you’re insistent on doing that, then you do it to us both, if that’s what’s going to make you feel better about yourself,” I concluded, staring back into his eyes.
“So be it,” he said with a steely-eyed expression. “If that’s what you want…then sit down.”
I started to do so, pulling my chair out.
“No, next to her,” he told me, and then stood untying the sash on his robe, allowing it to part. He now stood there in front of us, fully erect, his hard stiff penis thrust out in front of him as though brandishing a sword. He stood looking down at us, stroking his cock as he did so, fisting it slowly up and down. What he was doing, I would have normally found erotic and enjoyable, just as I had done before when I’d watched him previously.
Now however, I received no pleasure out of his doing this. And I am sure the stoic look in my own face as I sat there looking at him told him that. He almost appeared to be getting frustrated a little as I now noticed his cock growing a bit softer, even though he continued to play with it. Once again I almost smiled, but it would have only served to make him even angrier and more frustrated than he already was.
“Play with yourselves,” he demanded. I at first hesitated, but Sophia almost immediately spread her own legs, her hand slipping down spreading herself, revealing even more of the now infamous blue panties still peeking out of her pussy lips as she began fingering and toying with her clit.
Still determined to support my friend, I now made a motion to touch myself seeing that she was, still giving in to what I now felt were very unreasonable, and continued humiliating demands. I hated that my own body could betray me as well, just as Sophia’s obviously was, as she moaned pleasurably, now purposely fingering herself, rubbing her clit as we sat there watching Jared jerk off. He’d managed to get himself fully erect once again,
no doubt the stimulus of seeing us likewise masturbating had worked through whatever guilt he might have been feeling after starting this. But I still hated the fact that my own body was betraying me as I felt the liquid moisture of beginning arousal begin to seep through the panties I still had stuffed up inside me. As much as I fought against the urge, the sensations, I found myself losing, the images of the nice erotic encounters we had shared, right or wrong, once again worming their way back into my memories, my thoughts.
With the sounds of Jared’s labored breathing becoming more and more noticeable, I realized he was in fact well on the way towards orgasm. He fought, holding it in check however not allowing himself to come yet, knowing full well his own pleasure would be far less than it should be.
“Make yourselves cum, before I do,” he demanded once again. I actually thought about simply faking it, but then I knew he would know if I did, unless I laid it on thick, and really acted as though I had. But I saw no point in doing so, realizing then what I felt would be an even better response, denying him whatever pleasure he was receiving from this when I actually did climax, and knew that I had.
I had given myself quick stress relief orgasms before, hardly as pleasurable as when I was aroused and excited, but I could in most instances come quickly if that was my simple intent. Which this now was. I now fingered, and rubbed my clit in such a way as to bring that about as quickly as I could, watching Jared’s face as he now locked more onto mine than upon his own mothers as Sophia labored with the difficulty of actually getting herself off.
As I actually began to climax, feeling the flush starting to spread across my face, my breasts, I allowed no pleasure to fill my eyes, locking onto Jared’s as he watched me. He saw that I was indeed in the midst of having an orgasm, though denying him the normally sweet surrender of it that I’d have once freely given him.
It was with a bit of my own personal satisfaction and joy that Jared now surrendered to his own. Frustratingly so as his prick now betrayed him, a forceful jettison of his spunk leaping from the tip, hitting me squarely between the breasts, quickly followed by another. He turned, the third already following the second as he now purposely aimed it towards Sophia, likewise spurting against her. The majority of his spending now being directed upon her as opposed to me, his intent once again pure humiliation as opposed to eroticism.
I could hear the frustration of that in his groin, even as he covered his mother’s breasts in his cream. It was evident he received no real pleasure in doing so, any more than I had given him in climaxing as he watched me. My face expressionless, even if on the inside I felt the pleasured surge of momentary release.
After he was finished, he stood there, his prick wilting far more rapidly than I had ever seen it do in the past. I could feel the trickle of his semen running down between my breasts, but I paid no attention to it, only then glancing over towards Sue who was covered in her son’s cream far more copiously than I was. She hadn’t, however , climaxed, though she sat there in vain, still fingering herself as though trying to find the way to do so…for Jared, just as he’d asked and required her to do.