A Living Room Show

“I-I wasn’t even insecure about them until people started pointing that out,” I blurted out. “I was perfectly content with them until I started ending up naked.”

Then it finally happened. Finally tears started falling, my hands left my body, exposing my naked body to my parents once again, as I covered my face, my shame was finally complete…

Then I heard a creak at the door to the kitchen.

“Really Jasmin,” Liz gloated. “Can’t you keep your clothes on for five seconds?”

“Not now Liz,” my mother said firmly. “We need to put an end to this once and for all.”

Then my mother was dragging me towards the living room, leaving me with only one free hand to attempt to cover myself. In that split second to decide which to cover up. Finally, I decided on my pussy, knowing that the reason for my mother dragging me in there in front of Liz’s friends and, sadly, Jim once again, was to try to prove something that did not need to be proven to me, that my breasts were not saggy. So they would soon be revealed regardless.

Jim had already proven that with his kind words, I did not need to have it proven to me any further, especially not by exposing me to further people.

Not that I could stop it.

Liz’s friends had been ogling Jim as he sat looking rather regal in his t-shirt and black jeans sipping his tea, but their eyes were snatched from him as my mother dragged me into the living room, barely concealing my pussy, my saggy breasts bouncing wildly before them, quickly followed by Liz, grinning ear to ear, her phone pointed toward me capturing more of my humiliation.

My tears had dried, and instead I only felt more humiliation… and lust as I stood before them, my mother still gripped my hand, forcing me to expose my breasts to them, nipples still at full attention. The room was silent as first, save for a few escaped giggles from my sister. I stole a look at Jim, and saw that he just had that same look of disappointment on his face upon the sight of me being humiliated again. Both of Liz’s friends wore smiles as big at Liz’s own.

I looked down and sighed.

“My daughter here has gotten it into her head that her breasts are saggy and that she needs a boob job,” my mother declared to the room, “and I just wanted to see if all of you could give your own opinions on her breasts to help alleviate her worries.” Then she looked to Jim. “And I believe that your opinion would benefit her most.”

She finally let go of my hand and I quickly covered my breasts with it, biting my lip once I again touched my aching nipples, my other hand was already soaked with my juices.

“Hands down Jasmin,” my mother ordered. “Back straight, chest out.” She demonstrated the pose herself as she said it.

I looked to Jim, he shook his head to me, mouthing the words, ‘No. Just say no.’

Instead I dropped my hands, exposing myself to the room, I straightened my back, and stuck out my chest, as if proud to display myself to them. Liz’s friends eyed my body, almost greedily taking in everything that I had just put in display. I saw Liz’s phone moving up and down, no doubt zooming into my breasts and pussy for a better look.

I wondered if her phone was capturing how wet I was down there. I shuddered thinking about this video being posted on her social media. Being passed around the other students at my school.

Oh God… school. What would it be like on Monday?

“Now walk to each of them Jasmin,” my mother commanded. “Give them a good look so that they can give an honest opinion.”

I walked to the girls first, aware of how slick my thighs were as I approached them. My hands and arms shook, urging me to cover myself, but I **** them to stay by my sides as I stood before Liz’s friends. Their eyes were as wide as their grins as they leered at my saggy breasts, then their eyes took in the sight of my pussy. It was eye level and close enough that they could see how wet and puffy and red it was. I saw the realisation on their faces as they noticed it.

One turned to the other and whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. “Oh my God. How wet is she?”

“I know, right?” the other replied. “You can even smell her? What a slut.”

The word cut me. Is that what everybody though I was now…? Well, why wouldn’t they after all of my recent excursions… my exposures?

“Maybe we should let the others know…” one of them said suddenly. “Like, make it even more obvious to them.”

“Now Jim,” my mother called.

I dimly walked over to Jim, his eyes roamed my body from his downward gaze, before meeting my eyes, he gave me a slight smile, as if to reassure me.

Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him to whisper into my ear. I felt his breath on my breasts as they dangled before him, coming dangerously close to slapping him in the face as my nipples grazed his stubble, causing me to stifle another moan.

My sister snorted behind me, probably at the sight of me bending over before them at the waist. I suddenly remembered her videoing me on my hands and knees.

‘You can see her butthole, that’s so embarrassing,’ I remembered from that day.

And I wondered how much of me they could see of me back there this time.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you say no. I haven’t changed my mind about you.”

His words encouraged me. But I couldn’t think of anything else but release anymore, so I quickly whispered back. “You need to get me out of here! I really need to cum.”

My face was burning as the words left my mouth.

He released me, and I quickly stood up straight again, Jim’s eyes were wide and I met them at first, before nodding to him, and mouthing a ‘Please’. Then I quickly looked down. I couldn’t bare to look at him just now. Just in case.

I really didn’t want to cum in front of anybody, but I would at least rather it be just be me and Jim than in front of him, my family and my sisters friends.