Overheating

"Oh my!" Mom cried out, her voice trembling as she struggled to regain her footing. Her legs wobbled, and she instinctively clutched at James' arms for support, her breasts jiggling violently within the strained confines of the bra. "James, I... I think I'm overheating!" she panted, sweat dripping down her cleavage.

"That's good, it's a side-effect of your body fighting the virus. But we need to keep it in check so it doesn't overwhelm you. Don't worry, step 3 of the treatment will help us with this." James explained, making up bullshit on the spot. "Ron, help me take her inside." James looked at me.

I was surprised, James wanted me to help? What was he planning? Nonetheless, I approached mom, arms outstretched, ready to help when James interrupted.

"No! You're too weak for that!" James shouted, forbidding me from touching my own mother. "Help me take her inside by taking her skirt inside, it'll help her cool down, plus, it's getting in the way!" James slid the tiny tennis skirt off, revealing, once again, mom's beautiful bubble butt and her vulva, still quivering from the sweat training. Humiliated, I took the drenched skirt inside.

"James... I feel... dizzy..." Mom whispered, leaning heavily against James. Her bra strap snapped, causing one breast to spill out completely, the nipple erect and glistening with sweat. She didn't seem to notice, her eyes fluttering as she fought to stay conscious.

"Let me help." James said, smiling as if he'd won the lottery. he wrapped one arm around her breasts and the other cupped her firm buttocks, and pushed (or in the case of the hand on her breasts, pulled) her up.

I turned to see the pair enter the house, mom dazed. Unlike her state outside, now only one breast was covered by the bra, which was threatening to fall to the ground, bra strap broken. I tried to look away, the sight of my mother's full, exposed breast, a sight that I had long wished for was finally in front of him, only this time, it was covered by my bully's callused hand. Mom's ribcage was almost visible, beads of sweat running down her slim form, welling up at her vagina as she hyperventilated, the heat was too much.

"James... I... I'm burning up..." Mom gasped, her legs giving out completely. She slumped against him, her exposed breast pressing against his chest, her nipple rubbing against his shirt. "The virus... it's too strong..."

"No, this is all part of the process." James explained.

"James... [gasping for air], what's the next step!" Mom wheezed as James put her down onto the living room carpet. To my surprise, even in her weakened state, mom was still hyper gullible.

"Don't worry Susan, step three is the most important one," James said, kneeling beside her. He pulled out the gel bottle from his pocket. "This gel needs to be applied internally to cool you down. It's the only way to stop the overheating." His fingers dipped into the bottle, scooping out a thick glob. "Spread your legs wider." James hesitated for a second, deep in thought before speaking, "In this step, the heat as well as most of the virus particles should leave you, but to protect Ron, I need to ask that he leaves."

"Ron, honey, please go to your room!" Mom begged, her voice weak but urgent. "James knows what he's doing... I need you to be safe!"

I yelled, "Mom, he's lying!", but mom shook her head weakly, her eyes pleading. It was clear that mom was ****, the overheating was intolerable and she truly believed that James could save her.

"Just do what he says!" Mom yelled at me, breasts wobbling as her fist thumped the ground.

James smiled triumphantly as Ron stomped away. "Good boy," he muttered under his breath. "Now Susan, let's get you cooled down." His gel-coated fingers brushed her inner thigh.