Humiliation

[This chapter takes place in the kitchen after Stage 3 of the treatment. This chapter's events follow the end of the events in both Ron and James' POV chapters.]

"Oh James, thank you so much!" Mom said, turning to James. From my vantage point, it was clear that her shirt gaped open, revealing her entire chest to James, but I got to see nothing. "I'll do anything to stay healthy!" Mom exclaimed, before adjusting her shirt over her chest and turning to me.

I thought it was the best time to act, "Mom. James is a fraud; he's just making stuff up to get to touch and see more of you." I gestured at exhibit A: her attire.

Mom scrunched her face, her limited logical prowess working, perhaps for the first time during the entire ordeal, before speaking, "No he isn't." I swear I heard James chuckle at this.

"Honey, I know you may be sad that you and I can't hug, but James is acting with our best interests at heart." Mom explained. Why was this woman so stupid?!

James decided to interject, standing up to tower over me, "Susan's right. If I were just making stuff up to touch her, wouldn't I be touching her right now?" Mom nodded, smiling at James, her knight in shining armor. James continued, "If I were doing all this hard work for your family just to get the opportunity to touch Susan, wouldn't I be doing this right now?" James stuffed his hand into Mom's bootyshorts. Underneath the pink fabric, I could see James' hand shift, undoubtedly seeking the touch of mom's desirable bits.

Mom nodded, "Yeah, James doesn't always keep his hands in my shorts. He only does it if I medically need it."

My face turned red, "Fine! I'm wrong, James is right!" I sat down, arms in the air, accepting defeat. If I couldn't stop James from playing these games with my mom, I would try to ignore them. But James wasn't done.

James took another step towards me, his ego not fulfilled by my resignation.

James projected his dominance toward me, "If I were a fraud, wouldn't I be constantly doing this?!" James' hand left Mom's shorts, darting into her shirt, towards the warmth of her left breast.

As always, Mom agreed, "See honey, James would only-" she paused, grimacing slightly. She seemed to be suppressing a moan.

I looked for the source of displeasure (or maybe it was pleasure?). The only telltale sign was the slight movement of James' groping hand. Was he pinching her nipple? Squeezing her breast tightly? Or was it something else?

Whatever it was, Mom took a few seconds before she managed to continue speaking, "Umm... James would only do this [gasp] if his dad has taught him that patients... [panting] need it."

A bead of sweat run down my forehead. By now, James' dominance of Mom wasn't just about his pleasure. It was also about my humiliation.

And it was working.

James removed his hand from Mom's blouse, enjoying the ordeal, "If I didn't care about Susan at all, wouldn't I be doing something like_ _this!" James struck Mom's ass, sending ripples through her jelly-like buttocks.

"I am only trying to protect you guys! That's why I have never done this!" James gave Mom's right tit a firm slap. Her breast bounced around from the inside of her unbuttoned top. I looked on, hoping to finally glimpse my Mom's exposed nipple. At least that would give me some semblance of equality between James and I. But I had no luck. In the regard of having seen my Mom's nipples, live and in the flesh, James still had me one-upped.

James shot me a predatory grin, "I'm sure you'll think twice the next time you make some baseless allegation against me."

To my relief, there was a knock at the door, signaling the end of my torment. As the man of the house, James left to answer the door.

Mom, having recovered from James' blows (which she no doubt thought to be educational and necessary to convince me of the _obvious _truth about James) gave me a thumbs up with her right hand, "See honey, there's no need to worry." Her left hand was rubbing her reddening bosom.

I wished I was a real man. I wished I could've been the man of the house. I wish I could protect my mom.

But I couldn't.

Deep in thought, I almost didn't hear James reenter the room.

James announced, "Susan. We have a guest who's just in time for stage four of our treatment."