Ron's POV

Ron's POV:

I marched back to my room, defeated. James was too powerful. Mom was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen, and James was the most disgusting, bratty and even ugly person I had ever met. Yet now, James now owned my mom. Even upstairs, from his bedroom, I could hear mom yelp. Periodically, the sound of James' voice would make it to the bedroom too. Phrases like, "Almost there!", "Trust me!" and "You're safe with me!" hurt me the most. I tried to focus on something else, anything but it was no use.

"Oh, James! Oh James!" I heard my mother yell, she sounded relieved.

Then, there was silence. my heart pounded in my chest, worried, when... Ping! The sound sliced through the silence like a knife. It was my phone. Cautiously, I picked it up. It was a message from James in the group chat consisting of the boys in his class.

I opened the message.

It was the photo James made me take of my mom. The caption read, "Ron's mom finally found a real man!" Suddenly another photo came through, this was the close up of her breasts, even through the tight bra, the shape of her breasts and the color of her perky nipples was obvious. This one had a different caption: "Ron's mom's tits broke this bra so bad that I had to hold them!" Then another photo arrived. It was a photo of lying on the floor of the living room, undoubtedly from step 3, the cooling down phase. The photo was taken at a flat angle, phone about a foot away from her vagina, glistening with sweat and gel. In the photo, mom lay with her eyes closed, her broken bra lay next to her. She would have been completely naked, had James' middle fingers not been covering her nipples. The caption read: "Ron's mom's pussy is so wet that she needed me to cool her down!"

I looked on in horror as the group chat came alive with activity. "MILF Alert!" somebody wrote. Another commented, "Woah, this might just be the dumbest bitch on the planet!" My head hung low, it was all true.

Another person commented on the naked pussy image, "Why no full nude!" to which James replied instantly, "I'll message you guys the full nude on the other group chat. Can't have Ron seeing his mom nude!" I threw the phone across the room. Angry, I stormed downstairs to talk to mom. Surprisingly, when he got there everything seemed perfectly normal. Mom was making lunch, wearing a completely unbuttoned red satin shirt. Underneath, it was clear she wore no bra, an eyeful of cleavage visible. My eyes darted down - beyond her exposed navel - down to her bottom half, where she wore hot pink bootyshorts.

"Oh honey, James' treatment worked! I feel so much better!" Mom chirped, flipping pancakes. Her breasts jiggled with every movement. "James told me I need to wear loose clothes to let my skin breathe!"

I couldn't believe that my mother was acting normal. But it's not like she knew what was happening on the group chat either. Behind me, James smiled "Of course my treatment worked, but there's still a long way to go if we want to ensure a full recovery. And there are other diseases to protect you from too!"

"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.

Seeing James' sly smile, I frowned. What had happened while I was in my room?