Soaking Wet 1

“Okay, Susan, I need you to stand up now and bend over a little bit towards the bench,” James said, being very clear about the bending part, and Mom did just that.

I saw Mom bend over, her ass sticking out towards James, her breasts hanging freely, and her skirt riding up just enough to show her round cheeks. Her whole demeanour told me how uncomfortable she was with this, but determined to go through with it anyway. For her ‘family’, of course.

“This next step is called the ‘purification stretch’,” James said, placing both hands on Mom’s hips. She bent down and thrust her ass towards us more, her panties almost over her ass, exposing her swollen, plump pussy.

“I want you to stand like this and keep bending down,” James whispered into Mom’s ear, his voice trembling with fake concern, “the more you bend, the more sweat we will remove. This will help the process, so just do as I say.”

Mom, her cheeks flushed from both the heat and embarrassment, nodded eagerly. “How long would it take?” she asked, her voice breathless, her fingers gripping the edge of the bench as she bent deeper, her knees trembling slightly from being in the awkward position for so long.

James licked his lips, sliding his hands down her hips until his fingers brushed the hem of her panties. “Just a little longer, Susan,” he murmured, pressing his hips against her ass so subtly that Mom didn’t even notice. “You’re doing so well.”

He bent down with her and placed his cock in a position that is just at the tip of her pussy and stated rubbing his hands all over her back.

He bent down with her and placed his cock in a position that was just at the tip of her pussy, and started rubbing his hands all over her back.

"This bra is in the way," James groaned, running his fingers over the straps, tugging them slightly as if testing their resistance. "The gel can't penetrate properly with fabric blocking the skin. Susan, you might have to take it off."

"Wh What?" Susan almost exclaimed, not expecting to get topless in front of her son and his classmate.

"Your sweat glands are getting blocked by the fabric," James continued, speaking slowly and deliberately as though explaining to a child. "The impurities will get trapped underneath and then...bad toxins. Very bad toxins will take over." He shook his head gravely.

"Bu-" Susan started saying something, but James interrupted with a more serious expression.

“Nuh uh, no questions or hesitations, Susan, you have to believe in the process. After your bra soaks up the sweat from your breasts, we need to remove it. They are huge and… well, you get the idea,” James said, almost licking his lips. What the hell was he planning?

Mom hesitated, her fingers twitching near the straps of her bra, glancing at me with a mix of apology and confusion.

“Ok, now I’m going to try to soak up as much sweat from your lower region as I can, no matter what, don’t move, it’ll interfere with the process,” he said, stepping up to her and standing right behind her ass again.

His fingers slid up her thighs, tracing the damp fabric of her panties before slipping underneath. Mom gasped as his fingertips brushed against her swollen lips, his thumb pressing just above her hole while his other hand gripped her waist possessively. A quiet whimper escaped her lips when he rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her clit, her skirt hiking up further as she instinctively arched her back.

"Don't move like that, Susan, try to focus on breathing, don't think about anything else," James said, his voice dripping with mock concern while his fingers worked her slick folds. Mom bit her lip hard, her face burning crimson as her hips twitched involuntarily against his touch. The fabric of her panties grew damper, clinging to her skin.

“The impurities are building up inside. I need to remove them. Don’t move,” James said, grinning, not applying too much pressure so as not to ruin the fun he was having,

“Okay, hurry up,” my mother replied, too embarrassed to say anything else. Her pussy was dripping with juices, and James kept rubbing her hole and moving his hand up and down her damp pussy lips, her panties now just for show and acted no less than a skin.

As I was just standing there, looking like a pathetic scum, James started pulling her panties up, pushing the already sticky wet fabric into her plump lips, wedging it all the way. Her vulva is spreading out. James now used the panties to wipe off her juices and sweat.