“Mom!” Ben repeated, now sounding even more frustrated and even more helpless.
“Pull down your pants, Ben,” the mother ordered.
“You want me to do what?” Ben gasped in disbelief, as I glanced at Maggie, who was clearly struggling between the temptation I was displaying before her eyes and any obligation she might owe to her boyfriend.
“Just fucking do it,” Jasmine said with an edge and a sigh. “In fact, take them completely off, and show us your little wee-wee.”
“But….”
“Right fucking now!” Jasmine ordered, with a ferocity that even scared me.
His eyes went big, yet he didn’t say another word as he obeyed, and began to unbutton his jeans.
“And you Maggie, unless you’d rather not, come here,” Jasmine said softly, with a 180 tonal shift to soft and motherly.
As Ben sheepishly got undressed, Maggie tentatively walked over to Jasmine and me… her eyes never drifting towards Ben, and never wavering from constantly staring at my cock.
Ben’s expression was nothing but devastation.
“Come and take a better look, honey,” Jasmine said. “It’s obvious you’re fascinated by Master Kevin’s big, fat cock.”
“It’s so big,” Maggie said, staring at it like it was the Da Vinci of cocks, which it kind of was.
“Is mine bigger than your boyfriend’s?” I asked, glancing at Ben, who was now down to his baggy boxers.
“Way bigger,” Maggie breathed worshipfully, as she knelt beside Jasmine, her eyes still not leaving my cock for even an instant. I’m not going to lie, moments like this were almost better than sex! I felt like an Adonis, which I’d never even imagined feeling before my BFC epiphany.
“Underwear too, Ben,” Jasmine ordered in a sharp tone.
“Mom, please,” he said despairingly, completely humiliated by what had transpired and still was transpiring, plus having been outed as having a much smaller dick than mine. (Which was nice to know, since now I wouldn’t need to buy a flashy car! Yuck yuck.)
“Now…” Jasmine crooned, her lovely voice once again caressing the very air, “… go ahead Maggie, stroke it.”
Tears were welling in Ben’s eyes as he pulled down his boxers to reveal a very small, yet very hard dick, as he watched his girlfriend reach out her tiny hand. And even including her thumb, she managed to wrap it only about a third of the way around my fat cock. Yeah, I know, sometimes it really is the thought that counts.
“Why are you so hard, Ben?” Jasmine asked.
“I don’t know,” he said, glancing down at his dick, obviously surprised to discover it was hard.
“Did you get hard from watching Mommy getting fucked by Kevin’s big, fat cock?” she asked wickedly, while Maggie stroked my cock in awe, and was oblivious, I think, to the humiliation her tiny dicked boyfriend was experiencing.
“No,” he denied, probably lying.
“No? Then is it from seeing your girlfriend stroking a much bigger dick than yours?” she continued, taking great pleasure in humiliating him. Although she’d written a number of sissy stories, and I’d read a couple of her cuckold stories out of curiosity, I hadn’t come across any about a sissy son’s mother guiding him through confronting his hidden demons… a future plot, perhaps.
“Mom,” he said, tears beginning to stream down his face, while his dick was constantly flinching.
“Would you enjoy watching Maggie suck Kevin’s monster fuck stick?” Jasmine asked wickedly, “I know I would,” and just like I’d seen in a few hot gifs on Twitter, she pushed Maggie’s head… ever so gently… towards my cock. And also just like in the gifs, Maggie opened her mouth in wordless submissive obedience, and took a short length of my cock between her pretty lips. Again it wasn’t a lot, but she opened wide and did her very best, and did manage to envelop a few inches of it.
“Mom,” Ben repeated like a broken record, shocked and defeated.
“Mom what? What are you asking for?” she asked. “You’ve been a consistent asshole to Kevin, even though he’s been helping you to become an adequate student for weeks, and you’ve apparently always been a shitty boyfriend to Maggie.”
“But… but this… this… everything that’s happening here is wrong,” he managed to blurt out, as Maggie began slowly bobbing on my cock, taking only a quarter of it into her mouth… yet because of the surreal situation of her doing it in front of her boyfriend, and being lovingly encouraged by Jasmine, it was still fucking hot.
“Remove the rest of your clothes, and then just stand there and watch,” Jasmine said. “And don’t touch that tiny dick of yours.”
“Mom, please…” he pleaded.
“And stop crying. Only sissies cry. Man up,” she said. I thought maybe she was venting her anger about her ex-husband onto him too… which made me wonder how and why their marriage had ended.
He wiped some tears from his eyes and began unbuttoning his shirt, as Jasmine turned back towards me and said, “Now Maggie, let me help you with that.”
And while Maggie slowly sucked me, taking a little more every few bobs, Jasmine ministered to my balls, sucking them into her mouth one at a time.
The sensations of receiving a blow job that focused primarily on my cock head, as well as simultaneously getting my balls worshipped, quickly evoked my inevitable orgasm.
I glanced at Ben a few times, who was now naked and watching the action with a strange look on his face. Yes, I could see shock there; and yes, there was also humiliation; but I could also see fascination. His tiny dick remained hard as he watched his Mom and his girlfriend worshipping my dick.
When I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, I pulled out and said, deciding to take control again, “Smile pretty for your facials, sluts.”
I glanced at Ben, whose gaze was focussed on the sex act, although I couldn’t tell if his focus was on my cock or his Mom or his girlfriend, but it certainly wasn’t my face, as I stroked my cock, aiming it at my two luscious sluts
“Yes Kevin, coat my face with your big load,” Jasmine said, licking her lips in a sexual way.
“Yes, Kevin,” Maggie said in a lustful way, speaking for the first time with any passion, her insecurity and nervousness now vanished, “splatter your warm cum onto my face.”
“Which one of you wants it?” I asked when I was only a few strokes away.
“Baptize both of your sluts,” Jasmine suggested.