All the confidence in the world

"Hmm, not bad for a mother of such an ugly child," Jeremy taunted, jabbing me with his elbow. "But are these really the most revealing clothes she wears?" Jeremy asked with a hint of longing.

I grinned, fully aware that this was the closest my tormentor would ever come to my mother. Her traditional Japanese modesty served as a barrier he could never penetrate. "Go ahead and try, Jeremy. This is the most skin you'll ever catch a glimpse of on her."

Jeremy scowled, realizing he had sifted through every picture in the house. I chuckled. At last, a victory for the one who had suffered. With newfound confidence, I pressed on. "Her back, her breasts, her butt, her belly, they're all mine and you'll never get to see a single sliver of them."

Jeremy stepped back, his eyes wide. As if realising for the first time that he couldn't have it all. But my feeling of elation was short-lived. Suddenly, a confrontational fire returned to Jeremy's eyes, ready to take me on.

"Are you challenging me?" He thundered.

There was no chance that Jeremy would ever catch a glimpse of my ideal mother's skin clad in a revealing dress - or out of one. I was certain this was the one subject I could provoke him with, even if it meant embellishing the truth just a bit to boost my own ego. "Forget it, Jeremy. My mom's perfect body stays hidden to everybody but me. There's no way in hell you're seeing anything like her breasts or butt from withing 5 layers of clothing, bitch!"

Jeremy grit his teeth. "Those tits are mine."

Before I could respond, Jeremy's sneer returned. As if he had an thought that I'd forgotten to consider.