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Tyler's car edged along slowly in the traffic. "For fucks sake!" Tyler screamed. He thought that yesterday's antics were a win, with him getting the opportunity to choose a thong for Diane to wear, getting to touch her ass at every opportunity. But now, none of that mattered. Kyle had seen Tyler's mom completely naked, the image of her succulent breasts firmly seared in his mind for years to come. Worse still, Kyle had actually gotten to touch her. Tyler remembered Kyle's fingers sinking deep into his mom's soft tits. He remembered Kyle's palm slapping her nipple hard, and the way she'd arched her back in response. He remembered the way his mom was angled away from him to keep the view of her breasts with Kyle and Kyle only. Tyler's knuckles went white against the steering wheel. He'd been too soft—too careful. Kyle played dirty, and now Tyler had to retaliate in kind.

But how? Tyler knew that to maximise humiliation, he needed to be in it for the long haul. That meant discovering a new lewd way to expose, touch or fuck Diane. Just the thought of this made Tyler smile. 'How should I start?' Tyler thought to himself. The easiest way was to focus on a new part of Diane's body every day. He could start with her succulent breasts, who swayed so beautifully when she walked...he imagined pressing his lips against her nipples, sucking them harder and harder until she moaned his name.

Or he could begin with her ass, that plush, jiggling expanse that begged for rough hands and teeth—marking her like property while Kyle watched, powerless. Or her thighs—those soft, forbidden curves that could squeeze a man's head until he saw stars. Tyler's mind raced with possibilities: Diane bent over the kitchen counter, her skirt hiked up as he traced the crease where thigh met ass... Diane kneeling by the couch, lips parted around his cock while her tits spilled from a ripped blouse... Diane arching beneath him in the guest bed, whimpering as he stretched her wider than his stepdad ever had—

The car horn behind him jerked Tyler back to reality. Traffic had started moving. He wiped his mouth, surprised to find his chin slick with saliva. His cock throbbed against the steering wheel. Fuck. This was worse than he thought. He needed focus. Precision. A scalpel, not a sledgehammer.