Her pussy

Mom shifted awkwardly, her thighs pressing together—the thin fabric of her underwear doing little to hide the dampness there. "Actually, sir," she murmured, biting her lip, "my... lower muscles feel so tense from sitting at the office all day." She rolled her hips subtly, her cheeks flushing darker when Jeremy's gaze dropped to her crotch. "Could you—ah—maybe release them? Like the Balinese do?"

Jeremy's grin was wolfish as he shoved her facedown onto the bed, her squeal muffled by the duvet. "Smart girl," he growled, kneading the plush flesh of her ass through the flimsy fabric. "In Thailand, they call this *jao pho*—the strong hand of the boss." His fingers dug in, making Mom arch with a gasp, her backside jiggling under his rough handling.

He glanced over his shoulder at me, his fingers hooking under the waistband of Mom's panties. "Lesson one, runt," he sneered, peeling the soaked fabric down her thighs. "Real men don't ask." Mom whimpered when the cool air hit her bare skin, her legs instinctively clamping together—only for Jeremy to wedge his knee between them, forcing them apart. "See how her cunt's already dripping?" He swiped two fingers through her folds, holding them up glistening for me to see. "That's biology recognizing a superior being."

Mom buried her face in the sheets when Jeremy spread her open with both hands, her body tensing as he blew air against her exposed flesh. "Lesson two," he continued, dragging a knuckle up her slit. "Women like your mom here? They need to be broken in properly." His thumb circled her clit lazily, making her hips jerk. "Look at her—already twitching like a bitch in heat, and I haven't even stuck anything in yet."

My cheeks burned (Mom's other cheeks probably burned too) as I watched Mom sprawled out wearing nothing but a bra in front of my bully. "Jeremy, c-could you please not narrate the massage? I think I'll learn another day." I pleaded, backing up. Jeremy shook his head, grabbing my arm and forcing me to kneel beside the bed. "Nah Lachlan, this is educational. Watch closely." His fingers traced Mom's spine slowly, making her shudder. "First, you gotta prep the canvas," he growled, kneading Mom's shoulders roughly. Mom let out a soft moan, her fingers gripping the sheets. "See how her back arches when I press here?" Jeremy dug his thumbs into the base of her neck, making her gasp. "That's her body begging for more."

Jeremy's fingers slid lower, tracing the dimples just above Mom's ass. "Now we warm up the muscles," he murmured, spreading her cheeks apart with both hands. Mom whimpered into the mattress, her hips lifting instinctively. Jeremy smirked, delivering a sharp smack to her right cheek—the sound cracking through the room like a gunshot. Mom yelped, her back arching dramatically as a red handprint bloomed across her pale skin. "See that twitch?" Jeremy chuckled darkly, running a fingertip along the stinging welt. "That's her nervous system acknowledging its master."

Without warning, he plunged two thick fingers into Mom's dripping cunt, her shocked scream muffled by the bedding. Her thighs trembled violently, toes curling against the sheets as his knuckles disappeared inside her. "F-fu—ah! Sir! Th-that's—!" Mom babbled, her words dissolving into choked gasps when Jeremy crooked his fingers upward, pressing ruthlessly against her inner walls. The wet squelch echoed obscenely as he pumped them in and out, his other hand pinning her hips down when she tried to buck away.

I bit my tongue until I tasted copper—watching Mom's body betray her with every ragged moan, every reflexive clench around Jeremy's invading fingers. Her bra strap had slipped off one shoulder, the cup sagging to reveal a swollen nipple, still glistening from his earlier attention. My stomach churned with something sickeningly close to envy.

Jeremy withdrew his fingers with a lewd pop, wiping them lazily on Mom's trembling thigh. "See how she's gaping now?" He smirked, pressing his thumb against her fluttering entrance. "Like a fucking wallet with no bills."

Mom suddenly rolled onto her back, her chest heaving as she propped herself up on her elbows—the sudden movement making her breasts sway dangerously in the loose bra. "T-that's nothing!" She swallowed hard, her chest heaving beneath the crooked bra. "I—I can take more than that!" Her voice wavered, but there was a defiant glint in her eyes, like she was trying to prove something—to Jeremy, to herself, maybe even to me.