Respect signal #1

Jeremy smirked, clearly enjoying his newfound power on Mom. "Well in Mongolia, women's breasts are seen as the property of the men in their lives and as Lachlan over here isn't much of a man-" he stared at me briefly, before returning his gaze to mom's mammaries, "I guess that means your breasts belong to me."

Mom was quick to offer her tits to Jeremy, leaning towards him hopefully.

"Ohh, I never knew!" Mom giggled, placing Jeremy's hands on her breasts. "Is this how Mongolian women greet men?"

Jeremy's erection practically jumped out of his shorts, him not even trying to hide it anymore. "Yeah, exactly. But remember, this is only how you act around a real man. Never let Lachlan treat you like this, ok?"

The statement burned.

Mom nodded enthusiastically, bouncing her breasts against Jeremy's hands. "Of course! Lachlan isn't a real man like you!"

My stomach turned as Jeremy grinned, whispering "pathetic" under his breath—the same word he used to whisper during locker room beatings. I watched on in horror as Jeremy practically juggled mom's tits in his dark, callused hands, pinching and pulling at them - all in the name of cultural education. Mom giggled, "I like this 'respect signal'!"