Anger

I expected relief. Instead, Mom's face twisted with sudden, venomous fury. "You *idiot*," she hissed at me, her voice trembling with something worse than anger—betrayal. She shoved herself upright, her ruined bra hanging off one shoulder. "You just *had* to ruin it, didn't you?" Her nails dug into the mattress, her thighs still splayed wide and glistening. "He was *winning*!" Her swollen chest heaved beneath the remnants of her bra as Jeremy prepared to enter.

Jeremy chuckled, unbuckling his shorts with deliberate slowness. "See Lachlan? Even your mom knows—" The fabric slid down, revealing thick, veined flesh that made Mom whimper. "—you don’t interrupt a man at work." He gripped himself, slapping his cock against Mom’s twitching stomach. Her hips jerked involuntarily, her body arching toward him like a plant toward sunlight.

Mom’s fingers trembled as she reached for him, her voice breathless. "Please, sir—show me how Mongolian men... ah!... *claim* their women." The words dripped with desperation, her thighs squeezing around nothing as she watched him stroke himself. Jeremy smirked, pressing the blunt head against her soaked entrance—just enough to make her gasp, but not enough to give relief.

I wanted to vomit when Mom’s legs hooked around his waist, pulling him closer. "Wait!" she suddenly gasped, her hand fluttering to his chest. "I—I need to say something first." Jeremy paused, eyebrow raised as Mom turned her head toward me, her eyes glassy but sharp. "Lachlan, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice syrupy-sweet, "*leave.*"

The words hit like a gut punch. Jeremy barked a laugh, grabbing a fistful of her hair. "Damn, even your mom’s sick of your beta energy." Mom whimpered as he yanked her head back, exposing her throat. "But nah," he growled, his cockhead pressing insistently against her entrance, "he stays. Wanna make sure junior learns what a *real* creampie looks like."

Mom’s breath hitched—then her hands flew up, grabbing Jeremy’s face with sudden, **** ****. Her lips crashed against his, messy and wet, her tongue plunging into his mouth like she was starving. Jeremy grunted, momentarily stunned by the aggression, his hips stuttering forward an inch. The obscene *smack* of her lips sucking on his tongue filled the room, her moans vibrating against his mouth.

I watched, frozen, as Mom’s fingers raked down Jeremy’s chest, leaving angry red trails. She tore her mouth away, panting. "Fuck me *hard*," she begged, her voice raw. "Show my son what happens to women who—*ah!*—who disrespect real men!" Her nails dug into Jeremy’s shoulders, her hips bucking up against his cock, but he held back, grinning.

Jeremy’s grip tightened in her hair. "Say it louder," he growled. "Tell him what you *are*." Mom’s breath hitched—then her eyes locked onto mine, glazed and unrepentant. "I’m just—*hnn!*—a dumb Asian slut for alpha cock!" she moaned, her back arching as Jeremy finally slammed into her with one brutal thrust. The bedframe cracked against the wall, Mom’s scream strangled by the sheer girth of him splitting her open.