Ass grab

Mom entered the kitchen as I stared on in disbelief. How was it possible? How were her traditional Japanese values so readily abandoned to reveal so much to Jeremy, a boy she didn't know?

Jeremy seemed to sense my alarm. "Asians value perfection, Lachlan. As a perfect person myself, she feels more comfortable around me than she does around you."

My cheeks burned red, "Comfortable enough to have her nipples poking out of her top?"

Jeremy nodded, "Clit too."

Suddenly, Jeremy stood up, "Watch this." He swaggered over to the kitchen, where Mom was bent over the dishwasher.

Smack! Jeremy's palm landed square on Mom's right cheek with a sharp, fleshy clap. Mom straightened up, surprised. Then... she smiled. A slow, nostalgic grin curled her lips as she glanced over her shoulder. "Ah," she murmured, fanning herself with one hand while the other lingered near her collarbone. "That takes me back." Jeremy froze mid-smirk, thrown by her reaction. Mom giggled—actually giggled—like a schoolgirl. "My university professor used to do that whenever I answered correctly," she admitted, hips swaying slightly as she turned fully toward him. "It's a very Asian gesture, you know?"