Jeremy fucks Mary

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening as I took in the sight. Jeremy let out a low whistle, clearly pleased with Mom's outfit. She turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder at us—no, at Jeremy—her expression one of anticipation mixed with something else. Submission? Excitement? It was hard to tell.

Jeremy smirked and pushed past me, his shoulder bumping mine hard enough to make me stumble. "Later, loser," he muttered before stepping into Mom's room, not even bothering to close the door. I knew it was time for me to leave. I couldn't stand there and watch. I couldn't.

Except my bedroom was adjacent to Mom's, and the walls were thin. I could hear everything—the creak of the bed, the muffled moans, the sharp gasps—and no matter how hard I pressed my pillow against my ears, I couldn't block it out. The sounds seeped in, relentless and invasive, painting vivid images in my mind that I didn't want to see.

"See? This is how a real woman behaves," Jeremy taunted, his voice carrying through the open door. "None of that weak, hesitant bullshit. She knows what she wants—and she knows who gives it to her." The bed creaked louder, punctuating his words with rhythmic insistence.

"Mmh—yes, yes!" Mom gasped, her voice breathless and eager. "Jeremy—you're—ah!—so much stronger than—than anyone else!" Her words dissolved into a shuddering moan, high-pitched and needy, the kind of sound I'd never heard her make before—not even with Dad.

Unable to resist, I peeked through the cracked door—just in time to see Jeremy yank Mom's camisole straps down, exposing her breasts fully. She arched into his touch, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he palmed her roughly, her nipples already stiff and flushed from earlier.

Jeremy flipped Mom onto her stomach, her camisole riding up to reveal the full curve of her ass, barely covered by those black panties. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked them down—slowly, torturously—exposing inch after inch of smooth skin before finally tossing them aside. The sight of her bare, spread like that—so ****, so willing—made my stomach twist.

With a grunt, Jeremy mounted Mom from behind, his cock sliding into her with one brutal thrust—no condom, no hesitation. "Fuck—! So tight," he growled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Bet your husband never fucked you like this, huh?"

Mom let out a choked cry—half-pained, half-pleasured—her fingers scrambling at the sheets as Jeremy bottomed out inside her. "N-no! Never—ah!—never this deep!" she sobbed, her thighs quivering violently. He was stretching her so much wider than Dad ever had—I could see the way her body strained to accommodate him.

It took Jeremy exactly 32 seconds—I counted—before Mom's entire body seized, her back bowing as she came with a scream that rattled the windows. Her cunt clenched visibly around him, pulsing in rhythmic spasms as Jeremy laughed darkly, never slowing his thrusts. "Already? Weak," he taunted, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "We're just getting started."

"S-sir—please! It's—it's too much!" Mom whimpered, her voice cracking as Jeremy's cock stretched her obscenely wide—I could see every ridge of him through her taut stomach when he bottomed out. "D-don't stop," she begged anyway, her nails shredding the sheets beneath her. Her body didn't know whether to recoil or arch into it—the contradiction played out in every twitch of her muscles.

With a snarl, Jeremy hauled Mom upright by her hair—her sweaty back flush against his chest—and dropped her brutally onto his cock in one merciless motion. The wet slap of skin echoed through the room as she screamed, her cunt gaping around him. "That's it—take it," he hissed in her ear, his free hand circling her throat. "Every. Fucking. Inch."

Tears blurred my vision when Mom suddenly locked eyes with me—her pupils blown black with pleasure—and smiled. "See, baby?" she panted, her breasts bouncing obscenely with each of Jeremy's thrusts. "This—ah!—this is what a real man feels like." The worst part wasn't her betrayal—it was how her voice broke with genuine awe.