Mom comes home

Suddenly from downstairs, we heard the door creak open. Quickly, Jeremy stuffed a bra and panty into his pockets as we raced out of Mom's room.

Mom came into view as we descended the stairs. She looked gorgeous, wearing a black top that accentuated her breasts and a cream-coloured skirt. The skirt had a parting in the middle, exposing her legs to Jeremy. Nonetheless, it was nothing that we hadn't already seen in her photos.

"Hello, sweetheart!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me before turning to face Jeremy. She performed a respectful bow, a gesture rooted in Japanese tradition, before offering him a hug more typical of Western customs.

"Thank you for keeping my son safe!" She said, embracing him. I grimaced, seeing my mother in my bully's arms. Jeremy seemed to bask in the glory as his hands inched lower down her back. But my mother seemed to tense, pulling away before he could cop a feel. I sighed in relief, again knowing I could rely on my mother's values to keep her out of Jeremy's lecherous reach.

Mom looked at Jeremy in the eyes, looking somewhat puzzled. "Have I seen you somewhere?" she asked.