He finds photos of Mom

First, the look of shock crossed Jeremy's face, before being overtaken by his trademark sneer. Without a word, he put his phone back into his pocket.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Lachlan the loser." He shoved me backwards, lumbering into my home as if he owned the place. I tried to regain my footing, but ended up sprawled on the floor. "You haven't changed a bit." Lachlan bellowed. He continued lying, "Your mommy needed to send me home to change your diaper, didn't she?"

I tried to fight back, "Fuck off!" It was no use, Jeremy shoved me over again.

I stopped squirming, hands in the air to signal my defeat. Fighting Jeremy wasn't an option; he was ugly and obese, yet he could still beat me to a pulp.

Jeremy broke the silence yet again, "Your mom - who even is that bitch?" I tried to get up, propping myself against the shaky hallway table, but as if by God's will, my mom's photo fell off it, answering Jeremy's question.

"Hmm, she is attractive, I won't deny that," Jeremy remarked, unsolicited. I took a step back from him, warily. I backed away from him, cautiously. Jeremy smiled, "I like the way her shirt is sheer, so I can see her spaghetti-strap tank top underneath."

Not wanting to incite any more aggression, I slowly nodded.

"I wonder if her body looks as good as her face does?" Jeremy mused, causing me to wince. I stayed silent. Jeremy began to tour the house, looking for more pictures of mom.

Eventually, he stumbled upon a photo that piqued his interest. While his mother typically dressed with reserve, this image showcased her in a manner that tantalizingly hinted at what was underneath her attire. She donned a beige off-shoulder minidress that flirted with her thighs. The fitted fabric clung to her every contour, leaving no doubt about her flat midriff. Nonetheless, the dress cleverly emphasized her undeniably perky breasts, protruding defiantly from her figure, as if to mock Newton's laws of gravity, their size unapologetic against her delicate frame. Her lower half was equally impressive. The dress hugged the contours of her buttocks, stretched snugly enough to teasingly outline her panties.

I felt a feeling of jealousy rise in my stomach. Here was my old bully, shamelessly ogling my mother's undeniably alluring figure, while I was helplessly watching on the sidelines.