Invite Jeremy to sleep over

Mom put a hand on Jeremy's shoulder, suddenly transfixed by his presence. "Please, for all you've done for this family, you must stay as our guest tonight!"

I put my hands up in protest, "Mom, I'm sure that's not necessary. Plus, I reckon he'll be more comfortable sleeping in his own bed at home."

Before Jeremy could respond, Mom butt in - "No! He's our guest for the night! End of discussion!" Jeremy's eyes lit up as if he'd won the lottery. No, this was better than the lottery. My own mom was fighting to let him stay and perpetuate his lewd plan. In disbelief, Jeremy looked down at the woman in front of him. She seemed angry with my suggestion that he go home, her chest heaving from the yelling. Her breasts seemed to bob along with her breath, as if enticing Jeremy to grab them then and there.

I felt a sense of anxiety set in. Despite living in America, our house was a small, Japanese-style home that was barely large enough for the two of us, let alone Jeremy. Our house consisted solely of a kitchen, hallway and two bedrooms.

I imagined the torment I would be put through if Jeremy was **** into my bedroom. Or worse: Mom's bedroom, which was even smaller than mine. I imagined him sleeping next to Mom, one hand on her ass, other hand on her breasts, as she dozed off, unable to respond to his advances while-

"Lachlan? Lachlan!" Jeremy yelled.

I snapped out of my daydream. "Uh? What?"

"Your mom was saying something."