NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 272. I Might Just Steal Your Beloved Brother From You…
Oliver's gaze sparkled with eager lust as he watched his mother and sister settle into place, ready for him to claim them both.
Mia shifted her form next, aligning their slick entrances so Oliver could plunge into one while his hand could still graze the other's folds.
"Come on, darling... feast your eyes on Mommy's soaked pussy," Mia purred, swaying her hips seductively to draw Oliver closer. "Then dive in and savor it however you want~."
Amara shot Mia a frustrated glance and teased in a sarcastic voice, "Jeez, Mom... who exactly are you trying to tempt? Planning to snatch my boyfriend away or something?"
"Hmm~? Wouldn't it be okay if he became my lover too? Especially considering I got to him first?" Mia shot back with a sly smile.
"It has nothing to do with who came first! The point is Oliver picked me as his real girlfriend! So step aside, you desperate mom!"
"Oh dear~. Trying to compete with me, are you? If that's your plan... I could just take your precious brother away from you... for good~."
Amara recoiled, her face twisting into a worried look upon hearing Mia's taunt.
In reality, she was aware that her brother had always cherished their mother above everyone else in the family, so should Mia exploit that affection for her gain, Amara would end up sidelined.
Noticing Amara's reaction, Mia chuckled softly. She seized the moment to prod at her daughter further.
"So? What's your move? Looks like you'll be the one left out in the cold? Perhaps—"
Yet before Mia could complete her sentence, Oliver drove his shaft deep into her, cutting off her speech abruptly.
The plunge wasn't soft at all; it was a fierce, demanding push that shook Mia's frame as his length buried itself far inside, slamming against her womb's depths with enough force to draw a wild cry of ecstasy from her lips.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!"
Oliver then unleashed a barrage of firm, intense slaps against her rear.
Those sharp impacts on Mia's plush cheeks elicited sharp cries of discomfort mingled with moans of delight with every strike.
Mia utterly forgot their banter as she focused on her son, her eyes hazy with adoration and craving.
"Oliver... So fierce... yet it feels amazing!" Mia murmured with a joyful grin. "M-More! Pound Mommy harder...!"
Mia started rocking her hips wildly, but Oliver held her firm by gripping her cheeks, pinning her in place.
"Ah, no...!" Mia whined as her movements failed against her son's hold.
Showing no pity, Oliver landed several more forceful blows on her backside.
This round, the sharp echoes of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the space as her tender flesh endured the relentless power of Oliver's hands.
Every strike branded glowing red marks on Mia's fair skin, yet it only fueled Oliver's passion as he kept on spanking.
From her spot underneath, Amara observed her brother disciplining their mother with unrestrained vigor.
A shiver coursed through Amara's own form, a faint unease prickling her back as she saw Oliver's raw intensity toward their mom.
Once Oliver paused, Mia gazed up at him with watery eyes and mewled. "Why... why strike Mommy's ass so fiercely...?"
Oliver displayed no regret, however; he fixed her with a cool, unyielding stare and declared, "Mom, if you behave like that again, your punishment will go beyond mere spanks on your rear."
"But Mommy didn't do—"
Oliver silenced her with an even stronger smack before she could continue.
Mia cried out once more but held her tongue, recognizing the gravity in her son's tone.
As Oliver's eyes darkened further, Mia swallowed hard, pondering the thoughts swirling in her son's mind.
"I love you, Mom, but our bond won't thrive if you're so self-centered. Keep in mind, Mom, I'm not just yours. I share myself equally with Amara. Get what I'm saying?"
Mia swallowed again, a mix of fear from Oliver's anger and thrill from it stirring within her.
Her pulse raced wildly while warmth built in her core.
Her breaths came quicker, beads of sweat trickling from her brow.
This sensation was entirely new to her, yet oddly, her body reveled in it deeply.
It felt odd, truly. She'd long viewed her son as an obedient lad who heeded her every word without causing her pain. But witnessing his commanding side now, forcing her to yield... it stirred unfamiliar feelings in Mia that she couldn't quite pinpoint.
Perhaps... this was the dynamic she'd secretly craved from him all this time?
A subtle grin formed on her lips as she dipped her head in agreement.
"Yes, I get it. I understand completely."
"Good... now that it's clear... why not offer a proper apology to your daughter?"
Mia immediately bent toward Amara and murmured in a sultry tone, "Amara... forgive Mommy? I'll behave from here on, alright?"
Amara regarded her with wide-eyed surprise before agreeing. "I-It's okay. It was only teasing, after all."
Next, Mia pressed a loving, heated kiss to Amara's mouth, brimming with affection, desire, and fervor.
Before long, the embrace deepened into a fervent, fiery lock of lips as Oliver resumed thrusting his hips.