NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 278 278: I Might Just Steal Your Beloved Brother From You...

Oliver's gaze sparkled with intense thrill and craving as he watched his mother and sister arrange themselves for him to penetrate.

Mia adjusted her posture next, bringing their intimate areas near enough that Oliver could thrust into one while still touching the other's folds.

"Come on, darling... gaze at your mommy's soaked pussy," Mia purred, swaying her hips temptingly to lure Oliver in. "Then dive in and savor her however you desire~."

Amara shot Mia a frustrated glance and replied in a teasing voice, "Jeez, Mom... who exactly are you seducing? Trying to snatch my boyfriend away or something?"

"Hmm~? But wouldn't it be okay if he turns into my lover too, especially considering I got 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 eager mom!"

"Oh dear~. Attempting to compete with me? If that's your plan... I could just claim your precious brother for myself... for good~."

Amara recoiled, her face shifting to one of worry upon hearing Mia's declaration.

In reality, she realized her brother had favored their mother above all others in the family, so should Mia exploit that affection for her gain, Amara might end up sidelined.

Noticing Amara's look, Mia chuckled softly. She seized the moment to taunt her daughter further.

"So? What's your move? Looks like you'll be the one left out? Perhaps—"

Yet before Mia could complete her sentence, Oliver abruptly drove his shaft into her, cutting off her speech.

This wasn't a soft entry; it proved a fierce, demanding plunge that shook Mia's frame as his length plunged far inside, slamming against her womb's depths with force enough to elicit a cry of pure ecstasy from her.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!!"

Oliver then unleashed a barrage of firm, vigorous blows onto her rear.

SLAP! SLAP!

The impacts on Mia's tender backside drew out several sharp cries of discomfort mingled with moans of delight amid each strike.

Mia entirely forgot their earlier banter, focusing instead on her son with hazy eyes brimming with affection and longing.

"Oliver... Such fierceness... yet it feels amazing!" Mia murmured with a joyful grin. "M-More! Pound Mommy fiercely...!"

Mia started rocking her hips to and fro, but Oliver refused to let her, seizing both cheeks and holding her steady.

"Ah, no...!" Mia whined as her hip movements failed against her son's grip.

Showing no pity, Oliver landed several more forceful strikes on her behind.

SLAP! SLAP!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The echoes of those slaps reverberated throughout the space this time, as her plush rear endured repeated assaults from Oliver's strong hands.

Every blow imprinted crimson marks on Mia's fair skin, which only fueled Oliver's arousal further, prompting him to keep on spanking.

From her spot underneath, Amara observed her brother disciplining their mother with unrestrained vigor.

A shiver coursed through Amara's form, and a faint unease prickled her back as she saw Oliver's harsh treatment of their mom.

Once Oliver paused, Mia gazed at him with watery eyes and mewled, "Why... why strike Mommy's rear so fiercely...?"

Oliver displayed no regret; rather, he fixed her with a chilly, firm stare and stated, "Mom, if you behave that way once more, your penalty will exceed mere spanks on your backside."

"But Mommy wasn't up to anything—"

Refusing to hear her out, Oliver delivered an even stronger smack to her butt.

SLAP!

Mia cried out once more but held back any complaints, aware of her son's gravity.

As Oliver's eyes darkened further, Mia swallowed hard, pondering her son's thoughts.

"I love you, Mom, but our bond won't thrive as a loving tale if you're being self-centered. Keep in mind, Mom, I'm not exclusively yours. I share equally with Amara. Get my point?"

Mia swallowed once more, torn between fear of Oliver's anger and excitement from it.

Her pulse raced wildly within her as warmth spread through her core.

Her breaths came quicker, beads of sweat trickling from her brow.

Never before had she encountered this sensation, yet oddly, her form reveled in it deeply.

Truly peculiar. She'd viewed her son as an obedient lad who'd heed her always and never cause her pain. Yet now, witnessing his commanding demeanor forcing her yielding... it stirred unfamiliar feelings in Mia.

Perhaps... this was precisely what she'd craved from him deep down?

A grin slowly formed on her lips as she agreed.

"Yes, I do. I grasp it fully."

"Excellent... now that you get it... why not offer a proper apology to your daughter?"

Without delay, Mia bent toward Amara and murmured seductively, "Amara... pardon Mommy? I'll behave from here on, alright?"

Amara regarded her in astonishment before agreeing. "I-It's okay. It was merely playful teasing anyhow."

Next, Mia pressed her lips to Amara's in a kiss laden with tenderness, yearning, and fervor.

Before long, the embrace deepened into fervent intensity as Oliver resumed thrusting his hips.