NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 272. I Might Just Steal Your Beloved Brother From You…

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

Mia shifted her form so their intimate folds were near enough for Oliver to penetrate one while still able to touch the other's.

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

Amara shot Mia a frustrated glance and replied in a teasing manner, "Jeez, Mom... who exactly are you flirting with? Planning to snatch my boyfriend away or something?"

"Hmm~? But wouldn't it be okay if he turns into my lover too, especially after I've claimed him first?" Mia shot back with a sly smile.

"It has nothing to do with going first! The point is Oliver picked me as his real girlfriend! So step aside, you eager mom!"

"Oh dear~. Trying to compete with me? If that's your plan... I could just take your precious brother away from you... for good~."

Amara recoiled, her face shifting to worry upon hearing Mia's words.

In reality, she realized her brother had always cherished their mother above everyone else in the family, so if Mia chose to exploit that affection for herself, Amara might end up sidelined.

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

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

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

This wasn't a soft entry; it was a fierce, demanding push that shook Mia's frame as his length drove far inside her core with fierce power, slamming against her womb's depths and forcing a cry of pure ecstasy from her lips.

"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!"

Oliver then unleashed a barrage of firm, mighty blows on her rear.

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

Mia totally forgot their earlier banter as she focused on her son, her eyes hazy with affection and longing.

"Oliver... You're so fierce... yet it feels amazing!" Mia murmured with a joyful grin. "M-More! Pound Mommy fiercely...!"

Mia started rocking her hips side to side, but Oliver held her firm by gripping her buttocks tightly, preventing any motion.

"Ah, no...!" Mia whined as her attempts to move failed against her son's hold.

Showing no pity, Oliver landed several sharp slaps on her rear once more.

The echoes of flesh meeting flesh resounded through the space as her plush cheeks endured the relentless power of Oliver's hands.

Every strike branded red marks from his palms on Mia's fair skin, which only fueled Oliver's passion as he kept on spanking.

From her spot underneath, Amara observed her brother disciplining their mother with full force.

A shiver coursed through Amara's frame, 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 bottom so fiercely...?"

Oliver displayed no regret; rather, he fixed her with a cool, firm stare and stated, "Mom, if you behave that way again, expect worse than just spanks on your rear."

"But Mommy wasn't up to anything—"

Oliver cut her off with an even stronger smack on her butt.

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 if you're being self-centered. Keep in mind, Mom, I'm not just yours. I share myself with Amara equally. Get what I'm saying?"

Mia swallowed nervously, a mix of fear from Oliver's anger and excitement from it stirring within her.

Her pulse raced in her bosom while warmth built in her core.

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

This sensation was entirely new to her, yet oddly, her form relished it deeply.

Truly peculiar. She'd viewed her son as an obedient youth who heeded her and avoided harm. But witnessing his commanding side, forcing her yielding... it stirred unfamiliar feelings in Mia.

Perhaps... this was the dominance she'd secretly craved from him?

A gentle smile formed on her lips as she agreed.

"Yes, I do. I get it clearly."

"Good... now that you comprehend... why not offer a proper apology to your daughter?"

Mia immediately 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 teasing anyway."

Next, Mia pressed a loving, desirous, and fervent kiss to Amara's mouth.

Quickly, the kiss deepened into something fiercer and more ardent as Oliver resumed thrusting his hips.