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

Oliver's gaze sparkled with thrill and craving as he watched his mother and sister prepare themselves for his advances.

Mia arranged her form so their intimate areas were near enough for Oliver to penetrate one while still able to touch the other.

"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 desire~."

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~? It's okay if he turns into my lover too, isn't it? Particularly because I got to him before anyone else?" Mia shot back with a sly smile.

"Being first doesn't matter! What counts is that 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 statement.

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 rib Amara further.

"So? What's your 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 her off.

The push wasn't soft in the least; it was a fierce, demanding one 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, intense blows on her rear.

SLAP! SLAP!

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

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

"Oliver... Such intensity... 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 proved useless against her son.

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

SLAP! SLAP!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The echoes of the spanks now echoed throughout the space as her plush cheeks endured the repeated impact of Oliver's strong hands.

Every hit branded crimson marks on Mia's fair skin, which only fueled Oliver's arousal as he kept on striking.

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

Tremors ran through Amara's own form, and a faint shiver traced 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 harshly...?"

Oliver displayed no regret whatsoever; he fixed her with a cool, severe stare and stated, "Mom, behave that way once more, and your penalty will exceed mere ass spanking."

"But Mommy didn't do a thing—"

Oliver interrupted her mid-sentence with an even stronger smack on her butt.

SLAP!

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

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

"I love you, Mom, but our bond won't turn into a proper romance if you stay self-centered. Keep in mind, Mom, I'm not exclusively yours. Amara owns me equally. Get what I'm saying?"

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

Her pulse raced wildly in her bosom while warmth spread through her lower regions.

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

Nothing like this had ever happened to her, yet oddly, her form relished it intensely.

Truly peculiar. She'd viewed her son as an obedient lad who'd heed her and never cause harm. Now, witnessing his commanding demeanor and her yielding to him... it stirred unfamiliar feelings within Mia.

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

A grin slowly formed on her lips as she agreed with a nod.

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

"Good... now that it's clear... why not offer a proper apology to your daughter?"

Mia immediately bent toward Amara and murmured seductively, "Amara... pardon Mommy? I vow to behave better ahead, alright?"

Amara regarded her in astonishment before agreeing. "I-It's okay. Just kidding around, really."

Mia then pressed her lips to Amara's in a kiss brimming with tenderness, desire, and fervor.

Before long, the exchange grew fiercer and deeper as Oliver resumed thrusting his hips.