Mom smiled at him, her expression full of warmth.
She gently fixed his collar, her fingers light and careful.
Every gesture radiated motherly love.
The car moved steadily down the street.
The city lights blurred past the windows.
Inside, the mood was calm, almost peaceful.
Kevin kept one hand on the wheel, the other casually resting on his thigh.
Through the rearview mirror, he watched Mom.
He cleared his throat.
“Auntie, you had quite a bit to drink tonight, didn’t you?” Mom smiled faintly.
She lifted a hand, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
The motion revealed her smooth neck, the delicate pearls on her earlobe.
Her red lips parted slightly.
“Not too much,” she said softly.
Then she shifted again, leaning deeper into the seat.
The tight skirt pulled tighter across her hips.
Her legs, still in stockings, parted slightly just enough to show the soft curve of her inner thigh.
She raised a hand to her temple, massaging it gently.
The movement revealed her slender wrist, the delicate bracelet with its tiny charm.
Kevin’s breath caught.
Her relaxed posture, her hazy eyes, the way her body filled the seat it was too much.
He clenched his jaw, forcing his voice to stay calm.
“Good.
But… you look so beautiful tonight.
If you were drunk, someone might take advantage.” Mom smiled again, slow and knowing.
She didn’t answer.
But the look in her eyes made his heart race.
BANG!
A sudden, violent crash shattered the silence.
The car jolted forward, metal screeching against metal.
A black Geely had swerved out of nowhere, slamming into their side.
Kevin’s lips curled into a hidden smirk.
Perfect.
He instantly dropped his calm expression, pretending to be stunned.
In the back, my brother screamed, his small body shaking.
He clung to Mom, burying his face in her chest.
Mom gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around him, shielding him with her body.
The door of the other car opened.
A tall man stepped out muscular, tattooed, face twisted with anger.
He stomped toward their car, slamming his palm against the window.
“What the fuck are you, blind?!” he roared.
My brother wailed louder, clinging to Mom’s neck.
His hands gripped the front of her silk top, wrinkling the fabric, pulling it down slightly and exposing more of her full, soft breasts.
Mom held him tightly, whispering soothing words.
Her legs, still in stockings, pressed tightly together.
Her high heels dug into the floor mat.
She turned her body, shielding my brother from the man’s glare.
Kevin watched.
Exactly as planned.
This was his moment.
The “hero.” The protector.
He turned to Mom, voice strong and steady.
“Don’t worry, Auntie.
I’ve got this.” He reached back, gently patting my brother’s head.
Then he gave Mom a reassuring look firm, brave, reliable.
Mom looked at him, her eyes flickering with emotion fear, yes, but also a flicker of trust.
She opened her lips, voice trembling slightly.
“Kevin… be careful.
Don’t fight him.
I’ll call the police.” Kevin scratched his head, pretending to be nervous.
“Auntie… you forgot.
I don’t have a license.
If the police come…” He unfastened his seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out.
He straightened his back, puffing his chest, ready for his performance.
He could feel Mom’s eyes on him.
This is it.
He turned to the tattooed man, smirking.
“You’re the one who cut us off.
Who’s blind now?” The man’s face darkened.
He stepped forward, looming over Kevin.
“Oh?
So you don’t wanna pay, huh?” He sneered, pointing a thick finger at Kevin’s chest.
“Pay?
Fuck you.
You ran into us.
You think I’m scared of some thug like you?” Kevin shouted, raising his voice so Mom could hear.
Let her see me stand up for her.
The man’s expression turned cruel.
He suddenly turned and looked into the car, his eyes raking over Mom’s body like a predator.
They lingered on her chest, full and soft, pressed together by the tight top.
He swallowed hard.
Then his gaze dropped to her legs long, smooth, wrapped in sheer stockings.
“Tsk tsk,” he sneered.
“Kid, you don’t wanna pay?
Fine.
Let the bitch in your car spend the night with me.
We’ll call it even.” Kevin’s face twisted with fake rage.
He lunged forward BAM!
a hard punch to the man’s face.
“You dare talk about my aunt like that?!” he roared.
The man staggered back, clutching his cheek.
He spat blood, then charged.
They crashed into each other, fists flying.
Kevin was no match.
He was beaten hard.
His face swelled, his vision blurred.
He stumbled back, barely staying on his feet.
But between punches, he hissed under his breath: “Bro, bro, stop!
This is supposed to be fake!
You’re gonna kill me!” The man grunted, still swinging but lighter now.
“Damn it… almost forgot.
You’re too good at this!” Kevin took blow after blow, pretending to fight back weakly.
All the while, he stole glances at the car.
Mom was watching, her face pale with worry.
Her phone was in her hand, screen lit.
She was about to call the police.
Perfect.