The Smell of a Mommy!

Kane stood in front of the door and casually knocked. This was his new home, and he didn't feel any nervousness at all.

'Why would I be nervous? I'm here to fuck around.'

A few moments later, the door clicked open, revealing a breathtaking woman. This was the same MILF the kid had mentioned.

She had long, silky black hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through him. Her face was stunning, with high cheekbones and full lips.

She wore a tight, red gown that barely contained her large breasts and hugged her curvy hips.

If she sat, her ass would spread and cover the entire chair.

The gown had a long slit that showed off her toned legs. She was the very definition of a MILF.

With her hands folded across her chest, she stared at him, her eyes raking over him like he was her prey.

"You're alive, huh? I guess Jackal Fernandez didn't kill you after all."

She had a smirk plastered on her face.

On the flip side, our heavenly young master was drooling, shamelessly looking at the woman from head to toe without even trying to hide it.

"Are you fucking gawking at my body, you bastard?"

She wasn't angry but wore an expression of utter disgust.

'This MILF... ha ha... I'll fucking teach her to be obedient.'

"Ah, Mommy, come here, give your favorite son a hug."

She didn't have time to react as he quickly wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her into a deep hug. Her huge breasts were smashed against his chest.

Kane knew all about this MILF.

She had been a pain in the ass for the original Kane.

She married his father when he was only five years old, just a few months after his real mother died of cancer.

He suspected an affair but wasn't sure.

She had three kids from her previous marriage, and despite that, nobody would actually believe she had given birth to three children.

"What the fuck—"

"Mommy, you smell like a cigar. Did you smoke?"

This shut her up quickly as she tried to find an answer. Of course, the smell was from the mafia boss.

She didn't want this mongrel bastard to find that out.

But the original Kane had always suspected his stepmom was fooling around.

He kept quiet, though, since he believed his old man and this woman had been messing around behind his real mom's back.

An eye for an eye.

"I-I just came back from shopping. Must be some smell from outside," she stammered.

"Are you sure? I swear I've smelled this expensive cigar somewhere else."

He slyly moved his knee forward and pressed it between her legs. It was an old trick he'd used on fairies and angels back in his world.

"Y-yes! It's from outside. Why the fuck are you questioning me, you bastard?! Get away from me!"

She snapped.

She was so caught up in the cigar problem that she only noticed the small pleasure building between her legs moments later.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she forcefully pushed him away, trying to calm her racing heart as she walked back.

He just stood there, watching her ass cheeks jiggle with each step.

'Gyattt!!'

A satisfied smile spread across his face as he entered his new home.

The MILF names, Victoria Kane, was already strutting towards the living room, and he trailed behind, mesmerized by the mesmerizing dance of her cheeks—swaying left and right, bouncing up and down like they had a mind of their own.

Licking his lips, he walked just behind her and held his hand just below her ass cheeks—hovering, not touching—like a guardian angel ready to liberate those imprisoned cheeks from the oppressive clutches of clothing.

"Who's there, Mom?"

A voice came from the adjoining room, and Kane looked over to see a 19-year-old boy walking towards them.

When the boy saw him, a sneer spread across his face that seemed to say, "Come on, try and slap me."

With short brown hair and piercing blue eyes, the boy named Tyler Kane was his younger brother by just two days, but he acted like he owned the place, treating Kane as his little bitch.

Most of Tyler's confidence stemmed from their mother and older sister, as well as their father who never stood up for Kane.

'But the blame also falls on the kid too... If that spineless vermin, who's actually stronger than this chump, had stood his ground, this vermin would've stopped his MMA dream.'

The boy looked strong for his age, but the thing was, his real father was a weak man.

Somehow, this little turd inherited that man's physique but managed to become strong through sheer willpower. 

'I commend you, little turd. You're a warrior.'

"Ah, it's the loser Kane. I've heard what happened at the ring, man. It's sad, really, really sad."

Tyler came forward and put a hand on Kane's shoulder, pretending to be sympathetic.

The heavenly young master looked at Tyler's hand and then at the boy with a smile that seemed to say, "You're dead, motherfucker."

"That's alright, brother..."

Tyler frowned at the word "brother," and not only that, Kane's head was held high, not down like it always was.

The boy suddenly winced as he felt a strong hand clamp down on his own, which was still resting on Kane's shoulder. Kane squeezed hard.

"It's alright, brother. I'm not done yet, and besides, you'll take revenge for me, right?"

"Arghh!!!"

Tyler winced and groaned, his legs going weak as the pain increased.

"M-m-mommm—aarghh!"

Tyler cried out in pain, tears streaking down his face, making his already unattractive features look even worse.

Slap~

Suddenly, a cold hand slapped Kane's grip away from Tyler's hand. 

"Let my son go, you mongrel. Why are you taking out your frustration on my dear boy's hand?"

Victoria Kane demanded, fire in her eyes. Fire he was sure he would extinguish in a few days.

"Mom, ouch... this bastard. Arghh."

Tyler whimpered, holding his hand and crying like a little girl.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Victoria snapped, not even glancing at her crying son. Her glare was fixed on Kane, who was nonchalantly massaging his own hand.

"It's alright, mommy. I forgot my dear brother was so much weaker than me. I didn't control my strength and hurt his poor hand. Sob, sob."

Kane said, mockingly acting sorry.

"Mom, this bastard hurt me. Punish him—"

"Shut up!"

Victoria cut him off sharply.

She glared at the little turd. She had just made a deal with the kingpin of this city for him, even selling herself in the process.

Though she told herself it was a sacrifice, she couldn't deny that she enjoyed the big, girthy meat of the man, something her ex and current husband couldn't provide.

She wanted her son to be an MMA fighter.

She wanted him to be on top of the world.

She wanted to show everyone that she and her family—except for Hunter, of course—were the best.

And now he was whining like a little bitch because someone squeezed his hand.

What a dissapointment.

"Leave, Tyler. Go to your room."

"But, mom—eek! I will leave now."

Tyler was about to protest, but one look from his mother had him scrambling away like a dog with his tail between his legs.

"Mommy, I apologize—"

"Shut the fuck up, bastard. Do not act innocent."

She turned away from him, crossing her arms, as if even seeing his disgusting face made her sick.

"Go and do some shit, I don't care. But stay away from my Tyler."

She huffed with an air of total bitchiness, but what Mommy Dearest didn't see was our heavenly young master stooping down like he was suddenly hit by lightning, his speed seemingly enhanced.

He stopped just an inch away from Victoria's shapely, bubbly ass. The red colour of her gown complemented her ass cheeks perfectly.

He smiled deviously and licked his lips like a hungry predator, before taking a strong, pulverizing sniff of her ass scent.

The scent of the woman was so intoxicating that Kane subconsciously closed his eyes, as if he was at the height of pure carnal pleasure like a crackhead who hadn't seen a single drug in four months and suddenly found a hit hidden in a dark alleyway.

"Ah, this... this smell of a woman... this is heavenly..."

Kane muttered under his breath, eyes closed in apparent bliss.

Victoria Kane felt a strong breeze pass by her backside, making her turn around sharply but... there was nothing back there.

She was certain she had felt something warm against her ass cheeks, yet there was nothing behind her at all.

Frowning, she looked at her stepson, who stood with eyes closed, lost in some reverie like he was thinking about his long lost lover.

'What a weirdo, but I'm sure the boy must be gay or something. There's no way this bastard would pull something perverted on me.'

"Don't you hear me? Scram, mongrel."

Victoria waved her hand in dismissal.

"Kekeke."

Kane chuckled softly to himself as he walked away toward his room.

He was satisfied for now.

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