The front yard of the Harper house had become a battlefield of maternal lust.
A circle of neighbors, news helicopters, and a ring of very nervous FBI agents formed a perimeter nobody dared cross.
In the center: Ethan, pants gone, shirt ripped open, sitting on a lawn chair that had definitely not been there an hour ago.
Jill Valentine (original Mommy, S.T.A.R.S. legend, milk-heavy goddess) stood on his left, tube top in tatters, Desert Eagles holstered, eyes burning with possessive fire.
Chun-Li (new contender, six-foot-eleven of thunder-thighed repentance, qipao reduced to blue silk ribbons) stood on his right, spiked buns quivering, golden eyes wild with desperate need to win.
Rules of the "kick-off," announced by a trembling Lara holding a stopwatch:
First to make Ethan cum three times (hands, mouth, thighs, tits, any hole allowed) wins permanent title of Primary Mommy.
Loser is demoted to "Auntie" forever.
Tifa and Samus stood on opposite sides of the circle, officiating with the solemnity of UN observers at a nuclear test.
"Ready…" Lara called.
Jill and Chun-Li dropped to their knees in perfect unison.
"GO!"
Round One – Mouth
Jill struck first, veteran precision. She took Ethan to the root in one practiced glide, throat squeezing like velvet steel, milk dripping from her nipples onto his thighs as she bobbed with surgical rhythm.
Chun-Li didn't even try to compete on depth. She attacked from the side, tongue lapping at his balls, then up the shaft, then meeting Jill in a messy, competitive kiss around Ethan's cock. Their lips met, tongues swirling, both moaning like they were trying to out-worship each other.
Ethan lasted forty-seven seconds.
He came with a broken cry, hips bucking. Jill swallowed half, Chun-Li caught the rest on her tongue, then they glared at each other, mouths full, daring the other to waste a single drop.
1–0 Jill.
Round Two – Thighs & Tits
Jill tried to mount him, aiming to slide him between her leaking tits and finish him with maternal smothering.
Chun-Li moved like blue lightning.
She spun Ethan around, wrapped those world-famous thunder thighs around his waist from behind, and trapped his cock between legs so thick, so powerful, so plush that the pressure alone made him see stars. Then she started scissoring (slow, deliberate, squeezing and releasing in perfect rhythm).
Jill lunged to intercept, pressing her tits against his chest, trying to reclaim territory.
Chun-Li simply flexed. Her thighs tightened like a vice made of silk and steel.
Ethan screamed.
He came instantly, painting those legendary legs white, ropes of cum streaking down bronze skin.
Chun-Li kept squeezing, milking every last drop with her thighs alone, golden eyes locked on Jill in triumph.
1–1.
Round Three – The Final Hole
Both Mommies moved at once.
Jill tried to spin him toward her dripping cunt, cooing, "Come home to Mommy, baby."
Chun-Li was faster.
She lifted Ethan clean off the chair (one arm under his thighs, the other cradling his back) and slammed him down onto her cock in a single brutal motion, impaling him on her own dripping pussy while her thunder thighs locked around his waist like iron bands.
Then she started bouncing him.
Not riding. Bouncing.
Up and down, up and down, using pure leg strength to fuck him in mid-air, buns bobbing, tits slapping his chest, milk spraying in perfect arcs with every thunderous drop.
Jill tried to intervene (grabbing his face, shoving a nipple in his mouth), but Chun-Li simply spun, keeping Ethan trapped in her thigh-prison, and snarled, "Mine."
The pressure, the heat, the sheer power of those legs (legs that had once kicked him into lockers now worshipping him with every ounce of their strength).
Ethan didn't stand a chance.
He came with a guttural scream, pumping rope after thick rope into Chun-Li's spasming cunt.
She didn't stop.
She kept bouncing, milking him through it, forcing a fourth, then a fifth orgasm out of his overstimulated body until he was a sobbing, trembling mess in her arms.
The stopwatch hit zero.
Lara's voice rang out, almost scared:
"Winner… Chun-Li. Three to one. With two bonus orgasms."
Silence.
Jill's face went through seven stages of grief in two seconds.
Chun-Li gently (so gently) lowered Ethan to the grass, still impaled, thighs locked around him like she'd never let go again.
She turned to Jill, golden eyes shining with tears and victory.
"New Mommy wins," she whispered, voice raw.
Then louder, for the entire neighborhood:
"ETHAN HAS A NEW MOMMY NOW!"
She cupped his face with both hands, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his lips (soft, reverent, adoring).
"I'm your Mommy now, baby," she cooed, thighs flexing possessively. "Mommy Chun-Li. I'll love you harder than anyone. I'll protect you harder. I'll apologize with these legs every single day for the rest of your life."
Jill took one step forward, eyes blazing.
Chun-Li met her gaze without flinching.
"Demotion accepted, Auntie Jill," she said sweetly. "You can still give him baths on Tuesdays. If you ask nicely."
Jill opened her mouth (rage, heartbreak, maternal fury all at once).
Then she saw Ethan's face (blissed-out, overwhelmed, happier than he'd ever been, cradled in thunder thighs that would literally kill for him).
She closed her mouth.
Dropped to her knees.
And bowed her head.
"Mommy Chun-Li," she whispered, voice breaking.
Chun-Li smiled (radiant, triumphant, and suddenly, achingly gentle).
She reached out one hand and pulled Jill into the hug, sandwiching Ethan between two leaking, maternal goddesses.
"Good girl," Chun-Li murmured. "We'll share nights. But days… days are mine."
She stood, lifting Ethan effortlessly, thighs still locked around him, and began walking toward the house (ass clapping victorious thunder with every step).
"Time for Mommy to tuck her baby in," she called over her shoulder. "With my pussy. For the next twelve hours."
The harem followed in stunned, horny silence.
Lara muttering British curses.
Tifa crying happy tears.
Samus quietly recalibrating her threat-assessment protocols.
And Auntie Jill trailing behind, already planning how to earn weekend custody.
Ethan, cradled in the strongest, thiccest, most repentant legs on planet Earth, closed his eyes and accepted his fate.
He had a new Mommy now.
And she was never, ever letting go.
Not even for a second.
Thunder thighs had spoken.
And the hierarchy was set in stone.