My PE Teacher's Forbidden Lesson - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

I'd warned my mom I was bringing my boyfriend home, but nothing could've prepared me for the scene we walked into. The place looked like a tornado had hit it—clothes strewn everywhere, takeout containers piled up, and the unmistakable stench of stale alcohol clinging to the air.
And then there was her.
We caught her in bed with some random guy, tangled in sheets that probably hadn't been washed in weeks. She barely blinked before shooing him out, then threw on this sheer, trashy nightgown—the kind you'd see in a back-alley lingerie shop—lit a cigarette, and sauntered over like this was just another Tuesday.
Ethan, bless him, didn't bolt. He took one look at the disaster zone, at my mother eyeing him like he was the last slice of pizza at a frat party, and still managed to choke out a polite, "Auntie."
I yanked her aside. "What the hell are you doing?"
She exhaled smoke, grinning. "What? A mother's gotta inspect the merchandise." Her gaze raked over him again. "Tall, built, probably stamina for days. You're having fun, aren't you?"
I wanted to disappear.
We ended up cleaning the whole damn place ourselves, tossing out enough empty bottles to stock a dive bar. By nightfall, we collapsed into bed, exhausted.
Then came the real nightmare.
I woke up to find her in the hallway, clutching Ethan's shirt to her face, inhaling like some desperate vampire sniffing out fresh blood.
I snatched it away. "Are you serious right now?"
"Relax, I was checking if they needed washing!" she snapped, but her cheeks flushed. "Please. I've had more men than you've had birthdays. You think I'd bother with yours?"
"Yeah, I do," I hissed. "Because he's young, hot, and not some drunk barfly you dragged home!"
She stormed off. I threw the shirt in the trash.
Back in bed, Ethan stirred. "Everything okay?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat. How do you explain that?
"Just… stay away from her," I muttered.
He pulled me closer, and for once, I let myself believe that might be enough.