He 'tries' to hide.

He grabbed the closet door handle.

"John," Selene laughed. "Those are my clothes, not yours. Unless you wanna play dress-up."

The boy turned to see she had completely caught him in the act. The blue-haired woman glanced at where his hand was then back up.

"Ohh. I get it. You were trying to scurry into my closet. Because of course there was no way anyone would've caught you there." Selene's voice was dripping in sarcasm. None of it sounded malicious.

"Thank you, hun."

There, in the doorway, was Jennifer Carter herself. The older woman had on a smirk as she crossed her arms and she looked at her daughter, then at John. "What are you two getting up to here? Selene."

"Nothing," Selene shrugged and sat back on her bed. Mrs. Carter tucked the power bank into her capris' back pocket. "We were just making out. I was about to give John a quick fuck."

One of her well-tended brows popped upwards at that last part. "A quick fuck?"

"Yeah" Selene activated her cellphone idly. "He's always been sneaking looks at at my breasts. I thought today was a good time to, you know, let him at 'em."

"Honey," Selene unfolded her arms and sighed, "Sel, why don't you join us down there? It'll do you some good to mingle."

"Ehhh I'd just end up being the 'grab-a-cup-of-fruit-punch-and-stand-alone-against-the-wall' girl." Getting her shirtless self comfortable against her pillow, Selene offered a dry smile. "But thanks."

"Alright." In a tone that indicated this was no new talking point, Mrs. Carter withdrew. Only, instead of closing the door and leaving, she closed it, then walked in. "On one condition." She looked at Selene seriously before continuing, "I join in."

"Mom?"

Oh crap, thought John. I knew it!!

"I'm serious Selene. I think your friend has been making eyes at me too whenever he thought I wasn't looking. So you know what, why not let him get laid for one day. Should be fun. And I'm sure we're doing Lillian and Will a favor giving him an outlet for all that pent-up energy." She began unbuttoning her pants as she spoke, John's eyes widening as 1) he realized what was happening, and 2) heard her name-drop his parents, which reminded him that they were down below just a floor away from this insanity.

"A mother daughter team up?" Selene sat up, hands on her thighs, as if mulling it over. "Hm. What do you think, John?"

The boy was currently out of commission. Simply staring ahead as Mrs. Carter peeled off her shirt. Now he knew where Selene got her own glorious melons from. The sag was more apparent, but they were face-fuls of flesh, just like her daughter's. He wished to grab them, and sniff up her cleavage.

"Oh honey," she lightly slapped Selene's shoulder, "we both know the answer to that. Just look at him. His penis is practically about to burst out of his poor Levi's."

Selene looked down and gave a cute chortle. "Yeeeah, that's true. Well, in that case," she leaned on her hand which was pressed onto the mattress, pressing her breasts together as a byproduct, while her underwear-clad mother stood beside her, hand on hip, "how do you want to do this, John? Both of us in the same time? A rimming? Want us to make out first, what's up? Your court, dude."