No

No way he was leaving this, Josh decides. His mother was the hottest woman, in body and filthy mind. He had to keep watching.

Almost as if his decision somehow reached her, Claire turned her head and saw him in the doorway. Instead of shock, horror, dismay, or any of the emotions he would expect to see, his mother smiled brightly.

"Hi Joshua! Was hoping to ease you into this, but-ugh!" She was interrupted by a thrust from Henry that let out a divine, but guttural sound of pleasure from her. "Asshole, I'm talking to my son!" There was no malice at all in her voice though, giggling happily. She was clearly at her happiest when in the throes of sex. "How long have you been there?"

"Since..since the beginning." Josh barely manages to speak.

"Ah, that saves time. Come in and close the door, honey," Claire says softly. Henry doesn't stop, but he does go slower.

Josh does so, his eyes still fixated on his mother's body.

"You like what you see," she states a fact. "I always knew you did, but I didn't want to rush you." She smiles at him. "Good lord you look pent up. Get those pants off and be comfy."

At this point, Josh really doesn't question and does as his mother says.

"Mmm, much better." She says with approval, licking her lips as she admires him. "Shirt too."

Josh discards that as well.

"There's so much I don't-" Josh begins.

"It's okay," she looks down at his erect cock. "Trust him." She says with a grin. "Trust me?"

"Always," Josh answers truthfully.

"Good." For a moment the lustful look on her face fades. "Baby, if seeing me get impregnated is too much, we can stop."