The next morning

John found himself looking at the ceiling with a very content smile around 6 am the next morning. He had fucked Cynthia for hours, spurred on by her constant need for more, her sweet co’s of pleasure and her sweet teasing to get him to really give it to her. They had fallen asleep in a messy pile of sheets and limbs. Cynthia was sleeping peacefully next to him, Roger, her teddy bear, as always firmly cuddled into her cheek; John found it absolutely endearing to see.

He gently kissed her forehead as he felt a rather heavy urge to pee. Cynthia stirred slightly and opened a sleepy eye. “Morning,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him, but John pulled back.

“I’d absolutely love to stay and be nice and cuddly and sweet… But I absolutely need to pee right now,” the awkward gamer said with a small chuckle.

“Then go pee, you idiot,” was the laughing response from Cynthia as John gave a small salute and, naked as the day he was born, walked out the door and across the hallway to the bathroom.

John didn’t think as he opened the door, making a beeline for the toilet. As he wrapped his hand around his cock and aimed it at the bowl a few seconds later, he let out a relieved sigh. It was around this moment that he realized that two things were off. One, the shower was running, and two, a very shapely ass was wiggling under said shower as his mother was taking her time to soap up her hair, her back turned to him.

John didn’t know why, but his vision was instantly drawn to her ass. The flesh pale in contrast to the bronzed tone that his girlfriend and her mother had, yet not as pale as the lady from the Wild Hunt he had seen last week. The weirdest thing about it all was that John didn’t feel awkward as he stared at his mother’s ass. After seeing so much skin in the past week, the hunters fucking around the clock and literally getting blown by his hopefully one day mother in law, John didn’t really feel adverse to watching that big mature ass dancing under the shower.

“Ah, babe,” Brenda said with a little purr, hearing the sound of water on water behind her. “Glad you decided to join me after all.” John could swear that she pressed her ass back as she spoke. “Do you think those two are still sleeping?” she asked with a laugh, the tone she used new to John, who of course realized that she thought he was his father.

John, thinking it would be a bit awkward to speak, made a little ‘mhm’ noise, as he saw his mother start to run her hands through the frothing soap in her hair. His stream of urine was starting to get less powerful as the strange scene started to create a swelling in his cock.

“Did you hear how that sweet girl moaned, babe? He really is your son after all, giving it to her for so long. I swear the neighbors heard them at some point.”

John couldn’t believe his ears. His mom was talking about him and Cynthia in such a way, she said things he never imagined his mother to actually speak of. Of course, he knew his mother and father had sex, he had walked in on her giving him a blowjob, but this was still surprising to him.

When no response came, Brenda continued to talk, “I have to say, it did make me wonder if he takes after you in more ways than one. I know, I’m such a slut.” Brenda laughed as, to John’s delight and surprise, a hand moved from her head down her body. His mom was actually masturbating in front of him while talking about him!

As John’s cock started to stir and he wondered if he had to say something, a hand came from behind and wrapped around his cock, along with a whisper of “Shhh.” John’s head jerked back only to be greeted by Cynthia’s smirking face as she slowly started to jerk him off. “Keep watching, John,” she whispered as she gestured at his mom.

With his libido taking over now that his cock was being touched, John nodded. Cynthia rubbed herself against his back as his eyes focused on his mom again, watching how she plunged two fingers into herself as she washed the soap out of her hair.

John bit his lip to hold back a moan of his own when Brenda started to turn around. Cynthia quickly reacted by pretending she had just walked into the bathroom and spoke happily. “Morning, Miss Newman, morning, John!” as she let go of his cock and placed her hand in front of her mouth, licking the pre John had spilled on it as she pretended to yawn.

Brenda turned around as if stung by a bee, looking to John, then to Cynthia as she quickly pulled her fingers out of her milfy lovebox. “Oh. John. I thought you were, ehm, your dad.” Her eyes lingered on his hard cock for a brief moment before she turned around with a blush, mumbling, “Definitely like his dad in more ways than one,” while she turned the shower off and reached for a towel.

As John looked a bit awkward and said, “It’s alright, Mom; I just woke up and wasn’t really paying attention. I hope nothing’s wrong?” Cynthia piped up, “You’re very pretty, Miss Newman. Are you done? Do you think John and I could use the shower next?”

Brenda was very eager to get out of here at this moment, so while reaching for a towel, she nodded. “Thank you Cynthia, and sure, I was done anyway. And no, John, everything is fine. I just thought you were your father and ehm, yeah. See you two in a few. I’ll go make breakfast.” With those words she wrapped a towel around her waist, her breasts spilling out of it slightly, and made a beeline for the door, leaving behind a smirking Cynthia and a John shaking his head.

“Did I ever tell you you are the worst actress?” John asked as Cynthia smiled at him from across the bathroom.

“No, and that hurts my pride! Though then again, you never did see Nissa try to get out of trouble.” Cynthia laughed.

John groaned and shook his head, walking closer to her as she quickly made her way into the shower. “You’ve been a bad girl, Cynthia.” John smirked as he closed the glass door behind himself. He pulled Cynthia closer, turning the water back on with his free hand. “And for that, I think I’m going to pound a lesson into you.” He wrapped his hands around her thighs and lifted her up against the wall, sliding his cock directly into her moist pussy.

“Oooh, don’t act like you disliked it,” Cynthia whispered as a moan escaped her lips. “I saw the way you looked at her ass. Hell, I’d fuck her if you’d let me.” Cynthia giggled as she braced herself as best she could when John started to thrust into her. Her breasts shook slightly as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

“You think you can seduce my mom?”John asked as he looked into her eyes, his balls wetly smacking against her slightly rosy ass, the marks from their fun last night still slightly visible.

“What, you think I can’t?” Cyn asked indignantly, her voice raising in pitch as John suddenly held still inside of her, fully bottomed out in her tight pussy.

“Mhm, I think you can’t,” John teased her, looking into her eyes as he spoke. “If you manage to fuck my mom, well… Hmmm, how about we make it a bet?”

“Sure! You’re on!” Cyn laughed as she put a bit of strain on her body to move, but John just held still under the warm water. “If I win and manage to fuck your mom. I want you to fuck my mom next to me on my bed. Oh, and you will stop thinking like a normal person about sex and instead embrace your new hunter lifestyle, ok?” Cynthia spoke her condition.

“Fucking hell I forgot you’re a total pervert.” John laughed as he gave her a hard thrust only to stop again after that. “Alright, but if you can’t get in my mom’s panties, let’s say… within the next two weeks? Then I will still fuck your mom, but I will tie your hands behind your back so you can only watch,” John gave his own conditions.

“Sounds fair. Ok, you’re on! Two weeks to fuck a damn fine milf,” Cynthia laughed. “And, if you could, please, you know, continue punishing me now?” Cynthia asked with a pouty face. “Talking about it got me all horny, and seeing as you’re already inside me and all...”

John snickered and nodded, continuing to thrust into her to get rid of the morning wood inspired by his own mother.