John and his mother Emma were lounging on the living room floor, their bodies moving in sync as they playfully mimicked the wrestling match playing out on the TV. Datu, Emma’s husband and John’s father, was seated on the couch, completely oblivious to the fact that his son was humping his mother’s ass, his hips thrusting forward with each grunt and shout of the wrestlers on the screen.

At first, it was all in good fun. Emma would groan and squirm as John humped her from behind, both of them laughing at how ridiculous they looked. But as the minutes passed, the atmosphere in the room began to shift. John’s thrusts became more insistent, his dick hardening as it slid against the fabric of Emma’s leggings. Emma, for her part, didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to be getting into it, her own breath coming in ragged gasps as John’s hips snapped forward.