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.

Without a word, John reached down and slid Emma’s leggings down to her knees, revealing the bare flesh of her ass. He couldn’t believe what was happening – he was about to fuck his own mother, right in front of his father. But the thrill of it was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help himself. He slid his cock inside her pussy, feeling the slick heat of her embrace.

Emma moaned as John filled her, her body trembling with pleasure. She couldn’t believe what was happening – she was fucking her own son, right in front of her husband. But the taboo of it was exciting, and she couldn’t help herself. She pushed back against John, taking him deeper inside her.

The two of them moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they fucked in time with the wrestling match on the TV. John’s balls slapped against Emma’s clit with each thrust, the sound of their fucking mingling with the grunts and shouts of the wrestlers on the screen.

Datu, still oblivious to what was happening just a few feet away, cheered as the wrestler on the screen pinned his opponent. Emma and John both stifled their moans, trying not to give themselves away. But as John’s thrusts grew more erratic, it became harder and harder to keep quiet.

Finally, with a shout, John came inside his mother, filling her with his seed. Emma moaned, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt him empty himself inside her. They both lay there, panting and sweaty, as the wrestling match on the TV came to an end.

As the room came back to normal, Emma and John quickly disentangled themselves, pulling their clothes back on and trying to act normal. Datu, still clueless, asked them if they had enjoyed the match. Emma and John exchanged a knowing glance, both of them grinning wickedly.

“Yes, dad,” John said, grinning. “It was a great match.”

Emma and John never spoke of what had happened that day, but the memory of their illicit encounter stayed with them, a secret thrill that they shared. And every time they watched a wrestling match together, they couldn’t help but remember the time they had fucked, right under Datu’s nose.