(Third Person POV)
Inside a house, a woman walked down the hallway. She was beautiful, akin to a goddess, with long black hair and blue eyes. She had a very curvaceous body, which nearly ripped out of her tight black dress, which she wore. Her large breasts bounced with every single step that she took, having worn black high heels.
This was Amara Silverwing, the wife of the head of a prestigious Family in Last City. She was 40 years of age, and despite that, she had the appearance of a woman in her early thirties, her body having a very youthful vigor. She was married to the current head of the Silverwing Family, having given birth to four children; three daughters and a son.
She had her first child, a girl, at 18 years old. She was married to the Head of The Silverwing Family at a young age and immediately bore him a child. Three years later, she would give birth to another child, a son. From the moment the boy was born, the Silverwing Family would become a somewhat happy family.
Now, 19 years later, Amara has to deal with most of the Family's ordeals whilst dealing with her children's antics. From her son Tristan's accident to her youngest daughter's troubles at school.
Amara sighed, "Oh boy....." She said as she turned the corner, "Has Tristan not left his room today?"
Not too long ago, her son suffered an accident that involved several superhumans in the city. He was hospitalized for a whole week, but something about the accident left him quite disturbed. Now, Amara went to her son's wing of the manor to check on him, finding out that he had not gone outside at all.
She had made her way towards his room's door, hearing strange sounds coming from inside.
Amara frowned, swearing that she was hearing faint and muffled moans through the door. But she immediately dismissed it as her imagination.
She opened the door and walked in, "Tristan, darling, you've-" She said as she looked inside, freezing completely, "W-What..?"
In the middle of the room, a young man stood naked behind a woman, holding her by the waist as she was bent over. The young man was swinging his hips and thrusting his cock into her as her body bounced forward, her eyes closed as she let out loud moans.
"Ahhh~~!!" The woman let out as the young man was thrusting into her, "Ohh~~"
The young man was thrusting into her, "Yea...." He said, The sounds of her clapping ass-cheeks were heard loud and clear, "That feels quite good."
"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!"
Amara's face went completely red, "T-Tristan!"
Tristan turned to see her, "Oh, hey mom." He said, "Would you mind waiting outside, I'm almost done here!!"
Amara immediately turned around and rushed out, shutting the door behind her.
Tristan chuckled as the woman he was fucking was still moaning, the sounds of his cock pounding into her pussy was as loud as her moans.
"Ahh~ Tristan~!!!" She moaned, "Fuck~~!!"
Tristan leaned over and groped her large breasts, "Yea?" He said, "What is it? Feels good?"
"Y-Yess~!!" She moaned
"Alright, let's finish up here." Tristan slapped her ass, "My Mom caught us, haha!"
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Amara stood in front of the door, her face completely red as it opened and the young woman slowly walk out. The woman's head was hung, her blonde hair was quite ruffled, some of the stands getting in front of her face.
She was wearing a black skirt with a white sweater, her great curves still visible. She shifted in her feet, her shoes in her hand as she stood in front of Amara.
"M-My apologies...." Her voice was soft, "I did not know the door was unlocked....."
Amara shook her head, "J-Just...." She managed, "Just leave me to deal with my son. Go home and speak to nobody about this."
The young woman squirmed away, her face red with embarrassment. As she walked down the hall, Amara turned back to see Tristan sitting in a chair wearing a bathrobe.
She cleared her throat and composed herself, walking inside the room and scowling, "Tristan!" She exclaimed, "Do you have no shame?!"
Tristan was leaning back, his short black hair was a bit messy, "Ah...." He said as he rubbed his neck, "Sorry Mum. I couldn't help myself, I was quite pent up."
"Who was that girl?" Amara said, crossing her arms as her cheeks were still red, "You're bringing women to our home and just, what, sleeping with them like common whores?"
"That's Chloe." Tristan looked at her with his sharp blue eyes, "She's a Sex Friend."
"Sex Friend?" Amara scowled, "How could you have sex friends? You're playing with girls' hearts, is that it?"
"Relax." Tristan crossed his legs, "It's nothing like that. It's a mutual relationship. The two of us want to release our sexual urges without the commitment of a romantic relationship. I don't know if you would understand something like that."
"U-Understand something like that?" Amara narrowed her eyes, "What are you trying to imply?"
"I mean, you married Dad when you were younger than I am now." Tristan said, "Surely, you couldn't have time to live like I am living right now; having fun sex."
Amara's cheeks turned red, "That is no way to speak to your mother!!" She exclaimed, "Whether or not I had a good sexual life is of no concern of yours. Do not disrespect me that way!!"
"Not like Dad treated you good in bed, it must suck that you had to deal with that." Tristan chuckled, "Surely, there must have been a time where you wanted to have someone that would fuck you good an-"
"Shut up!!" She scowled angrily, "I came to check in on you because you haven't left the house in days, but it turns out you've been scandalously messing about with harlots!!"
"Hehe...." Tristan smirked, "Yea, I'm fine."
"You're unbelievable." Amara turned around and started to walk away before stopping and looking back at him, "And my life has been good, Tristan! I've had you, my children, whom I love dearly. Whether or not your Father and I have had a good relationship, it won't change anything! I won't change anything. It is because of the sacrifices I've made that you get to live how you do, don't you dare forget that."
"Ah, but Mom." Tristan said with a chuckle, "You should live a little, you're not getting any younger. I mean, you're still pretty and have an amazing body-"
"Shut up!" She pointed at him, "I will not hear any of this anymore!!"
She stormed out of the room, leaving him alone.
Tristan smirked slightly, "Hm...." He said, "Random girls or Chloe, they are one thing. But I can't stay with just fucking them. I have to do something greater, something more degenerate...."
He stood up, walking over to the door and closing it. He turned around and crossed his arms, placing his hand on his chin.
"If I can execute my plan perfectly." He said with a mischievous smirk,
"I'll make her mine."