(From Demetrius's Perspective)
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath in irritation.
"W-What's wrong?" she asked.
"Mother is coming this way. Damn it! I can't believe this!"
"Then quickly fix yourself. I'll do so as well," she said quickly and forced me to stop doing the blissful deed we were doing.
"Ugh, what a turn-off!" I grumbled. Why did Mother have to go this way at this moment? Perhaps she could not smell us, but of course, she would be able to smell if we did it. There was a faint sinful scent around us. But I decided not to tell my wife this since she would almost die of embarrassment.
"We... we can always do it later," she said as she patted on my arm. The gesture was too cute. I wanted to stop her, lest she might turn me on again. But I could not bring myself to do it since I was more than addicted to seeing her expressions. "And besides, we d-do it every night. So..."
