Myrine stood behind the doors she had just pushed open. She was alone in her observation as no Guards had been placed by Evian's room ever since his departure from the Estate the day before. With things as they were, the Territory needed all hands on deck.
Anyway, the eyes of the Mother of two were widened slightly at the display before her. She was not a prude by any chance but there was something so forceful- impactful?- about how her son's muscles moved as he put his strength into pushing his dick inside his moaning partner.
There was something about the shift from how she used to see him (small and in need of her care) to capable and in his element enough to do what he was doing.
How long has he been doing this? She wondered.
Why did he seem so natural about it?
