Chapter 8: An Unexpected Sweet Morning Surprise.
The bedroom door opened slowly. The soft but clear sound hit my ears like a thunderclap.
I froze completely. My naked body was still pressed tightly against Mom's, my mouth still hovering near her nipple, which was wet with my saliva.
My breath caught, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to explode.
'This is the end… I'm really done for.'
Dad stepped inside.
The sturdy middle-aged man was wearing a thick leather hunter's vest, with his sleeves rolled up to show off his powerful arm muscles.
His thick, dark brownish beard made his face look firm and authoritative, like a reliable head of the family.
His sharp eyes immediately landed on the bed — on the two of us who were completely undressed.
For a moment, the room fell silent.
The soft morning light illuminated Mom's still-flushed naked skin, glowing from lingering arousal, and my body, stiff with fear.
I wanted to pull away, to hide, to disappear. But Mom only hugged my head tighter, pressing my face back into her plump breasts as if she didn't want to let me go.
Her sweet vanilla-like scent was still intoxicating, but this time it mixed with agonizing panic.
Mom lifted her head slightly and smiled sweetly, without a trace of shame. Her voice was still hoarse from sleep, but the tone sounded relaxed and… seductive.
"Morning, honey," she greeted Dad softly, as if she were simply saying hello to her husband at the breakfast table.
"You're already up?"
Dad stood at the doorway, his eyes slowly scanning Mom's naked body from top to bottom without hurry.
There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, but not the anger I feared. Instead… a small smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"Morning," he replied in his deep, calm voice.
"Looks like you two have already started a… special breakfast."
His words made my blood run cold.
How could he say something like that?
Why wasn't he angry? Why wasn't he shouting or rushing over to pull me away from Mom?
I tried to lift my head, wanting to say something — anything — to defend myself.
But Mom gently yet firmly pressed my head back down, her fingers combing through my hair as if soothing a naughty child.
"Leon is really hungry this morning," Mom said with a soft chuckle, her voice still wet with leftover pleasure.
"He just woke up and immediately went looking for Mommy's milk. You know, ever since he lost his memory yesterday, he's become much more obedient."
Dad let out a low, relaxed chuckle. He stepped closer to the bed, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of him.
"Yeah, I know. This situation isn't bad at all. At least the boy isn't as shy as he used to be."
Mom's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with arousal.
Her hand slowly slid down from my head, gently tracing across my chest and stomach, until her warm fingers finally wrapped around my cock, which had already been rock-hard for a while.
"Look at this, honey," Mom murmured in a playful, seductive voice while slightly lifting her hips so Dad could see more clearly.
"Leon's cock is already this big… Last night he put it inside Mommy's pussy and pounded my womb really hard over and over. It still feels… sore even now."
Dad moved closer again, carefully studying my cock. He leaned down a bit, his thick beard almost brushing against my stomach.
I waited nervously and confused, expecting him to get angry any second.
But instead…
He suddenly burst into loud laughter, his booming voice full of pride like a father watching his son succeed in his first hunt.
"Hahaha! Good! This is exactly what we expect from our family bloodline," he said, nodding in satisfaction.
"Thick, big, and strong. That's a real man's son."
Mom smiled proudly too, her hand still gently holding my cock and stroking it slowly.
"Right, honey? Mommy is impressed too. Leon is much braver now and can satisfy Mommy so well."
My face grew hotter.
Their praise only made my embarrassment sink deeper and feel even stranger.
Mom sighed softly, then looked at Dad with eyes still hazy with lust.
"Honey… are you hungry? Should I cook breakfast before you head out hunting this morning?"
Dad stroked his beard and smiled.
"I am hungry. But seeing you two like this, I feel bad about interrupting."
Mom chuckled softly, though she looked a bit reluctant to let go of me.
"Mommy has to go for now, baby… I need to head to the kitchen. If your father is late, he'll get hungry in the forest."
Even as she said that, Mom still planted a gentle kiss on my forehead before finally releasing her embrace.
Her warm, voluptuous body slowly moved away from me.
She got up from the bed completely naked, her smooth skin still flushed under the morning light.
"I'll be in the kitchen," she said with a quick glance.
After Mom left the room and the door closed softly behind her, the space suddenly felt very quiet.
I lay alone on the still-warm mattress, my naked body still tense, my cock — which Mom had been holding moments ago — now standing alone in the cool morning air.
My mind was a complete mess.
Why wasn't Dad angry?
Why were both of them acting like what I did with Mom was completely normal?
Was this kind of relationship really accepted in this world?
Confusion, anxiety, and fear swirled together in my chest.
'What the hell is really going on with me… and with this family?'
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