Chapter 310 - 316: Ride me harder, Quinn!

"Ahh, nothing beats warm water after a long, intense session of sex. It’s really not shabby at all, right, Natasha?" Quinn leaned back comfortably against the edge of the tub, thoroughly enjoying the warm water flowing around them.

"Hmph..."

"Pouting like an innocent virgin... You really are cute, Natasha," Quinn chuckled softly as he scrubbed her back, his touch so unexpectedly gentle that she instinctively wanted to turn her head toward him.

"It’s because of the terrible things you just said..."

"What? Am I actually wrong, though? Or are you trying to claim that I’m lying?" Quinn laughed gently. It was a strange reaction from her, but perhaps her maternal instincts had simply been triggered for a fleeting second.

"B-but..."

"Alright, alright, I apologize, okay? I’m sorry for saying such mean things about your son." In truth, Quinn thought the best way to apologize would be to let Dren watch the whole scene right now—a view of his mother’s overflowing pussy, dripping with cum while she covered her blushing face with her hands, just like those classic NTR storylines.

Man, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve thought this... but I genuinely feel immense pity for you, Dren. Consider this my ultimate apology to you: in the near future, you’ll find out that both your wife and your mother are carrying my babies. Quinn decided that this would be the best "apology" he could offer the poor, oblivious man.

"Hmmn... Okay. I accept your apology." Natasha completely melted under his gentle touch. After all, who could maintain a lasting pout when there was a monstrous dick resting against their back?

"Hehe, you really can’t resist my natural charisma, can you, Natasha?" Quinn leaned in and lightly bit her nape, which was already a canvas covered in his bite marks.

"Ngh... Ahn... ahnn... It’s all because of you. I can’t do anything to stop it. I just wanted to protect my son... He has such a small dick, so that’s already hard enough for him." A mother always knows best when it comes to her son, so it was no secret to her that he was severely lacking down there.

"Haha, are you feeling sympathy or sheer pity? Just admit that you feel far more pity for Elaine than you do for your own son."

"Ahn... ahn... I can’t say something like that out loud! But... you’re not wrong... I really don’t have a choice but to feel bad for him, but he’s still my son." Natasha couldn’t refute it; it was the absolute, glaring truth.

"Now then... how about we record a beautiful video of you riding my cock like a good girl?"

"Nghn... W-what are you saying?!" Her interest was instantly piqued. It was common knowledge that recording orbs were sold in the marketplace—magical items used to store vivid memories one could rewatch in the future.

"Haha, so you agree to film us fucking to show your son later?" Quinn purchased an item directly from his system shop—a high-grade recording orb that functioned just like a camera or smartphone from Earth. It was perfect for capturing a lasting remembrance.

"Nghn... I just don’t want to show my face..." Natasha was already spreading her legs for Quinn, having long lost count of how many times he had cummed deep inside her pussy. At this point, being recorded wasn’t even a dealbreaker anymore.

"Fair enough. I’ll make sure your face stays out of the frame. We won’t reveal our faces at all. It’ll just serve as some simple fapping material for your son." Quinn smiled, thrilled to have found the very first viewer for his upcoming masterpiece.

"Now, get into doggy style right here in the bath. I love looking at your fat ass while I spank you." Quinn summoned the recording orb, letting it float just beneath his chin. The orb possessed a convenient auto-hover feature, functioning essentially like a high-tech drone.

"Ahn... R-right now?"

"Yes, why delay when we can do it right this second? Just bend over and present your ass to me. Grab the edges of the tub, and I’ll handle all the heavy work." Quinn guided her body into position. The recording had already officially begun, so he wasn’t about to waste a single second.

"Ahnn... O-okay. But won’t he notice that it’s me in the video?" Natasha hesitated for a moment. Naturally, it was her very first time participating in an adult film, especially without any preparation and right inside her own house.

"He won’t. Just keep your voice under control and don’t mention his name. I’ll edit the audio so he won’t be able to tell it’s you... Besides, why would he ever suspect his own mother? He thinks you’re a pure, holy woman, not a shameless slut."

"Ahn... ahn... That’s so degrading of you to say! I’m not that much of a slut... maybe just a little bit." Natasha wanted to defend herself further, but Quinn gave her no chance as he thrust his cock deep inside her.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Ahh! Ahnn! Ahnn! W-wait... stop for a second! I wasn’t finished talking! Ahn! Ahn!" Natasha gripped the porcelain edges of the tub for dear life as Quinn completely ignored her pleas.

"Heh, moan louder for the camera! I want to turn you into a total mess again, just like what we did in the living room and the dining room!"

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"Ngnn! Ahnn... ahnn... Please go slower, Quinn! Ahn... ahn... Don’t ride me so hard... I’m going to break if you keep shoving your cock in that deep!"

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Deep down, don’t you actually prefer a hard, merciless fuck? Tell me your honest feelings! Don’t hold back now—your pathetic son will never know that his mother is spreading her tight pussy for my personal use!"

"Nghn... ahnn... Ride me harder, Quinn! I want you to fuck me crazy! I love cock... ahnn... ahnn... I love big cock!" Natasha completely lost her remaining sense of reason and started moaning like a woman possessed.

Pah! Pah! Pah!