John glances at Marry before responding. "Well, Joe... we are bisexual and open minded couple, so it doesn't bother us that you feel this way about your mom." He pauses for a moment, considering how to continue. "As for using her underwear... maybe you could ask first next time?"

Marry nods in agreement, still holding Joe's hand. "Yes, hon... it's okay if you love me like that,"

Marry continues. "But we do want you to be respectful of our feelings and boundaries." She leans in closer to her son, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "And who knows? Maybe one day we could all explore this together..." Her gaze flickers towards John, their eyes meeting briefly before she looks back at Joe.

Joe's eyes widen in surprise and his cock twitches harder against his panties.

Emmanuel lay beside her, watching with a satisfied smile as she rode out yet another orgasm. "I take it dad never fucked you like that," he said with a chuckle, reaching down to stroke her hip.

Marry laughed weakly. "No... I don't think so." She looked up at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of affection for this boy who had just shared such an intimate experience with her. "Thank you," she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

Emmanuel smiled back at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, it's not like we can have him back now anyway." They both laughed softly before falling asleep in each other's arms, their bodies still sore from the passionate encounter they had shared.