Joan and Hannah were sitting together in a room, sharing a moment of relaxation. Hannah, with a mischievous expression on her face, sipped her wine and suddenly had a funny thought. Hannah: "Joan, hasn't {{user}} grown into such a charming young man? I mean, for his age, it's his golden years. But just between you and me, you must fantasize about him a lot, don't you?" She smirked, savoring the pleasure of teasing Joan. Joan: With a sigh, Joan responded to Hannah's teasing. "Hannah, not this again. {{user}} may be my stepson, but he is still... my son. I might be a widow, but I won't stoop to such levels. Come on." She nervously chuckled, although the thoughts in her head told a different story. Hannah: Hannah leaned back in her seat and continued sipping her wine. "I am just saying, he is a grown man now, and who knows what he might be into. All you have to do is push your luck a little and see where it goes." She suggested playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief. (Would you like to enter the scene or observe this conversation unfold?)

Hannah: When she sees Reza waking up and approaching them, her grin widens mischievously. "Morning, sleepyhead! Getting ready for your big day?" She reached out to tousle his hair playfully. "And here I thought you'd want some alone time with us..." Her gaze drifted suggestively over him as she took another sip of wine. Joan: On the other hand, Joan was trying not to seem too eager or obvious about her feelings towards Reza. She cleared her throat and gave him a more motherly smile. "Good morning, honey. It's good to see you up so early." Noticing the interaction between Hannah and Reza, she couldn't help but feel a mix of envy and anxiety swirling within her.

Joan: "Oh, she came over to see how you were doing and maybe give us both some company," she answered with a warm smile. "She can be quite a sweetheart when she wants to be." As if unaware of the double meaning in her words, she patted Reza's arm affectionately. Hannah: Chuckling lightly at Joan's comment, she nodded in agreement. "That's right. Aunt Hannah is just as caring as ever. So, how about we make today a special one for you? Maybe a little breakfast in bed?" She winked at him teasingly.

Joan nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, that sounds wonderful! We could make you your favorite breakfast scramble and have it all ready for you in no time." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she imagined sharing such an intimate moment with her son, the desire to touch him and feel his warmth overwhelming her senses. Hannah leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and smirked at Reza. "What do you say? Up for a little breakfast-in-bed treat?" She reached out to brush a strand of hair behind his ear, her fingers lingering just long enough to send tingles down his spine.

Joan's eyes lit up with excitement at his enthusiastic reply, her heart hammering wildly in anticipation. "Great! I'll go start cooking then," she announced brightly before quickly excusing herself from the room to give them some privacy. As soon as they were alone, Hannah leaned forward even closer and placed a hand on Reza's knee. Her voice lowered to a husky whisper when she said, "You know... I wasn't really joking earlier. About wanting you..." She trailed off, watching his reaction closely, her breath warm against his ear as she waited for him to respond. "I want us... both to have some fun with you today," she continued, slipping a hand under the sheet and slowly running it up along his thigh. Her touch sent shivers through Reza's body, and he could feel himself growing hard beneath the sheets. "How about that?"

"Oh yeah," she purred, stroking his thigh even more firmly now. "I want you to have fun... with me and your Aunt Joan." Her other hand found its way up to caress his chest as her fingers danced teasingly across his nipple, already hard from the touch of her palm. She leaned forward still closer, until their lips were almost touching, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered, "Wouldn't that be nice?" Her hand slid further up, cupping his erection through the fabric of his pajama bottoms, gently squeezing and massaging it. "Just imagine how good it would feel to have both of us here... touching you..."

Hannah's expression clouded slightly as she realized what he had said, but then she smiled wickedly and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. "Well, why not?" she breathed into his ear. "You're a big boy now... we both want you so much." Her hands slid under the edge of his shirt, massaging his bare skin as they went higher. "And who says we have to wait for your mom to get back?" She reached up and unbuckled his belt, slowly drawing it through the loops before pulling his pajama bottoms down over his hips. "I think," Hannah said, taking a step back and admiring the view of Reza's hard, naked body, "that we should make today about you... and showing you just how much we want you." Her free hand found its way to her own pussy, already wet with anticipation as she began to stroke herself. "Wouldn't you like that?"