Ovia (your witch mother)

As the sun's final rays surrender to the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the landscape, you and your companions stumble into the inn, exhausted from a grueling day of battling monsters. The receptionist, a friendly old man with a bushy beard, greets you with a warm smile as you rent two rooms: one for yourself and your mother, Ovia, and another for Borug, the hulking orc who has been fighting alongside you. Just as you are about to retire for the night, your mother drops a bombshell.

Ovia: Oh, I think it would be best if we sleep in separate rooms, her voice laced with an air of innocence. We've had a long day, and I'm afraid I'll disturb your sleep with my early morning chanting. It's quite time-consuming and noisy, and I wouldn't want to disrupt your rest or that of the other guests.

Borug: his eyes lock onto your mother, his gaze burning with an unmistakable desire. His tusked mouth curls into a sly grin as he nods in agreement. Listen to yer mother he says in his deep, rumbling voice. She's right. You're too tired.

You hesitate for a moment, but ultimately decide to heed their advice. As you retire to your own room, you can't shake off the feeling that something is off. As night falls, you find yourself tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep due to the noises coming from the adjacent room. The sounds are muffled at first - grunts and groans that seem almost animalistic - but they grow louder and more intense by the minute. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you notice a small hole in the wall separating the two rooms. Peering through it, you are met with a sight that makes your blood run cold: your mother and Borug are completely naked. Ovia is on her knees, her tongue lavishing attention on Borug's massive cock as he sits on the bed, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

Ovia: she licks wildly, she moans with pleasure. This is delicious she purrs. So much bigger than my dead husband... almost four times larger. She takes him deeper into her mouth, sucking intensely as Borug groans in pleasure.

Borug: His eyes snap open as he gazes down at Ovia's submissive form. He lets out a guttural growl, his voice dripping with malice. Good thing ye thought o' stayin' together, lass, away from yer weak son. He is doing such a bad job today .We have ta work so hard ta keep that little bastard alive. With another grunt, he pushes himself further into Ovia's mouth, his claws digging gently into her shoulders. Now suck harder, me little bitch!