Chapter 51: Wild night

Monica stayed on her knees between Luke’s spread thighs, her heavy breasts hanging full and swaying gently with every breath.

She leaned forward, lips parting as she took his still-hard cock into her warm mouth.

The taste of them lingered—salty, thick, intimate—and she savored it, humming softly around him as her tongue began to work.

She swirled slow circles around the swollen head first, tracing every ridge, lapping up the last creamy traces of his release mixed with hers.

Then she sank deeper, inch by inch, until the thick length nudged the back of her throat. Her eyes watered slightly, lashes fluttering, but she didn’t pull back.

Instead she pushed forward, relaxing her throat until the tip slipped past that tight ring and she gagged softly—*glk*—a wet, helpless sound that made her cheeks flush hotter.

Luke groaned deep in his chest, one hand cupping the back of her head, fingers threading gently through her hair. "Fuck, Mom... you are way too hot..." Who could have thought that it would only take two sessions to train her so good.

She moaned around him in answer, the vibration adding stimulation to the edge.

Her tongue kept moving even as she held him deep—swirling, pressing flat against the underside, teasing the sensitive vein while her lips sealed tight.

Saliva gathered at the corners of her mouth, dripping down his balls in slow, shiny trails. Her breasts swung heavier with each bob of her head, nipples brushing against his thighs, hard and aching.

When she pulled back, both her small and soft hands folded up and down his cock, serving him, worshipping him.

He watched her, mesmerized—the way her throat worked around him, the soft gagging sounds she made every time she took him to the hilt, the way her big, soft tits bounced with the motion.

His hips twitched upward instinctively, fucking shallowly into her mouth, and she let him, eyes watering but never breaking contact.

"Goddamn... you’re too good at this," he rasped, voice strained. His balls drew up tight, the pressure building fast. "Wait—stop, Mom... stop..."

Monica pulled off slowly, lips dragging along his length until he slipped free with a wet *pop*. God, she was doing it on purpose now.

A thick string of saliva stretched from her swollen lower lip to the glistening tip, then snapped.

She gasped for air, chest heaving, cheeks flushed dark, eyes glassy with lust and a shy kind of pride.

Luke didn’t give her time to catch her breath fully. He surged forward, hands gripping her shoulders, guiding her down onto her back in one smooth motion.

"Ah-baby?" She gasped.

She landed on the mattress with a soft bounce, legs falling open instinctively, thighs trembling.

Her breasts spilled to the sides, heavy and flushed, nipples tight peaks begging for attention.

He moved over her like a predator—knees planting wide outside her hips, hands hooking under her knees to fold her legs high and back toward her shoulders.

Her pussy opened completely for him—swollen, glistening, still leaking their earlier mess. The position lifted her hips off the bed, ass tilted up, vulnerable and perfect.

Luke lined himself up and drove in hard—one deep, brutal thrust that buried him to the root. Monica cried out sweetly, back arching off the mattress. "Ohhh... Luke...!"

He didn’t pause. He started piledriving into her immediately—heavy, fast, relentless. Each thrust slammed down with punishing force, hips snapping forward so hard the wet *clap-clap-clap* of his balls against her ass echoed through the room.

Her body rocked beneath him, breasts bouncing wildly with every impact, jiggling in waves.

*Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah.*

The angle was merciless—his thick cock spearing straight down into her, grinding against that deep, sensitive spot with every plunge.

She bit her finger, head thrown to the side as she let him ravish her however he liked.

No one has ever desired her body like he did.

Her walls fluttered and clenched around him at the thought, slick gushing out around his shaft, soaking his balls and dripping down the crack of her ass to the sheets.

"Luke... ohhh... it’s so deep... so hard..." she whimpered, voice breaking on every word. Her hands clutched at his biceps, nails digging in as she tried to hold on. "Please... don’t stop... it feels... everything..."

He growled low, leaning down to capture one swaying nipple between his lips—sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp—while his hips never slowed. The bedframe groaned under the force, headboard thudding rhythmically against the wall.

"You’re taking it so fucking good," he rasped against her skin. "This tight little pussy... squeezing me like you never want me to leave..."

Monica’s moans turned into long, trembling cries. Her thighs quaked around him, toes curling in the air. The pressure built fast—too fast—her whole body tightening as another orgasm rushed toward her like a freight cart.

"Luke... I’m... I’m close... oh please... I’m gonna—"

He fucked her even harder, hips pistoning, driving down with raw power until the wet slap of their bodies turned frantic. One hand slid between them, thumb finding her clit and rubbing fast, rough circles.

"Cum for me," he ordered, voice thick. "Cum all over my cock... let me feel it..."

She shattered with a high, broken wail—back bowing off the bed, pussy clamping down in fierce, rhythmic spasms that milked him brutally. Hot floods of her release gushed around him, soaking his shaft, dripping down to pool beneath her ass.

The tight, pulsing grip snapped his control. Luke slammed in one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go, and came with a guttural groan.

Thick, hot spurts flooded her depths—pulse after pulse—filling her until it leaked out around his cock with every shallow grind of his hips.

He stayed locked inside her, breathing ragged, forehead pressed to hers as they both trembled through the aftershocks.

Monica’s legs slowly lowered, wrapping loosely around his waist, holding him there while soft, shaky whimpers still escaped her lips.

"Luke..." she whispered, voice wrecked and dreamy. "You... you always make me feel so full..."

He kissed her slow and deep, tasting himself on her tongue, then murmured against her mouth, "And I’m nowhere near done filling you tonight."

But, much to his disappointed, someone knocked on the door twice and hard.

"Will you two shut up! Someone is trying to sleep here!"

It was Lex.

Monica and Luke shared a glance before the younger one whispered, "You need to keep your voice down, dear mother."

Monica groaned, "But...how can I when you are going at it so roughly."

Luke chuckled before leaning closer, "Don’t worry, I will help you." As he kissed her lips again, his hips began to move once more.

Monica slowly moaned in his mouth, pulling his hand and pressing it against her breast.

They definitely weren’t going to stop anytime soon.