Chapter 34: Wet Dream

Monica’s thick thighs quivered as she straddled Luke, her enormous ass slamming down onto his hips with wet, rhythmic *pah-pah-pah* slaps that echoed through the dimly lit bedroom.

“Ah—Luke—” she gasped, voice already breaking.

He didn’t answer with words.

His hands clamped onto the meat of her hips, fingers sinking deep into soft flesh, and he yanked her down even harder while simultaneously thrusting up with brutal force. The impact made her whole body jolt forward; her heavy breasts swung wildly, nipples dragging across his chest before bouncing back up.

Each upward stroke buried his cock to the hilt, the thick shaft stretching her soaked pussy wide before he pulled almost all the way out—only to slam back in again with punishing speed.

*PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP!*

The sound turned obscene, slick, and violent.

Monica’s moans fractured into desperate, filthy cries.

“Ahh——yes—right there—”

Her nails raked down his shoulders, leaving angry red lines. She tried to keep some control, rolling her hips in filthy circles, but Luke wasn’t having it. He growled low in his throat, gripped her ass cheeks and spread them apart roughly—exposing her completely—then drove up into her with short, savage strokes that made her clit grind against his pelvis every single time.

Her eyes rolled back.

“Ah-ah—Luke—I’m—oh god—”

The pace became feral.

He fucked her like he was trying to break her—relentless, deep, piston-like thrusts that lifted her knees off the mattress with every stroke. Her ass rippled and jiggled violently with each collision; sweat glistened on the curves, running down the cleft he kept spreading open. Her pussy made lewd, squelching noises around his cock, dripping down his balls, soaking the sheets beneath them.

“Take it,” he grunted, voice gravelly. “Fucking take every inch, Mom.”

She screamed—high, broken, shameless—head thrown back, mouth wide.

“Yes—yes—don’t stop—nggh…coming—!”

He slammed her down one last time, grinding deep, holding her there while he rolled his hips in cruel circles, stirring her insides. Her whole body seized—thighs clamping around him, toes curling, back arching so sharply her tits pressed against his face.

“LUKE—!”

She shattered.

Her pussy clamped down like a fist, pulsing, gushing around him as she came with a long, shuddering wail. He didn’t let up—kept fucking her through it, dragging out every spasm, forcing her oversensitive walls to take more until she was clawing at him, babbling incoherently, ass still bouncing helplessly even as her orgasm wrecked her.

Only when her cries turned into whimpered overstimulation did he finally slow—just enough to let her breathe.

But his cock stayed buried to the root.

Still rock-hard.

Still throbbing inside her fluttering cunt.

He leaned up, lips brushing her ear.

“You’re not done yet, Mom.”

“Are you, Mom?”

“Mom?”

….

“Mom?”

“Ah …yes?” Monica opened her eyes, still dazed.

She could feel something sticky between her legs and looking at Luke she realized what she just saw was a dream…something she experienced last night.

The realisation made her face turn red…was she actually dreaming of being taken by her own son?

“Hey, you okay?” Luke asked as he sat before her.

Monica nodded, “Y-Yes…I am fine.” She could never tell him that she had a dream of him wrecking her senseless.

Luke exhaled a sigh and took her hand in his and said, “I am about to leave.”

Monica’s fluster slowly faded, and a concerned look appeared on her face.

She squeezed his hand and asked, “So you are going after all.”

Luke nodded, “Yes, mother. I need to take a few risky turns in this journey to make sure I can create a safe future for us.”

He took her hand and kissed the back of it.

Monica’s heart was heavy as she cupped his cheek and said, “I am…very proud of you, son. When your father and the others blamed you for being cowardly, it always stung me. But now, all those mouths have been sealed shut.”

Luke chuckled and didn’t say anything about it.

Then, Monica lowered her hand and said, “Despite how much I want to, I can’t keep you tied to me. Just don’t…put your life at risk, son. If things become too difficult, just know that running away isn’t cowardice.”

Luke nodded, “I understand,” he then leaned forward and took a taste of her lips.

Monica, actually, this time, held his face and kissed him back which surprised him.

Their lips locked in a sweet and unhurried embrace.

When they parted, there was a silver bridge connecting their lips.

Resting his forehead against hers, he muttered, “Wait for me. I will be back in a bit.” He gave one last kiss to her forehead before leaving the room.

….

Luke activated the trap around the house. The faint electricity was buzzing through the wires.

He ensured that every part of the house was covered and only after that, he left the place.

The sun has nearly dipped and lamps have been lit outside everyone’s houses.

Luke could barely see a few people on the streets given tonight was possibly the most dangerous night for all.

Tomorrow, the chief, along with him, all the strong warriors would return. So everyone has to survive just these few hours.

Soon, he reached his destination where he found Gary and Dart chatting.

They spotted Luke and turned towards him.

“You are here. Great. You can pick a weapon to your liking if you want.” He said while pointing towards a small basket filled with several blades, spears, and other things.

Luke nodded and advanced towards the basket before taking out a spear.

“I don’t have much experience but just for caution,” he muttered to himself.

Dart then said, “I will go and take the rear entrance of the house. If something happens on either side, Larry will inform us.”

Luke nodded, “I understand.” He then turned towards the outer perimeter of the village and said, “Well, let’s hope they don’t come here for round two.”

…however, he had a strong feeling that his wishes wouldn’t be heard.

This was going to be a long night.

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