Chapter 83: Same bed*

“Are we really going to adjust on that?” Luke asked, scratching his head as he looked at the makeshift bed, extended slightly for the night since he couldn’t sleep in his own room.

Gustav grinned. “We’ll squeeze in somehow. Monica, bring the sheets. They should have dried by now.”

The woman nodded and left the room, leaving the two men behind.

Gustav then slowly removed the wooden stump from his missing arm and placed it to the side.

Luke crossed his arms. “Isn’t there a better, lighter stump you could use? Something more suited to you?”

Gustav chuckled. “Well, I made this one myself… but of course, there are people who could make something much better. Though in the end, it depends on how much I can afford.” He cast a subtle glance at his son.

Luke rolled his eyes, already regretting asking.

Shaking his head, he said, “Fine. Go find out how much a better one would cost and tell me the price.”

Gustav beamed at those words. If he still had both arms, he would have been rubbing his hands together in delight.

“Ahaha… I knew it. Luke is the most considerate child I could ask for.”

Luke shook his head before Monica returned to the room holding three sheets.

Since it was already quite late they decided to go to bed soon.

The room fell into complete darkness the moment the lantern was extinguished, its faint orange glow snuffed out like a dying breath.

The heavy silence of the night wrapped around the three figures lying on the narrow bed, broken only by the soft rustle of sheets and the distant chirp of insects outside.

Luke removed his shirt and tossed it aside.

Monica lay in the middle, her body faintly touching both her son and her mate.

The bed was far too small for comfort, forcing them close. Her back pressed firmly against Luke’s chest, the thin fabric of her nightdress doing little to separate their skin.

She could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, warm and rhythmic against her neck. But she remained indifferent focusing on her sleep…

But then, Luke’s hand found her waist in the dark, fingers splaying possessively over the curve of her hip.

He drew her back against him with deliberate slowness, eliminating what little space remained.

The moment her soft, rounded ass nestled fully against his crotch, Monica felt it: the thick, unmistakable hardness of her son’s cock, already straining against the front of his pants.

It had been three long days since he had last taken her, three days of aching frustration that left his cock throbbing and restless.

Now, trapped in this confined space, the pent-up need surged through him like liquid fire. His shaft twitched again, heavier this time, pulsing with raw hunger as it nestled between the plush cheeks of her ass through their clothes.

Monica’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened in the darkness, a rush of heat flooding her body from her core outward.

She could feel every inch of him: the rigid length, the way it thickened and throbbed insistently against her.

A faint dampness was already forming between her thighs, her pussy responding to the familiar, forbidden pressure of her own son.

She glanced over her shoulder, her heart hammering. Luke’s eyes were open, burning with intense, smoldering desire as they locked onto hers.

Even in the pitch black, she could sense the heat in his gaze, the silent demand in the way his hips shifted ever so slightly, pressing his erection more firmly against her soft flesh.

Her pulse quickened. She quickly turned her eyes toward Gustav, lying just inches away on her other side.

His eyes were closed, one arm tucked beneath his head, his breathing slow and even. He appeared to be asleep, or what it seemed.

Luke did not wait for permission. His hand tightened on her waist, holding her in place as he began to move.

Slowly he rolled his hips in a lazy, grinding rhythm, letting his thick cock slide up and down along the cleft of her ass.

The friction was maddeningly gentle at first, the fabric between them a teasing barrier that only heightened the sensation.

Each slow thrust pressed the swollen head of his cock against her, then dragged the full length along her curves, letting her feel exactly how hard and how big he was for her.

He has already removed his sheet and entered his mother’s for better contact. And the way she reacted, it was evident she could feel it.

Monica bit her lower lip to stifle a soft whimper. Her body betrayed her instantly: nipples tightening into stiff peaks beneath her nightdress, her pussy clenching with a fresh wave of slick arousal.

She wouldn’t lie, she was as much pent up as Luke. Just didn’t wanting to come out as a needy and cheating woman she suppressed her desires…but how long could she last if he goes on like this?

The lewd, wet heat building between her legs made her thighs press together instinctively, but there was no escaping the slow, insistent grind of her son’s cock against her ass.

Luke leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, barely audible, “I’ve been dying for this, Mom… three days without your tight little cunt wrapped around me.”

His words sent a fresh shiver racing down her spine. Another slow, deliberate roll of his hips followed, this time pressing harder, the thick ridge of his cockhead nudging right against the sensitive spot where her ass met her thigh.

He held it there for a moment, letting her feel the insistent throb of his pulse through the fabric, before dragging back again in that torturously unhurried rhythm.

Monica’s breathing grew shallow and uneven. Her hand clutched at the blanket in front of her, knuckles whitening.

The risk made everything sharper, hotter: Gustav lying so close, the possibility that he might wake at any second, while her own son shamelessly used her body in the dark, grinding his aching cock against her with patient, filthy intent.

Luke’s fingers flexed on her waist, then slid lower, tracing the hem of her nightdress with feather-light touches.

He didn’t rush. He simply kept rocking against her, slow and steady, letting the lewd friction build, letting her feel every twitch, every heavy throb of his neglected cock as it begged to be buried deep inside her once more.

The air between them grew thick with tension and unspoken lust, the darkness only amplifying every subtle sound: the faint rustle of fabric, the wet sound of her growing arousal soaking her panties, and the quiet, controlled breaths they both struggled to keep steady.

Monica then slowly turned to look at him over her shoulder and whispered, “We…talked about this…we shouldn’t be doing this.”

Luke grinned, “Is that so? Then why are you grinding yourself against me?”

Monica’s eyes widened slightly as she realized he had actually stopped moving and it was her who was rocking her hips unknowingly, searching more of her son’s heat.

Before she could pull away, Luke pressed her closer until his cock was sandwiches between her cheeks and said, “Don’t worry. It’s not cheating. We are just relieving each other’s desire.”

Monica knew how wrong and risky this was. A single moment and it would be over.

However…there was no denying in it.

She wanted to be fucked bad.

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