Chapter 85: Behind his back(2)**

The dream wrapped around Gustav like warm honey. He lounged in a grand chair inside a fine new house, belly full of rich meat and sweet ale.

Villagers sat at his feet, nodding eagerly at every word he spoke. Even the chief was there, smiling respectfully, never once mocking him.

No one dared. They all knew what Luke would do to anyone who disrespected his father.

The fear and admiration in their eyes made Gustav’s chest swell with pride. He smiled wider in his sleep, completely lost in the fantasy his mind had built.

In reality, only inches away, his mate was being claimed by that very son.

Luke kept his palm pressed firmly over Monica’s mouth, muffling the needy “Nng-mmfh” that tried to escape as he pushed his thick cock into her from behind.

He had shifted her carefully onto her side, spooning her tight against his body. Her nightdress was bunched high around her waist, panties shoved aside. With one smooth, deliberate thrust, his entire length sank deep into her soaked pussy, stretching her walls around his girth until he was buried to the hilt.

Her eyes watered, lashes fluttering as her irises rolled back slightly from the sudden fullness.

Her cunt clenched hard around him, hot and silky, gripping every veiny inch like it never wanted to let go.

Luke had to bite his own lip to stop from groaning too loudly. She was impossibly tight, her juices already coating his shaft and dripping down to his balls.

He stayed still for a few heartbeats, letting them both adjust to the intense sensation, his cock throbbing heavily inside her.

Then he leaned close to her ear and whispered, voice low and dark with lust, “If you choke me that hard with your greedy little cunt, don’t expect me to show mercy.”

Monica’s breath trembled against his palm. She glanced over her shoulder at him, eyes glassy with need, and obediently dragged her tongue across his fingers, licking them slowly while her pussy fluttered around his cock.

Satisfied, Luke eased his hand away from her mouth just enough for her to breathe.

He drew his hips back slowly, dragging his thick shaft almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained inside her dripping entrance.

Then he rolled forward again, sinking back into her wet heat with a smooth, controlled thrust. Not hard. Just deep. Enough for her to feel every inch claiming her again.

Monica slowly parted her thighs wider under the blanket, opening herself up for him as much as the cramped position allowed.

He held her under her knee, just enough to not let the hump become obvious as he continued to fuck his own mother.

The movement was careful, silent, but it let him slide even deeper on the next thrust. She kept stealing frantic glances toward Gustav, her heart racing wildly every time she saw his peaceful, sleeping face so close.

Her mate was right there, dreaming sweetly, while she was getting fucked by her own son behind his back.

Luke set a slow, steady rhythm. He pulled out languidly, letting her feel the thick drag of his cock along her sensitive walls, then pushed back in with the same unhurried roll of his hips.

Each thrust made a faint, wet squelch under the blanket as her abundant juices leaked out around his shaft, dampening the sheet and trickling down her inner thigh. The lewd sound was soft but constant, mixing with their shaky breathing.

Monica’s hand clutched at the edge of the blanket, knuckles white. Every time Luke bottomed out inside her, the fat head of his cock nudged against that deep, sensitive spot, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

She had to fight to keep her moans trapped in her throat, turning them into tiny, broken whimpers that only he could hear.

He kept fucking her like that, slow and deep, grinding his hips in small circles when he was fully buried to stir her insides.

His hand slid back under her nightdress, cupping one breast again and gently pinching her nipple while he continued thrusting. The blanket barely moved with their careful motions, hiding the filthy act completely.

Gustav shifted slightly in his sleep, letting out a soft, contented sigh as his dream continued, completely unaware that his mate’s tight cunt was wrapped around her son’s cock, leaking slick with every slow, deliberate thrust.

Luke leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the back of Monica’s neck, whispering against her skin, “Forget about that man already, Mother. The only man who can satisfy your needs and keep you happy is me.”

Monica’s walls clenched violently around him at the words, another thick trickle of her juices dripping down as Luke pulled back and slid into her again, keeping the pace torturously slow and intimate, letting the thrill of cheating right beside her mate push them both higher.

The slow, wet rhythm continued under the blanket, each deliberate thrust of Luke’s thick cock stretching Monica’s soaked pussy open again and again. Her juices coated his shaft generously, making every slide in and out produce faint, obscene squelching sounds that only heightened the forbidden thrill.

Monica’s body grew hotter, needier. The initial fear began to melt into something bolder, more desperate. She started to rock her hips back to meet his thrusts, moving carefully but with growing hunger.

Her soft ass pressed against Luke’s pelvis as she pushed back, taking him deeper on every stroke. The movement was subtle, almost imperceptible under the covers, but it made his cock grind against her sensitive inner walls in the most delicious way.

Luke’s breath hitched against the back of her neck. “That’s it… fuck yourself on your son’s cock,” he whispered, voice barely audible, thick with lust. His hand stayed on her breast, fingers rolling her stiff nipple while he kept thrusting slowly into her from behind.

Monica bit her lower lip hard, eyes half-lidded and glassy as she glanced once more at Gustav.

Her mate’s peaceful face only made her pussy clench tighter around Luke. She rocked her hips a little faster, rolling them in small, needy circles whenever Luke bottomed out inside her, letting the fat head of his cock rub firmly against that deep, spongy spot that made her toes curl. Her slick was flowing freely now, leaking out with every movement and soaking the sheets beneath her.

The pleasure built steadily, coiling tight and hot in her belly. Luke matched her rhythm, thrusting deeper, grinding harder when she pushed back. The wet sounds grew slightly louder, more frequent, but still hidden by the blanket and the buzzing of insects outside.

Suddenly, Monica’s breathing turned ragged. Her thighs trembled as she parted them even wider, giving Luke full access. She rocked her hips more urgently, chasing the friction, her cunt fluttering and squeezing around his pistoning cock. Luke felt her walls tightening, rippling along his length, and he knew she was close.

He slid his hand down from her breast, reaching between her legs under the blanket to find her swollen clit. His fingers rubbed slow, firm circles over the sensitive nub while he continued thrusting into her with that same deep, steady pace.

Monica’s eyes rolled back. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry as the orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed violently around Luke’s cock, clenching and pulsing in powerful waves, milking him as her juices gushed out around his shaft in hot, slippery spurts.

She shook in his arms, hips jerking erratically as she came hard, doing everything she could to stay quiet, her body trembling with the intensity of her release.

The rhythmic squeezing of her cunt proved too much for Luke. With a low, muffled grunt against her shoulder, he buried himself deep one last time and came right after her.

His cock throbbed heavily inside her, pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded her spasming pussy, filling her up until it started to leak out around his shaft, mixing with her own slick and dripping down her thigh in warm, sticky trails.

They stayed locked together, both breathing hard and shaky, his cock still buried inside her twitching cunt as the aftershocks rippled through them.

Monica’s eyes fluttered, cheeks flushed, while she stole one more guilty glance at Gustav, who continued sleeping peacefully, smiling faintly in his dream, completely oblivious to the fact that his mate had just cum hard on her son’s cock right beside him.

Luke pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the nape of her neck, his hand gently stroking her hip as they both came down from the intense, secret high, bodies still joined under the blanket in the dark room.

In that moment, Monica couldn’t deny it.

The pleasure was just way too intoxicating.

She knew she was going to get addicted with no room to escape.

She was now spellbound by her son’s cock.

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