Chapter 99: Risky and deliciously served**

It was so risky! Monica’s eyes were darting around as she, butt naked, stepped outside the room, led by her son.

Luke had a grin on his face as he enjoyed her reaction.

“Luke…where are we going?” She couldn’t help but ask, her voice slightly trembling

Luke wordlessly pulled her closer to him and twirled around, “I always wanted to do it with you here,”

As he said, he slowly made her sit on the dining table.

Monica gasped as he pressed his heat rod against her entrance, his intentions clear.

Luke positioned himself between her spread legs at the edge of the dining table, his thick cock pressing firmly against her slick entrance.

The cool wood under Monica’s bare ass made her shiver, but the heat radiating from her son’s body quickly overpowered it. With a low grunt, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her wet cunt in one smooth, powerful stroke.

Monica’s eyes widened, and she barely managed to slap her hand over her mouth in time.

A muffled cry escaped anyway as her walls clenched tightly around him.

The table creaked softly under the sudden force, its subtle movement rocking her body with each thrust.

The house was deathly silent around them, the only sounds being the faint slap of skin on skin and the wet, rhythmic squelch of his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.

“Shhh… Mom,” Luke whispered hotly against her ear, his hips already snapping back and forth with building intensity.

He gripped her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge so he could drive even deeper. “You feel so fucking good.”

Monica bit down hard on her lower lip, trying desperately to suppress the moans that threatened to spill out.

Her free hand clutched at his shoulder, nails digging into his skin as he fucked her passionately, his cock plunging full force again and again.

The table shifted slightly with every powerful thrust, the legs scraping quietly against the floor in the quiet night.

She was losing control fast. A high-pitched whimper escaped despite her efforts. Luke noticed immediately. Without slowing his relentless pace, he reached for her hand, gently prying it from her mouth and guiding it to his own shoulder instead.

“Bite on this,” he murmured, his voice husky with lust. “As hard as you need. Don’t hold back for me.”

Monica hesitated only a second before sinking her teeth into the muscle of his shoulder as he hammered into her cunt with renewed vigor.

Her muffled cries vibrated against his skin while he went back and forth, full force, stretching her perfectly with every deep, passionate stroke.

The table rocked steadily now, the subtle creaks blending with their heavy breathing.

Luke’s hands roamed her naked body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples as he fucked her harder, chasing their shared pleasure in the risky, exposed space of the dining room.

Monica’s body trembled, her suppressed moans turning into desperate, bitten-back gasps against his shoulder as wave after wave of intense sensation crashed through her.

Luke slowed his thrusts, breathing heavily against her neck.

With one final deep push that made the table creak louder, he pulled out of her dripping cunt.

He quickly dragged a sturdy wooden chair closer to the table and sat down on it, his hard, glistening cock standing straight up, throbbing and slick with her juices.

“Come here, Mom,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding, a wicked grin on his face. He patted his lap and held his cock at the base, pointing it upward. “Sit on it. Ride me.”

Monica’s legs felt weak, her heart pounding from the risk of being caught.

She glanced nervously toward the hallway, then stepped forward. Straddling him on the chair, she lowered herself slowly, guiding the thick head of his cock back to her entrance.

She gasped as she sank down, taking every inch of him inside her tight, wet heat until her ass rested fully on his thighs.

Her toes stayed planted on the cool floor for balance, giving her just enough leverage.

Luke leaned back slightly, hands gripping her hips as he watched her.

Monica started to move. At first, she rocked gently, grinding her ass in slow circles on his lap.

“Mm…” she bit her lips to stop herself from releasing that hearty moan she wanted. God, how well he fitted inside her.

The position let his cock stir deep inside her, rubbing against all the right spots.

But soon the need grew stronger. She began lifting and dropping herself, fucking herself on his thick shaft with increasing rhythm.

Her round ass bounced softly with each motion, her toes pushing against the ground to help her rise and fall.

Every time she sank down fully, a sharp cry tried to escape her throat. She clamped her hand tightly over her mouth again, muffling the sounds into desperate, broken whimpers. “Mmmph… ahh… mmff!”

Luke groaned quietly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “That’s it… ride me just like that. Use my cock.”

Monica’s pace quickened. She ground her ass harder, rolling her hips in deep, needy circles before lifting again, slamming herself down with controlled force.

The chair creaked rhythmically beneath them, the subtle sound mixing with the wet squelch of her soaked pussy sliding up and down his length.

Her breasts bounced with every movement, nipples hard in the cool night air.

She bit down on her own fingers now, trying to silence the growing moans as the pleasure built fast.

Her toes curled against the floor with each downward thrust, her body trembling as she fucked herself passionately on her son’s cock, still desperately muffling every cry that threatened to echo through the silent house.

Just when they both inched closer to the climax, about to explode in a world whitening orgasm, something resounded.

The click of a door. Just opposite the chair they were fucking on.

Monica and Luke both froze.

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