Netori Harem: New life as a hunter and gatherer-Chapter 28: Mate just for a night-2

Luke wanted to wait. It has been just three days since he opened his eyes in the world.

He wanted to take things slow with his mother at least because if there was someone who genuinely cares about him in this family without expecting anything in return, then it was her.

However, how could he control his raging hormones when a woman this hot has her legs spread wide, pussy a sloppy mess and a needy hole asking for his attention?

No, it was impossible even for him. As such,

"Ahh!" She moaned, her back arched as she gripped the sheets while he fucked her from behind.

She tried so hard to stay quiet.

Every time he pulled back, her swollen pussy clung to him, reluctant to let go, only to be filled again with a punishing snap that sent her breasts swaying beneath her and her fingers twisting harder into the sheets.

She reached back blindly, palm pressing against his lower stomach, not to push him away but to brace herself, to feel how hard and relentless he was being.

"Luke..." She whimpered, her eyes moist with pleasure, cheeks flushed, "Slow...they will hear..."

Luke leaned down, chest molding to her sweat-damp back, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Then stop clenching like that, Mom," he murmured, low and dark. "Every time you squeeze me I wanna fuck you harder...want to break you."

He proved it by grinding in a slow, filthy circle, stirring her insides until her thighs shook and a fresh trickle of arousal slid down the inside of one leg. She bit the pillow harder, a strangled whimper leaking out anyway.

He pulled almost all the way out—only the fat head remaining—then slammed back in with enough force that her whole body rocked forward. The wet smack echoed louder than either of them wanted. Her ass jiggled with the impact, soft flesh rippling under his grip.

She was dripping everywhere now—down her thighs, onto the sheet beneath her knees, coating his shaft so every thrust made a slick, filthy noise that seemed to bounce off the walls.

He shifted his angle just enough that the underside of his cock dragged over that swollen ridge inside her with every pass. Her back bowed sharply. Her muffled moan turned into a frantic, bitten-off sob.

In that moment, nothing came to her mind. What her family would think, what her mate would think.

Her mind was completely focused on his thick manhood and the way he explored her. This was nothing like what she had experienced before

"Ngggh...I am...ah..." She was close again—already.

Her walls started fluttering, erratic little pulses that made his own rhythm falter for a second. He gripped her hips harder, fingers digging into the plush give of her flesh, and fucked her with short, brutal strokes—keeping himself buried deep, hips snapping against her ass in a fast, punishing rhythm.

He reached under her, fingers finding her clit—swollen, slippery, throbbing—and rubbed tight, firm circles while he kept pounding into her from behind.

Her whole body locked up.

She shoved her face deeper into the pillow, both hands now clutching it like a lifeline as her orgasm hit like a freight train. Her cunt clamped down hard, spasming violently around his cock, rippling waves that tried to pull him in deeper.

Then suddenly, with one long thrust he was pushed out of her baby hole. A gush of wet heat soaked them both; she trembled so badly her knees nearly gave out.

She came silently this time—only the smallest, choked keens escaping the fabric, body shaking like she was being electrocuted.

Luke grinned, tapping his fingers against her trembling cunt, "Ohho...you surely were pent up, dear mother."

Monica’s hips gave one last jolt before she felt her hips being grabbed and she was lifting by her son.

"Mm...ah?" She was surprised as she found herself lying on her back this time, watching his handsome face.

"Oh, we aren’t done yet."

Monica whimpered, "B-But...we have done so many times already...even giving birth to Laila didn’t take me this many attempts."

Luke chuckled, "Didn’t I say it? What we are doing isn’t producing a child but having fun. I mean, you clearly had quite fun, didn’t you?"

Monica blushed and moved her face away.

Truthfully, she still couldn’t understand this feeling. She has never experienced anything like this before. However, this didn’t feel bad. Her body...it feels, she is on fire and every time she reaches the peak of pleasure, her mind explodes, everything turns white. And that...sensation...that feeling was intoxicating.

Luke climbed on top of her, his arms bracketing her and his cock already lined against her puckering hole as he said, "Now, let me have some of it too."

As those words left his lips, he entered his mother once again.

The familiar warmth wrapped around his cock like s tight sleeve.

Luke slid in slow this time—deliberately, inch by thick inch—watching Monica’s eyes flutter and her lips part on a shaky inhale. The moonlight painted faint silver streaks across her flushed cheeks, her heavy breasts rising and falling with every careful breath.

He lowered his mouth to hers without a word.

The kiss started soft, almost tender—lips brushing, tasting the salt of her earlier tears and the faint sweetness still clinging to her tongue from the honey she’d sucked on before bed.

Then he tilted his head, deepened it, tongue sliding past her teeth to curl around hers in a slow, filthy dance. He sucked on the soft muscle, drew it into his own mouth, let her taste herself on him from earlier when he’d licked her clean between rounds.

Monica moaned quietly into his mouth, the sound vibrating between them. Her hands came up instinctively, fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to make him growl against her lips.

He rocked into her with the same lazy rhythm as the kiss—long, deep glides that let her feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of his cock stretching her sore, sensitive walls. Her cunt fluttered weakly around him, still tender from the last orgasm but greedy all the same, slick and hot and clinging.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he murmured into her mouth, voice rough. "Even after all that... still sucking me in like you can’t get enough."

She whimpered, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to pull him deeper. The new angle made him grind right against that swollen spot inside her every time he bottomed out. Her nails scraped lightly down his shoulders.

Luke broke the kiss just long enough to drag his open mouth along her jaw, down the side of her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below her ear.

Then he snapped his hips—hard.

The slow grind turned brutal in an instant.

He drove into her with punishing force, hips slamming down, cock spearing deep enough that she felt it in her stomach. The wet slap of their bodies meeting filled the dark room again—louder now, faster, more obscene.

Her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust; he caught one in his rough palm, squeezing hard, thumb flicking over the stiff peak while he fucked her into the mattress.

Monica’s hands flew to his back, nails raking red lines down his skin. She tried to muffle herself against his shoulder, biting down on the muscle there as another choked cry tore out of her.

Luke shifted his weight, planting one knee higher so he could crush her completely beneath him—chest to chest, hips locked tight, no room for her to escape even if she wanted to. He pounded into her like he was trying to carve himself into her body,

"Fuck—take it," he growled low, lips brushing her ear. "Take every fucking inch, Mom. You were made for this cock."

Her cunt spasmed hard at the words, walls clamping down like a vice. She was close again—too soon, too sensitive—but the relentless pressure on her clit, the sheer filthy fullness of him splitting her open—it was too much.

Her thighs started shaking uncontrollably around his waist.

Luke felt it—the telltale ripple, the sudden gush of fresh slick coating his shaft—and he drove even harder, hips snapping with short, brutal strokes that kept him buried to the root.

"Come again," he ordered against her mouth, stealing another messy, tongue-heavy kiss. "Come on my cock while I fill you up."

That did it.

Monica’s whole body seized. Her back bowed off the bed, pressing her breasts harder against his chest as her orgasm ripped through her—silent this time except for the sharp, strangled whine she buried against his throat. Her cunt convulsed violently, milking him in frantic pulses, gushing so hard it soaked his balls and dripped down onto the sheets.

Luke groaned—low, guttural—feeling her clamp down like she wanted to keep him there forever.

He couldn’t hold back anymore.

Three more punishing thrusts—deep, grinding, aggressive—and he buried himself as far as he could go. His cock throbbed, swelled, and then he came with a choked curse against her neck.

Hot, thick spurts flooded her, painting her walls, overflowing around his shaft as he kept grinding through it, forcing every last drop deep inside her trembling cunt. Pulse after pulse until he was shaking too, hips jerking erratically while he emptied himself completely.

He has finally claimed the first love of his life.