Netori Harem: New life as a hunter and gatherer-Chapter 50: Breaking her

*PAH**PAH* *PAH*

The wet, rhythmic slap of skin meeting skin echoing in the otherwise silent room.

Monica straddled Luke, her thick thighs trembling as she rolled her hips down onto him in perfect, hungry sync.

One hand braced flat against his chest, nails lightly digging in for balance, while her other palm pressed to her own breast, squeezing as she rode.

Luke’s toes curled against the sheets, heels digging into the mattress so he could thrust upward harder, slamming his cock deeper into her slick heat with every desperate snap of his hips.

Her big, soft ass rippled wildly with each strike, the flesh jiggling and bouncing in hypnotic waves.

Sweat glistened along the curve of her spine, trickling down to the dimples above her cheeks. She was so full of him—stuffed completely—and the stretch made her gasp, ecstatic and hungry for more.

"Ohhh... Luke..." she moaned, voice trembling, almost begging. "Deeper... please... just like that..."

Her walls fluttered around him, gripping tight, and then she shattered.

A long, broken whimper spilled from her lips as her whole body seized.

Her pussy clenched down hard, pulsing, milking him in frantic little spasms.

She came so intensely that her slick suddenly gushed, forcing his thick length to slip free with a wet *pop*.

A shiny string of her arousal stretched between them for a heartbeat, her hips shaking.

Luke groaned low in his throat. His palm cracked down on one plump cheek—leaving a bright pink handprint that made her ass jiggle again.

Monica cried out softly, a needy little sound, arching her back to offer herself even more.

"Please..." she breathed, voice shaking with want. "Luke...ah..."

He didn’t make her wait. Gripping both generous cheeks, he spread her wide and fed his cock back into her dripping cunt in one slow, deliberate slide.

The moment her swollen lips swallowed him whole again, they both moaned—hers sweet and pleading, his rough and starved.

Then he fucked her harder.

*Thwack-thwack-thwack.*

Relentless now. The bed creaked under them. Her ass clapped against his pelvis with every punishing thrust, the obscene wet squelch of her soaked pussy filling the quiet room alongside their gasps and moans.

Monica’s fingers scrabbled at his chest, her head tipped back, mouth open in a constant stream of breathy, helpless sounds.

"Luke... ohhh... yes... don’t stop... please don’t stop..." she begged, voice cracking sweetly. "It’s so good... you’re so deep... I can feel you everywhere..."

He spanked her again—once, twice—each smack making her clench tighter around him, her big motherly buns trembling under his palms. Her thighs shook violently.

Another orgasm was already building, fast and a big one, her pleas turning into long, keening whimpers.

The room drowned in their filthy symphony: the wet slap of flesh, the slick glide of his cock plunging in and out, her soft, desperate moans, and the low growls rumbling in Luke’s chest as he chased his own edge inside her pulsing heat.

His hands clamped down harder on Monica’s plush ass, fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh until it spilled between his knuckles.

He spread her wide, holding her exactly where he wanted her, her body hovering just above him—weightless, open, completely at his mercy.

Then he took over.

His hips snapped up with brutal, piston-like power, driving his cock into her over and over in long, punishing strokes.

No more gentle rolling from her. No more shared rhythm. Just him fucking up into her dripping cunt with raw, athletic strength, each thrust lifting her entire lower body a few inches off the bed before slamming her back down onto his length.

*Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah.*

The sound turned frantic, wetter, louder—the unmistakable smack of his balls slapping against her soaked folds, the filthy squelch of her pussy swallowing him to the root every single time.

"Luke-Luke-Luke! Ahhh!"

Her big ass jiggled wildly in his grip, cheeks rippling and bouncing with every forceful collision.

Sweat flew from their bodies. The headside of the bed thudded against the wall in time with his relentless pace.

Monica’s moans spilled out in sweet, broken waves. "Ohhh... Luke... ohhh... it’s so much... you’re so strong... please... keep going..." Her voice trembled, high and pleading, fingers clawing at his shoulders as her body rocked helplessly atop him.

He growled low, teeth gritted, hips never slowing. "You feel that?" he rasped. "Every inch... taking all of me... fuck, you’re so tight when you’re this close..."

He angled his thrusts sharper, grinding the thick head of his cock against that swollen spot inside her that made her whole body jerk.

Her thighs quivered uncontrollably around his waist. Her pussy fluttered and clenched, gripping him like a fist, slick gushing down his shaft and soaking his balls with every deep plunge.

She was close—dangerously close—and he could feel it in the way her walls started to spasm, the way her sweet moans turned into long, desperate whimpers.

"Luke... I’m... I’m gonna... oh please... don’t stop... I need to cum... please let me cum on you..."

He answered by slamming up even harder, faster, holding her ass so tight she couldn’t move an inch—only take what he gave her. The bed groaned under the force. Her breasts bounced wildly with each impact, nipples hard and dark against her flushed skin.

Then it hit her.

Monica’s back arched violently, head thrown back, mouth falling open in a silent scream that quickly became a long, trembling cry. "Ohhhh... Luke... yes... yes...!"

She has long forgotten that she had to keep it a secret...secret that she was betraying her mate and getting wrecked by her own son!

Her pussy clamped down like a vice, convulsing in fierce, rhythmic pulses that milked him mercilessly.

Hot, wet floods of her release coated his cock, dripping down his thighs, soaking the sheets beneath them.

She shook all over, thighs trembling, ass quivering in his hands as wave after wave ripped through her.

The sight—her beautiful, wrecked body shuddering on top of him, her sweet face twisted in ecstasy—snapped the last thread of his control.

Luke’s hips stuttered, thrusts turning erratic, brutal. A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest. "Fuck... Mom... I’m cumming... take it all..."

He buried himself to the hilt one final time and exploded inside her.

Thick, hot ropes of cum pulsed deep, flooding her pulsing cunt, mixing with her own slick release.

His cock throbbed hard with each spurt, hips jerking involuntarily as he pumped everything he had into her greedy heat.

Monica whimpered softly at the feel of him filling her, her walls fluttering around him, drawing out every last drop.

They stayed locked together like that for long seconds—his hands still gripping her trembling butt, her body draped over his, both of them panting, slick with sweat and cum, the room thick with the heavy, musky scent of their release.

Finally, Monica let out a shaky, blissful sigh, collapsing forward onto his chest. "Luke..." she whispered, voice soft and wrecked. "That was... so perfect..."

He pressed a slow, sweet kiss to her damp temple, still buried deep inside her, feeling the lazy aftershocks ripple through them both.

Then, in a soft whisper, he asked her, "Mom...would you mind cleaning me up a little?"

Monica slowly opened her eyes, her cheeks warmed before she nodded and slowly released herself from him.

The night was young and Luke was still too hungry too stop.

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A/N:- I took inspiration from a video to write this scene. Damn, thanks for reading.