Netori Harem: New life as a hunter and gatherer-Chapter 96: Union(2)**

The night was silent for the rest of the house but for Monica and her son, it was a night to celebrate their union.

Their lips crashed together in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding wetly against each other as they devoured one another.

Luke’s hands explored her body over the thin nighty, palms gliding up her sides and cupping her heavy breasts.

His thumbs circled her nipples slowly, feeling them stiffen and poke against the sheer fabric, sending delicious tingles racing through her.

"Luke...touch me more..." Monica moaned softly into his mouth, her body arching into his touch, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.

He kept kissing her passionately, tongues tangling as one hand squeezed and kneaded her breast while the other trailed lower, stroking her hip and thigh.

Soft whimpers escaped her lips between kisses, her breathing growing heavier. Luke pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, both of them flushed with desire.

With a gentle tug, he slipped the straps of her nighty down her shoulders, letting the fabric slide down to free her big, full breasts.

They spilled out heavily, nipples dark and erect. Luke groaned at the sight, leaning down to feast on them.

"Ahnn-" she bit her lower lip as she felt his mouth latched onto one swollen nipple, sucking it deeply while his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak. He switched to the other, licking and sucking with wet, lewd sounds, his hands cupping and lifting her soft flesh, squeezing them together as he buried his face in her ample bust.

Monica’s head fell back, moaning louder, her fingers threading through his hair to hold him against her chest. "Oh Luke... yes, baby..." she whispered breathlessly, her body trembling under his eager mouth.

His hand finally drifted lower, sliding under the bunched nighty between her thighs. His fingers brushed over her smooth, already soaked lower lips, teasing the slick folds with slow, deliberate strokes. Monica gasped, her hips twitching at the contact. He circled her swollen clit gently at first, then pressed a finger inside her tight, wet heat, pumping slowly while his thumb continued rubbing her clit.

He added a second finger, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside her as he kept sucking and licking her breasts.

Monica’s moans grew louder and more desperate, her walls clenching around his fingers. He fingered her steadily, faster now, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the room as he worked her closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes... right there... don’t stop..." she panted, grinding against his hand.

Luke pulled back, and pressed a hand on her pelvis to keep her stable.

Monica could sense that something big was coming.

Luke’s fingers, already slick with her juices, plunged deeper with renewed intensity. He curled them upward, targeting that spongy spot inside her that made her see stars, while his thumb pressed firmly against her throbbing clit.

With a low growl of hunger, he began moving his entire wrist in rough, rapid strokes—full, forceful pumps that made obscene, wet squelching sounds echo through the room with every thrust.

Monica’s eyes widened, her breath hitching into sharp, broken cries. "Ahh—! Luke— so rough—!" Her hips bucked wildly against his hand, but his palm on her pelvis pinned her down, forcing her to take every brutal plunge.

His fingers fucked her relentlessly, stretching her tight walls, scissoring and curling with aggressive precision.

Her body tensed hard, thighs quivering uncontrollably as the pressure built like a dam about to burst. The wet slapping of his hand against her soaked pussy grew louder, messier. "I’m— I’m going— oh god—!"

Luke didn’t slow down. He pounded his fingers into her faster, harder, the heel of his hand grinding against her clit with each deep thrust. "Come on, baby," he rasped in a quiet whisper, voice dark and commanding. "Let go. Squirt for me."

Monica’s back arched violently off the bed, a guttural scream tearing from her throat as the orgasm crashed through her.

Her walls clamped down like a vice around his fingers, then suddenly released in powerful, rhythmic spasms.

A hot, clear gush of fluid erupted from her, spraying forcefully around his plunging hand and soaking his wrist, the sheets, and her trembling thighs.

She kept squirting in pulsing waves, each one timed with the relentless movement of his wrist; her juices squirting out in messy arcs with every rough stroke until she was shaking, gasping, and utterly drenched.

Her vision whited out from the intensity, body convulsing as the endless orgasm ripped through her.

Luke kept fingering her through it, drawing out every last spurt until she was a whimpering, oversensitive mess, her pussy still twitching and leaking around his fingers.

"haah... that’s it," he murmured, finally slowing but not stopping, watching her with dark, satisfied eyes as she came down from the high, breathless and glistening with her own release.

Then, Luke gave his cock a light squeeze and asked, "I want to try something...but it might hurt a little."

Monica, still breathless, nodded, "Anything...for Luke..."

Luke smiled faintly and asked her to lie on her back and let her head fall down the edge.

She followed his instructions and soon, she was in the position just exactly how he wanted her to be.

Luke stood up, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at his mother lying on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed.

Her mouth was already open, lips parted invitingly, tongue slightly out like an eager little cocksleeve ready to be used.

He pushed his pants down fully, freeing his thick, throbbing cock. It sprang out heavy and veined, the swollen head already leaking precum.

"Fuck, this is hot..." He muttered.

He gave it one slow stroke, smearing the bead of precum over the tip, then stepped closer until the fat head pressed right against her soft, upside-down lips.

"Open wider, Mom," he growled, gripping the base of his cock and tapping it against her tongue a few times with wet *plap plap* sounds.

Monica moaned softly and obeyed, stretching her mouth open as much as she could. Luke didn’t ease in gently. He pushed forward in one firm thrust, sliding his thick shaft over her tongue and straight into the tight heat of her throat.

"Fuuuck— that’s it," he groaned deeply as her throat instantly convulsed around the head of his cock.

He held her head in place with both hands and started fucking her mouth with long, deliberate strokes, using her like a warm, wet pussy.

Wet, obscene *gluck-gluck-gluck* sounds filled the room immediately.

Saliva poured from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down her face and into her hair as he pumped deeper.

Each thrust forced more of his cock down her throat until her nose was pressed against his balls and her throat bulged visibly with every plunge.

Monica gagged hard, her eyes watering instantly as she choked and sputtered around his thickness. "Hrrrk—! Glk— glk— glk—!" The choking sounds were loud and messy, her throat squeezing and fluttering desperately around him, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, her hands slid down her own body, one cupping her soaked, puffy pussy while two fingers pushed inside her still-dripping hole.

She started fingering herself frantically, matching the brutal rhythm of his cock slamming into her throat.

Her muffled, choking moans vibrated around his shaft as she pumped her fingers in and out with wet, squelching sounds, her hips twitching and her juices leaking down to soak the sheets again.

Luke fucked her face harder, hips snapping forward with wet *slap slap slap* sounds as his balls smacked against her nose. Strings of thick saliva connected her lips to his cock every time he pulled back, only to drive back in even deeper, making her throat bulge obscenely.

"Shit— your throat feels so fucking good... taking it all," he grunted, voice rough with pleasure.

He held himself deep for a few seconds, feeling her throat spasm and convulse wildly around him as she choked, her face turning red, tears streaming down her temples while she desperately fingered her dripping cunt faster and faster.

He pulled back just enough for her to gasp a desperate, gurgling breath around his cock before plunging back in, using her mouth-pussy with rough, selfish strokes, chasing his own pleasure while she drowned in saliva and her own arousal.

Her fingers made lewd, sloppy sounds between her spread thighs as she edged herself again, choking and moaning around the thick cock ravaging her throat.

Just when he felt like cumming, he stopped..he knew it would be too much for her.

He then helped her up and asked, "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head, "I...It felt different...but not bad..." A roughly breathing Monica responded with a smile.

Luke helplessly smiled...she was so sweet and accepting every time that he feels he would grow only selfish around her.

Lying on the bed, he asked her, "Go on and use me, mother. Take me however you want this time."

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.