She lay on her side, facing away at first, trying to give him what little space there was. But the narrow frame left no real room for distance. Their bodies brushed almost immediately—her soft back pressing lightly against his chest, the generous curve of her hips settling against his thighs.
Luke didn't hesitate. He shifted closer, one arm sliding around her waist, then higher, wrapping across the plush fullness of her midsection. His palm flattened against the warm, yielding flesh just below her breasts. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled her back until her entire body molded against his front.
Her body was thick, decadently soft in all the places that made his pulse hammer. The generous swell of her ass nestled perfectly into the cradle of his hips, warm and heavy.
Every breath she took pressed her breasts against his forearm, the weight of them spilling slightly over his arm, nipples already faintly peaked beneath the thin fabric of her nightdress. Heat radiated from her skin in waves—rich, feminine warmth that seeped straight through her clothes.
He tightened his arm, fingers splaying wider across her stomach, feeling the gentle give of her flesh, the subtle rise and fall with each breath. His other hand found her hip, thumb tracing lazy circles over the curve there, savoring how full and plush it felt under his grip.
She didn't pull away. Instead she arched ever so slightly, pressing her backside more firmly against him—whether conscious or instinctive, he couldn't tell.
The friction sent a sharp jolt straight to his groin. His cock, already half-hard from anticipation, thickened fully now, nestling insistently against the cleft of her ass through their clothes.
But he wanted more.
He then whispered huskily, "How was the pastry, Mother?"
She slowly turned to look at him, her generous bust now against his chest.
She smiled sweetly and said, "Quite sweet and flavorful. Sorry though, I ate it all."
Luke licked his lips and said, "Well, I still can get taste." As he said those words, he leaned forward and kissed her lips.
His tongue slipped past the seam of her lips, coaxing them open with lazy insistence. The moment she parted for him in surprise, he plunged inside, tasting her fully.
Sweetness exploded across his tongue—the lingering sugar and faint floral notes of the blue rose pastry still clinging to her mouth, warm and addictive along with her sweet saliva...it just got him heated up.
He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating into her as he angled his head and licked deeper, stroking along the roof of her mouth, curling around her tongue in a slow, filthy drag.
He climbed fully on top of her, knees bracketing her thick thighs, his weight pressing her deeper into the narrow mattress. Their lips parted just enough for hot, ragged breaths to mingle between them.
"Stick your tongue out," he rasped, voice low and filthy, "and breathe through your nose."
Monica's eyes fluttered half-shut. She gave a tiny, obedient nod, then slowly extended her tongue—pink, glistening, trembling slightly as it slid past her swollen lips.
She didn't know why they were doing this but her son seemed to be enjoying it...and strangely she was feeling tingly all over too.
The sheer submissiveness of it—the way his own mother lay beneath him, offering her mouth like that—sent a dark, molten surge straight to his cock. It throbbed painfully against her soft belly, already leaking at the tip and soaking through his thin pants.
Luke groaned and dove back in.
He caught her tongue with his own, swirling around it in slow, obscene circles—licking the flat of it, sucking it into his mouth like he was trying to drink her down.
Their saliva mixed in thick, slippery strands; he pulled back just enough to let it drip between their lips before plunging in again, fucking her mouth with deep, wet strokes of his tongue. The kiss was loud, sloppy—wet smacks and soft, needy whimpers filling the quiet room.
He tilted his head, sealing their mouths tighter, swallowing every little sound she made as he devoured her.
One hand slid inside her dress, rough and impatient, until his fingers found the edge of the thin bandage she used in place of a proper bra. He hooked two fingers under it and yanked—hard.
The fabric tore with a soft rip, loosening instantly. He didn't bother being gentle; he shoved the ruined strips aside, freeing her heavy breasts in one rough motion.
They spilled out, full and pendulous, pale skin flushed pink at the tips. Her nipples were already stiff, dark and fat, begging for attention.
Luke broke the kiss just long enough to look down at them, eyes dark with hunger.
"Fuck… look at these tits, Mother," he muttered, voice thick. "So goddamn big and soft."
He palmed one roughly, squeezing the plush mound until it overflowed his hand. His thumb dragged over the pebbled nipple, circling it once, twice—then he pinched. Hard.
Monica gasped sharply, back arching off the bed, pushing her breast deeper into his grip, even though she herself didn't know why she reacted like this when her son was just trying to relax himself.
He rolled the sensitive bud between thumb and forefinger, tugging it outward until it stretched, then let it snap back.
She moaned—low, broken, shameful—and he rewarded her by doing it again, harder this time, twisting just enough to make her hips jerk beneath him.
His other hand claimed the second breast, kneading it possessively while he dipped his head and latched onto the first nipple with his mouth. He sucked hard, tongue flicking the tip in rapid, nasty little lashes before he bit down—not enough to hurt her, but enough to make her cry out.
He soothed it immediately with slow, wet laps, then sucked again, pulling the fat nipple deep into his mouth until his cheeks hollowed.
All the while his hips rocked against her, grinding his leaking cock along the seam of her thighs, smearing precum through their clothes.
Just then, she pressed her hand against his chest and said, "Luke...stop."
Luke looked up, "Hmm? Is there a matter?"
Monica shook her head and said, "I-I just...feel something I shouldn't be."
Luke grinned, "Do you enjoy it?"
Monica took a strong gulp, looking uncertain.
Luke shrugged, "Well then, let's stop here for tonight."
He has a lot of time on his hand. He was going to savor every inch of her body slowly and make her aware what true pleasure feels like.