Netori Harem: New life as a hunter and gatherer-Chapter 84: Behind his back(1)**

The night was deathly quiet, save for the distant, rhythmic buzzing of insects outside the thin walls.

The room lay swallowed in absolute blackness, thick and heavy like velvet. Yet if Gustav had been truly listening instead of drifting in sleep, he might have caught the faint, desperate sounds: the shaky hitch in Monica’s breathing, the tiny, wet clicks of lips, and the soft rustle of fabric that betrayed what was happening just inches from him.

Monica’s body was burning. She lay on her side now, facing away from her son, her heart slamming against her ribs so hard she feared it might wake the man sleeping beside her.

Luke’s hands were everywhere, sliding greedily over the curves of her waist, her hips, pulling her even closer until her full, soft ass were pressed against his pelvis.

Every slow caress made her skin tingle and her pussy throb with fresh, slick need.

She kept stealing frantic glances toward Gustav. His breathing remained steady and deep, but the terror of him waking sent sharp, illicit thrills racing through her veins.

"Don’t worry," Luke whispered hotly against her ear, his voice low and rough with lust. "He won’t see us. He won’t know how badly his mate needs her son’s cock tonight."

Before she could respond, he urged her gently with his hand on her hip.

Monica shifted carefully, turning fully toward him on the narrow bed. Their faces were so close she could feel the heat of his breath on her lips. In the darkness she could just make out the hungry gleam in Luke’s eyes and the wicked little smirk curling his mouth.

She opened her lips to whisper a warning, but Luke didn’t give her the chance.

He leaned in and claimed her mouth in a slow, filthy kiss.

It started deep and wet from the very first second. His lips were hot and demanding, pressing firmly against hers before his tongue pushed inside, sliding sensually along her own.

He kissed her like he owned her, like he had been starving for the taste of his mother’s mouth for days.

Fuck, she tasted the best.

The kiss was sloppy and lewd: tongues tangling, lips sucking, soft wet smacking sounds filling the tiny space between them.

Luke tilted his head and licked deeper, exploring every corner of her mouth, sucking on her tongue with obscene hunger while one hand cradled the back of her head to keep her locked in place.

Monica’s eyes fluttered. A helpless little whimper tried to escape her throat, but she caught it just in time, turning it into a trembling breath against his lips.

The kiss was so good it made her head spin. Her pussy clenched hard, leaking more slick into her already soaked panties.

While his mouth devoured hers, Luke’s other hand slipped boldly beneath the hem of her thin nightdress.

"Amm..." she nearly moaned how good it felt.

His palm glided up the smooth skin of her stomach, then higher, until his fingers closed around one heavy, aching breast.

He squeezed the soft flesh greedily, kneading it in slow, possessive circles, feeling the weight and warmth of his mother’s tit fill his hand.

Monica arched into his touch despite herself, her nipple already stiff and sensitive.

Luke’s thumb found the hardened peak and began to flick it lazily, brushing back and forth with maddening slowness, then pinching it lightly between his fingers and rolling it.

He tugged gently, then flicked again, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight down to her dripping cunt.

She broke the kiss for a split second, gasping sharply. "Luke..." It came out as a barely audible, broken whisper.

He silenced her immediately with another deep, passionate kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth in time with the way he pinched and twisted her nipple.

His palm kept massaging her breast, squeezing harder now, molding the supple flesh while his fingers kept tormenting the sensitive bud, flicking, circling, and tugging until her whole body trembled.

Monica was losing control. Tiny, desperate sounds kept trying to spill from her: soft, wet moans that she fought desperately to swallow. Her thighs rubbed together in hunger.

She pressed her lips tighter against his, kissing him back with equal hunger to muffle herself, but every flick of his thumb over her swollen nipple made her hips twitch and her thighs squeeze together.

Her pussy was throbbing painfully now, aching to be touched, aching to be filled by the thick cock she could feel pressing hot and hard against her belly.

She kept glancing frantically toward Gustav between kisses, terrified that any second he might open his eyes and see his mate being intimate with her own son right beside him.

The fear only made everything hotter. Her heart raced wildly. Her nipples ached deliciously under Luke’s relentless, slow teasing.

Every wet slide of his tongue and every pinch of her sensitive peaks pushed her closer to the edge of making a sound she couldn’t take back.

Luke pulled back just enough to let their lips brush, a thin string of saliva connecting them in the dark.

"Shhh... be quiet for me, Mom," he breathed, voice thick with arousal as his fingers continued their lazy torment on her breast, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger with expert, filthy precision. "Or fatber might wake up and see how wet his mate gets when her son plays with her tits."

Monica bit her lip hard, another stifled whimper dying in her throat as a fresh gush of slick soaked her panties along with the guilt.

She was trembling, burning, caught between terror and overwhelming lust while her son continued kissing her slowly, deeply, and playing with her breasts like he had all the time in the world.

Then his hand began to travel lower.

It slipped down her trembling stomach, fingers tracing the soft skin until they reached the hem of her nightdress again.

He pushed the fabric up slowly, bunching it around her hips. His palm brushed over the front of her soaked panties, feeling the unmistakable heat and wetness there.

Monica’s breath hitched sharply against his lips as his fingers pressed firmly against her mound, rubbing the drenched fabric right over her swollen clit.

She was dripping. The thin fabric was completely saturated, clinging obscenely to her puffy folds.

Luke broke the kiss just enough to whisper against her mouth, his voice low and rough. "Spread your legs for me, Mom. Let me feel how wet your cunt is for your son."

Monica’s heart pounded so hard she could barely think. She hesitated for half a second, glancing once more at Gustav’s sleeping form.

Then, with a shaky breath, she obeyed. Her thighs parted slowly, carefully, the movement subtle under the blanket. Luke’s hand immediately slid between her legs, fingers hooking into the side of her panties and pulling the soaked fabric aside.

His fingertips brushed over her slick, bare pussy lips, parting them gently. She was burning hot and slippery, her folds swollen and coated in thick, warm arousal.

Luke groaned softly into her mouth as he explored her, sliding two fingers up and down her slit, gathering her wetness before circling her aching clit with slow, teasing strokes.

Monica’s hips twitched involuntarily. A tiny, desperate sound almost escaped her, but she bit it back, turning it into a trembling exhale against his lips.

Then Luke pushed one thick finger inside her.

Her inner walls clenched hard around the intrusion, hot and silky and soaking.

He sank it in slowly, all the way to the knuckle, feeling her tight cunt flutter and grip him. He curled the finger gently, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while his thumb continued to rub lazy circles over her clit.

Monica’s eyes fluttered shut, nails digging into his shoulder. Her breathing was ragged and shallow.

She was so close to moaning out loud that she had to press her face into Luke’s chest to muffle herself, her body trembling with the effort of staying silent.

Luke added a second finger, stretching her open, pumping them in and out with slow, deliberate thrusts. The wet, lewd sounds of his fingers sliding through her slick folds were faint but unmistakable in the quiet room — soft, squelching noises that made her cheeks burn with shame and arousal.

Suddenly, Gustav’s sleepy voice broke the silence, low and groggy, his eyes still closed.

"Monica... why are you stirring around?"

Monica froze, her entire body going rigid. Luke’s fingers were still buried deep inside her cunt, slowly pumping in and out, his thumb never stopping its gentle circles on her clit.

Luke didn’t miss a beat. He pulled his mouth away from hers just enough to answer calmly, his voice perfectly normal and steady, as if he weren’t knuckle-deep in his own mother’s dripping pussy.

"Yeah, it’s a bit tight over here. We’ll adjust it in a second."

His fingers never stopped moving. He curled them again, pressing firmly against that spongy spot inside her while his thumb flicked her clit a little faster.

Monica’s walls clenched violently around his digits, a fresh gush of slick coating his hand as terror and pleasure crashed through her at the same time.

Gustav grunted softly in response, shifting slightly under the blanket but not opening his eyes. "Alright... thanks."

The moment Gustav’s breathing evened out again, and he turned,Luke leaned forward and said, "Time for some real fun, mother~"