Ginna couldn’t understand the forbidden intimacy between Luke and his mother, but she could feel it in the air every time she was around them

The way they touched and looked at each other was far too heated for a mother and son. They moved like lovers, hungry and completely lost in each other.

It wasn’t just Monica. Luke had a way of staring at certain women that set him apart from every other man. He didn’t leer constantly, but when his interest locked on, his gaze turned raw and predatory.

Right now, that dark, possessive stare was burning straight into her.

Ginna’s breath caught. She didn’t know how to react, but deep between her thighs her most feminine instincts were pulsing hard.

Her neglected sex throbbed with sudden, shameful need. Heat flooded her body, making her nipples tighten and her skin flush even though she knew she didn’t know why she was reacting like this.

What could a young, strong man like him possibly want with her dull, aging body?

She was just an older woman drifting through empty days, collecting memories before time ran out.

Yet he kept watching her like he wanted to devour her. And the most dangerous part was that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him either.

Her pulse raced, her thighs pressed together instinctively, and a slick warmth began to gather between her legs as that predatory hunger pulled her in deeper.

Luke crouched down right beside her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His voice dropped low as he murmured, "Why don’t you take your clothes off? You’ll catch a cold if you stay like this."

Ginna’s mind went blank. She couldn’t find any words, so she simply nodded, her cheeks burning

Luke’s hands moved with deliberate patience.

He hooked his fingers under the thin straps of her dress and slid them down her shoulders, letting his fingertips graze her skin.

Then he tugged the fabric lower, peeling it inch by inch over her full, heavy breasts. Her nipples stiffened instantly in the cool air, dark and protruding as the dress slipped past them.

He kept going, pulling the material down her waist, over the soft curve of her belly, and past her wide hips.

His eyes devoured every newly exposed inch of her with raw hunger.

Ginna could feel how much he was enjoying himself — the way his breath grew heavier, the way his fingers lingered on her thighs as he dragged the dress all the way down her legs.

In mere moments, she was stripped to only a single piece of fabric clinging to her sex

Her large breasts rose and fell with each nervous breath, her soft stomach trembled, and between her thick thighs, she felt hot.

Luke remained kneeling there, watching her with his eyes half lidded.

Then he removed his own vest as well, "Can’t have myself sick too or Monica would be worried." He said, and being so dazed Ginna didn’t even notice how he addressed his mother.

Her eyes were currently affixed on his tight and sculpted body.

His raging muscles, his rigid frame and the marks of battle that adorned his body like a reward of his achievements.

That...was the body of a man. A real man who has gone through experiences.

She couldn’t look away until he raised his hand and said, "Let me wipe your body first, Ginna."

She was surprised to see the dry fabric in his hand. But her throat was so heavy with unspoken words that she didn’t ask where it came from.

Luke slowly inched closer, sliding his knees between her spread thighs until the heat of his body pressed against her inner legs.

He brought the dry cloth to her face first, gently wiping the rain from her flushed cheeks and forehead.

His touch was careful, almost tender, yet his eyes burned with raw possession as he traced the cloth down along her jaw and then to her neck.

Ginna shivered as the fabric glided over her sensitive skin.

Water droplets still clung to her collarbone, and Luke chased them with slow, patient strokes, letting his knuckles brush the swell of her breasts on purpose.

Her breathing grew shallow, her pulse hammering in her throat.

He moved lower.

The cloth dragged across the top of her heavy breasts, lifting and cradling their soft, slightly saggy weight.

They were full and mature, the kind that had seen years yet still looked obscenely tempting — pale flesh spilling generously, dark nipples stiff and aching from the cool air and his hungry stare.

Luke took his time, circling each breast with the towel, letting the rough texture tease her swollen peaks until Ginna let out a soft, broken whimper.

He squeezed one breast lightly through the cloth, feeling its warmth and softness overflow his hand, thumb deliberately flicking across her nipple.

"Luke..." she breathed, voice trembling.

He didn’t stop. The cloth slid down over the gentle curve of her stomach, wiping away every bead of rainwater from her soft, womanly belly.

He traced the natural dip of her waist, then followed the wide, fertile flare of her hips, his fingers pressing just enough to feel the plush give of her body.

Every inch he dried left her skin tingling and hypersensitive.

Ginna’s thighs trembled around his knees. She was growing wetter by the second, her sex throbbing between her spread legs.

And the weird part, she couldn’t herself understand why was happening this.

The last piece of fabric — a thin, soaked strip covering her sex — was already dark with her arousal.

Luke’s gaze dropped there. His breath grew rough as he finally pressed the cloth against her mound. He wiped slowly, deliberately, dragging the fabric up and down the shape of her plump pussy lips.

The pressure teased her small clit through the wet material, making her hips jerk.

"Ah—!" Ginna gasped, her voice turning breathless. Her hands clutched at the wooden wall behind her as heat exploded between her thighs.

She could feel how soaked she was, how her juices were already leaking past the thin barrier, coating the towel as he rubbed her.

He kept stroking her there, slow and firm, drying her outer lips while deliberately pressing against her aching center.

Her body responded shamelessly — hips twitching, thighs trying to squeeze together around his hand, heavy breasts heaving with every ragged breath. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Luke’s eyes were dark, almost feral, watching every lewd reaction as he pressed the cloth harder against her dripping cunt, rubbing slow circles right over her throbbing clit until Ginna’s head fell back and a desperate, needy moan slipped from her lips.

Just when something was about to hit, he pulled back, making her whimper in need and disappointment.

However, the moment she realized what she was hoping for, her face turned beet red.

Luke smirked at the reaction before he said, "I am feeling a little cold and I just have one blanket with me."

He looked at her with a grin before asking, "Ready to share, Ginna?"

The woman took a strong gulp...though the tension in the air and between her legs didn’t even allow her to hesitate a moment before she nodded.

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A/N:- I hope you liked the Chapter.