"Why the hell are you so squirmy then?" Mark breathed, the words tickling my ear. I felt a flash of heat spark between my legs. Not again. I tried to subtly reach between my legs and shift the toy. I waited for both boys to go back to watching the movie, then slipped a hand beneath my clothes. The toy was sticking out slightly, so I grasped it and tried to pull. My finger hit a button and the toy came to life. It was pure coincidence a scary part made Jess squeal the same time I jumped. The boys laughed, making fun of us for not seeing it coming, but all I could focus on was the now moving toy between my legs. I tried to be still. It wasn't vibrating, but the head was moving inside of me.
"Hey, Lou? It's not so scary anymore so could you please chill with the death grip?" I gasped as I realized I was squeezing Luke's thigh.
"I-I'm sorry." I whispered, putting my hands in my lap. I could only take about five more minutes of the toy before I felt the familiar build of an orgasm. I whimpered softly, trying to shift once again.
"Seriously, ma. Chill with the moving around." Mark complained. My breathing quickened and I hoped they would attribute it to fear. I glanced at Jess in hopes of getting her attention only to sag in defeat. She had fallen asleep. I shook involuntarily, all of my effort going towards keeping still. I nearly shot to my feet when I felt a hand on my thigh. It was Luke. I glanced at him from the side, but he wasn't looking at me. I placed a hand on his, trying to push it away, but he only gripped my thigh tighter. What was he doing? His fingers slipped lower, creeping towards my inner thigh. I squeezed his hand harder, trying to stop his descent. My eyes widened in real fear as his pinky brushed between my legs. What the hell was he doing? Mark was right there. I was his best friend's mother. Sometimes I even considered Luke as a second son. Why-
"Mmf." Luke's fingers brushed against the toy through my thin pj pants, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I saw his eyebrows raise, but his gaze was still on the screen. Mark didn't seem to notice what was happening, so once again I tried to peel Luke's hand away from between my legs. Under the blanket, he pressed more firmly and I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. Just when I was going to say something to him, his hand disappeared. I let out a breath of relief.
"Hey," I jumped as Mark spoke up. "I gotta pee, can you pause for me, man?"
"Sure thing." Luke leaned over Jess to grab the remote and hit pause. He waited for Mark to leave, then reached around to pull me closer to him. "What the hell are you thinking, Lou?" He groaned into my ear. I couldn't help the shiver that ran through me.
"I panicked." He blinked, then laughed softly.
"That's what you were whispering about. Why'd you turn it on?"
"I was trying to make it less uncomfortable." I covered my face with my hands, completely mortified. Luke didn't say anything for a moment and then I felt his hand return. "What are you doing?" I whisper screamed. His eyes were half lidded, his arousal apparent.
"Helping." This time, his fingers dipped inside my clothes and he gripped the base of the toy. I stared at him, my eyes wide as I silently pleaded with him to stop. He pulled the toy out a couple inches, my teeth pressed to my lower lip to keep quiet. Just when I thought he would pull it out, he shoved it back inside. I let out a puff of air, my fingers clenched onto the seat cushion. I should make him stop. I need to make him stop... My knees parted shamefully as Luke sped up the thrusting. Maybe it was because I had been so close before. Maybe it was because I was on the edge now. Maybe it was because I was a pervert. It just felt so good. I could hear myself now, the wet sloshing as the toy slid in and out. I had turned my head into Luke's shoulder to muffle the sounds slipping from my mouth. I was so close. My butt raised off the couch to meet Luke's hand, my hips thrusting in time to his movements. And then he stopped. I let out a frustrated exhale and glared at him. He laughed softly, then jerked his chin to the stairs. I turned to see Mark making his way down. Shit. What was I doing? I needed to get a hold of myself. This was my son's best friend. I tried to stand and excuse myself, but my legs gave out and I ended up in Luke's lap. The toy pressed deeper, the little rabbit firm against my now swollen clit. It didn't help that I could feel Luke's hardness against my butt.
"Since when did we sit on each other's laps?" Mark questioned, his brows furrowed. I opened my mouth to defend myself but Luke beat me to it.
"Since we need to make room for your giant self. Your mom said she felt cramped, hence the wriggling." I shot Luke a glare that was lost on him. Whether it was pure luck or lack of observation, Mark shrugged and leaned across us for the remote. My face heated as his arm brushed across my hardened nipples, but he simply hit play and resumed watching. Luke slipped his hand between my legs once again. I pinched his thigh in protest, but he ignored me. His fingers twisted the toy inside, then pressed a button. I didn't know if he was timing his torture, but I squeaked just as the killer jumped into frame. Mark chuckled at me, his eyes on the screen. I couldn't help but shake as the now vibrating toy plunged deeper as he pressed against it.
"Come on, ma, it's not that scary. You're shaking the whole couch." I swallowed, my thighs clenching. I couldn't take this teasing much longer. The orgasm was building quickly, and I could feel my juices dripping between my ass. I prayed there was another scary part as I turned my head into Luke's neck and bit down to muffle my moans. He flinched, but as the orgasm rolled through me and my legs shook, he didn't say anything. Carefully, he turned the toy off and stroked my now throbbing clit. My brain was foggy with post orgasm bliss. I felt his dick twitch against my butt and couldn't stop myself from grinding on it. It wasn't enough. My pussy was still on fire, begging for something else. Something more. It pulsed around the toy as I panted softly against Luke's neck. I need to get up, my brain rationalized. But my body ground against him once more. Luke slipped his hand from inside my pants to my hip and squeezed.
"We need to stop." He whispered, his voice strained. I blinked rapidly, clearing the arousal from the forefront of my brain. What the fuck was wrong with me? I stood, using every ounce of strength to keep my legs straight.
"I'm not feeling well. I'm going to head to bed. Goodnight, boys."
"'Night, ma."
"'Night, Lou." I glanced at Luke, then fled to my room.
