AI Sent Me a Man, Son Called Mom

Chapter 3

The sound of Kevin's voice sent a jolt shooting through my entire body. My frame, already reeling from arousal, trembled even harder.

But the man in front of me didn't seem to care one bit about the noise outside the door. Instead of stopping, he doubled down on his movements against me. His slow, deliberate touches paired with low, teasing flicks and presses drove me so wild I could barely hold back the sounds bubbling up in my throat.

I fumbled for words for a split second before forcing out, "It's nothing, sweetie. Mom was just...testing out a new phone, that's all. The volume's turned up a little too loud. Don't worry about me."

I bit down on my lower lip so hard I almost drew blood, fighting to steady my ragged, stuttering breaths. My voice shook so badly I barely recognized it.

"Then keep it down, okay? I heard something heavy thudding against the wall just now," Kevin called back through the door. His footsteps didn't move away. He was still lingering, suspicious.

My blood turned to ice. Cold sweat broke out all over my body. Right then, the man's big hand slipped up the hem of my nightgown. His calloused fingertips rubbed slow, teasing circles against the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh.

I threw my head back. My mind went completely blank as his scorching hot body pressed tight against mine. That thick, heady masculine scent clouded my senses entirely.

"Mom, want me to come in and help you set up that new app? You've been fumbling with it for forever," Kevin said as he rapped two sharp knocks against the door again.

"No, no need! I got it, I swear..."

The man suddenly hoisted me up off the floor. I was half dangling in the air, my legs locking tight around his thick waist automatically, clinging to him for balance.

His large hands clamped down on my ass, squeezing and kneading hard even though he didn't go any further. I could barely muffle the sounds bubbling up my throat.

"Mom? Why are you breathing so hard?" Kevin asked, his voice laced with confusion through the door.

"I'm practicing that breathing exercise I found on my phone. They say it's...it's good for my health," I stammered out. My voice was so wobbly I barely recognized it.

My eyes were squeezed shut. The lie spilled out of me before I could even think it through.

Talking to my son while this man toyed with me was shamefully humiliating. But underneath all that embarrassment, a thrill I had never felt before coiled hot and sharp in my gut.

His hands drifted back to my ass, teasing and stroking slowly, softly.

I summoned every last scrap of strength I had and forced my voice to come out as sharp and even as I could manage. "Alright, go to bed now. You have to get up early tomorrow."

Finally, I heard Kevin's footsteps fading away down the hallway.

The second the sound vanished completely, every taut nerve in my body unclenched at once. I went limp, melting into the man's arms. He let out a low, wicked chuckle, spread my legs apart again, and hauled me right up against him.

I pressed myself to his warm, solid frame, starved for the touch I had gone without for so long. Every inch of me screamed for more.

He didn't keep me waiting. His fingers dug into my narrow waist, and he thrust hard upward with a low, guttural groan...