Alex stepped out of Elena's office, the freshly cut apartment key spinning lazily around his index finger. The metal felt cool and solid—real, tangible proof of the new chapter he was about to start. He pocketed it with a satisfied smirk.
The viewing had gone smoother than expected: paperwork signed, cash accepted, keys handed over without a single hitch. Three dupes sat heavy in his pocket alongside the main key—four total. More than enough for the girls he planned to bring in.
He nowhere to go at the moment, morning classes are over, house is empty. So he started walking toward Mary's store, mind turning over logistics. How would he convince them to move in.
Liza's voice purred immediately, sensing his hesitation.
'Why the long face, handsome?~ You've got the perfect den now. Just tell them you're looking for roommates to split rent. They'll jump at it. Mary's been struggling, Ash wants to help her mom. They'll see it as a win-win. You pay most, they pay a little—easy to accept.'
Alex's brow furrowed slightly. "Still looks suspicious. College kid with a part-time job at a failing store suddenly renting a nice three-bedroom? They'll ask questions."
Liza laughed, low and filthy. 'Just say you had savings. And hey—you literally made the landlord cream herself twice just from touching her hand. You "know" her well enough to get a good deal~'
He snorted softly. Reasonable. Elena's hidden arousal had practically screamed yes when he'd brushed her fingers. She'd signed off on cash without blinking after that little moan slipped out. Liza was right—the story held.
But another worry gnawed at him.
"I can't leave Mom living alone," he said quietly. "She already works all day, sometimes nights, just to keep the bills paid and loans from drowning her. I grew up with just her—no dad, no relatives, no one. Only memory of family is that her old friend I called 'auntie' when I was a kid. She's been carrying everything alone for years."
Liza's tone softened a bit. 'When was the last time you actually saw her awake, handsome? You come home, she's already asleep. She leaves before you wake up. She's doing fine on her own… but you can do better to lift her burden. Pay off her debts. Cover the bills. Let me absorb more lust and I'll make more money—way more than last time. You're already responsible for the increase. Keep feeding me, and I'll keep you loaded.'
Alex exhaled slowly. She wasn't wrong. Liza's "gifts" had grown steadily. Enough for rent money, and more. He could earn even more, if he kept the harem growing, kept the lust flowing, he could erase his mom's burdens completely.
The familiar faded sign of Mary's store came into view.
Mary was outside wiping the glass window with a cleaning cloth. The moment she saw him, her face lit up like sunrise—golden eyes sparkling, full lips curving into a radiant smile. She dropped the rag onto the ledge and hurried over as he entered the store, apron fluttering.
"Alex!"
She threw her arms around him without hesitation, pressing her soft, mature body tight against his. Her cheek rested on his chest, huge tits squashing plush and warm against him—soft, heavy milkers flattening obscenely against his ribs, nipples stiffening noticeably through her thin work shirt as they dragged across his chest with the force of her hug.
Her arms squeezed with surprising strength for someone so gentle, fingers digging into his back like she needed to anchor herself to him. Vanilla scent mixed with faint sweat from work enveloped him—comforting, familiar, and instantly arousing.
Her wide hips pressed forward instinctively, thick thighs brushing his, big fat ass jiggling slightly as she rocked up onto her toes to hold him tighter.
He returned the hug, one hand settling on her lower back, the other stroking her ponytail gently. She held on longer than usual, face buried against his shirt, breathing him in deeply like she needed the contact to steady herself. Her massive breasts heaved with each breath, nipples scraping teasingly against him through fabric, her whole body molding to his like she was trying to fuse with him.
She also became more comfortable and affectionate with him. Like the rest of the girls too. But for some reason she was happier than the usual.
When she finally pulled back, her golden eyes were shining with pure happiness and cheeks flushed, smile so wide it crinkled the corners of her eyes. She kept her hands on his arms, thumbs stroking slow circles over his biceps as if reluctant to let go completely.
It felt like a very warm hug that both needed, and especially her. Her lips twitched as she wanted to speak, but couldn't form words properly.
"I'm so glad you're here" she said softly, voice trembling just a little with emotion. "Everything's getting better. Ash is smiling more, talking more… she even helped me close last night without me asking. And now I have you around. It feels like… like things are finally turning right."
Alex caressed her cheek with his thumb, smiling down at her. "I'm happy to have you too."
Her blush deepened, eyes dropping shyly for a second. She bit her lower lip, fingers flexing against his arms. Then her hand moved slowly to rest on her lower belly—gentle, protective. She looked down at the spot, while caressing her hand gently over her belly, voice barely above a whisper.
"I think… I might be pregnant."
Alex froze. His eyes widened, mouth parting slightly. He thought his powerful ears were failing him.
"Huh?"
But Mary's smile turned soft, dreamy, fingers stroking small circles over her stomach. Her genuine happy and warm expression told that she wasn't joking and it wasn't a prank.
She looked up at him, golden eyes shimmering with joy and a touch of nervousness.
"We did it many times already… so I'm excited. I really am."
Alex stared at her, mind racing. Pregnant. Mary—his sweet, struggling, motherly woman—was carrying his child. That was impossible, or not?
The weight of it hit him all at once. Was he even ready to be a dad?
"Huhh?"