Chapter 2458 - MS 7

"Okay, I'll be back," I said, slipping out the door quick, closing it behind me.

Tiffany's sigh followed me—already rummaging for the next bikini.

Brittany stood in the hall, arms crossed, pretending innocence—but her eyes were hungry, thighs pressed together.

"Your turn?" I asked low, grinning.

She nodded fast, grabbing my hand, pulling me toward her room—door clicking shut behind us.

"Why did you disturb me and your mom?" I asked, voice rough, stepping close enough to tower over her.

"She was taking too long," she said, pouting a little, but I knew what she really meant—jealous, possessive, wanting me all to herself.

"Okay," I said, smirking. "Let's choose for you."

She opened her drawer quick, rummaging through a pile of swimsuits, pulling out a one-piece first—modest, cute.

I laughed. "You should wear this one. It's the most... less skin-revealing."

She pouted harder, tossing it aside. "No. I want the tiniest one possible."

This girl was in heat—pure fire. She probably got off on the idea of men staring, getting hard looking at her boobs and ass.

No wonder—her body was Tiffany but younger, tighter, everything firmer and perkier. I knew firsthand how thoroughly enjoyable it was.

"You want men to stare at you and get hard?" I asked low, stepping behind her as she bent over the drawer.

"Yeah," she whispered, voice breathy, ass pushing back subtle against me. "I'd love that."

I grabbed her ass cheek over the shorts—hard, possessive—and slapped it sharp, watching the jiggle.

"You're a bad girl," I growled. "Not listening to your mom. You should be punished."

She moaned soft, arching into my hand, searching faster.

Then she pulled one out—a tiny golden bikini, strings and scraps of fabric that matched her blonde hair perfectly. So small it would barely cover her nipples, the bottom just a thin strip over her pussy line.

"Damn," I said, genuinely shocked. "Why do you even have this? It's basically like wearing nothing."

"Yeah," she said, holding it up with a wicked grin. "Even better."

This girl was dangerous—pure trouble, inherited straight from her mom. And I was pretty sure Tiffany was picking something even tinier, with assets that put everyone else to shame.

She didn't try any on yet—just started rummaging through the pile on her bed, bent over in that perfect arch, ass pushed out high, pussy outline teasing through the thin shorts.

The shorts had ridden a little lower from her movement, exposing more of her smooth skin and the faint line between her cheeks. She didn't care I was staring—hell, she knew I was—and her body looked even plumper than before, thicker in all the right places.

Her ass was bigger, rounder, like she'd been gaining just enough weight to make those curves deadly. She knew I loved thick women—knew it turned me on—and whether intentional or not, she was serving it up on a platter.

My dick approved hard—throbbing in my shorts as I climbed onto the bed behind her.

I got close, hands on her hips, and tugged her shorts lower slow—exposing the full cleft, the thin fabric of her thong wedged deep. She kept digging through the bikinis like nothing was happening, but her breathing quickened, thighs parting just a fraction.

I pulled the shorts down her thick thighs, letting them bunch at her knees, and slid my fingers between her legs—finding her pussy already soaked, lips swollen and slick.

She moaned soft, still pretending to focus on the pile, ass pushing back into my hand.

"You can't choose one quickly, huh?" I rasped, slipping two fingers inside her slow—feeling her clench hot and wet around me.

"Aahh... Alex..." she whimpered, finally pausing, hips rocking subtle as I pumped steady, curling to hit that spot.

She was aroused bad—pussy dripping down my fingers, body trembling while she "looked" for the perfect bikini.

I fingered her harder—thumb rubbing her clit rough—watching her ass jiggle with every thrust of my hand.

She was mine to play with.

And she wasn't choosing anything until I let her.

Then Tiffany called from her room—"Alex! Look at me—I chose mine!"

I stopped fingering Brittany, gave her ass one last hard slap that made it jiggle and her yelp, and pulled my fingers out slow—she whined, pussy clenching on nothing.

"Choose one fast," I growled in her ear. "I'm going."

She pouted but nodded, thighs trembling as I left her there—bent over, shorts around her knees, pussy dripping.

I owned this place, man—mother and daughter on this floor, another MILF downstairs, Helen the maintenance goddess. Name it, I'd be there, buried deep.

I went to Tiffany's room, opened the door, and closed it behind me.

And there she was—the perfect MILF body wrapped in just a tiny white bikini.

Holy fuck.

The top was two minuscule triangles—barely covering her hard nipples, the dark edges peeking from the sides, fabric stretched so thin it was basically see-through. Her massive tits spilled out everywhere, deep cleavage on full display, underboob teasing with every breath.

Below, the bottoms were nothing but a thread—thin string riding high on her wide, child-bearing hips, the front panel so narrow it just covered her pussy lips, cameltoe obvious and proud. Her soft belly curve and thick thighs were fully exposed—smooth, golden, begging to be grabbed.

I froze. No way she was wearing this on a public beach. With that body? Police would arrest her for public indecency—every man there would be jerking off in the open.

Then she turned around slow, giving me the back view.

Damn.

Just a single thread disappearing between her huge, perfect cheeks—both full, round globes completely bare, jiggling soft as she shifted weight. Her hourglass figure was lethal—tiny waist cinched dramatic, flaring out into those wide hips and thick thighs, every curve screaming pure sin.

She glanced over her shoulder, catching my reaction—mouth open, cock throbbing hard.

"Like it?" she asked, voice husky, arching her back a little to make her ass pop more.

I stepped close, hands going straight to her hips. "Tiff... you're gonna cause a riot."

She laughed low, pressing back against me, that fat ass grinding slow against my bulge. "Good. Let them look."

Her body was lethal—pure MILF perfection, built to be worshipped.

She thought she'd tease me more—walking slow and deliberate to the bed, hips swaying with every step, that tiny white bikini doing absolutely nothing to hide her curves. Tits bouncing heavy with the movement, ass cheeks jiggling free except for that thin string wedged deep between them.

She climbed onto the bed, getting on all fours over the pile of bikinis like she was seriously searching—arching her back deep, pushing that perfect, thick ass high in the air.

The thin string disappeared completely between those plump cheeks—just a whisper of fabric, her pussy lips peeking from behind, glistening already. She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes wicked, making sure I got the full view—knowing exactly what she was doing.

I lost it.

No touching until the beach? Fuck that rule.

I climbed onto the bed behind her fast, hands grabbing those cheeks hard—spreading them wide—and buried my face in deep. Tongue shoving the string aside, I licked her heavenly crack from pussy to asshole in one long, hungry stroke—tasting her sweat, her arousal, pure sin.

"Aaahhh—Alex... fuck!" she cried, body jolting forward but ass pushing back harder, grinding against my mouth.

I devoured her—tongue plunging into her pussy first, fucking deep, then up to her tight asshole, circling and pushing inside while she moaned nonstop, thighs shaking.

She was done teasing.

And I was just getting started.

"Aahh... Alex... please don't..." she tried to protest, voice weak and breathy, "Brittany's in the next room... we shouldn't be doing this..."

She was trying to be the good mother—responsible, proper—but her body was begging to be destroyed, ass pushing back hard into my face, thighs trembling wide open, pussy gushing hotter with every lick.

"This is what you get for teasing me like that, Tiff," I growled against her skin, burying my face deeper, eating her ass and pussy like I'd been starving for years—tongue alternating between deep thrusts into her holes, lapping up her little sweat mixed with her dripping arousal, making everything filthier, wetter, more obscene.

Damn, her juices and that salty sweat were driving me feral—pure MILF perfection, neglected and ripe.

I knew Brittany could hear her mother's moans from the next room—the walls weren't that thick—but I didn't care. Why should I? That girl was even filthier than her mom; she'd moaned harder, begged louder when I ate her ass yesterday.

I kept eating Tiffany out—rough, relentless, tongue fucking her asshole deep while my fingers rubbed her clit, then switching to suck her pussy lips hard, making her whole body quake.

She kept moaning louder—"Aahh... Alex... fuck my ass..."—showing her true colors now, good-mom facade shattered, turning into the desperate slut she really was, loving her ass eaten by the guy next door while her daughter was home trying on the filthiest tiny bikinis that would make every man on the beach want to fuck her brains out.

Fuck—I wouldn't let anyone else touch this mother-daughter duo. I'd be the one to destroy their holes, breed them deep, own them completely.

Tiffany broke harder—"Yes... eat my ass... tongue-fuck me... please..."—hips grinding back wild, chasing my mouth, forgetting everything but the pleasure.

She'd asked for it—teasing me in that bikini, arching like a whore.

No forgiveness now.

I wasn't slowing down.

Not until she was screaming, coming on my tongue, completely ruined.

I tongue-fucked her pussy harder—deeper with every thrust, tongue curling and scooping inside her slick walls, feeling them clench and flutter, trying to trap me in that hot, velvet grip.

Her juices flooded my mouth—thick, sweet, endless—making me even hornier, cock throbbing painful against the bed as I devoured her.

I felt her coming soon—the way her pussy spasmed wild, thighs locking around my head, ass pushing back desperate.

I hooked the thin string of her bikini bottom with my fingers, yanking it fully aside—letting it hang useless off one enormous ass cheek—and dove back in, not giving her body a second to relax.

Then she came hard—screaming into the mattress, pussy gushing a waterfall of juices straight into my mouth. She reached back frantic, fingers rubbing her clit rough and fast, squirting hot streams that soaked my face, chin, chest.

I took it all—swallowing what I could, licking through every spasm, eating her through the orgasm until she collapsed forward, completely limp on the bed, body trembling in aftershocks.

I'd taken the life out of her with that one—looked at her ruined body, sweat-slick and shaking, face buried in the sheets with that lust-drunk, broken expression, orgasmed senseless by her lover while her daughter was probably next door, fingering herself furiously to the sound of her mother's desperate moans echoing through the thin walls.

She lay there limp, chest heaving, pussy still twitching and leaking cum down her thighs, completely destroyed.

I slapped her ass cheeks hard—one after the other, sharp cracks echoing through the room, watching them jiggle wild and turn red with each impact. Apples looked pale in comparison—her skin blooming deep pink under my palm, the plump flesh rippling for seconds after.

"Aaahhh... Alex... you're so rough today..." she moaned weak, voice muffled, but her ass pushed up for more, loving the new version of me.

"Oh yeah?" I rasped, stripping off my shirt and shorts fast—cock springing free, throbbing straight up. "This is all your fault. You shouldn't have teased me like that."

I wasn't done with her—not even close.

I lay down beside her, pulling her into my side, dick pointing skyward, slick and ready.

She was still catching her breath, body limp and glowing, but her hand drifted down slow—wrapping around my shaft, stroking lazy.

But I needed more.

I guided her up—hands on her thick hips—turning her around until she straddled my face, her huge ass hovering above me, pussy dripping the mix of us right onto my lips.

She lowered slow—heavy, perfect cheeks spreading as she settled, that massive ass coming down over my face like it could crush me. I'd die a happy man buried under it.

As soon as her pussy touched my mouth—still leaking, hot and swollen—I thrust my tongue deep inside, fucking her with it, lapping up our cum like I was starving again.

She moaned loud—"Aaaahhh... Alex..."—body resting forward on top of me, tits pressing against my stomach as she leaned down and took my cock in her mouth.

She sucked greedy—tasting herself on me, our mixed juices coating her tongue, lips stretching wide around my thickness as she bobbed slow at first, then deeper, throat opening to take more.

I groaned into her pussy—the vibration making her grind harder on my face—tongue plunging wild, sucking her clit, hands spreading her cheeks to eat her asshole too.

We devoured each other—her huge ass smothering me in heaven, mouth working my cock sloppy and desperate, my tongue fucking both her holes until she shook again.

Pure filth.

Perfect 69 with the ultimate MILF.

And we weren't stopping until we both drowned in it.

We were both moaning loud now—lost in the heat, bodies grinding, eating each other like we were starving—when the bedroom door creaked open.

Brittany stood in the doorway, fully naked.

Her tits had gotten even bigger since I first saw her—fuller, heavier, nipples hard and pink. Her hips wider, more fertile, body thicker in all the right places, like she was blooming into an even hotter version of her mom.

Tears in her eyes, standing there trembling.

"Mom... you don't love me, right?" she said, voice small, trying to sob.

Tiffany stopped sucking my dick mid-stroke—lips popping off with a wet sound—and looked up at her daughter, who stood there feeling neglected while we devoured each other.

"Oh no, baby... come here," Tiffany said soft, maternal even now, sliding off my face and kneeling on the bed, leaving my cock slick and throbbing in the open air.

"Come here, honey," she called again, arms open.

Brittany ran to her—naked bodies colliding in a tight hug, their massive tits squishing together, nipples brushing. Thick thighs pressed close, Tiffany's juices and my cum slipping onto Brittany's skin—stomach, thighs, making them both look filthy, glistening.

Mother and daughter naked, bodies in heat, pressed tight in front of me.

I sat up from my laying position, cock pointing straight at them.

"Come here, both of you," I said low, commanding. "Nobody's getting neglected now."

They obeyed instantly—like the perfect sluts they were, ready for my command—climbing onto the bed, thighs spreading wide, asses and boobs jiggling as they crawled close.

I positioned them side by side on all fours—thick thighs spread, backs arched deep, exposing their needy holes completely: pussies dripping, assholes winking, everything pink and ready.

The view was unreal—mother and daughter presented for me, bodies trembling with anticipation.

I knelt behind them, hands on both asses, ready for what came next.

Both of them were arched deep—backs bowed perfectly, asses presented high like offerings to some lord, thighs spread wide on the bed, pussies and assholes completely exposed and glistening.

The view was pure heaven.

On the left, Tiffany—her wider, motherly hips flared dramatic, that fat ass I'd just eaten still wet and shining with her juices and my spit, cheeks plump and red from my slaps.

On the right, her sweet daughter Brittany—as slutty as her mom, if not more—ready to give me anything I wanted, her younger, tighter curves begging just as hard.

Man, this was a fucking dream come true.

Both mom and daughter thick as hell—bodies built to be railed from night to morning and still crave more the next day. Both horny as hell, pussies getting wetter just from knowing what was about to come, dripping in anticipation.

I started with Brittany this time—fair play, since I'd just made Tiffany scream minutes ago. Brittany deserved to get even with her hot mother.

I grabbed her cheeks hard—spreading them wide, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, opening her fully right in front of Tiffany. How she'd moan, beg, lose it while her mom watched her little girl get devoured by the guy she barely knew two days ago. What a dream.

I went in—starting with her pussy, already twitching and leaking. Tongue flat and deep, licking everything—slow drags from clit to entrance, then plunging inside, fucking her with it, tasting her fresh sweetness.

She moaned instant—"Aahh... Alex..."—legs weakening, thighs quivering as I bit lightly down there, grazing her lips and clit just enough to make her jolt.

Then higher—her asshole, the one I'd taken yesterday, already begging for more today. I circled the tight ring slow, then pushed in deep, tongue-fucking it hard while she pushed back greedy.

She liked getting fucked in her ass—got that trait straight from her mom. Both mother and daughter lustful as hell, built for rough, filthy pleasure. I didn't mind one bit.

She moaned louder—"Ahh... Alex... not that hard, please..."—trying to play sweet little baby for her mom, like she just wanted gentle, normal.

To hell with that.

I was making sure she showed her true colors—her real inner slut screaming for me to destroy that sweet, thickening body.

I ate her harder—tongue thrusting wild between both holes, biting her cheeks, slapping them sharp to make her yelp and push back more.

Tiffany watched—eyes dark, biting her lip hard, hand drifting slow between her own thighs as her daughter moaned louder, breaking completely in front of her.

Brittany couldn't pretend anymore—"Fuck... yes... eat my ass... harder..."—voice wrecked, hips grinding back desperate against my mouth, shame burning her face red as she begged me right in front of her mother.

I looked up to the front, where both their faces were—Brittany dying of shame, asking me to eat her ass harder while her mom watched, and Tiffany staring at this slutty version of her daughter, her own pussy getting wetter from the sight. It turned her on even more, seeing Brittany beg a stranger they both barely knew.

Tiffany leaned in slow—starting with soft kisses on Brittany's flushed cheek.

"Ahh... Mom..." Brittany moaned, eyes closing, cheeks reddening deeper from her mother's lips.

Tiffany got lustier—biting lightly, then licking her daughter's cheek before moving to her lips, tongue tracing slow, teasing.

"Come here, baby," Tiffany moaned, voice thick with heat.

Tiffany was lost to it—she couldn't think straight anymore, too overwhelmed even after everything we'd done, giving in completely to the pleasure.

I started fingering both their pussies—two fingers deep in each, thrusting steady at the spots that made them clench and gush, watching ahead as Tiffany kissed her daughter deeper.

Soon Brittany joined—leaning in desperate, kissing her mom's lips harder, losing all control and shame, biting her lower lip as they both moaned wet and filthy into each other's mouths—tongues tangling messy, spit trailing.

I watched them for a while—losing to shame, doing filthy wet kisses, fuck, it all made me lose control of my dick. It throbbed hard, dying to join, not just watch.

I stood up fast, moved in front of both, and knelt down—cock right at their faces, thick and leaking, pulsing inches away.

They both stopped kissing—lips swollen, connected by a thin string of spit—and looked at my dick, then up at me. Broken lust faces—eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, ready to do whatever the hell I wanted, however I wanted.

Mother and daughter on their knees for me.

Pure power.

I tangled fingers in both their hair, guiding them closer.

"Now... share," I growled.

And they did—without hesitation, tongues out, ready for me.

I pushed my hard, throbbing dick first into Brittany's mouth—just a single deep push, letting her take half my length. Tiffany watched up close, eyes wide and dark, as I made her daughter eat my cock, saliva still dripping from their earlier kisses down Brittany's chin.

Brittany looked straight into my eyes—broken lust, no shame, sucking greedy like she was starving for it.

Then I pulled back slow—wet pop echoing—and slid into Tiffany's mouth. She took me deeper on instinct, throat opening, moaning around me as her daughter watched.

Fuck, both their mouths were warm, wet heaven—saliva coating me thick, tongues swirling desperate, no difference in how perfectly they worshipped.

I kept fucking their mouths smooth—alternating slow thrusts, pulling out to slap my slick cock on their outstretched tongues, watching them gasp and beg with their eyes.

"Kiss each other," I ordered, holding my dick just above.

They looked at each other—shameless now, eyes burning—and crashed together hard, lips locking messy in front of my cock, tongues tangling filthy, saliva mixing and dripping down their chins onto their heaving tits.

Damn, the view was unimaginable—mother and daughter making out sloppy, broken and hungry, while my cock hovered above, throbbing at the sight.

I slapped it down between their joined lips—wet smacks as they licked both sides, tongues fighting over me, moaning into each other.

They were both eating my cock like it was the last lollipop left in the world—damn, thick, wet, hungry tongues swirling and fighting over every inch, lips stretching wide, saliva dripping down my shaft and balls in messy strings.

I held their heads firm—fingers tangled in blonde hair, guiding them deeper, thrusting slow between their joined mouths while they devoured me, moaning nonstop, eyes locked up at me with pure, broken need.

I let them suck with both their efforts and mouths combined—thick, wet heaven, tongues swirling hungry over every inch, lips stretching wide around my shaft, saliva dripping in messy strings down my balls.

"Fuck... yeah... just like that," I groaned when they both licked the underside at once—slow, perfect pressure that sent shivers down my spine, almost making me bust right on their broken, shameless faces.

Their mouths felt like sloppy paradise—I couldn't remember the last time a blowjob hit this good. Maybe it was the thought that mother and daughter were sharing my cock, tongues fighting over me like they were possessed, that made it even hotter, filthier.

"Aaahhh..." they moaned together, licking louder, wet sounds filling the room, making my dick swell harder.

Sometimes they stopped just to spit—thick globs on the head—then attacked again like demons, swirling tongues over the tip, Tiffany squeezing my balls gentle but firm, wanting to taste my warm cum faster on their tongues.

But I wasn't coming from that.

I had other things in mind.

I pulled back slow—they both chased it desperate, mouths open, tongues out like they couldn't get enough even after all that sucking. Broken beyond repair, obeying my every move without objection.

I guided them firm—pulling Tiffany up first, positioning her on all fours but low, knees folded under, stomach touching the bed, ass high and begging.

Then Brittany on top—climbing over her mom, stomach pressed to Tiffany's thick back, legs spread wide over her, mirroring the pose.

They obeyed like they were excited for what was about to come next—eager, trembling, bodies already knowing they were in for something filthy.

The view was everything.

Tiffany was on the bed first—knees and elbows bent low, stomach pressed to the sheets, back arched deep so her thick ass lifted high.

Brittany climbed on top of her mom—legs wide over Tiffany's back, knees planted on either side, mirroring the pose but stacked perfectly above, her pussy dripping down onto her mom's back, asshole exposed above.

They were one over the other—mother below, daughter on top—bodies pressed close, curves aligning in the most sinful way.

That way, all their holes were exposed fully: from the bottom up—Tiffany's pussy leaking thick juices and cum, lips swollen and pink, then her asshole winking above it; a little gap of sweat-slick skin, then Brittany's pussy—dripping fresh, tight and flushed—followed by her own asshole, twitching and ready.

Stacked perfect—four holes lined up, begging.

I rubbed them slow—taking turns with my fingers, sliding into Tiffany's pussy first, then her ass, then up to Brittany's, letting them feel what was coming, teasing the entrances, spreading the wetness.

They moaned together—deep, desperate—hips rocking back subtle, pushing for more, bodies trembling in anticipation.

I wasn't rushing.

I was going to savor every second of this stacked heaven.

And make them beg before I chose which hole to ruin first.

I kept teasing them—fingers sliding slow and deep, taking turns: into Tiffany's dripping pussy first, curling to make her clench, then her tight asshole, stretching it gentle; up to Brittany's soaked entrance, then her fluttering ring, spreading the wetness everywhere, letting them feel what was coming.

They were leaking bad—just from the thought of this stacked position, juices dripping down, mixing between them, bodies trembling hard with anticipation.

"Which hole should I shove my dick in first?" I asked low, rubbing their pussies slow, thumb circling clits, making them buck.

"Aaahhh..." they both moaned together—deep, desperate—but neither spoke, shame holding them back even as their hips rocked greedy for more.

I knew they wanted it—just too ashamed to say who or which hole first.

I spat hard—thick on Tiffany's holes first, then Brittany's—watching it drip and mix with their juices. Then leaned in close, tongue lapping from below: long licks over Tiffany's pussy and asshole, savoring her mature flavor, then up to Brittany's sweeter, tighter holes, tasting the difference, the forbidden mix of mother and daughter.

They shook harder—moaning nonstop, wanting to be filled by surprise, any hole, just filled.

I spat again—more, messy. "Should I just call it a day? Go to my room and fap if you two aren't saying which hole I should push my cock in first?"

"No... Alex... please put it in my ass," Tiffany broke first, voice wrecked, shame crumbling.

"No... please put it in mine," Brittany cried right after, desperate.

"Like mother, like daughter," I growled, grabbing my cock—hard, slick—and rubbing the head slow on Tiffany's asshole first, feeling it flutter, Brittany's juices leaking from above and dripping down, mixing filthy.

"You both want it in the ass... no shame left," I said, shifting up, lining the head against Brittany's tight ring now, pressing just enough to make her whimper.

"Please... Alex... put it in..." Brittany begged, pushing back.

"No... Alex... I'm her mother... I deserve to be first," Tiffany moaned, arching harder.

"Now you've put me in a dilemma," I rasped, sliding my cock down—rubbing their pussies again, teasing entrances, letting them feel the heat but not giving it yet.

They moaned louder—competing, begging, bodies stacked and dripping, completely broken.

I wasn't choosing yet.

I was going to make them earn it.

The sight of mother and daughter begging me to fuck their asses was too wild—pure taboo heaven, bodies stacked and dripping, competing for my cock like sluts who'd forgotten everything but need.

My dick begged me to just shove it in whichever hole felt tightest and cum deep in their wombs, flooding them both until they got pregnant with my seed. The thought alone—mother and daughter pregnant at the same time, both carrying my kid, bellies rounding from the same thick loads I pumped into them—made me swell even harder, veins pulsing angrily, precum dripping heavy like it had a mind of its own.

They were lost in shame—doing these filthy things behind the man of the house's back, moaning like whores while he was away working.

What if Tiffany's husband—Brittany's father—knew what was happening? How his sweet wife and innocent daughter were begging a stranger to shove his dick in their assholes, stacked like this, dripping and desperate?

The wrongness only made it hotter.

I rubbed the head slow—up and down their stacked holes, teasing Tiffany's pussy, then her ass, then Brittany's, letting precum mix with their juices.

"Please... Alex..." Tiffany sobbed first, breaking. "Fuck my ass... breed me first..."

"No... me..." Brittany whimpered, pushing back harder. "I need it... in my ass... please..."

I didn't want either of them to feel special—both were equal sluts for me, begging the same, dripping the same.

So I teased them more—rubbing my swollen cockhead slow between their stacked holes, sliding up and down, pressing just enough to make them feel the stretch but not giving it yet. They cried for it—moaning desperate, hips bucking wild, shame burning their faces as they competed for my cock.

But I had something else in mind.

I pulled Brittany off the top sudden—she gasped as she fell to the bed beside us—then grabbed Tiffany's legs, flipping her onto her back and dragging her to the edge of the bed, thighs spread wide, pussy glistening and open.

Then I guided Brittany on top of her mom—face to face, chest to chest. Brittany obeyed instant, climbing over, lowering slow until their massive tits squished together—nipples brushing hard, soft flesh overflowing.

Their legs tangled, pussies lining up perfect—wet lips kissing wet lips, sharing the slick heat and mess, juices mixing as they ground subtle against each other.

They moaned deep just from the contact—bodies pressed tight, faces inches apart, broken by lust and shame.

Then, like they read my mind, they started kissing—hungry, deep, tongues tangling messy, moaning into each other's mouths, not caring about anything now, lost completely.

I lined my cock between their pussies—rubbing slow in the tight, warm pocket they made, sliding through both sets of lips at once, feeling the double heat, the double wetness grip me.

My dick loved every slide—throbbing harder, precum mixing with their juices, the ultimate forbidden friction.

They kissed harder—moaning louder into each other—as I ground between them, teasing, owning.

That was it.

My dick lost all control—fucking both their pussies like this, sliding through that tight, warm pocket they made together. The double heat, the double wetness gripping me from both sides—it was too much. My cock just wanted to cum so hard, flood them both.

I left it to chance—stopped guiding, just thrusting wild, letting fate decide which hole took me first.

They both moaned louder—desperate, syncing—as the head nudged and slipped.

Then it went in—warm, wet heaven enveloping me completely. I started thrusting harder, deeper, and looked down: buried in Tiffany's pussy, the shaft rubbing Brittany's swollen clit every time I pulled back and slammed in.

"Fuck... Alex... it feels so big..." Tiffany moaned, voice wrecked, hips bucking up to take more.

"Fuck me too, Alex..." Brittany cried with desperation, grinding her clit against my moving shaft, needy and jealous.

I grabbed Brittany's hips tight—holding her steady as I pounded her mother. "Don't worry, baby... you'll get it too. For now, let's make your mom feel good."

Tiffany moaned louder—pussy clenching hard around me, gushing fresh as I fucked her ruthless. Brittany took her mom's moans as pure pleasure, kissing her neck, biting her ear, turned on by watching me destroy Tiffany.

I kept pushing—hard, fast—then after a few deep thrusts, pulled out slick and slammed into Brittany's waiting pussy.

"Aaahhh—Alex... fuck me harder!" she called, voice breaking as I filled her tight heat.

Tiffany took her daughter's moans with deep kisses—tongues tangling messy, swallowing the cries while I railed Brittany.

Mother and daughter had perfect synergy now—taking my cock turn by turn, moaning into each other, bodies rocking together like they were made for this.

I kept switching—showing both pussies the hardness, the love of my dick, pounding one then the other, juices mixing thick, the room filled with wet slaps and their broken cries.

It was too much—I was about to come.

"I'm coming... gonna make both of you pregnant," I growled, slamming deep into Tiffany first—letting the first thick ropes shoot far into her womb, pulse after pulse.

Then careful—pulled out mid-spurt and thrust into Brittany, giving her the rest—warm pulses flooding her deep, making sure both got my seed, both wombs marked.

They both came rushing—orgasms syncing one after another, pussies spasming wild around me as the thought of me breeding them both hit full force.

"Aaahhhh—fuck!"

"Aaahh... Alex... don't stop!"

I kept thrusting—through their shaking climaxes, making sure every single drop got deep, grinding slow until they were limp, overflowing, completely filled.

Fuck, I came endlessly—thick, heavy ropes pulsing out like I wanted nothing else in this world but to fill them deep, flood their wombs until there was no room left for anything but me.

I fell forward over Brittany—who was still on top of her mother—panting hard, chest slick against her back, my cock buried deep in Tiffany, twitching with the last spurts.

We were all breathing heavy—sweaty, hot, completely broken from lust. My dick still pulsed inside Tiffany's warm pussy, her walls milking every final drop slow and greedy.

I kissed Brittany's hot back—licking the sweat from her skin, tasting salt and sex, making her shiver hard even as she trembled from the session.

Tiffany wrapped her arms around us both—pulling us tight, holding the filthy stack together. We stayed like that for a while, fully connected—bodies pressed, heat shared, hearts pounding in sync.

Tiffany and Brittany turned their heads, finding each other's lips again—kissing slow, deep, moaning soft into the afterglow, tongues lazy now but still hungry.

We lay there naked like animals in heat who'd just finished mating—limp, spent, satisfied beyond words.

No one moved to separate.

No one wanted to.

The room smelled like us—sex, sweat, cum.

And in that moment, nothing else existed.

Just us three—mother, daughter, and me.

Then I rolled to the side, pulling my cock out slow—what felt like forever buried in Tiffany—cum leaking thick as the stack collapsed, bodies untangling with soft whimpers.

They shifted quick—crawling over, pressing close, taking turns kissing me deep. We all kissed—messy, worshipful—Tiffany first, tongue stroking mine hungry, then Brittany, softer but needy, then back to Tiffany as Brittany licked my neck.

They worshipped me fully—hands roaming my chest, lips on my skin, bodies sweaty and hot, pressing against me from both sides.

"We need to get ready for the trip tonight," I said, voice rough, as they moved lower—both mouthing my chest, biting my nipples gentle then hard, making me twitch and harden again despite everything.

"Let's stay together like this the whole weekend," Tiffany murmured, biting my nipple sharp, eyes dark. She wanted us locked away, no trip, just endless fucking.

"Yeah, Alex," Brittany added, licking slow circles around the other nipple, hand drifting down my stomach. "We can have so much fun right here..."

"Don't worry," I smiled, pulling them closer, hands in their hair. "I'll make sure you get the same fun at the beach—and more."

They moaned soft at the promise—bodies pressing tighter, lips finding mine again.

The trip was hours away.

But these two?

They were already ready for round... whatever this was.

And I wasn't saying no.

As they worshipped my body—licking top to bottom, biting my nipples then soothing them with slow, wet circles—Tiffany's phone buzzed on the side table.

"Who's calling at this time?" she muttered, irritated, standing up naked, tits jiggling as she reached for it.

"Who is it?" I called, still guiding Brittany's head to my nipple while she bit rough—sharp enough to make me groan. "Ahh... bad girl," I rasped, hand sliding to her throat, squeezing light. She smiled sluttily, eyes sparkling, loving the control.

"It's Lily," Tiffany said, glancing at the screen. She knew it could be about tonight's trip.

"Answer it," I said, voice low. "Must be important."

Brittany didn't stop—stroking my cock slow and firm, thumb rubbing the head with perfect pressure, trying to get it fully hard again while her teeth grazed my nipple.

Tiffany answered. "Hey, Lily... what's up?"

She listened, nodding. "Uh-huh... okay, I'll tell him. Thanks."

She hung up, tossing the phone back on the table, and climbed onto the bed—straddling my thigh, biting my other nipple hard enough to make me hiss.

"What is it?" I asked, hand tangling in her hair as Brittany kept working my dick, making it throb back to life.

"Lily said we need to leave for the train station by 11 p.m.—overnight train, about nine or ten hours to the beach house."

I glanced at the wall clock—it was just 11:30 a.m.

"We have a lot of time," I said, grinning, pulling them both closer.

"Oh, and she told me to let you know if I saw you—she was trying your phone, but you weren't picking up. She's coming over later to tell you personally anyway."

Lily coming to my apartment.

I thought about it for a second—I should probably be there when she showed up. It had been too long since I'd spent real time with her, buried deep, making her forget everything but my name. But these two—mother and daughter tangled naked with me, bodies still trembling from what we'd done—were way better together right now.

The temptation won easy. I could have fun with Lily at the beach anyway; the trip was long.

I lost to it completely.

They continued licking me—biting my nipples, hands stroking my cock slow and teasing—making me harder again, body responding even after everything.

But then the phone rang again.

"Who is it now? Ugh," Tiffany groaned, completely irritated, reaching for it. She saw the name and relaxed a little, answering quick.

"Yes, ma'am..."

"I'm fine..."

"Does she really need to...? By today?" She shot a look at Brittany.

"I'll make sure she submits it." She hung up.

Brittany was still focused on my dick—stroking lazy, like she couldn't stop.

"Brittany," Tiffany said, hands on her naked hips, trying to look stern. "You had to submit the science project today. Did you know?"

"Wait—it's today?" Brittany stopped, eyes wide. "I completely forgot!"

"It was your classroom teacher," Tiffany said, sighing. "She said if you don't submit by today, you'll get an F."

"Mom, I swear I finished it, I just forgot the deadline," Brittany said, looking genuinely concerned now, hand leaving my cock.

"Of course you forgot," Tiffany muttered, glancing at Brittany's hand still near my thigh. "You've had other things on your mind."

A moment ago, mother and daughter were lost in lust—moaning into each other's mouths, bodies fused. Now they snapped back to mom-and-daughter mode like a switch flipped.

"Get dressed," Tiffany said firm. "We're going to your school quick and dropping it off."

Brittany stood fast, nodding, already hunting for clothes.

"Alex," Tiffany said, finding her shirt. "We'll go to her school real quick. If we don't do it today, we can't—with the trip tonight."

"Yeah, it's okay," I said, relaxing back on the bed, watching them scramble naked for clothes.

They didn't ask me to leave—couldn't. I was like a lord to them now, sprawled naked while they dressed hurried around me.

They found the project folder, threw on simple clothes—no bras, quick and casual—and headed out, door clicking shut behind them.

Damn. I thought we were going for another round, but anyway—I was happy, grinning at the ceiling.

I figured I should head back to my apartment—Lily might show up soon.

Now that I was alone, I figured I might as well pack for the weekend. I had to do it anyway.

I got up, pulled on my shorts and shirt, and headed back to my apartment, the door clicking shut behind me.

My phone was still there. I'd kind of lost the habit of carrying it everywhere—these days I only grabbed it when I was actually leaving the building.

There were some notifications and messages, one of them was from Judy.

Judy: "Hey Alex, why are you ignoring me?"

I stared at it for a second. I still hadn't replied to her earlier messages... or the risky picture she'd sent, I thought I should reply to her, it wasn't good to leave someone hanging like that.

And she was really sexy that night, the way I fucked her in the ass, her attitude breaking and lustful face when I broke her.

Damn, thinking about her made me want to fuck her in the ass again, more harder this time.

I replied to her: "Hey Judy, I've been really busy, and tonight I'm heading out on a trip with people from my building. I won't be available all weekend."

Her reply came fast: "Alex, I really miss you".

Damn, this MILF was really starving for my cock. She replied instantly—probably waiting for my message all day. But who was I to blame her?

She messaged again: "Can we meet today, Alex?"

I thought about it for a second—but then there was a knock on my door.

I stood up and walked to the door.

Opened it.

And there she was—Autumn, standing in the hallway looking like pure temptation.

Damn.

A pink cropped vest clung to her big boobs, low-cut and damp with sweat, cleavage spilling out like it was trying to escape. Matching tights hugged her thick legs and that round ass perfectly—every curve on display, fabric shiny from her workout.

She had a shaker in one hand, and sweat glistened on her skin like she'd just come straight from the gym.

My eyes couldn't look away. Damn, she was irresistible.

"Hey, Alex," she said, smiling slow, eyes dropping to my chest for a second. "You busy?"

My cock twitched already.

"Not at all," I said, leaning against the doorframe. "What's up, Autumn?"

Although I already knew what was up—in my shorts.

"You know about the building trip, right?" she asked, stepping closer, voice a little nervous but excited. She wanted me there—badly.

"Oh yeah, Lily told me about it," I said, eyes drifting to her boobs again, sweat trailing down into that deep cleavage.

"You're coming with us, right?" she asked, swiping a bead of sweat from her forehead, biting her lip like my answer mattered more than it should.

"Yeah, I'm coming," I said, grinning.

She smiled wide—relief and heat mixing. "Perfect."

"I came yesterday to tell you about it," she added, shifting her weight, ass flexing in those tights. "But you weren't home."

"Oh yeah, I was out doing some college stuff," I said. Damn—every MILF in the building had come looking for me yesterday, dying to get my dick in them.

"And we haven't exchanged numbers yet," she said, pulling out her phone.

We swapped quick—fingers brushing, lingering.

"God, I'm so sweaty," she laughed, fanning herself, but the way she said it—looking at me like that—made me think about licking every drop off her body, tasting the salt on her skin.

"Today's Friday," I said, noticing she wasn't in her usual office clothes. "You didn't go to work?"

"Oh, I took leave," she said, eyes sparkling. "Had to prepare for the trip... and hit the gym to burn off some calories. You know—get in shape for bikini season at the beach."

She said it casual, but her look was pure lust—imagining me seeing her in a bikini, all these MILFs competing to show off for me on the trip, probably fantasizing about getting fucked right there on the sand.

"You look amazing, Autumn," I said, pulling her closer—right inside the doorframe, shielding her from the hallway view—hand sliding down to grab her tight ass cheek, firmer from the gym, squeezing hard.

"Aah—Alex... not here," she whispered, grabbing my wrist but not stopping me, just guiding my grip tighter. "People might be watching..."

I turned her slightly—so I could see her ass properly—and slapped it sharp.

The tight fabric made it jiggle perfectly—cheeks bouncing and rippling under my palm, firm from the gym but still soft enough to wobble for seconds after.

She gasped—"Aahh... Alex!"—pushing back into my hand, eyes flashing with that mix of surprise and heat.

"People might see..." she whispered again, but her body arched more, ass popping out for another.

I slapped the other cheek—harder this time—watching the pink bloom through the thin material.

She moaned low, thighs pressing together.

Damn, Autumn was looking hella sexy in those tights—all that sweat making her skin shine, curves popping like crazy. No way I could let this opportunity go to waste. I wanted her bad—every sweaty inch.

I pulled her inside fully, shutting the door hard behind us.

Then I kissed her rough—hands grabbing her ass from behind, squeezing those firm cheeks tight, making her moan into my mouth. She couldn't say no—gave in instant, kissing back deep, tongue hungry and wet.

I licked her face, her neck—tasting the salty sweat, hot and fresh from the gym. God, she was so hot like this.

"Alex... I have to shower... I'm so sweaty," she gasped between kisses, but her body pressed harder against me.

"Sweat's making you even hotter, Autumn," I rasped, yanking her cropped vest up and off—her long hair falling loose, big tits bouncing free, firm and tight from her workout, glistening with sweat.

I dove in—licking them fully, tongue dragging over every side, then circling her hard nipples before sucking rough.

"Aaahh... Alex... harder, please..." she begged, arching into my mouth.

Tiffany and Brittany had left sudden—I wasn't done with them yet—and now all that pent-up lust poured into Autumn.

I bit her nipples hard—she cried out, body jolting, hands clutching my hair.

I took her to the bathroom—kissing sloppy, squeezing her ass the whole way—ripping off her tights and my shorts and shirt, leaving us both naked.

In the shower, I saw her fully—sweaty body glistening top to bottom, curves pumped from the gym, skin flushed and shining, every inch screaming fresh, hard work and raw sex appeal.

I pinned her arms above her head against the cool tile—one hand holding both wrists tight—eyes locked on hers, her chest heaving, waiting.

"Alex... I'm so sweaty... I feel disgusting," she whispered, voice shaky, cheeks redder than the workout flush.

"You don't need a shower, babe," I growled low, leaning in close. "I'm gonna lick you clean."

Her face turned lustier—eyes wide, lips parted, not sure what was coming next but wanting it bad, body already trembling under my grip.

I started with her neck—tongue flat and slow, licking up the salty sweat in long drags, tasting her heat, her effort, the pure essence of her workout. She moaned soft, head tilting back, skin so sensitive every lick made her shiver.

"Aaahhh... Alex..."

Then I looked at her armpits—fully exposed with her arms pinned high, smooth and clean-shaven, glistening with fresh sweat. I dove in—no hesitation—tongue lapping deep, sucking every inch, biting lightly at the tender skin.

She squirmed—"Ahh... Alex... not that hard, please..."—body twisting, trying to stay still but losing it, grip slipping in my hold as pleasure hit her hard.

I went in like a starving man—licking her sweaty armpits thorough, inhaling that fresh, musky workout scent mixed with her natural heat, tongue swirling, sucking the salt off her skin until she was gasping, thighs rubbing together desperate.

Every lick made her weaker—moaning louder, body arching, completely surrendered.

She was mine to clean.

And I wasn't stopping until I tasted every drop.

Man, her body like that—pinned helpless, sweaty with those fuller curves on full display—was dangerous. I wanted to fuck her all night just like this, keep her glistening and trembling, never let her clean up.

My dick rubbed against her lower stomach—smearing precum in sticky trails as I stayed focused on her armpits, tongue swirling deeper, sucking the salt off her skin, inhaling that fresh, musky workout scent mixed with her natural heat until she was gasping, thighs rubbing together desperate.

Every lick made her weaker—moaning louder, body arching hard against the tile, completely surrendered, wrists straining in my grip but not fighting.

She was losing to it—eyes rolling back, hips bucking subtle like she was already close just from my tongue in her pits.

"Aaahhh... Alex... it's too much..." she whimpered, but her free leg hooked around my waist, pulling me closer.

I switched sides—devouring the other armpit just as rough, biting the tender skin light, making her cry out.

Then I focused on her humongous boobs—sweaty, glistening, that deep cleavage full of salty drops calling me in.

I released her arms, guiding one massive tit to my mouth with my hand—licking slow and thorough, tasting the salty sweat, boobs so slippery they kept popping from my lips. I buried my face in her cleavage next—tongue dragging deep, cleaning every inch, fuck, she was a goddess moaning like that, getting her sweaty body worshipped.

She grabbed my head, pulling me harder—"Aahhh... yes... lick me clean..."

I knelt lower, hands on her hips, licking her stomach fully—tongue flat over the soft curve, dipping into her navel, swirling and sucking the sweat out. I bit the skin rough—she gasped, thighs trembling.

Her pussy was dripping now—mixed sweat and juices running down. I spread her legs wider while she leaned back against the tile for support.

Looked at the view—wet, pink, begging. I leaned in close, inhaling first—that musky, fresh workout scent mixed with her arousal—then licked slow over her lips, tasting everything.

I was cleaning her top to bottom—no excuse, no rush.

Her thick, juicy thighs were next—soft but firm from the gym. I guided her to turn, get on all fours right there in the shower.

She obeyed fast—arching deep, pushing that majestic ass back, glancing over her shoulder with hungry eyes, wanting to watch me worship her.

The view—ass and pussy exposed, sweaty and glistening—was too much. I grabbed her cheeks, spreading them wide, and buried my face again—inhaling deep that sweet, filthy aroma before licking slow from pussy to asshole, savoring every drop.

I lost to the temptation completely.

I started licking her ass and pussy like a madman—no mercy, no pause—tongue plunging wild and deep, lapping up every trace of sweat and wetness, tasting her raw workout heat mixed with her dripping arousal. My face smeared slick, nose buried in her crack, I devoured her holes like I'd never eat again.

My dick was begging—throbbing hard, leaking precum down my thigh, screaming to stop the lick play and slam into her ass.

I spat thick on her asshole anyway—even though it was already soaked—rubbing it in with my tongue, spreading the mess all over her holes, making her twitch and clench.

"Please... Alex... put it in..." she begged, voice wrecked, hips pushing back desperate, body shaking.

But I wasn't done eating her out.

I grabbed her hips harder—fingers digging deep into the soft flesh—and shoved my face in deeper, tongue-fucking the life out of her. Pussy first—thrusting fast and rough, then asshole, circling and pushing inside, sucking her clit hard between switches.

It would be a waste not to give this ass the full treatment.

I had a position in mind to properly take it—and make her break from shame.

Autumn was still on all fours, ass eaten raw and trembling. I pulled her up gentle but firm—guiding her to sit back on her folded knees, ass touching the floor lightly, front body lowered on her elbows, back arched deep. Knees spread wide from the front—a filthy twist on frog position, pussy hovering just above the ground, open and dripping, but high enough for me to slide in perfect.

She settled into it—looking like pure filth, body folded and presented, glancing back over her shoulder with excited, broken eyes, waiting for when I'd shove my cock in.

Her pussy leaked heavy—juices dripping slow to the floor in thick strings, asshole twitching from my tongue.

I made my dick see her like that—throbbing harder at the view.

Then I moved close—rubbing my slick head on her asshole first in that frog position, pressing slow, teasing the ring.

She moaned deep—"Aahh... Alex... yes..."—pushing back greedy, body begging.

I continued rubbing my dick on her asshole, then up her arched back, sliding over her sweat-slick skin, making her lose control—hips bucking, moans turning desperate as she tried to chase the friction.

But I thought—I'll fuck her ass on the beach. Her pussy was dripping, begging for attention now.

I slid my dick lower—slow, deliberate—and pushed into her pussy while she held the lewd position. It was so low I had to bend my knees deep to fuck her right, thrusting steady, hitting every sweet spot from that angle.

She trembled hard—sometimes losing the pose from the front, arms shaking, unable to control the pleasure, interrupting my rhythm.

I stood up fast, pulled her up with me, and slammed her against the glass shower wall—boobs squishing flat against the cool surface, legs spread a little, standing full height.

I got behind her, made her squeeze her thighs tight together—so her pussy had just a tiny, tight entrance—and pushed in after spreading her cheeks.

Then I fucked her like that—hard, deep thrusts making her bounce, tits squishing harder against the glass with every slam, ass rippling back into me.

"Ahh... Alex... harder, please..." she begged, voice breaking.

I went harder—losing control, pounding relentless until she shattered—coming hard, no shyness left, squirting hot down her thighs and the floor.

I thrust through it a while longer—then came hard too, pulsing thick ropes deep in her pussy, filling her completely as we both panted heavy.

I pulled out slow—cum leaking down her legs—and pulled her close, kissing her hard, tasting sweat and us.

"You wanna shower with me?" I asked, voice rough.

"Yes, Alex..." she whispered, kissing back hungry.

We turned the water on hot—washing each other slow, hands soapy and roaming. She took extra time on my dick—stroking gentle, cleaning but teasing, eyes saying she wanted it again.

-x-X-x-

But we had to pack for the trip.

We finished quick—toweled off, grinning, bodies still buzzing.

Then Autumn left—after one last deep kiss at the doorway, her tight gym clothes clinging damp to her curves again, sweat and our mess making them stick even more. She'd change as soon as she got home.

The door clicked shut.

There I was in my apartment, fresh from my third shower of the day. Wow.

Body clean, mind filthy, replaying the morning—Aunt Melanie, Helen, Tiffany, Brittany, now Autumn. This building was a goldmine.

I started packing—nothing fancy. A few loose shorts, easy to slide off when things got heated with the MILFs, some comfortable shirts, swim trunks for show, shades, charger. Basics.

I didn't need much clothes anyway—I planned on staying naked most of the time at that beach house, buried in one thick body or another.

Bag zipped quick. Light and ready.

Then I thought—I should call Lily back. I'd been checking my phone when Autumn showed up; hadn't even replied to Judy's latest text yet.

I dialed Lily.

"Hey, Lily—you called?" I said casual, acting like I didn't already know the details from Tiffany.

"Yeah, Alex," she said, sounding a little rushed but warm. "Just reminding everyone—we need to leave by 11 p.m. for the station. We'll take cabs from the building, so be ready, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be ready," I said. "Where are you right now?"

"I'm out—had some building-related stuff to handle," she replied. "Is your shower fixed now?"

"Yeah, it's perfect," I said, grinning at the memory of Helen's sinful body "fixing" it—and me.

"Great. See you tonight, then."

"Yeah, okay. Bye."

I hung up.

Lily was busy today—as always. She handled everything: booking the place, organizing the trip, making sure it all ran smooth. Hardworking as hell. But damn, I would've loved to make her work hard on my dick right now. It had been too long since I slipped inside her tight hole—my cock missed her bad, the way she clenched and moaned when I took control.

No worries, though.

Plenty of time to fuck her senseless on the beach. Long weekend ahead—nights under the stars, no interruptions.

I smirked, tossing my phone on the bed.

Then my phone buzzed—FaceTime from Judy.

Damn, this woman was full of lust. She couldn't wait, even after I'd told her I was busy this weekend.

I sat on the bed properly, propped against the headboard, and accepted the call.

Before I could speak, I froze at what I saw.

Judy—shirt open, bra slid down under her massive tits—was squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples, background looking like her office. Tall buildings visible through the window behind her—personal office, probably, that's why she could get away with this.

Damn. I could just imagine her colleagues staring at that sexy body every day, getting hard in meetings, clueless she was this filthy.

"Aaahh... Alex... I miss you so much," she moaned, twisting her nipples, eyes half-closed.

My dick twitched hard. "Hey, Judy... looking good," I said low, grinning.

She was in full heat—me ignoring her after letting her body know my cock had made her addicted. She missed it bad.

"Alex... why are you ignoring me?" she whimpered, squeezing harder. "See how sensitive my nipples are... begging for you..."

Man, Neil's mom was a slut through and through—FaceTiming her son's friend like this, shirt open in her office. But I didn't mind one bit.

"Squeeze them harder," I ordered. "I want to hear you moan."

She obeyed like the perfect slut—pinching rough, moaning loud, eyes squeezing shut, tits jiggling in her hands. Those boobs were huge—overflowing even her grip.

"Bite your nipple," I said. "Take it in your mouth."

She did—leaning down, big tits flexible enough to reach, sucking and biting her own nipple hard.

"Aaahhhh..." she moaned louder, definitely loud enough someone outside her office could hear.

"Hey, Judy," I said casual, stroking myself slow off-camera. "I told you—I'm going on a trip."

"Alex... can I come with you... please?" she begged, still playing with her tits, eyes desperate. She'd go anywhere if it meant my dick in her.

"I don't think so," I said, smirking. "It's just for residents of the apartment complex. And how would I explain to everyone that my friend's mom wants to tag along?"

"Aahh... Alex... I miss you so much..." she moaned, one hand drifting lower. "I'd let you fuck my ass all day..."

The offer was tempting—damn good—but I couldn't just call Lily and add another MILF to the list. I already had a full team of thick, horny women going to the beach house.

Plenty to keep me busy.

"Save that ass for when I'm back," I said low. "Be a good girl and wait."

"Alex... I'm so wet..." she moaned, completely ignoring me, fingers moving faster between her legs on camera.

Then—a sharp knock on her office door.

She straightened fast, eyes wide. "One minute!" she called out, yanking her fingers free, pulling her clothes together quick.

"Alex... I'll call you later," she whispered hurried, hanging up before I could reply.

Damn—she was so lost in heat she'd FaceTimed me from her office without thinking someone could walk in.

But fuck, she'd made me hard again.

Anyway, I was gonna rip that ass apart after the trip. She'd given me the perfect reason.

Thinking about all the good times ahead, I lay back—and without realizing, drifted off to sleep.

I woke up groggy—how many hours later?—to my phone buzzing nonstop and loud banging on the door.

What the hell... which century am I in? I rubbed my eyes hard, heart racing.

Phone screen lit—missed calls from Lily, Autumn. Clock read 10:30 p.m.

Shit—I'd slept like the dead.

I stumbled to the door quick, still half-asleep, shorts and shirt rumpled from the nap.

Opened it.

There they were—Tiffany and Brittany, fully ready with trolley bags at their feet, looking relieved the second they saw me.

Tiffany smiled wide, that teasing spark back in her eyes. "Get ready, Alex—we're leaving for the beach."

Brittany stood beside her, biting her lip shy but excited, glancing at me like she remembered every second from earlier.

They'd probably thought I was bailing—or asleep ignoring calls—ready to drag me out if needed.

The trip was starting now.

-x-X-x-

I smiled. "Give me two minutes."

I left the door open as they stood there—Tiffany smirking, Brittany biting her lip—and rushed inside.

My trolley bag was already packed from earlier. I just threw on cargo pants—loose enough for comfort on the long ride—and a simple comfy t-shirt. Phone in pocket, bag in hand, locked the door behind me.

We headed to the elevator together—Tiffany, Brittany, and me from the third floor. It wasn't even 11 yet; they liked being early, part of their yearly routine. The synergy was obvious—they'd done this trip enough times to have it down perfect.

Down in the lobby, the group was gathering.

Lily and Autumn were already there with their bags—Lily in cargo pants that hugged her perfect ass, red t-shirt casual but sexy; Autumn in a short skirt showing off those toned, thick gym thighs.

We joined them on the lobby sofas.

Then the Asian couple approached—the Vietnamese pair Lily had mentioned before.

The husband, Mr. Tran, carried the trolley bag—skinny, not tall, early 40s, polite smile. Behind him walked his wife.

Damn.

Lan was short, but thick in all the right ways—different charm from the taller MILFs. She wore a long, tight gray one-piece dress that clung like a second skin, boobs jiggling heavy with every step, thick thighs rubbing together, ass swaying full and hypnotic.

I couldn't stop staring.

She caught me looking—blushed deep but smiled shy, waving small.

I waved back, grinning.

"Hey, Mr. Tran," I said, offering a handshake.

He took my hand in a firm shake. "You must be Alex," he said with a polite nod—probably knew my name from Lily's list of everyone coming on the trip.

"Yes, that's me," I replied, smiling back.

"Meet my wife, Lan," he said as she stepped closer.

Up close, her thickness hit harder—short but packed with curves, dress straining over her chest and hips.

"Hey, Lan," I said, shaking her soft hand. Our fingers lingered a second—she blushed harder, eyes flicking down shy.

Her boobs were massive in that dress—way tighter than the others' comfy travel clothes.

She was dressed to turn heads.

And she was turning mine.

Her husband skinny beside her—I wondered if he could even get past those thick folds properly. Didn't matter.

My dick was already stirring—fully recharged after the nap, ready for whatever this trip threw at me.

This Asian MILF was really shy—shyer than all the ladies here. She kept glancing at me, quick little looks, blushing every time our eyes met. I always smiled back, slow and knowing. Damn, I wanted to see how far she'd go when I broke that shyness completely—turn her into a begging mess for my cock in that thick, juicy ass hidden under the tight dress.

She kept looking while her husband was busy staring at his phone, clueless.

Lily was outside calling the cab drivers, checking where they were.

Soon, after a little waiting, the cabs arrived—two of them lining up outside the glass lobby entrance.

We all grabbed our trolley bags and headed out. Only me and Mr. Tran were the males in the group—and he didn't even count. No way he could compete with me filling these MILFs.

Two 5-seaters—perfect for seven people.

"Mom, we need to wait for her," Brittany said louder to Tiffany.

"Yeah, baby, we're just loading bags," Tiffany replied. "We're not leaving yet."

"How long is she gonna take?" Lily asked, like she knew who was coming.

"She'll be here any second," Brittany said, checking her phone.

I had no idea what they were talking about. Was this everyone?

"Here she is!" Brittany said excited, waving and jogging closer.

And there she was—this Colombian girl with that perfect caramel skin tone, long curly hair bouncing, wearing a tight crop top and tiny denim shorts.

God—her thighs were toned and thick, sexy as hell, shorts riding high enough to show the curve where they met her ass. The crop top hugged her flat stomach and full tits, putting even the MILFs to shame. Same age as Brittany, but damn—she looked delicious in the night light, glowing under the lobby lamps.

"You took so long!" Brittany laughed, linking arms with her as she walked up slow with her trolley bag.

"My mom dropped me a little far," she said, smiling bright. "Hey, Tiffany!"

"Welcome, Gloria," Tiffany called. Then to the group: "Hey guys, this is Brittany's BFF Gloria—I told you she's coming with us."

"Hi, Gloria—nice to have you," Lily said warmly.

Oh—so this was Brittany's best friend. Lily must've made an exception since they were tight. Only building residents allowed normally, but whatever.

I wasn't complaining one bit. She looked smoky hot.

Gloria looked at me—eyes lingering, then giggled and whispered something in Brittany's ear.

What the fuck were they talking about?

Brittany whispered back, and they both turned—looking me up and down slow, lusty smiles spreading.

Damn. Whatever Brittany was planning with her friend, I was ready.

This trip just got a whole lot spicier.

Now we were eight people—bags loaded quick into the trunks of the two cabs, everyone shuffling to board.

Mr. Tran called shotgun in one car, his wife Lan sliding into the back seat, glancing at me with that shy but hungry look, like she wanted me right next to her for the ride to the station. I smiled back but held off—didn't want to make the guy lose his mind this early by taking his wife's attention too obviously.

The other MILFs kept eyeing me—subtle (and not so subtle) glances, trying to figure out where I'd sit, each wanting the seat next to me for that short cab ride. I could see it on their faces: the thrill of having me close, even just for the drive, thighs brushing, "accidental" touches.

But I waited—letting everyone board first.

Mr. Tran called from the front again, "We're getting late—everyone get in fast!"

This motherfucker talked like he owned the trip, like he was the most important person here. I smirked inwardly. I'd make him so wrong soon enough.

The MILFs looked at each other—quick, competitive—who'd grab the spot next to me first?

-x-X-x-

The MILFs were still looking at each other.

But Brittany and Gloria beat them to it.

Brittany grabbed my hand sudden. "Mom, us young guys are riding together," she said loud, pulling me toward the second cab where the back three seats were empty.

Gloria followed, giggling.

Brittany slid in first, then yanked me in beside her, right in the center. Gloria hopped in on my other side, closing the door quick.

I was sandwiched—thick thighs pressing against me from both sides already.

The other MILFs—Tiffany, Lily, Autumn—stood outside a second, faces a mix of surprise and playful annoyance as they realized the girls had snatched me.

Tiffany recovered first, smirking as she climbed into the front passenger seat of our cab.

Lily and Autumn ended up in the other cab, looking a little sulky as they climbed in—glancing back at our car with that playful pout, like they couldn't believe they missed out on sitting close to me even for the short ride.

The cabs pulled out—city lights blurring past.

Brittany and Gloria didn't waste a second.

They "talked" to each other constantly—leaning across me suddenly every few minutes, pressing their soft tits against my arms and chest "accidentally," laughing loud at nothing funny, bodies shifting closer with every turn the cab took.

Thighs squeezed tight against mine from both sides—warm, thick, deliberate. Brittany's hand "innocently" rested on my leg, fingers tracing slow circles. Gloria leaned in to whisper something to Brittany, her breath hot on my neck, boobs squishing harder against my arm.

Tiffany up front glanced back in the mirror—smirking, knowing exactly what was happening, but playing cool.

The cab smelled like perfume and heat—girls giggling, pressing, teasing the whole ride.

Both these girls knew exactly what they were doing, and I wasn't complaining one bit.

"Hey, Gloria—nice to meet you," I said low, turning to her as the cab rolled smooth through the city lights.

"Hi, Alex," she replied, voice sweet with that light accent, smiling slow. "Nice to meet you too."

"How'd you know my name?" I asked, though the answer was obvious.

"Brittany talks about you all the time these past few days," she said, eyeing Brittany teasingly, grabbing her best friend's hand like they shared every secret—then resting their joined hands right on my bulge, casual but deliberate, without a care.

Brittany blushed but grinned, squeezing Gloria's hand tighter against me.

"Wow... what does she talk about?" I asked, shifting a little to give them better access, dick twitching hard under the pressure.

"She tells me everything," Gloria said, smile turning wicked, leaning in closer so her crop top brushed my arm, olive skin glowing under the passing streetlights. "We're best friends."

Brittany joined in, rubbing her free hand on my other thigh now—slow circles, inching higher. "Yeah... everything."

"I heard you helped her choose a bikini for the beach," Gloria said, her smooth hand sliding closer to my bulge, fingers brushing the outline through my cargo pants.

"Yeah, I did," I said casual, voice rougher as they both pressed tighter.

"Nice," Gloria murmured, eyes dropping to my lap. "I'm gonna rely on your advice too. I was confused what to wear."

I'd rather you wore nothing, I thought—staring at her boobs straining the crop top, olive skin glistening, toned thighs flexing in those shorts.

"We have some fun plans in mind," Brittany added, voice breathy, her hand joining Gloria's now—both teasing my hardening cock through the fabric, fingers tracing the outline slow and deliberate. "We're sure you'll like them."

The cab hit a bump—they "accidentally" pressed harder, giggling low, thighs squeezing tighter against mine.

Damn.

These two were dangerous together.

My dick was getting teased merciless by these two best-friend sluts—stroking, rubbing, pressing just enough to make me leak precum already, soaking through my pants. I couldn't do anything real with the driver up front, so I just took it, breathing slow, letting the torture build.

Gloria was really hot—face with that exotic charm, full lips, dark eyes, curly hair framing everything perfect. I wanted to rub my hard dick all over her pretty face, make her my slut on this trip. She'd come knowing damn well what I'd do to her—Brittany had told her everything.

She kept teasing—thinking I wouldn't do anything in the cab, hand bold on my bulge, smiling like she had control.

Carefully—without letting anyone notice—I wrapped my left hand around Gloria's waist. Damn, her skin was smooth, thin waist flaring into those hips. I grabbed hard, fingers digging in.

She trembled instant—body jolting subtle, breath catching. Her hand on my bulge faltered.

Brittany was listening to music on her AirPods now, looking out the window sometimes, glancing at us but not catching my move yet.

I massaged Gloria's waist harder—slow circles turning firm, pulling her closer into me.

One moment ago she was playing dominant, teasing like she'd done this a thousand times, acting experienced so I wouldn't think she was new to this.

But the way she breathed—shaky, quick—with a real man's hand on her waist, feeling her up, showed how inexperienced she really was. She got horny sudden and hard—nipples tightening fast through her crop top, visible in the passing streetlights.

She leaned into me more—body melting, pretending to adjust but really chasing my touch.

We were on a dark stretch of road now—streetlights sparse, cab interior mostly shadows.

I took the chance to show her who I really was—no matter what Brittany had told her.

I slid my hand up from her waist—quick, hidden—and pressed her boob hard, squeezing the full, firm weight through her top.

She melted—"Aah..." soft gasp escaping, eyes fluttering, body going limp against me for a second.

Her tits were really big for her age—perfect handful, responsive as hell.

She didn't stop me—just trembled harder, hand squeezing my bulge on instinct now, like she needed something to hold.

Brittany glanced over—smirking, catching on quick—but stayed quiet at first, popping one AirPod out to listen closer.

She knew exactly what I was doing now—hand squeezing Gloria's tit hard under her crop top, making the girl tremble—so Brittany wanted in.

She set her phone and AirPods aside, hand sliding bold to my bulge, stroking firm through the cargo pants until I was fully hard, throbbing under her palm.

Both of them knew what was happening in the dark cab now—streets pitch black outside, just our outlines visible up close, driver focused on the road, Tiffany dozing against the window up front, tired and oblivious.

Brittany got crazy—tugging my loose pants lower without bothering with button or zip, just enough to free me. My cock sprang out, dying to be surrounded by these sluts.

She took it in her hand—warm, confident—starting to stroke slow, pulling the foreskin back and front, thumb circling the head slick with precum.

Tiffany was out cold up front—Brittany knew her mom best, knew we had privacy back here.

I was still making Gloria lose control—just from squeezing and pinching her big tit, nipple hard as rock under my fingers. Then I slid my hand to the back of her head, pulling her close, and kissed her dirty—deep, tongue pushing in possessive.

She kissed back inexperienced—eager but unsure, lips soft and trembling. This girl was really fresh—virgin territory almost—and that wouldn't be the case for long.

Then I guided her hand down—Brittany catching on instant, grabbing Gloria's wrist and placing it on my bare cock.

Gloria froze—fingers brushing the thick shaft for the first time, eyes widening in the dark as she felt the size, the heat, trying to make out how big it really was in the shadows.

Brittany's hand guided hers—showing the full length, wrapping Gloria's fingers around it, making her stroke slow while Brittany joined, both hands working me together now.

Gloria's breath hitched—shaking, turned on bad, shy act crumbling as she felt what Brittany had been bragging about.

Two best friends—sharing my cock in the back of a cab, stroking in sync.

The way Gloria looked—confident, teasing, like she knew exactly how sexy she was—drove me wild. But she was inexperienced, and that made me even hornier.

I was going to stretch her virgin holes wide on this trip, turn her into my perfect little slut, and the thought alone had my dick throbbing harder.

They were both still stroking me—Brittany teaching Gloria the rhythm, showing her how to grip tight, twist at the head, make me leak more. Brittany had some experience from me now, guiding her best friend's hand like a pro.

I slid one hand to Gloria's thick thigh in those denim shorts—damn, she was thick and tight, gym-toned muscle under soft skin. I rubbed higher, closer to her panty line over the fabric, pressing firm to show her what was coming on the trip.

She obeyed—thighs parting subtle, breath hitching, letting me feel the heat radiating from her pussy.

We kept it going in the cab—quiet, risky—until the streets lit up near the station.

Soon we reached—both cabs pulling up at the platform. I tucked my dick back quick, they adjusted clothes, giggling nervous.

We got out—Brittany waking Tiffany with a shake. "Mom, we're here."

Tiffany blinked awake, stretching. "Already?"

We grabbed our bags—Autumn and Lily's group unloading too. I went to help them, carrying Autumn's heavy one with a grin—she thanked me with that look.

Lan struggled getting out of her cab—short but thick, dress riding up her thighs. I offered a hand.

She took it—blushing deep at my touch, fingers lingering. "Long journey ahead," I said, helping her down steady.

"Yes... I'm looking forward to the beach," she murmured shy, eyes flicking down then away.

Damn—imagine this thick-ass wife in a bikini at the beach, curves on full display while her husband watched clueless. Men would lose their minds wanting to fuck her on all fours right there. I would.

We all gathered with bags—cabs pulling away one after the other.

Lily had the tickets on her phone, leading us inside the station to the platform.

"We have four roomettes on this overnight train," Lily explained, glancing at me with that subtle heat. "Each has bunk beds. Mr. and Mrs. Tran can take one, and the rest of us can decide who shares with who."

It was a roomette train—seats converting to bunks, private enough for... fun.

I didn't care who I got room with—my dick was hard, throbbing from the cab ride teasing, and I wasn't holding back tonight.

"Maybe Alex and I share a room," Mr. Tran said sudden, smiling like he was doing me a favor, adjusting his bag.

Motherfucker. Not you.

I wasn't even considering him. Although his thick wife was more than welcome.

"No, Mr. Tran," Lily cut in smooth and quick, smiling polite but firm. "You should be with your wife."

She knew exactly what she was doing—couldn't say it openly, but she wasn't letting him anywhere near me. The other MILFs exchanged quick glances—relief, amusement, heat.

Mr. Tran shrugged, a little confused but nodding. "Of course, of course."

Lan blushed deeper, eyes flicking to me shy for a second.

The group relaxed—tension broken, everyone knowing the real pairings would sort themselves out once on board.

Lily checked her phone again. "Train's pulling in—let's grab our spots."

We moved onto the platform as the overnight train rolled in slow—lights glowing warm in the windows, engine humming low. Helped each other hoist trolley bags up the steps—me taking the heavier ones from Autumn and Tiffany, hands brushing deliberate, smiles lingering.

Inside the corridor was narrow, cozy—wood panels, soft lighting, the gentle sway already starting as we found our roomettes.

They weren't next to each other—one near the front, two scattered middle, one farther back.

Perfect for me—no interruptions when I wanted privacy.

The Trans took the first one—Mr. Tran polite, Lan giving me one last shy glance before the door clicked shut. We bid them goodnight.

Brittany called out quick—"Why don't me, Gloria, and Alex stay in one? We could play games all night—I don't even feel like sleeping."

She said it innocent—big eyes, like it was just board games and gossip—but we all knew better after the cab.

Lily smiled but firm—almost aunt-like with Brittany, knowing her for years. "Brittany, you and Gloria take this one and get some sleep. We have to wake up early tomorrow—long day ahead at the beach."

Brittany pouted half-hearted—fully turned on from the cab teasing, Gloria beside her biting her lip to hide a grin—but they took the second roomette anyway, dragging bags in.

As the door closed, both shot me a look—hungry, promising.

We moved ahead down the corridor—now just me and the three original MILFs: Lily, Autumn, Tiffany.

The air shifted—thicker, charged.

Lily glanced at the numbers. "Two left—middle and end."

Tiffany smirked slow, leaning in a little, eyes locked on mine. "Alex... you pick who you want to share with." She said it casual, but the way she let it hang—putting it all on me—was pure tease, like she knew I would choose her.

Autumn leaned against the corridor wall, skirt riding up her toned thighs just enough to flash more skin, inviting me between those legs without a word.

Was I tempted? Hell yes.

Lily stayed quiet—watching, lips curved subtle, waiting.

"Why don't we flip a coin?" I said, grinning.

They all looked at each other—quick glances, nods, excited little smiles, the corridor air thick with anticipation.

I grinned. "I'll take this roomette," I said, nodding to the middle one. "Now you two—heads or tails first?" I turned to Autumn and Tiffany, pulling a coin from my pocket. "Winner gets next round with Lily. Loser goes to next."

Autumn's eyes lit up. "Heads."

Tiffany smirked, confident. "Tails."

I flipped it—high in the air, catching it on my palm.

Tails.

"Tiffany wins," I said.

Autumn's face fell for a split second—disappointment flashing before she hid it with a playful pout. "Fine... next time."

Then it was Lily vs. Tiffany for the spot with me.

Lily smiled soft but determined. "Heads."

Tiffany leaned in, eyes on me. "Tails again."

I flipped once more—coin spinning, landing clean.

Heads.

"Lily wins," I announced.

Tiffany sighed dramatic. She shot me a look that promised payback later.

"Best of three?" Autumn suggested, but Lily jumped in quick.

"No need," she said, eyes sparkling. "Alex and I will take the middle one."

She said it fast—too fast—excitement slipping out as she grabbed her bag.

Tiffany and Autumn shot her looks—playful but sharp, like why'd you snatch him so quick?

Lily just smiled innocent. "So Autumn and Tiffany—you two are together for the journey. Enjoy." She sent them their digital tickets quick on their phones, then turned to me, nodding toward the middle roomette. "Come on."

Tiffany and Autumn watched me go—eyes dark, knowing damn well they'd have to behave tonight, just sleep while I was steps away with Lily.

They headed to the end roomette, glancing back once—promises for tomorrow.

Lily and I slipped into the middle one—small but cozy: two bunk beds, seats that converted, tiny table, dim lights. Door clicked shut behind us.

The train rocked gentle as it pulled out—heading into the night.

Lily set her bag down, turning to me with that look—finally alone.

"Flipping a coin was fair," she said soft, stepping closer.

"Yeah," I said, pulling her in by the tiny waist. "But we both know how bad you wanted this room."

We went in for a kiss—hard, deep, tongues tangling hungry like we'd been starving for each other. I missed Lily bad—we hadn't been alone like this since that night Autumn crashed our plans. But now? She was mine all night, to do whatever the hell I wanted.

I pulled her closer—hands dropping to her ass cheeks, grabbing hard through the cargo pants. That curve—perfect, tight, the way the fabric hugged her made it even sexier.

She moaned into my mouth, pressing tighter, hands sliding up my back.

I squeezed harder—spreading her cheeks, feeling the muscle flex under my palms. I remembered how tight her asshole was that night—took a ton of lube just to get in, gripping me like a vice.

"You missed me that much, Alex?" she whispered breathy, feeling how rough I was, how desperate.

"Yeah," I growled against her lips, squeezing again. "Missed you every night, Lily. Missed this sweet ass."

She moaned deeper—arching back into my hands, pushing for more.

We were alone now—door locked, train rocking gentle, no interruptions. She'd wanted this moment since booking the tickets, not knowing who she'd end up with.

But fate—or that coin—gave her me.

I cupped her boobs next—full, heavy under the loose shirt, thin fabric letting me feel everything. I squeezed rough, thumbs circling her nipples until they poked hard.

"Aaahhh... Alex..." she gasped, pulling me closer, hips grinding against my bulge.

I bit her nipple through the shirt—teeth grazing the hard peak, fabric damp from my mouth.

She cried out soft—"Fuck... yes..."—body trembling, hands tangling in my hair.

"Aahh, Lily... you're making me lose control," I rasped, biting the other one harder. "There are people on the train..."

She laughed low—husky, turned on.

She started kissing my neck—soft at first, then hungry, lips sucking marks into my skin like she'd missed the taste of me for months.

We crashed into another deep kiss—moaning endlessly, tongues battling, hands roaming desperate. The train rocked gentle, but we were anything but.

I stopped her just long enough to pull her shirt up and off—revealing a thin white crop vest with tiny straps, the kind of nightwear that hugged her curves like a second skin, barely containing her massive tits. Then I unbuttoned her cargo pants slow—watching her eyes the whole time, her biting her lip hard as I peeled them down her hips.

They dropped to the floor.

Just a white panty left—already soaked, clinging to her pussy lips, outlining everything.

I rubbed her there—pushing fingers lower, feeling the heat, the wetness through the fabric before sliding under, fingering her slow.

"See how wet you are?" I rasped against her lips, thrusting two fingers deep.

"It's all your fault, Alex..." she moaned, hips rocking into my hand, eyes fluttering.

I stripped fast—shirt off, cargo pants gone—throwing our clothes in a pile. No need for them anymore.

Her boobs were peeking from the vest—so big, so tight, nipples straining hard against the thin fabric. I grabbed them rough—squeezing without pulling the vest down, feeling them overflow my hands.

She melted into me—body going soft, moaning deep.