Chapter 2475 - MS 24

"Well," Autumn said, leaning down so her heavy breasts pressed against my chest, "while they're here, you can always come to my apartment whenever you want. My bed is big enough for two..."

"Yeah?" I replied, my voice rough with pleasure.

Autumn's pussy suddenly spasmed around my cock, tight, hot, and greedy with jealousy and possessiveness. The moment I mentioned my cousins, she started riding me harder, almost desperately, as if trying to remind me exactly who I should be focused on.

I grabbed her fat, juicy ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing them roughly to brace myself. My fingers sank deep into the soft, plush flesh as she bounced on my cock, her thick ass rippling with every downward thrust.

"Ahhh... can't you just tell them you're busy this week, Alex?" Autumn moaned, her voice dripping with need. She leaned forward, pressing her heavy breasts against my chest while rolling her hips in deep, sensual circles, trying her best to milk my cock. "You don't need them here when you have us... we can take care of you every single night."

I never had any sexual encounter with my cousin sisters, but the way these three MILFs were reacting, getting so possessive and competitive, made it very clear they were worried I might.

Their jealousy was almost adorable, and honestly, it turned me on even more.

"Yeah, Alex," Lily said from my side, her voice soft but insistent. "You don't need to listen to your mother. Just tell them you're busy."

"I would if I could," I replied, groaning as Autumn kept riding me with deep, possessive rolls of her hips. "But let's just have them come. I heard they're coming for some work in the city. I'm sure they won't stay long."

Autumn's pussy clenched even tighter around my cock as I spoke. She was clearly jealous and determined to remind me what I already had. Her thick, juicy ass bounced steadily on my lap, her warm, wet walls milking me with every downward thrust.

Her juices coated my shaft and dripped down my balls as she rode me harder, almost aggressively, trying to prove that three experienced, horny MILFs were more than enough for me.

The possessiveness in the room was thick and palpable. All three women were silently competing for my attention. Lily's fingers traced teasing circles on my chest while she watched Autumn with narrowed eyes.

Tiffany gently squeezed my thigh, her hand occasionally brushing my balls, as if marking her territory too.

I squeezed Autumn's fat ass cheeks even harder, digging my fingers deep into the soft flesh and pulling her down onto my cock as far as she could take me. Her body trembled on top of me, her heavy breasts bouncing against my chest with every movement.

I couldn't take it anymore. The heat surrounding me was overwhelming, three warm, soft, horny MILF bodies pressed against me, Autumn's tight pussy gripping and milking my cock as she rode me with desperate need.

"I'm coming," I groaned, my voice rough and strained. I grabbed her thick ass cheeks hard with both hands, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh as I pulled her down onto me.

"Let it all out... ahhh," Autumn moaned, resting her full weight on top of me. She kept slowly rolling her hips, grinding her pussy down on my cock as I started unloading my warm cum inside her again.

Thick, heavy ropes of my cum shot deep into her warm, welcoming pussy. I could feel every powerful spurt painting her inner walls as she continued to move on top of me, milking me with her tight, greedy walls.

Her juicy ass flexed in my hands while her soft breasts pressed heavily against my chest. She let out a long, satisfied moan, clearly enjoying the feeling of being filled once more.

"Ahh, fuck..." I groaned as I kept cumming.

I came hard, heavy, thick spurts shooting deep into her womb. Each powerful jet drained more of my energy, my body trembling beneath her as I filled her up for the second time. The pleasure was almost too intense, like I was pouring my soul into her.

Autumn's juicy, curvy body rested fully on top of me, her soft breasts squishing against my chest, her warm belly pressed to mine, and her thick ass filling my hands perfectly.

I felt like I could die from the pleasure while shooting rope after rope inside her. These MILFs had completely drained me tonight, and yet they still wanted more.

Completely exhausted, my eyes started to feel heavy. My body was spent.

"Sleep, Alex," Tiffany said softly, gently stroking my hair as she looked down at me with a caring smile. "You need your energy for tomorrow."

I nodded weakly, too tired to speak. My cock was still buried deep inside Autumn's warm, cum-filled pussy as she stayed on top of me, gently rocking her hips in slow, soothing movements. She rested her head on my chest, her thick body covering mine like a warm, soft blanket.

Lily and Tiffany cuddled up on either side of us, their warm bodies pressing against mine, hands gently caressing my skin. The three of them surrounded me completely, soft breasts, thick thighs, and loving touches everywhere.

With my cock still nestled inside Autumn and their warm bodies wrapped around me, I finally drifted off to sleep, completely drained but utterly satisfied.

The three MILFs had taken everything I had tonight.

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After what felt like forever, I slowly woke up. Soft morning light was spilling through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the room.

I felt like I had been sleeping on warm clouds. My body was completely surrounded by soft, plush, feminine warmth. As I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Autumn's peaceful face resting on my chest.

She was still on top of me, her thick, curvy body draped over mine like a living blanket. My cock was still nestled deep inside her warm pussy, comfortably held in her heat.

To my right, Lily was curled up against my side, one of her heavy breasts pressed against my arm. On my left, Tiffany was spooned close, her thick thigh thrown over my leg, her hand resting possessively on my chest.

I moved my hands and wrapped my arms around Autumn's soft waist, holding her closer. She let out a tiny, contented sigh in her sleep, nuzzling deeper into my neck.

As I shifted slightly, Lily stirred beside me. She blinked sleepily, then smiled when she saw I was awake.

"Hey... you're awake," she whispered, her voice still husky from sleep. She leaned in closer and pressed a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek, her warm lips brushing my skin gently.

"Yeah," I replied quietly, my voice rough. "What time is it?"

"Let me check," Lily said softly. She reached over to the bedside table, picked up her phone, and glanced at the screen.

"It's 11 AM," she told me, placing the phone back down.

"Oh..." I muttered, surprised at how late it had gotten.

Lily propped herself up on one elbow, her heavy breasts shifting beautifully with the movement. She looked down at me with a mix of warmth and reluctance. "Do you have to be somewhere?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "I have some stuff at college today."

The moment I said it, Lily's expression changed. A small pout formed on her lips as she gently traced her fingers across my chest. Autumn was still sleeping peacefully on top of me, her thick, warm body draped over mine like a living blanket, my soft cock still nestled comfortably inside her. Tiffany remained curled up on my other side, her arm wrapped around my waist.

Lily leaned down and placed another slow kiss on my collarbone, her breath warm against my skin. "Do you really have to go right now?" she asked softly, clearly hoping I'd say no.

"Yeah, it's really important," I said, gently running my hand along Autumn's back. "And don't you all have your jobs?"

I knew Lily managed the building stuff, and Autumn had a job. Only Tiffany was a housewife.

"Yeah, I have work," Lily replied, leaning down to kiss me slowly and deeply, her soft lips lingering on mine. "But that can wait."

Her kisses were so soft and sensual that my cock twitched inside Autumn's warm pussy.

"Mmm... Alex..." Autumn moaned sleepily, slowly waking up as she felt the movement inside her.

"Hey, wake up," I said with a small laugh, gently jiggling her thick, soft body on top of me.

"I don't want to," she mumbled, pressing soft, lazy kisses on my nipples, her warm tongue flicking over them lightly.

I grabbed her plump ass cheeks with both hands and enjoyed the moment a little longer, squeezing the juicy flesh while her body rested fully on mine. I still had to meet Michael and Neil later, but right now it was hard to pull myself away from this.

As we were all lazily waking up on the bed, bodies tangled, warm, and relaxed, my phone suddenly rang on the bedside table.

"Who is it?" I asked, gesturing for Lily to check it.

Lily reached over to the bedside table and picked up my ringing phone. She glanced at the screen before handing it to me.

"It says Michael," she said softly.

I took the phone from her and saw that he had called multiple times already. We had all been so deep in sleep that none of us had even noticed the ringing.

I answered the call.

"Hey," I said, my voice still thick and rough from sleep.

"Dude, where the hell are you?" Michael sounded impatient. "You should have been here by now."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I replied, moving my free hand slowly down Autumn's back, feeling the soft, thick curves of her body as she lay on top of me. "I'm just... stuck with something right now."

"Yeah, but please hurry up," he urged. "Neil is all set. We already have some MILF applicants waiting."

"Yeah, bro, I'll come," I said. "I just need to take a shower first."

"Okay, be quick," Michael replied and hung up.

I lowered the phone, letting out a tired breath. Lily immediately took it from my hand and placed it back on the bedside table.

"What was that?" she asked, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on my chest.

"We have to submit a group project," I lied smoothly. "That was my friend reminding me to be on time."

"Oh..." Lily said, not fully convinced but letting it slide for now. She pressed her soft body closer to mine, her heavy breasts squishing warmly against my side. "You're going to take a shower? Might as well take it together."

"Yeah," I agreed with a small laugh. "I really need one right now."

We all smelled strongly of sex, a thick, heady mix of sweat, cum, and feminine arousal. My cock was still dirty, coated with the combined juices of all three women, and my skin felt sticky. The entire bed was a warm, messy testament to the long night we had just spent together.

Autumn and Tiffany were still sleeping peacefully. Autumn occasionally shifted on top of me, her warm, thick body moving slightly as my cock slowly hardened again inside her pussy.

I carefully pulled out of her, trying not to wake her. As my cock slipped free, she let out a soft, sleepy sigh and rolled onto her left side, closer to Tiffany. Her thick, juicy body jiggled beautifully as she settled down on the mattress.

Lily stood up from the bed and offered me her hand to help me get up. I took it, and we both walked naked toward the bathroom. Lily kept holding my hand the entire way, gently guiding me like she didn't want to let go even for a second.

As we stepped into the bathroom, Lily turned on the shower. Warm water immediately cascaded over us, the steady stream feeling heavenly after the long, intense night. We stood close together under the spray, pressing our naked bodies front to front.

The hot water washed away the dried cum, sweat, and sticky remnants of everything we had done, rinsing it all down our skin in slow, soothing rivulets.

"It was really a good night," Lily said softly, her voice warm and affectionate. She squeezed some fragrant body lotion into her palms and began cleaning me like I was a king.

Her soapy hands glided slowly and lovingly over my chest, shoulders, and abs, massaging the lotion into my skin with gentle, caring strokes. She took her time, making sure every inch of me was washed and pampered.

"Yeah, it was the best," I replied, lifting my arms so she could clean me properly. The combination of the warm water and her soft, attentive touch felt incredibly relaxing.

Lily smiled up at me as she worked. Her hands moved lower, sliding over my stomach, then down my thighs, before finally wrapping around my cock.

"You are so dirty here," Lily said.

She stroked me slowly and thoroughly with the soapy lotion, cleaning every trace of the previous night's activities.

"Yeah, it really needs some serious cleaning," I smiled as Lily worked her soapy hands up and down my cock, stroking me slowly and thoroughly.

She made me hard again in no time. My shaft thickened and rose under her attentive touch, but I didn't have time to cum right now. Michael was waiting for me, and apparently there were several desperate MILFs already lined up for the casting.

"Busy day today, huh?" I asked her, squeezing some body lotion into my palms and beginning to clean her body in return. My hands glided over her heavy breasts, soapy fingers circling her nipples before sliding down her soft belly and wide hips.

"Yeah, so many chores," Lily replied, clearly enjoying my touch. Then she added casually, "Hey, Alex, do you remember the Indian maid from the beach house?"

"Yeah, I do. What about her?" I asked, continuing to wash her thick thighs.

"I have to finalise a room for her and her daughter in this building," she said, speaking naturally about her work managing the property. "She'll be joining the cleaning staff in a few days."

"I'm sure you'll find a good one for her," I replied, my hands now moving over her round ass, gently squeezing the soft flesh.

I already knew Maya would be joining the staff at our building, but Lily didn't know that, and it was better to keep it that way.

We stood there together under the steady stream of warm water, bodies pressed close, enjoying the quiet, intimate moment. The bathroom filled with steam, and the only sounds were the gentle patter of water and our relaxed breathing.

Lily continued washing me with devoted care, her hands exploring every part of my body as if she wanted to memorize it. For a few peaceful minutes, there was no rush, no urgency, just the two of us sharing a tender, sensual shower after an unforgettable night.

After Lily had cleaned me properly, we rinsed off all the soap and dried ourselves with fresh towels. I wrapped the towel low around my waist and stepped out of the shower. Lily followed right behind me, her own towel wrapped around her body, barely containing her heavy breasts.

Tiffany and Autumn were still fast asleep on the bed, tangled together in a warm, naked pile. We didn't disturb them.

We quietly got dressed. I pulled on an oversized black t-shirt and a pair of casual grey pants. Lily slipped back into the clothes she had worn the night before, her half-unbuttoned shirt and casual shorts.

"Let's meet later," I said, grabbing my phone from the bedside table. I leaned in and gave Lily a soft, lingering kiss.

"Bye," she whispered against my lips, smiling warmly.

I left all three MILFs in my apartment and headed out for college.

I took the elevator down, stepped onto the street, and quickly caught the subway. The ride was fast, and I reached college in about half an hour.

I walked straight toward the usual spot where Michael and I always met. He was already waiting there, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, looking impatient.

"Hey, I'm here," I said as I reached Michael.

"Thank god," he replied with obvious relief. "I thought you bailed on me."

"Where's Neil?" I asked.

"He's already at the office we prepared for the casting," Michael said. "We'll head there after the last lecture. I told the MILFs to show up at 2 PM."

It was only 12 PM right now, so we still had two full hours to kill.

As we were discussing the plan, a familiar voice called out from behind me.

"Hey, Alex!"

I turned around.

It was Aria.

She stood there looking like an absolute princess, tight denim shorts that hugged her toned legs and perfect round ass, a cropped top that showed off her flat stomach and the soft underside of her perky breasts, and a cute backpack slung over one shoulder.

Her hair was loose and flowing, and she had that effortless, glowing beauty that always turned heads.

"Hey," I said, smiling as I took her in.

It felt like we hadn't seen each other in a really long time, even though it had only been a few days. The moment our eyes met, that familiar spark was still there.

I was the one who had taken Aria's virginity, even though she was supposed to stay pure for her fiancé.

She walked closer to us with that graceful, confident stride of hers.

"Hey, Aria," Michael greeted her casually.

"Hey," she replied politely to him, but her eyes quickly shifted to me.

"How long has it been?" she asked, her voice soft but carrying a hint of something deeper.

"Yeah... how long?" I echoed, smiling at her.

"Alex, I need to talk to you about something," Aria said, her tone suddenly serious, like it was urgent.

"Yeah, what is it?" I asked.

"Why don't we go to class? We can talk there," she suggested.

I nodded. The three of us started walking toward the classroom together, chatting lightly as we moved through the campus.

Aria stayed close to my side the whole way. Every now and then her arm would brush against mine, and I could feel the familiar tension between us, the secret we shared, the day I had claimed her innocence, and the fact that she was still engaged to someone else.

We reached the classroom. It was English literature lecture with some male teacher I didn't even know. The room was half-full, students chatting quietly before the class started.

Aria and I sat together at the very last bench, while Michael took a seat a few desks ahead of us. The moment we sat down, Aria scooted close to me. Without hesitation, she placed her hand on my thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Alex," she said softly, her voice low enough that only I could hear, "would you be my date?"

I looked at her, slightly confused. There wasn't any prom night or college event coming up that I knew of.

"My family is hosting a royal banquet," she continued, her eyes locking onto mine with a needy, almost vulnerable look. "And I want you to be my date."

She kept her hand on my thigh, fingers gently squeezing as she waited for my answer. Her touch was warm and possessive.

"But aren't you engaged?" I asked quietly. "And your whole family knows it."

"Yeah, Alex... and according to tradition, I'm supposed to go with him as my date," Aria said, her voice soft but firm. She looked straight into my eyes, her fingers still resting on my thigh. "But I don't want to. I want to go with you, Alex. He'll be there, but I don't care about him anymore."

There was a quiet intensity in her gaze. After what had happened between us, especially that heated incident in the principal's office, Aria had completely fallen for me.

She couldn't imagine being with anyone else now. The spark that started when I took her virginity had grown into something deeper, something that made her willing to defy tradition and family expectations.

Aria came from a royal family. If they were throwing a grand banquet, that meant powerful and wealthy people from all over the country would be attending, politicians, businessmen, other royal families. It wasn't just a party. It was a high-society event where appearances mattered.

She leaned a little closer, her voice dropping to a whisper only I could hear.

"I know it's complicated... but I want you there with me. Not as a secret. As my date." Her eyes searched mine, vulnerable yet hopeful. "Please, Alex."

"Yeah, I'll be there, Aria. Just for you," I said, placing my hand over hers on my thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you, Alex," she whispered, relief and happiness lighting up her face. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek softly, a sweet, lingering kiss that carried more emotion than it should have in the middle of class.

"But when is it?" I asked.

"It's tomorrow night," she replied.

Michael, sitting a few desks ahead, turned around and noticed how cozy we were. He punched the air dramatically and gave me a knowing grin, then tapped his watch impatiently, reminding me we had somewhere to be.

I just waved Michael off lazily, not bothering to hide how little I cared about being on time right now. My full attention stayed on Aria.

She really was beautiful. Every guy and girl in the class kept stealing glances at us, their eyes filled with obvious envy.

Aria had that rare, effortless kind of beauty that turned heads without her even trying. The way she sat so close to me, her arm lightly brushing mine, made the whole classroom feel smaller.

"So, what did you do this weekend?" she asked, her voice soft and curious.

"I went to a beach," I said.

"Really?" She gave me a playful pout, her eyes sparkling. "You should have called me. I would've loved to come." Then her expression brightened as she pulled out her phone. "Oh, by the way, we still haven't exchanged numbers."

She held her phone up with a bright, hopeful smile. We tapped our phones together and quickly shared contacts.

"I would have invited you," I told her, "but it was a trip for just the people living in my building."

"You live with your parents?" she asked, tilting her head curiously.

"No, I live alone," I replied, remembering how my parents had kicked me out. At the time it had hurt, but now it felt like a blessing in disguise, it had given me the freedom to live exactly the way I wanted.

If I hadn't moved into the apartment building I live in, I never would have met these incredible MILFs — Tiffany, Autumn, and Lily. I was living in my own personal paradise surrounded by beautiful, experienced, and very eager women, and I loved every second of it.

"You're going to invite me over one of these days, aren't you?" Aria murmured, her eyes shimmering with playful intent.

"You wouldn't like it," I said with a smile. "You live in a mansion, after all."

She punched my chest lightly, a cute pout forming on her lips. "It's not like that, Alex. Really, I would love to come over."

She took my hand in hers, interlacing our fingers. Her touch was warm and gentle, but there was a quiet possessiveness in the way she held on.

"I would invite you," I said sincerely.

"And tomorrow, you're invited to my place. Don't forget," she reminded me, squeezing my hand.

"I know you wouldn't let me forget," I replied with a grin.

We sat there smiling and talking quietly, completely lost in each other. The male teacher walked into the class and started lecturing, but neither of us paid any attention. The world outside our little bubble at the back of the classroom faded away.

All that mattered in that moment was the spark between us.

Aria's thumb gently stroked the back of my hand as we whispered and laughed softly. Every now and then she would lean a little closer, her shoulder brushing mine, her perfume faintly reaching me. The rest of the class might as well have been invisible.

"You two have something to share with the class?" the male teacher called out sharply when he noticed us giggling softly at something.

"No, sir," Aria replied quickly, both of us lowering our heads with small, guilty smiles.

The moment the teacher turned back to the board, Aria's hand slowly slid higher up my thigh. She felt the growing bulge in my pants and paused, her fingers pressing lightly against it. We both looked at each other, eyes locking in silent understanding.

She remembered the first time she had touched me, the way her hand had trembled with nervousness and excitement.

We couldn't speak now. The teacher had already given us a warning. So instead, Aria moved her fingers upward and tugged gently at the waistband of my pants, her eyes giving me a clear, mischievous command to lower them.

I unbuttoned my pants and slowly pushed them down just enough. My cock sprang free, bouncing heavily between us. It was clean and still slightly flushed from the shower earlier.

Aria glanced around quickly to make sure no one was looking, then softly wrapped her delicate fingers around my thick girth. Her touch was warm and gentle, but there was a hungry confidence in the way she held me now, so different from that first shy touch days ago.

She gave me one slow, teasing stroke, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head as she bit her lower lip, trying to keep her breathing steady.

-x-X-x-

"You could stay at my place tomorrow night, Alex," Aria whispered, leaning in so close that only I could hear her. Her voice was soft, almost shy, but her eyes were shining with excitement as she imagined me spending the night in her room, in her bed.

I nodded, not fully refusing, but not confirming either.

She smiled at my reaction and gave my cock a gentle squeeze, her fingers playing with it under the desk. I couldn't help letting out a quiet groan.

"Does it hurt, Alex?" she asked in the softest, sweetest voice, as if she was genuinely worried she had been too rough.

"Yeah, Aria... it hurts," I whispered back, playing along.

She bit her lower lip with a mischievous little smile and quickly gathered her long, open hair behind her head, tying it into a neat ponytail. The movement was so deliberate, she was clearly getting ready to soothe my pain.

Then she lowered herself under the desk.

Without hesitation, she took my cock into her warm, wet mouth.

"Ahhh..." I groaned softly, my hand instinctively moving to the back of her head, guiding her gently as she began to suck me.

I was getting sucked by the hottest girl in college, right in the middle of class, with the teacher droning on at the front of the room. The thrill was unreal. The day couldn't get any better.

Aria bobbed her head slowly and carefully, her tongue swirling around the head, sucking with just the right amount of pressure.

She was still a little shy, but eager, clearly remembering how good it had felt the first time and wanting to make me feel even better now.

Her ponytail swayed with every gentle movement, her soft lips sliding up and down my shaft while she tried her best to stay quiet. Every now and then she would look up at me with those big, innocent eyes, as if silently asking if she was doing it right.

I kept my hand lightly on her head, guiding her rhythm, trying not to moan too loudly while the rest of the class remained completely unaware of what was happening at the back bench.

She kept sucking me for several long minutes, slow, wet, and eager, her tongue swirling around the head while her lips slid up and down my shaft. The risk of getting caught in the middle of class only made it hotter.

Eventually, her jaw started to ache. She pulled off with a soft gasp, coming back up to sit properly beside me. Her lips were swollen and glossy, a thin string of saliva still connecting her lower lip to the tip of my cock before it broke.

She looked filthy and incredibly sexy, flushed cheeks, messy ponytail, and that innocent-yet-slutty expression that drove me wild.

"Does your jaw hurt?" I asked softly, reaching out to gently cup her chin with my hand.

"Yeah..." she admitted, a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry," I whispered, stroking her cheek with my thumb. "You know I don't cum from just head anyway."

She gave me a shy smile and quickly wiped her mouth with her handkerchief, cleaning away the evidence.

I quickly tucked my cock back into my pants and buttoned them up, trying to look as normal as possible.

Right then, the bell rang, signaling the end of the period.

Michael suddenly came running back to our bench.

"Alex, Neil just called," he said, glancing at Aria to make sure she wouldn't catch on. "He wants us both there right now."

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Where do you have to go?" Aria asked curiously, tilting her head.

"Oh, it's nothing," I said casually. "Neil just wants our help with something."

"Why don't we meet tomorrow?" I suggested to Aria, already standing up from the bench.

"Do you really have to go?" she asked, her voice soft and a little disappointed. "We still have a few lectures left..."

"Yeah, it's really important—hey, text me the address," I said, since I didn't know where Aria lived.

"I'll text you," she promised, giving me a small smile.

"Okay... bye," I said, leaning down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Bye," she replied, even though it was clear she didn't want me to leave.

I gave Aria one last look, she was still sitting there, watching me with those big, needy eyes, before I turned and walked out of the classroom with Michael.

As soon as we were in the hallway, Michael grinned and punched my arm lightly.

"Dude, what the hell was that? You and Aria? In class? You're playing a dangerous game, man."

I just smirked and shrugged. "You know how I am."

"What does Neil want?" I asked as we walked down the hallway.

"He says the applicants have already arrived and he can't handle them by himself," Michael replied, shaking his head with a grin.

"That guy..." I muttered, half-amused, half-exasperated.

We headed toward the fake casting office they had set up. It was only a few minutes' walk from the college campus. When we entered the main door, we saw several women already sitting in the reception area, looking around curiously. Neil was sitting behind the reception desk, looking slightly overwhelmed but clearly excited.

"Hey guys, you're finally here," Neil said, relief washing over his face the moment he spotted us.

"Yeah, thanks for holding the fort," Michael said as we both stepped into the next room.

Michael and Neil had done a surprisingly good job setting it up.

There was a comfortable couch against one wall, soft lighting, a camera on a tripod, and a table, two chairs, water bottles and a few snacks. It looked professional enough to pass as a legitimate casting setup, exactly what they needed to make the MILFs feel comfortable... and excited.

"Send them in one by one," I told Neil as we entered the room.

We closed the door behind us.

There was another room connected to the one we had settled in. I glanced at the closed door curiously.

"What's in that room?" I asked Michael.

He grinned, looking proud of himself. "We have a bed in there, bro."

Michael and I exchanged a quick, excited glance. The casting was about to begin.

-x-X-x-

"So, you ready?" I asked Michael, leaning back in my chair.

"Yeah bro, let's see what kind of MILFs have applied for casting," he said, pulling out a pair of fake glasses and sliding them on with a serious expression, trying to look like a professional producer.

"What the hell, bro?" I laughed, shaking my head at how ridiculous he looked.

"What? I have to look the part," he replied, completely serious.

"Okay... Neil, send the first one in," I called out.

A few seconds later the door opened and someone walked in.

It was an older woman. The moment she stepped into the room, the entire atmosphere changed. A strong, heavy smell of sweat, floor cleaner, and dust filled the air, the unmistakable scent of someone who had been working hard all day.

I recognized her instantly. It was the janitor from our college, the one who cleaned the hallways and classrooms every single day.

"Hello," she said politely, stepping forward and stopping in front of the table where Michael and I were seated.

"Hey, aren't you—" I started to ask, but the words died in my throat. She clearly didn't recognize either of us. She had probably seen thousands of students over the years, and to her we were just two more random guys.

She looked at me with a slightly confused, tired expression, waiting for us to begin.

She had big, heavy breasts that strained against her old, faded uniform shirt, but she was filthy in the literal sense, not the sexy kind. Her clothes were worn and slightly dirty from hours of cleaning, there were visible sweat stains under her arms, and her hair was tied back in a messy bun. She looked exhausted and completely out of place in this fake casting setup.

She really smelled kind of bad, a heavy, musky mix of old sweat, floor cleaner, and a long day's hard work that hit you the second she stepped into the room.

I glanced at Michael. He was staring at the janitor with hungry, wide eyes, like he had just seen the hottest woman alive.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Please take a seat," Michael said, trying his best to sound professional.

She nodded and sat down on the sofa opposite us. Her worn-out uniform stretched tightly across her heavy breasts, the fabric faded and slightly stained from years of cleaning.

This was not what I was expecting at all.

Michael noticed the horrified look on my face and leaned in close, lowering his voice. "Dude, what happened? Just play along."

"Okay," I muttered, forcing myself back into character.

I picked up the list of questions they had prepared earlier. "So... what kind of job do you have right now?"

"I'm a janitor at a college," she answered plainly.

"Smash. Next question," Michael whispered under his breath, almost desperately.

I shot him a glare. "Dude, what the hell?"

He ignored me completely and tried to look serious, resting his chin on his hands like a real Hollywood producer.

"Okay... a janitor," I continued, trying not to laugh. "And why do you want to apply for this casting?"

"I heard you'll be paying well," she replied honestly.

"Would," Michael whispered again, barely able to contain himself, still staring at her with that same hungry look.

I couldn't believe Michael was actually getting horny for this woman. Maybe he had a thing for smelly, working-class types. Either way, I didn't want to deal with her anymore.

"Okay," I said, trying to end this as quickly as possible. "So would you like to proceed to the next room and start filming the audition with my colleague here, Mr. Michaelangelo?"

I exaggerated his name on purpose, drawing it out dramatically.

The janitor paused for a moment and looked at me. She played nervously with a strand of her messy hair, her eyes suddenly filled with a hungry, almost desperate look.

"Umm... I was hoping you'd take my audition," she said, her voice lower than before.

Michael stared at me, his mouth slightly open, clearly thinking what the hell is happening here?

This woman had been seduced by me.

"I would join you both, but I'd like you to continue with him first," I said politely, giving Michael the chance he clearly wanted.

"I don't think so," she replied, "I would be happy to give my audition to you personally." As she spoke, she moved one hand up to her heavy breasts and gave them a slow squeeze, trying to tempt me.

But after the night I'd just had with three incredibly hot, thick MILFs, this woman was nowhere near the same level. She simply didn't compare.

Michael quickly jumped in before things got more awkward. "We've got your profile," he said, standing up and gesturing toward the door. "We'll call you if we think you're the right fit for our production. Thanks for coming."

The janitor looked disappointed but nodded. She gave me one last lingering glance before finally turning and leaving the room.

The moment the door closed behind her, Michael let out a long breath and turned to me with wide eyes.

"Dude... what the fuck was that?" he asked, half-angry, half-shocked. "She was straight-up hitting on you."

"No idea, man," I said, shaking my head. "I tried my best to get you in her pants. Let's just move on to the next one."

Michael looked like he was about to cry from frustration, but he nodded and called for the next applicant.

The pattern repeated itself in the most ridiculous way possible.

The second woman who walked in was a garbage collector. She was even smellier than the janitor, a thick, pungent odor of rotting trash and sweat filled the room the second she stepped inside.

Michael's eyes lit up like he had won the lottery, but she barely looked at him. Her gaze locked straight on me, and she started playing with her hair, trying to flirt.

Same thing with the third, a sewage cleaner. She smelled like she had spent the entire day knee-deep in the worst parts of the city. Michael was practically drooling, ready to drop to his knees and worship her pussy on the spot, but she ignored him completely.

None of the MILFs wanted anything to do with Michael while I was in the room.

Michael was getting more and more desperate with each rejection.

He really had chosen the wrong person for this.

I was getting fed up with this shit, every MILF who walked in was chopped. Then, to my surprise, a woman walked in, and her scent instantly changed the room.

"Hi," the woman said as she entered the room.

A young girl followed silently right behind her.

"Hey," I replied, trying to keep my tone professional.

I turned to Michael, who already looked defeated. "Aren't we only auditioning MILFs?"

"Yeah, bro," he muttered, sounding genuinely sad. "We only asked for 30+ women on the form. I don't know who she brought with her." He glanced at the young girl with clear disappointment.

"I'm sorry," the woman said politely, "would it be okay if my daughter auditions?"

So it was a mother-daughter duo. They walked into the audition room gracefully, both carrying themselves with surprising confidence.

The mother looked to be in her early 40s. She was wearing a white buttoned shirt with the top few buttons open, the fabric stretched tight across her large, full breasts. She paired it with tight black casual pants that hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, giving her a professional yet very curvy appearance.

The daughter was noticeably younger, wearing grey baggy track pants and a simple t-shirt that was tight across her plump, perky boobs, accentuating her youthful figure.

"Aren't you here for the audition?" I asked the woman directly.

"No, no," she said quickly, shaking her head. "I'm just accompanying my daughter."

"But ma'am, we clearly asked for women over 30 in the online form," I said, keeping my tone polite but firm. "Did you read it?"

I wanted her to audition as well. I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. The way her curvy body filled out those tight clothes, the way the white shirt stretched across her full breasts and the black pants hugged her wide hips, made her the first applicant who actually interested me.

"Yes, sir, I read that," the woman replied, sounding a little nervous. "But could you please let the age limit slide? We really need this gig."

"Why don't you both take a seat first?" I suggested, gesturing toward the couch. "Relax a bit."

"Thank you," the woman said with a grateful smile. She sat down on the sofa, and her daughter sat right beside her.

Both mother and daughter were really beautiful. The girl was clearly a younger version of her mother, same soft features, same brown hair, the same curvaceous figure, though still in that fresh, youthful stage. They both smelled nice too, a light, clean fragrance that was a welcome relief after the previous applicants.

For the first time since this awkward casting session began, I actually felt engaged.

The mother sat with her back straight, the open buttons of her shirt giving a teasing glimpse of deep cleavage. The daughter sat close to her, looking a bit shy but curious, her tight t-shirt hugging her plump breasts.

Michael, still wearing his ridiculous producer glasses, leaned forward slightly, trying to regain some control of the situation.

"I can understand why you really want this gig, I'm sure you saw the generous amount we would be offering if you pass the selection stage of our audition" I said, giving Michael a quick sideways glance.

We both knew there was no actual money involved.

"But how old is your daughter? Is she even 18?" I asked, glancing at the girl. She looked young and innocent, though she had a nice curvy figure.

"Yes, I wouldn't be here if she wasn't 18," the mother replied gently, wrapping an arm around her daughter in a proud, protective hug. "Actually, we just celebrated her 18th birthday yesterday night."

I blinked, genuinely surprised. "She just turned 18 yesterday... and you're here for a porn audition the very next day?"

The mother gave a small, almost embarrassed smile, still holding her daughter close. "We need the money, sir. Life has been hard lately, and this seemed like a good opportunity for both of us. She's an adult now, and she wanted to come here more than me."

The daughter sat quietly beside her mother, looking a little nervous but not scared. She kept glancing at me with shy curiosity, her plump breasts rising and falling with each breath under her tight t-shirt.

Michael was still trying to keep his producer face on, but I could see the wheels turning in his head.

The whole situation had taken an unexpected turn, a mother bringing her freshly turned 18-year-old daughter to a fake MILF casting session on the very next day after her birthday.

My dick twitched at her words. The situation was starting to turn me on in a way I hadn't expected.

"When you mention your financial situation," I asked carefully, "doesn't your husband support you?"

"We're in debt because of him, sir," the woman said, looking down at her lap with a mix of shame and resignation. "He has a gambling problem. My daughter wants to support her father... she really loves him. That's why she insisted I come with her."

I nodded slowly, processing everything. "So you're here to accompany your daughter to the audition. Are you sure you don't want to audition yourself? Originally, we didn't invite women under 30."

The mother hesitated for a moment, her hand gently resting on her daughter's knee. The girl stayed quiet, looking between us with a mix of nervousness and quiet determination.

"No sir, I love my husband," the mother said firmly, though her voice carried a hint of sadness. "Even though we need the money, I wouldn't be able to cheat on him."

The moment she said that, something dark and possessive stirred inside me. Now that she had declared her loyalty to her husband, I had even more reason to want to shove my cock into both mother and daughter.

I wanted to slap their asses together, watch them scream with pleasure, and ruin them for anyone else, especially the gambling husband who couldn't take care of them.

"Sorry, we don't allow anyone under 30 to audition," Michael said, trying to sound serious and professional behind his ridiculous glasses.

"Please sir," the daughter spoke up for the first time, her voice soft and innocent. "I really need this job."

Her big, pleading eyes looked straight at me. She was young, fresh, and clearly desperate.

"Let me think," I said, leaning back in my chair as if I was genuinely considering it, even though my mind was already racing with filthy ideas.

The way both of their juicy bodies looked, the mother's full, heavy breasts straining against her shirt and her wide, child-bearing hips filling out those tight black pants, combined with her daughter's perky, plump tits and tight young curves, made me want them both badly.

I wanted to ruin them.

-x-X-x-

The mother sat there protectively beside her daughter, while the girl kept glancing at me with nervous hope. The air in the room had become thick with tension, a strange mix of innocence, desperation, and my growing arousal at the thought of corrupting them both.

Michael shot me a quick sideways look, clearly wondering what I was going to do next.

I wanted to bend the mother over and fuck her while her daughter watched, then make the daughter ride me while her mom held her hand. The contrast between the experienced, loyal wife and her freshly turned 18-year-old innocent daughter only made the urge stronger.

"Dude, seduce the MILF," Michael leaned in close and whispered in my ear, making it look like we were discussing protocol. "There's no way she doesn't want cock. Just look at her body, damn."

"Yeah bro, ain't no way," I replied, my eyes locked on the thick mother's figure. It was obvious she was shy and loyal, she had probably only ever seen her husband's dick her entire life. She was a faithful wife and a devoted mother.

But there was no chance I was giving either of them to Michael. I was claiming both the mother and the daughter for myself. And just like with the previous MILFs, they wouldn't agree to get fucked by him while I was in the room.

"You sure you don't want to audition yourself?" I asked the mother again, my gaze openly drifting over her full, heavy breasts and wide, child-bearing hips.

"Yes sir, please audition my daughter," she replied, her voice polite but firm, though I could see a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.

"Usually we don't break our protocol," I said slowly, pretending to consider it carefully. "But if you insist, we could overlook the age limit this one time. However, you'll have to assist your daughter inside while we film."

As the words left my mouth, my mind was already flooding with filthy images, bending the shy, loyal mother over and fucking her senseless while her innocent 18-year-old daughter watched, then making the daughter join in so I could claim them both, side by side.

The mother hesitated for a long second, her hand gently resting on her daughter's knee. Then she nodded.

"Okay... if that's what it takes."

Michael grinned beside me like a kid who had just won the lottery, clearly thrilled at the idea of having both mother and daughter in the room. But I already knew exactly how this was going to play out.

Both the mother and the daughter were going to be mine.

I had to let Michael know kindly, but I already knew both the mother and daughter would insist that I was the one they wanted.

"So, why don't you go into that room and let Mr. Michael here set you up?" I said, looking straight at the innocent daughter. "Your first scene would be sucking his dick. Is that okay with you? Sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"I'm Chloe," she said nervously, her voice soft and shy, cheeks turning pink.

"And what's your name?" I asked the mother.

"I'm Maria," she replied, blushing slightly as she shifted in her seat.

"Great. Now, would you like to proceed to the filming session for the first scene?" I asked calmly.

Before the mother could answer, Chloe spoke up again. Her big, innocent eyes locked onto mine with surprising boldness.

"Sir... would you be able to take my audition?" she asked, her voice trembling with nervousness but also clear hope.

"No need to bother Mr. Alex, Chloe," Michael quickly cut in, standing up with a big grin. "I'm more than happy to take your audition." He was already moving toward the door to the next room, clearly eager to get some action.

The mother, Maria, looked between her daughter and Michael, then back at me. There was a moment of hesitation in her eyes, she could sense the shift in the room.

Chloe, however, kept glancing at me, her plump breasts rising and falling faster under her tight t-shirt, clearly more interested in me.

"Sorry, sir... I'd like Mr. Alex to join me for the audition," Chloe said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, yet clear enough for everyone to hear.

Her mother quickly spoke up, placing a protective hand on her daughter's knee. "Please—Chloe isn't comfortable around just anyone, especially men. She's always been very shy around them."

"Oh, I see," I replied, leaning back slightly in my chair. "But Chloe, you know you need to be confident if you want to act in the porn industry, right?"

"Yes sir, I know," she answered, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "But this is my first time... and I'm scared."

My cock jumped at her innocence. That girl was clearly a virgin, shy around men, and probably had never even had a boyfriend. The thought of being the first one to break her in sent a fresh surge of arousal through me.

The thought of breeding both mother and daughter, hearing their moans when I filled them one by one, made my dick twitch with excitement.

Michael sat back down with a defeated sigh, finally understanding what was happening. The same pattern from the previous applicants was repeating itself, the women, and now even the daughter were choosing me over him without hesitation.

The mother, Maria, looked between her daughter and me, a mix of concern and reluctant acceptance on her face. Chloe kept her big, innocent eyes fixed on me, waiting for my response, while her plump breasts rose and fell faster under her tight t-shirt.

"Okay, bro, you can take their audition," Michael said with a resigned sigh. "I'll be here waiting."

"You sure, bro?" I asked, giving him one last chance.

"Yeah, no worries," he replied, taking off his ridiculous fake glasses and tossing them onto the table. He knew they weren't going to help him now.

"Okay then, please proceed to the room." I gestured to the mother and daughter.

-x-X-x-

Maria and Chloe stood up from the sofa. The mother smoothed her tight black pants over her wide hips, while the daughter nervously adjusted her t-shirt that clung to her plump breasts.

They walked toward the door leading to the next room, their bodies moving with a natural, feminine sway. I followed right behind them, my eyes locked on their asses, Maria's mature, thick, child-bearing curves and Chloe's tight, youthful, perky ones.

As they opened the door and stepped inside, I glanced down at my own cock. It was already rock-hard again, straining visibly against my pants after Aria's blowjob and the fresh wave of arousal from this unexpected mother-daughter duo.

The room they entered was dimly lit, with a large bed in the center, a camera on a tripod, and soft lighting that made everything feel intimate and private. Maria and Chloe stopped near the bed, turning to face me with a mix of nervousness and quiet anticipation.

I closed the door behind us with a soft click, sealing the three of us inside. I glanced back at Michael one last time through the narrowing gap. He looked defeated, sitting alone in the outer room, his fake producer glasses now lying useless on the table.

"So, why don't you both take a seat on the bed?" I said calmly to the mother and daughter.

Maria and Chloe nodded and moved toward the large bed in the center of the room. The mother sat first, smoothing her tight black pants over her wide hips, while her daughter sat beside her, looking nervous but trying to stay composed.

The bed dipped slightly under their combined weight, their bodies close together.

I walked behind the camera tripod and pretended to adjust the settings. Everything about this setup was fake, the whole casting was a scam we had thrown together for fun. The camera didn't even have a memory card, it was completely empty.

But I made a show of it, turning dials and checking the viewfinder like I was a serious director.

"Okay, Chloe, are you ready?" I asked, turning the camera toward her and her mother.

"Yes, sir," Chloe answered, her voice soft and shaky.

"Should I get off the bed?" her mother asked, starting to stand up, thinking she might be in the frame.

"No need," I said smoothly, leaving the camera and walking toward them. "I want you to assist your daughter since it's her first time. She might need you."

Maria sat back down, looking a little relieved but still uncertain. Both mother and daughter were now sitting side by side on the edge of the bed, watching me as I approached.

The mother's full breasts strained against her white shirt, the top buttons still open, while Chloe's tight t-shirt hugged her plump, perky boobs.

Their bodies looked incredibly tempting, one mature and experienced, the other fresh and innocent.

I stopped right in front of them, my cock already half-hard again under my pants from the sheer situation. The air in the room felt thick with anticipation.

As I stood in front of them, both mother and daughter stared openly at the obvious bulge in my pants. It was hard to miss, thick, heavy, and already straining against the fabric after everything that had happened today.

They both tried to look away, their cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but their eyes kept drifting back, drawn to it like they couldn't help themselves.

"Chloe, have you seen a dick before?" I asked her directly, noticing how she was staring at it like it was something out of this world.

"No sir... not really," she answered shyly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What exactly do you mean by not really?" I pressed, letting both of them get a full view of my bulge. It twitched under their gaze, becoming even more prominent.

Chloe hesitated, biting her lower lip. She glanced nervously at her mother, clearly afraid to say more.

"Go on, Chloe," I insisted, my tone calm but commanding.

"Tell him, baby," Maria said gently, placing a reassuring hand on her daughter's thigh. Her own eyes were fixed on the outline of my cock, a mix of curiosity and reluctant arousal on her face.

Chloe took a small breath, her plump breasts rising under her tight t-shirt. "I... I saw one once in a video. But never in real life."

The innocence in her voice combined with the way both mother and daughter were staring made the moment electric. Maria's hand stayed on her daughter's thigh, almost protectively, but she didn't stop her from looking.

"Oh, is that it?" I said, stepping closer until I was standing right in front of them. "Why don't you take it out, Chloe?"

She looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes, wide with shock and nervousness, like I had just asked her to do something truly filthy. Which, of course, I had.

Chloe hesitated for a heartbeat, then gave a tiny nod. Her small, trembling hand slowly reached forward and touched the thick bulge in my pants. She felt the hard, heavy shape of my cock through the fabric, her fingers tracing its length with shy curiosity.

"Yeah, just like that," I encouraged her softly, placing my hand gently on the back of her head. "Now take it out."

My cock twitched visibly under her touch. Chloe gasped, startled by the sudden movement, and pulled her hand back for a split second.

"Oh..." she whispered, her cheeks burning bright red.

"See? That's why I wanted you to be with your daughter, Mrs. Maria," I said, my voice low and calm, letting the weight of my words settle between us.

"Yes, sir," Maria replied, her cheeks flushed. "I told her she didn't need to think too much about her father's debt, but she insisted."

I looked straight at the mother, my eyes drifting over her full breasts and wide hips. "Why don't you let Chloe know how a woman handles a dick?" I asked, my tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.

"Me?" Maria asked, her eyes widening in genuine surprise.

"Yes," I said, stepping even closer to her until I was standing right in front of the bed. "She really needs help right now. Why don't you take my cock out and show your daughter how it's done?"

Maria's breath hitched. She glanced at her daughter, then back at the obvious bulge in my pants. Her hands trembled slightly in her lap as the reality of what I was asking sank in. Chloe sat beside her, innocent and wide-eyed, waiting to see what her mother would do.

The mother swallowed hard, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

She was getting aroused by the situation, being asked to touch another man's dick right in front of her own daughter. The forbidden thrill was clearly affecting her.

Maria slowly reached forward, her hands trembling slightly as she placed them on my pants. She unbuttoned them carefully, then lowered the zipper and tugged them down just enough. My hard cock sprang free, bouncing heavily between us.

Both mother and daughter stared at it.

Chloe looked completely innocent, seeing a real cock this size and girth for the first time in her life. Maria's gaze held a different kind of spark, the look of a married woman staring at a cock that wasn't her husband's.

"Chloe, watch carefully how your mother handles it," I said, looking straight at the daughter.

Chloe nodded obediently.

Maria reached out and wrapped her fingers around my thick girth. Her hand felt warm and soft as it closed around me.

"Ahh..." I moaned, the sensation sending a fresh wave of arousal through me.

Giving orders to this mother-daughter pair, watching them obey every command, was incredibly hot.

"That's it," I said, placing my hand gently on the back of Maria's head. I guided her downward, urging her to lower her mouth and take my cock between her lips.

I wanted to feel the warmth of her married mouth wrapped around me.

Maria slowly lowered her head and took my cock into her warm mouth, beginning to suck it with surprising eagerness.

Chloe watched her mother intently, realizing for the first time how an experienced woman treats a man's dick.

"Ahh, see, Chloe? Your mother knows exactly how to make a man feel good," I said, my voice low and encouraging. "You need to learn to be like her."

"Yes, sir," Chloe whispered, her eyes fixed on the scene, cheeks flushed.

Maria sucked me for several minutes, getting lost in the pleasure herself. She was sloppy and eager, using plenty of saliva, clearly enjoying the feeling of a cock this thick and hard after so long with only her husband.

"Now, let your daughter suck it," I said, pulling my cock out of Maria's mouth with a wet pop. A thick string of saliva still connected her lips to the head.

I quickly pushed my cock into Chloe's inexperienced mouth.

"Ugh... ugh..." she gagged almost immediately, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Take it slow, Chloe," I said gently, placing a hand on her head. "Don't try to take it all at once."

"Yeah, baby, don't rush," her mother guided her softly, pulling Chloe's hair back and helping her find a steady rhythm. "Just like that... nice and slow."

Chloe's eyes watered as she sucked me, clearly struggling with how big I felt in her fresh, tight mouth. She was doing her best, bobbing her head carefully while her mother coached her.

"Maria, why don't you undress?" I said, looking at the mother. "I need to show Chloe how a real woman takes a man properly."

"Okay, sir," Maria obeyed without hesitation. She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and slid down her pants, standing before us in just her bra and panties.

Her massive breasts looked even fuller barely contained by the lace, her mature curves on full display.

My mouth watered at the sight.

I pulled out of Chloe's mouth suddenly, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock.

"You too, Chloe. Get undressed," I ordered, already moving toward her mother.

I placed my hands on Maria's shoulders, caressing her skin as I slowly slid her bra straps down her arms.

"Sir... I've never let any other man see my body like this," she whispered, instinctively covering her breasts with her arms, a flush of shame and arousal on her face.

"Shhh," I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear. "Your daughter needs to see how it's done."

Maria nodded slowly, her resistance melting away. She let me feel her body, her breathing quickening as I took control.

I slowly removed her bra, letting her massive breasts spill free, then slid her panties down her legs until she stood completely naked in front of me.

Her body was full and mature, heavy breasts, soft belly, wide hips, and a thick, juicy ass that begged to be grabbed.

"Your boobs are so big, Maria," I said, squeezing them roughly in both hands, feeling their weight and softness.

"Ahh, sir... please be gentle on me," she moaned, her voice shaky with a mix of shame and arousal.

While I was roughly playing with her mother's breasts, Chloe had already removed her own clothes and stood naked beside her. Her young pussy was visibly leaking juices down her thighs, she was getting highly aroused, discovering what real pleasure felt like for the first time.

I leaned down and bit Maria's nipple hard, making her scream in pleasure.

"Ahhhh!" she cried out, then instinctively pulled my mouth closer to her chest, craving more.

"Both of you, get on the bed," I ordered.

I helped them climb onto the mattress, turning them around so they were on their hands and knees with their asses hanging right at the edge, perfectly presented for me.

Mother and daughter side by side, one mature and experienced, the other fresh and innocent, both ready and waiting.

My cock was rock-hard, throbbing with need.

I quickly pulled off my t-shirt and shoved my pants all the way down, kicking them aside.

I moved closer behind Maria, pressing the thick head of my cock against her pussy entrance.

"Ahhh... it's so big," Maria moaned, her voice trembling.

Chloe watched wide-eyed as her mother moaned, completely mesmerized by the sight.

"Watch carefully, Chloe," I said, my voice low and commanding, "as I fill your mother."

With that, I pushed forward and shoved my cock into Maria's married, faithful pussy. At first it resisted, tight from years of only knowing her husband, but then it welcomed me in, hot, wet, and silky.

I sank deep inside her in one smooth thrust, stretching her walls around my thickness.

Maria let out a long, broken moan, her body shuddering as she took every inch.

"Ahh, that's right, Maria," I said as I thrust deep into her pussy. "Tell your daughter how it feels."

"It feels so good, Chloe... ahhh," Maria moaned, completely lost in pleasure, all shame gone from her voice.

"Mom, can I take it now?" Chloe asked, watching her mother's face twist with ecstasy. She clearly wanted that feeling for herself.

"Not yet, baby," Maria replied breathlessly, not ready to share my cock just yet. "Let your mother teach you first."

"Yeah, Chloe, don't worry," I said, grabbing Maria's hips and slamming myself against her huge ass with every powerful thrust. "I'll fill you too."

Maria moaned loudly, while her daughter waited impatiently for her turn, eyes glued to where my cock disappeared into her mother's pussy.

After fucking Maria for a while, I pulled out and lined my cock up with Chloe's dripping, fresh pussy.

"Fuck, it's tight, Chloe," I groaned as I shoved myself in like an animal, not caring how much she could take at first.

"Ahhh!" Chloe cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as I pushed inside her slowly.

I took my time at first, sliding every thick inch into her incredibly tight pussy. My cock was pressed so tightly inside her that I could feel every flutter of her walls. Then I started moving, slow, deep strokes that gradually opened her up.

"Baby, are you okay?" Maria asked her daughter, watching with wide eyes as Chloe moaned in pleasure. It was her first time, and she was taking such a huge cock like a champ.

"Yes, Mom... it feels so good," Chloe gasped, her voice trembling with ecstasy.

I thrust harder into her, gripping her hips tightly as I drove deep.

Hearing the moans of both mother and daughter pushed me right to the edge. I wanted to shoot my cum inside their pussies.

"Lie down, Maria," I ordered, pulling out of Chloe.

Maria quickly lay on her back and spread her legs, inviting me in.

I shoved my cock straight into her soaked, married pussy and came hard, shooting thick, warm ropes of cum deep inside her.

"Ahh... it's so warm, sir," Maria moaned, her body shuddering as she felt me fill her.

"You too, Chloe," I said, turning to the daughter. "Lie down."

Chloe obeyed immediately, lying on her back and spreading her legs. I pulled out of her mother and shoved my still-pulsing cock into Chloe's freshly ruined pussy, then came again, pumping the rest of my load deep inside her.

The way I had just ruined both mother and daughter for everyone else sent a dark thrill through me.

I remembered Tiffany and Brittany, I hadn't taken them together in a long time, and now that Tiffany's husband was back, I wanted to ruin them both even more than before.

A fresh spark of hunger hit me. I needed to get back to my apartment and shove my cock into their pussies again.

I pulled out of Chloe's pussy and immediately shoved my cock back inside Maria's warm, motherly hole, wanting to shoot the last spurts of my cum deep into her.

Maria wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, locking me in place as I unloaded the final thick ropes inside her. I pulled her into a deep, devouring kiss, making sure she forgot everything about her husband in that moment.

"Ahhh... you came so much, sir," she gasped, glancing down between us where my cock was still buried inside her. She could feel how warm and full my cum had made her.

"Yeah, Maria," I replied, staying pressed against her body, enjoying the way her soft, mature curves molded to me.

After staying like that for a while, I slowly pulled my cock out of Maria.

Thick streams of my cum immediately dripped from her mature, well-fucked pussy, running down her thighs. Chloe's young hole was doing the same, leaking my seed onto the sheets beneath her.

This fake casting session had been meant to get Michael some easy pussy, but I had gotten the most out of it by far.

"So, Chloe, you still want to get into the porn industry?" I asked her as she lay there completely spent, breathing heavily.

"I don't think I would be able to handle the pressure, sir," she said with a shy, tired smile.

"Yeah," I replied, already starting to pull my clothes back on.

"Sir... can we meet again?" Maria asked, still lying on the bed with my cum slowly oozing out of her married hole.

"Yeah, why not?" I said. "You might already have my contact from the form you filled out."

I left both mother and daughter on the bed, their pussies dripping with my cum, and walked back into the outer room.

Michael and Neil were waiting for me there.

"Alright, he's back, Neil. Let's go," Michael said, both of them already standing and ready to head out.

"Hey, where are you going?" I asked as I finished adjusting my clothes.

"We booked a MILF hooker through an app. We're heading to a hotel room," Michael replied.

"Yeah, we realized that's the only way for us," Neil added with a shrug.

"Let me accompany you," I offered.

"No need, bro," Michael said quickly. "We don't want even an escort to reject us. And you already got some action today, leave some MILFs for us."

"Where are the rest of the applicants?" I asked as we moved back into the reception area.

"We sent them away," Michael replied.

Both of them looked a little down, the excitement of their original idea having faded into quiet disappointment. They had come up with this whole fake casting plan hoping to score some easy pussy, but in the end, almost every woman had been more interested in me.

They both said goodbye and left me there.

I quickly took the subway and reached my apartment. I rode the elevator up, stepped inside my room, and dropped straight onto the bed.

It was already evening. I felt exhausted and sleepy. My body was drained after everything that had happened today, but I still wanted to save some energy for tonight.

I planned to bring some MILFs from the building over and spend the night with them.

My eyes grew heavy. I closed them, letting sleep start to pull me under.

I sat on my bed as the banging continued, each knock louder and more impatient than the last.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Coming, wait!" I called out, frowning. Whoever was at the door clearly needed me urgently.

I pushed myself up, walked over, and opened the door.

Tiffany and Brittany stood outside my door, both looking flushed, a little panicked, and out of breath. They were holding something in their hands, small white stick type things.

"What happened? What's so urgent?" I asked, it was unusual for them to be banging on my door like this.

"Alex, we have something to tell you," Tiffany said as she pushed herself into my room, Brittany following close behind.

"Hey, why are you so panicked?" I asked.

Both of them seemed completely out of character, tense and restless.

Tiffany was wearing a simple one-piece white maxi dress that hugged every sinful curve of her thick, mature body, her heavy breasts, soft belly, and wide hips clearly outlined. Brittany stood beside her in casual shorts and a tight t-shirt that showed off her youthful figure, her cheeks still pink from panicking.

Tiffany took a deep breath and held up one of the pregnancy tests, the little window clearly showing two pink lines.

"Alex, I'm pregnant," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.

Brittany bit her lip and slowly raised her own test. It also showed two clear lines.

"Me too, Alex," she added quietly.

The room went dead silent for a second.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I blurted out, my voice echoing loudly in the apartment.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, even though it wasn't entirely surprising. The way I had been raw-dogging both of them for days, cumming deep inside their unprotected pussies over and over again, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Still, the reality hit me like a truck, and an uneasy feeling twisted in my stomach.

And I was sure they didn't even take any precautions, no pills, nothing at all. The thought hit me hard as I looked at them, both of them standing there, nervous and vulnerable, their expressions saying more than their words ever could.

Tiffany stepped closer, her hand instinctively resting on her belly. "We took the tests this morning... we've been feeling sick since last night, couldn't stop throwing up. We wanted to tell you as soon as possible."

Brittany stood beside her mother, cheeks flushed, nodding slowly. Her voice was quiet but steady. "We're both... carrying your babies, Alex."

"No way... you're both pregnant at the same time?" I said, staring at them in disbelief, as i felt something primal awaken in me.

A strange, primal heat spread through my body. My dick twitched and started getting hard, just from the sheer fact that I had knocked up both mother and daughter at the same time.

The thought of their bellies swelling with my children, two generations of the same family bred by me, awakened something dark and possessive inside me.

The air in the apartment felt heavier now, charged with shock, lust, and the weight of what this meant.

The three of us stood there in silence for a moment, the reality of the situation settling over us like a thick blanket.

As I was still trying to process what had just happened, the two pregnancy tests, the weight of knowing I had knocked up both mother and daughter at the same time, someone entered through the open door to my apartment.

It was Lily, rushing inside, followed closely by Autumn.

"Alex, I'm glad you're here," Lily said, stepping into the living room with urgency in her voice. "We need to tell you something."

"No way... you too?" I said, staring at them in disbelief as the pieces started to click.

Lily was wearing her usual denim shorts that hugged her thick thighs and a buttoned shirt that strained against her heavy breasts, making her look every bit as voluptuous as always.

Autumn was right behind her, still in her office attire, a fitted blouse tucked into tight black pants and a blazer, looking like she had come straight from work.

Both women were flushed and breathing a little fast, clearly having hurried over.

"What?" Lily asked, noticing my confused expression.

"Hey, Tiffany, Brittany, why are you here?" Autumn asked, glancing at the mother and daughter who were still standing in the room.

"Oh, we were just—" Tiffany began, but Autumn cut her off impatiently.

"Anyway, Alex," Autumn said, reaching into her purse and pulling out a pregnancy test kit. She held it up so I could clearly see the two pink lines. "I'm pregnant with your child."

"Oh hell naw," I said, unable to believe what I was hearing.

To my surprise, Lily spoke up next, stepping closer with a shy but excited flush on her cheeks.

"Yeah, Alex... I came here to tell you too. I'm also pregnant." She pulled out her own pregnancy test kit and showed it to me, the two bold pink lines clearly visible. "Autumn called me from her office and said she had taken a test. I had been feeling sick for the past few days, so I took one too."

The thought of carrying my child seemed to arouse her even more, her nipples visibly hardened under her shirt as she spoke.

As all four of them started talking at once, comparing symptoms, sharing how they had felt the past few days, and glancing at me with a mix of nervousness and quiet excitement, my phone suddenly rang on the bedside table.

I quickly walked over and picked it up. The screen showed "Aunt Melanie" calling.

"Shit... what does she need?" I thought to myself as I stared at the screen.

"Does she want to come over?" The thought crossed my mind immediately. I had made a promise to Aunt Melanie a while back that she could stay over at my apartment some night.

She couldn't have picked a worse time.

Still, I had to answer. I picked up the call, trying to sound normal while my eyes swept across the room.

"Hey, Aunt," I said, taking in the sight in front of me.

Tiffany and Brittany stood close together, both still flushed and holding their positive tests. Lily and Autumn were right beside them, all four women looking at me with a mixture of nervousness, excitement, and quiet possessiveness.

Every one of them was pregnant with my child. The shock of it all made my dick twitch and grow fully erect, straining hard against my pants.

"Hey, Alex... how are you?" Aunt Melanie replied, her voice sounding a little less energetic and less scolding than usual, almost tired.

I tried to keep my voice steady. "I'm... doing okay. What's up?"

"Alex, I was hoping if I could come over there tonight..." Before she could finish the sentence, I cut her off.

"Aunt, tonight won't be possible," I said quickly. "I'm really busy right now."

"But I had to show you something," she insisted, her voice taking on a softer, more intimate tone.

"What is it?" I asked, already sensing where this was going.

"You remember that rainy day at my house... how many times you came inside me?" she said, her voice soft and slowly deepening with arousal, each word deliberate, as if she wanted me to relive every moment of that intense, heated memory — the day I had fucked her hard and deep in her bed, unloading multiple thick loads inside my aunt's willing pussy.

"Yeah, Aunt... I kind of remember," I said, a strange feeling settling in my chest, as if something inevitable was about to happen.

"Yeah... I could really feel you came so deep inside me, Alex," she continued.

"And?" I pressed, my cock already starting to throb again.

"I'm pregnant, Alex," she said in a low, seductive voice that sent a jolt straight to my dick, making it harden like steel in my pants.

The words hung in the air.

My aunt — the same woman I had filled repeatedly on that stormy afternoon, was now carrying my child. The realization hit me hard, mixing shock with a powerful surge of primal arousal.

I glanced around the room at Tiffany, Brittany, Lily, and Autumn, all four of them already pregnant with my babies, and now this news from Aunt Melanie on top of everything.

My cock twitched visibly against my pants, fully erect again from the sheer filthiness of the situation. The thought of all these thick, mature women, my aunt included, swelling with my seed made something dark and possessive awaken inside me.

Tiffany, Brittany, Lily, and Autumn were still standing there, watching me with wide eyes as I stayed on the phone. They could sense the shift in my expression and the obvious bulge growing in my pants.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "Are you... sure?"

"Very sure," Aunt Melanie purred. "And I wanted you to be the first to know. Maybe I can come over soon so we can... talk about it properly."

While her call was still ongoing, another call came in. I glanced at the screen—it was Judy.

"Aunt, I'll call you back. I need to get something," I said quickly, hanging up on Melanie and switching to Judy's call.

"Hey," I answered.

"Alex, I really need to meet you tonight," Judy said, her voice urgent. "I'm in your apartment's parking lot. I'll be up there quick." She hung up before I could respond.

She didn't even need to say more. I already knew exactly where this was going.

"Who was it, Alex?" Lily asked, noticing how tense I had become during the calls.

"It was nothing," I said, trying to sound casual as I looked at the four women standing in front of me.

"Alex, why don't we decide our baby name?" Tiffany spoke up, her hand resting protectively on her belly. "If it's a boy, we'll name him—"

"Hey, Alex, we'll name our baby first," Lily interrupted, pressing her soft, warm body closer against my side. "You all get in line, right, Alex?"

The room erupted into overlapping voices as all four women started talking at once. Tiffany and Brittany exchanged glances, both clearly determined to have their say, while Autumn leaned in from the other side, her hand sliding possessively over my chest.

"I think 'Alexander Junior' sounds strong," Tiffany suggested, her voice sweet but firm.

"No, it should be something classic like 'Matthew'," Lily countered, her fingers tracing my arm. "Or maybe 'Ethan', it's modern but still handsome."

Brittany blushed but joined in quietly. "I like 'Liam'... it feels right."

As they were fighting over baby names, Lan walked through the door wearing a silky soft sundress that clung gently to her curves.

"Hey, what's happening here?" she asked, her eyes widening as she took in the scene, my room looking like a warzone of thick, pregnant MILFs all competing for my attention.

"Don't bother, Lan," I said, feeling completely exhausted and drifting.

"Alex, how are you? I need to tell you something," she said, blushing as she stepped closer, her voice soft and a little nervous.

"Let me guess," I replied, already knowing where this was going. "You're pregnant?"

"How did you know, Alex?" she asked, smiling shyly and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Just a wild guess," I said with a tired chuckle.

And in that moment, I wondered why Sofia hadn't called. After our latest steamy session right in front of her husband, I was almost certain she would be pregnant too. The thought of her belly swelling with my child alongside the others sent another wave of possessive heat through me.

All the MILFs' voices overlapped one another as they surrounded me fully, pressing their soft, warm bodies against mine from every side.

Tiffany's heavy breasts squished into my chest, Brittany's hand rested on my thigh, Lily's fingers traced my arm, and Autumn leaned in close, her thick curves molding to my back. They were all saying my name continuously, their tones mixing excitement, jealousy, and need, but the sound blurred into a chaotic hum.

Then, suddenly, all I could hear was a loud banging noise.

The banging noise grew louder and more insistent, echoing through the apartment like someone was trying to break the door down. My ear drums felt like they might burst from the pressure.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I kept hearing the banging, even though the door was already open. I couldn't understand who was causing it or why it was happening now, in the middle of this overwhelming moment.

It was all too overwhelming. The voices, the bodies, the confessions, everything piled on until I suddenly gasped, my eyes snapping open.

I had fallen asleep.

I looked around. I was alone on my bed. The room was empty, quiet, and dimly lit by the evening light filtering through the curtains. There were no pregnant MILFs surrounding me, no overlapping voices, no hands on my body. It had all been a fucking dream.

That's why I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling during the dream, the way all the MILFs had come one after another, announcing their pregnancies at the exact same time. It had felt too convenient, too perfectly orchestrated, like something my exhausted, horny mind had conjured up after the long day.

And yet... it wasn't that far off from reality.

It was only a matter of time until my dream became real.

The banging continued, loud and insistent, pulling me fully awake. I looked toward the door. Someone was really outside, knocking hard. The noise I had heard in the dream was bleeding into the real world.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"It's just like the dream," I muttered, sitting up and rubbing my face. The dream had been a nightmare in its intensity, but it wasn't entirely unrealistic given how things had been going lately.

"Coming," I called out, my voice still rough from sleep, as I swung my legs off the bed and stood up.

I glanced down. My cock was fully hard, tenting my pants noticeably. The dream, all those women getting pregnant by me at once, their bodies pressing against me, their hands on my skin, had left me painfully aroused.

Even though it was just a dream, my body had reacted strongly, as if the fantasy had been real.

I adjusted myself quickly and walked toward the door.

I opened the door, half expecting to see Tiffany and Brittany standing there again, but it wasn't them.

Instead, my two cousin sisters, Julie and Lucy, were waiting outside. It was already getting dark, the hallway light casting a soft glow on them.

"What took you so long, Alex? Are you hiding your girlfriend inside?" Julie asked with a smug smile on her face.

Julie was my older cousin sister. She was married and had a baby. She was wearing a grey thin strap dress that barely reached mid-thigh, the fabric clinging to her voluptuous figure. Her short hair framed her face perfectly, and her body had filled out in all the right places, full breasts, a soft waist, and wide, childbearing hips that made the dress stretch noticeably.

I didn't remember her being this thick the last time I saw her.

"Looks like we interrupted something, sis," Lucy added, her eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge in my pants before she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, pretending to be shocked.

Lucy was younger than Julie but still older than me. She was wearing tight denim shorts that showed off her long legs and a grey shirt with the top buttons open, giving a teasing view of her cleavage.

Her figure wasn't quite as voluptuous as Julie's, but she was still smoking hot, toned legs, a slim waist, and perky breasts that filled her shirt nicely.

I quickly tried to adjust my stance so the bulge wasn't so obvious, but it was too late. They had already noticed.

I opened the door wider, still trying to process the surprise. "Hey, weren't you two supposed to come tomorrow?" I asked, genuinely shocked that they had shown up a full day early.

"No, we wanted to catch you red-handed with some woman in there," Julie said with a smug, teasing smile. "That's why we asked your mom to tell you we were coming on Wednesday. We both had to attend a marriage in this town today, so here we are."

"Aren't you going to invite your sisters in?" Lucy added, already stepping past me without waiting for an answer. Her denim shorts rode up slightly as she moved, showing off her toned legs.

"Yeah, sure... come in," I said.

They both entered slowly, stepping into my apartment with that casual confidence only older cousins seem to have. When Julie walked past me, her body brushed close enough that I caught the faint scent of her perfume mixed with something warmer, more feminine.

Damn. The way Julie's ass looked in that grey dress was turning me on even more.

The dress clung to her like a second skin, riding up slightly on her thick thighs with each step. Her wide, motherly hips swayed hypnotically, and her full, round ass jiggled softly under the fabric, the hem barely covering the lower curve of her cheeks. The dress was so tight that I could see the outline of her panties and the way her ass cheeks moved with every step.

She didn't even glance back, but the way she passed me, so close, so casually, made my already half-hard cock twitch harder in my pants.

"Well, I didn't expect much, but it's okay," Julie said, glancing around my small one-bedroom apartment, which had a separate kitchen and bathroom. She walked further inside, her short hair bouncing lightly as she took in the space.

"Yeah, I don't know why you both insisted on staying with me," I replied, locking the door. "You could have just stayed at my parents' house."

Julie turned to me with a teasing smile, while Lucy dropped her purse on the couch and stretched, her grey shirt riding up to show a sliver of her stomach. The two of them filled the small living room with their presence, their bodies looking even more tempting up close than I remembered.