Aria glanced at me, noticing the shift in my expression. "Everything okay?" she asked, her hand resting lightly on my thigh, her fingers tracing small, absent circles as if trying to read my mood through touch.
I stared at the screen for a second longer. It really felt like Sofia had something urgent to say. The message was short, but the urgency in those words was clear.
Sofia — the Latina woman I had shared a very steamy, very risky session with at the store she worked at, right in front of her husband, was reaching out.
"Yeah, everything's okay," I said, flipping the phone upside down on the seat beside me, trying to push the message out of my mind for now.
"Who was it?" Aria asked, her tone casual but with a hint of curiosity as she leaned a little closer, her perfume subtly filling the space between us.
"It was Michael," I lied smoothly. "He was asking why we aren't both at college today."
Aria didn't push further. Instead, she squeezed my thigh a little tighter, her fingers pressing into the muscle with clear intent. "Ignore him," she said softly, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone.
The way she said it made it obvious she was getting aroused, her cheeks had a faint flush, and her breathing had shifted just slightly.
The back seat of the Rolls Royce was completely private. The driver couldn't see anything behind the partition, and the tinted windows ensured no one outside could see in. It felt like our own little world, isolated from everything else.
Suddenly, Aria moved closer. In one fluid motion, she stood up slightly and straddled my thighs, sitting down on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her body pressing flush against mine.
The fitted trousers and blouse she wore did little to hide the warmth and softness of her figure as she settled onto me.
Her weight felt perfect, not too heavy, but enough to pin me comfortably against the leather seat. She leaned in, her face inches from mine, her long hair falling like a curtain around us.
"Hey, what's gotten into you?" I asked her, my hands instinctively moving to her hips, feeling the way she was grinding slowly on my cock, the same cock that had just come so much inside another MILF only minutes earlier.
"Nothing," Aria whispered, her voice soft and husky as she continued the slow, deliberate roll of her hips. "I just missed what we did that day."
Her words instantly brought back the memory, the day I took her virginity in the principal's office, the way she had trembled beneath me, the mix of nervousness and raw desire in her eyes as I claimed her for the first time. The thought made my cock twitch and harden further beneath her.
"Yeah?" I asked, my hands sliding up her sides, feeling the warmth of her body through her fitted blouse.
"Yeah... I couldn't stop thinking about you," she said, leaning in to kiss me softly on the lips. The kiss was gentle at first, almost tender, but quickly deepened as her tongue brushed against mine.
She pressed her breasts firmly into my chest, the soft, perky mounds squishing against me as she continued grinding on my lap, the friction making my already sensitive cock throb.
The private, luxurious space of the Rolls Royce made the moment feel even more dangerous and exciting. The tinted windows and partition completely isolated us from the driver and the outside world.
Aria's eyes were dark with desire, her fingers playing with the hair at the back of my neck as she rocked her hips in slow, sensual circles, rubbing her clothed pussy against the growing bulge in my pants.
Her scent, a light, feminine perfume mixed with the natural warmth of her skin, filled my senses, making my head spin.
She was clearly worked up, her breathing a little heavier, her cheeks flushed as she kissed me again, deeper this time, her tongue sliding against mine with increasing hunger.
I could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs, even through the fabric of her trousers. The way she was grinding on me, slow, deliberate, and needy, made it clear she was in heat.
She wanted me, right here, right now, in the back of this expensive car.
As we were getting lost in each other, the driver from the front suddenly spoke, even though the partition kept him from seeing anything.
"Ma'am, should I take you home?" the driver asked politely.
She pressed a button at the back seat of the Rolls Royce that made the driver hear our voices.
"No, just drive around until we decide," Aria replied, her voice slightly breathless as she continued grinding slowly on my cock, her hips rolling in deliberate circles that made her heat press firmly against my growing bulge.
I got horny too and helped Aria remove her top. She lifted her arms as I pulled the fitted blouse over her head, revealing a delicate lace bra that barely contained her soft, perky breasts.
I quickly unhooked it and slid the straps down her shoulders, letting the bra fall away completely.
Her breasts spilled free, full, round, and beautifully shaped, with pink nipples that were already stiff and begging for attention.
"Kiss them, Alex... ahh," Aria moaned, cupping her breasts and pushing them toward my mouth, clearly wanting to be treated roughly.
I immediately latched onto one of her tits, sucking the soft flesh into my mouth while my tongue swirled around her hard nipple. I bit down gently but firmly, tugging on the sensitive peak, making her shiver and arch her back.
She let out a soft, needy gasp, her fingers threading through my hair as she held me against her chest.
"Ahh... can we do it, Alex?" she asked, biting her lower lip as she looked at me with dark, needy eyes.
"What, baby?" I asked, still kissing and sucking on her nipples, my tongue swirling around the stiff peaks while my hands squeezed her soft breasts.
"Please... take me, Alex," Aria moaned, her voice trembling with desire. She slid her fingers down to the button of my pants, fumbling with it as she tried to open it, clearly desperate to free my cock.
I could feel how wet she was getting through her trousers, the heat and dampness pressing against me with every roll of her hips. She wanted me badly, right here, right now, in the back of her luxurious car while it drove around the city.
Aria leaned in, kissing me deeply, her tongue sliding against mine as she whispered against my lips, "I need you inside me, Alex... right now..."
The car continued to glide smoothly through the city streets, the outside world completely shut out. Inside, Aria was topless on my lap, her breasts in my mouth, her hips grinding against my cock as the tension between us built higher and higher.
"Can't you wait until tonight?" I asked her, teasing her as I kissed along her collarbone.
"I can't wait, Alex... mmm," she moaned, kissing me again, deeper this time, her tongue sliding against mine with clear hunger.
As we were about to take things further, her phone suddenly rang, the sound cutting through the charged silence of the back seat.
"Shh, let me, Alex," Aria said, pulling back from the kiss with obvious reluctance. She reached for her phone, still straddling my lap, her bare breasts brushing against my chest.
"Who is it?" I asked, not stopping. I leaned in and kissed her soft breasts, my lips closing around one of her nipples, sucking gently while my tongue flicked over the stiff peak.
"It's my mom, Alex. Wait one sec," she said, answering the call while trying to keep her voice steady.
"Hey, Mom... yeah..." she continued talking on the phone, her free hand resting on my shoulder for balance. I didn't stop playing with her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples gently, making her gasp softly into the phone.
She bit her lip hard to stifle the sound, her hips still subtly grinding against my hard cock through my pants.
After a short conversation, she hung up the call, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"What did she need?" I asked, still kissing and sucking on her breasts, not ready to stop.
"She says she wants me back at home," Aria replied, clearly disappointed. "Our relatives have arrived, and I need to be there."
"What? Why?" I asked, finally pulling back from her chest to look at her face.
"I don't know," she said, pouting. "She just said it's important and I have to come back right now."
"All the more reason to look forward to tonight, right?" Aria said, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and determination. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when I break up with my fiancé in front of everyone and introduce you as my date."
"Wait, you're gonna dump him publicly?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," she replied without hesitation, her eyes sparkling with resolve. "I'm done pretending. Tonight, everyone in my family and their circle will know exactly who I want to be with."
Aria was really determined to announce our relationship to everyone tonight. It was going to be a weird night, a high-society royal banquet where she planned to publicly reject her fiancé and claim me instead.
The thought of the drama, the stares, and the fallout made my stomach twist with a strange mix of anticipation and unease.
As we were talking, my phone buzzed again on seat. I quickly glanced at it. It was Sofia again.
I didn't get to read the message, but the fact that she had messaged a second time in such close succession was enough to tell me the matter was serious.
"Okay then, let's meet tonight," I said, flipping the phone back. "Text me your address also."
"Don't worry, I'll send my driver to get you," Aria said with a confident smile. "Just text me your address."
"Okay, where should I drop you now?" Aria asked, as the Rolls Royce glided smoothly through the city streets.
"About that—my aunt lives around here. I want you to drop me off in the locality," I said, telling Aria the location of my aunt's area, since it was closer to Sofia's store and home. I needed to meet her to find out why she was messaging me so urgently.
"Okay," Aria replied without hesitation. She leaned forward and pressed the button on the intercom so the driver could hear her. "Please take us to 3rd Street."
The driver acknowledged politely, and the car changed direction smoothly. We sat in comfortable silence for the short ride, Aria's fingers occasionally tracing small patterns on my leg. She looked at me with a soft, expectant smile, clearly still excited about the banquet later that night.
We quickly reached the place. The Rolls Royce pulled up smoothly to the curb on 3rd Street, a quieter residential area not far from Sofia's store.
I got out of the car and turned back to Aria. "Thanks for the ride. I'll see you tonight."
Aria leaned toward the open door, her eyes warm but with a hint of reluctance. "Don't be late, okay? I'll send the driver to pick you up. Text me when you're ready."
I nodded, closing the door gently. The Rolls Royce pulled away smoothly, disappearing down the street.
I stood there for a moment on the sidewalk, the afternoon sun warm on my skin.
I pulled out my phone and quickly typed a reply to Sofia's urgent messages: "I'm nearby. Where do you want to meet?"
Her response came almost immediately: "I'm at home."
I started walking toward Sofia's home, the afternoon sun beating down on the streets. I didn't know exactly what she was going to tell me, but since I was already here, I might as well find out.
It had been days since I last saw Sofia, and I was already missing her, especially those milky, full breasts of hers.
With the afternoon being so hot, the thought of drinking from her mommy milkers felt like the perfect refreshment.
I quickly reached Sofia's home, took the stairs, and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and there she was, standing in just a white vest that didn't even cover her navel and a pair of risky, small shorts.
Her curves were as sinful as ever, full breasts straining against the thin fabric, a soft waist, and wide, fertile hips that made the shorts ride up her thick thighs. Her Latina beauty was on full display, her skin glowing under the afternoon light.
She smiled as soon as she saw me and came running into my arms, wrapping herself around me tightly. She kissed me gently on the lips, her mouth soft and warm. "You came, Alex..."
"I'm so happy you came, Alex," Sofia said, pressing herself tightly against me, her full breasts squishing warmly into my chest as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I had to," I replied, dropping the boutique bag from my hand so my arms could slide down to rest on her lower back, pulling her even closer. "Your message sounded urgent."
Sofia pulled back just enough to look up at me, her dark eyes filled with a mix of relief, nervousness, and that familiar spark of desire.
"What's this?" she asked, glancing down at the boutique bag I had just dropped.
"Oh, it's just my suit," I said. "I have a party to attend tonight."
She picked up the bag, took my hand, and led me inside, closing the door behind us with a soft click. The house was quiet, the curtains drawn to keep out the bright afternoon sun, creating a cool, intimate atmosphere.
Sofia placed the bag on the table beside the couch and turned to face me again, still holding my hand. Her body was close, her scent, a mix of her natural warmth and a light perfume, filling the space between us.
"Come here," Sofia said, sitting down on the couch and motioning for me to sit close to her.
This was the same couch where I had taken Sofia for the first time, the same couch on which I had made her cry with pleasure. The memory flashed through my mind as I sat down beside her.
She leaned into me and rested herself on my chest, like she needed my warmth and support right now. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer.
Her body was as sinful as ever, her massive breasts barely contained by the thin white vest, soft and heavy against my side, and her thick thighs pressing warmly against mine, making my already hard cock, from the earlier teasing with Aria, throb even harder in my pants.
"What happened, baby?" I asked gently, putting my hand under her chin to tilt her face up so I could look at her.
Sofia's cheeks were turned pink, she was blushing, still trying to find comfort in my arms. Her dark eyes were a little watery, a mix of nervousness and vulnerability showing through.
"Just stay with me, Alex," Sofia said, putting her hand on my t-shirt and clinging to me like she didn't want me to go anywhere. Her fingers gripped the fabric tightly, her body pressing even closer as if my presence alone could make everything better.
I held her there, my arm wrapped securely around her soft, curvy frame. Her head rested on my chest, her breathing gradually slowing as she relaxed against me. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the sound of our breathing.
I pulled up her face and kissed her, slow and deep, my lips pressing against hers with a mix of comfort and hunger.
Sofia melted into the kiss, her body relaxing slightly in my arms as if my touch alone could make everything feel a little less overwhelming.
"Come here, baby," I said softly, guiding her to stand up. She rose, and her thick body jiggled from everywhere, her heavy breasts swaying under the thin white vest, her soft belly, and her wide hips moving with every small shift.
She carefully lowered herself onto my lap, straddling me, and immediately hid her face in my chest again, still not able to speak.
"I'm here, baby. What was so urgent?" I asked, my hand sliding up her side until it found her breast. I squeezed it gently, feeling its fullness, and a small bead of warm milk leaked out from under the thin fabric, soaking through the vest.
"Ahh, Alex..." she moaned softly, putting her hand over mine and making me squeeze harder, like she couldn't get enough of the sensation.
"I have to tell you something," she said, finally lifting her head to look into my eyes, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red.
"Alex... I'm pregnant," Sofia said slowly, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red as she looked straight into my eyes.
I couldn't think of what to say. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"After that day in the store, I started feeling nauseous and couldn't stop vomiting," she continued, her voice soft but steady, though there was a clear tremor of nervousness underneath. "I took a pregnancy test last night... it's positive, Alex."
She pulled back slightly on my lap, her hand moving down to rest on her belly. The thin white vest she was wearing had ridden up, leaving her soft stomach exposed.
There was no visible bump yet, but the way she touched herself, gently and protectively, made the reality sink in even deeper. Her fingers traced small circles over the smooth skin, as if she was already imagining the life growing inside her.
Sofia's breathing was a little uneven, her full breasts rising and falling under the thin fabric of her vest. She looked beautiful and vulnerable at the same time, her Latina features flushed with emotion, her dark eyes searching mine for any sign of how I was taking the news.
"Wait, you are not joking right?" I asked, my voice coming out quieter than I intended, still trying to wrap my head around her words.
"I'm pregnant with your child, Alex," Sofia said again, her hand resting gently on her belly as if to emphasize the truth of it. Her dark eyes stayed locked on mine, sincere and vulnerable, with no trace of humor.
My mind immediately flashed back to the dream I had yesterday, the way all the women had turned up pregnant one by one, announcing it in my living room while I stood there in shock. And now this was becoming reality.
"And you know my husband was in Mexico when we first met," Sofia continued, her voice steady but soft. "I haven't been with him, or anyone else, since then, except you, Alex."
"Am I gonna be a dad?" I asked, my hand moving instinctively to rest on her belly, right over hers. I didn't know what I was expecting to feel in that moment, there was no bump yet, just the soft warmth of her skin through the thin vest, but the realization hit me hard.
I had made a married woman pregnant. Sofia, the woman I had taken so roughly in her own store in front of her husband, was now carrying my child.
"Yes, Alex," Sofia said, a small, genuine smile breaking across her face. She leaned in and kissed me deeply, her lips soft and warm, pouring relief and happiness into the kiss.
It was as if getting pregnant with my child had given her a quiet kind of joy that outweighed the fear and complications.
When she pulled back, her forehead rested against mine, her breathing still a little uneven. "I was scared to tell you... but I also feel happy."
As we were talking, the door to one of the rooms opened, and someone stepped into the living room where we sat on the couch.
It was Sofia's husband.
He saw us like that, Sofia sitting on my lap, her thick body pressed against mine, my hand still resting on her belly, and he froze for a brief moment.
Then he walked into the kitchen right in front of us and started making himself a cup of coffee, his movements slow and lifeless, as if it were just another normal part of his morning routine.
"You didn't tell me he was home," I said quietly to Sofia, my voice low enough that only she could hear.
"It doesn't matter, Alex," she replied, her tone calm but with a hint of resignation. "We just live together for the sake of Julian. We haven't even talked since that day in the store."
"Does he know you are pregnant?" I asked, my hand still gently resting on her belly.
"I didn't tell him," Sofia said, glancing back toward him as he stood in the kitchen. "But this morning, he found the pregnancy test in the garbage."
Her husband continued making his coffee, moving around the kitchen with deliberate calmness. He took occasional glances at us, at Sofia sitting on my lap, at my hand on her belly, but he didn't say a word.
There was a strange, heavy tension in the air, as if he had already accepted something he didn't want to acknowledge out loud.
"He got so happy," Sofia continued, her voice soft but steady as she recounted the moment. "He came running to me, trying to hug me, with tears in his eyes. He thought it was his child. He was ready to forgive me for that day in the store. But then I told him it wasn't his."
Sofia's husband heard every word she said to me. I could see his face change instantly, the color draining from it, his shoulders slumping as the reality hit him.
He was about to cry, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he stood there in the kitchen, frozen with his coffee cup in hand.
The man who had once walked in on me fucking his wife was now forced to listen to the consequences of that day, knowing the child growing inside her belonged to another man.
The way Sofia was sitting on my lap, our bodies so tightly pressed together, made the scene even more humiliating for him. Her thick, curvy figure was molded against me, her soft belly and heavy breasts resting on my chest, while my hand stayed possessively on her hip.
He could do nothing but endure the hell he was living in, watching his wife sit comfortably on another man's lap, openly talking about how she had been bred by someone else.
My dick got fully hard again, straining against my pants as Sofia occasionally ground herself subtly on my bulge through her shorts. The friction was deliberate, teasing, and the knowledge that her husband was right there only made it hotter.
I grabbed Sofia's ass-cheeks with both hands and gave them a firm squeeze, my fingers digging into the soft, plump flesh. "Baby, did I cum so much in you that you got pregnant the next day?" I asked, making sure my voice was loud enough for her husband to hear every word.
I could see his movements change instantly, his hand tightening around the coffee cup and his posture stiffening as the thought sank in.
"Ahh, yes Alex... You came so deep, I couldn't stop leaking your cum for hours later," Sofia moaned softly against me, her voice thick with arousal as I squeezed her ass cheeks roughly, my fingers digging deep into the soft, plump flesh and spreading them apart.
Her husband turned slightly in the kitchen, his eyes flicking toward us for a brief, pained moment before he looked away again. His face was twisted with a mix of humiliation, heartbreak, and forced acceptance.
He took a shaky sip of his coffee, but his hand trembled so badly that a few drops spilled onto the counter.
"I couldn't help it, baby," I said, my voice low and rough as I pulled Sofia's vest lower, tugging the thin fabric down until her heavy, mommy milkers spilled free. They were full and swollen, the pink nipples already leaking small beads of warm milk. "You are so hot... I could cum all day inside you."
"Alex, let's go into my room," Sofia whispered, glancing back at her husband with a mix of defiance and lust. "We could get more privacy there."
"No need, baby," I replied, leaning in and putting my mouth directly on one of her leaking tits. I latched onto the stiff nipple and started sucking greedily, drinking her warm, sweet milk straight from the source.
The taste was rich and creamy, filling my mouth with every pull as I squeezed her breast firmly to encourage more flow.
"They are so full, baby" I murmured against her skin, switching to the other nipple and sucking harder. "Did no one drink from these after that day?"
"Mm... so tasty, ahh," I moaned into Sofia's tits, drinking from them while her husband listened to her moans, standing in the kitchen just after making his coffee.
"Ahhh, Alex, you are so naughty," Sofia cried as I suddenly bit her nipple, making her gasp with pleasure.
Bang.
A loud sound came from the kitchen counter, like someone had slammed something down in anger.
Sofia clung to me, startled by the noise. We both looked around. It was her husband, looking furious.
He had just slammed his cup onto the kitchen counter, coffee spilled everywhere. He looked like I had stolen his wife and gotten her pregnant... well, that's exactly what I did.
"Buddy, you okay?" I asked as he looked ready to murder someone.
"How dare you?" he said angrily, slowly turning to look at us.
"How dare you brainwash my wife?" he shouted, his nostrils flaring, the veins in his neck visible.
"Alex did nothing like that," Sofia spoke up, still clinging to me tightly, her naked boobs pressed against my shirt leaking milk all over it.
"That's exactly what he did! You weren't like this, Sofia—you were never like this before. Cheating on me, and even getting pregnant by some dude who's half your age... why the hell would you even do something like that?" Sofia's husband shouted furiously, his voice shaking with anger and disbelief.
"Calm down, man, just calm down," I said casually, putting Sofia's boobs in my hands and squeezing and playing with them while he kept shouting, completely unfazed by his outburst.
"I'm gonna kill this son of a bitch! I swear I'll kill him!" Sofia's husband shouted at the top of his lungs, then came running toward us in a burst of rage.
"Hey!" Sofia stood up from my lap quickly, her boobs jiggling as she got to her feet, trying to stop him by placing a firm hand on his chest, pushing against him to hold him back.
"Out of the way, Sofia. Move!" he snapped angrily. "I'll make sure he never, ever approaches you again after today," he said, curling his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white with tension.
I leaned back on the sofa, completely relaxed, stretching my arms along the backrest, watching the entire scene unfold like it was nothing more than entertainment.
"You think I need to approach your wife, motherfucker? She'll come to me whether I say anything or not," I said firmly, my voice steady and confident.
"You know what? I'm going to call the police. They'll find out what kind of dirt you have on my wife, and then you'll know what happens," he said, trying to pick up the landline phone from the kitchen counter with shaking hands.
"Go ahead, call them—and while you're at it, tell them to bring me some baby diapers on the way. I'm sure you'll also tell them I got your wife pregnant," I said, smiling slightly, almost mockingly.
"You—!" he shouted again in pure anger, slamming the phone onto the floor with force. He knew, deep down, that there wasn't really anything he could do in this situation.
"Alex, let's go to my room... just leave him be," Sofia said as she came up to me, gently trying to pull me up from the sofa, her voice softer but urgent.
"Come here, baby... we aren't going anywhere," I said, pulling Sofia back onto me so she settled onto my lap again, as I started playing with her boobs again, right there in front of her husband without any hesitation.
"You see these?" I said, looking straight at him. "I drank from them when you were in Mexico on your little trip. They taste so damn good... I'm sure she never let you suck on these," I added, keeping my tone firm and provocative, as I put Sofia's tits in my mouth and started drinking the milk straight from them again without hesitation.
"Ahhh, Alex, please... let's go to my room," Sofia said again, her voice softer and more aroused now, clearly affected by how confidently I was taking her in front of her husband, her body reacting more and more.
"Mmm... you are so wet, Sofia," I said, noticing clearly that Sofia's shorts were damp from her pussy, the fabric visibly wet as she shifted slightly, showing just how much she was leaking and how worked up she had become.
I put my finger on Sofia's pussy over the shorts as I rubbed her gently and slowly, watching closely and carefully, looking at how her husband would react to what I was doing right in front of him.
He saw me playing with his wife's pussy openly, right there in front of him without any shame or hesitation, and there was nothing he could do in that moment.
"Ahhh, Alex..." Sofia moaned softly as I rubbed her clit gently, her voice low and trembling with pleasure, her body reacting more with every small movement, her breathing uneven, fingers gripping tightly as sensations overwhelmed her
Sofia's husband came closer in a sudden movement and pulled Sofia by her arm, forcing her to get up from my lap. Sofia stumbled slightly from the force and fell onto the couch beside me, clearly caught off guard by his sudden and aggressive action, her balance completely thrown off by the unexpected pull.
"Motherfucker, don't you dare touch her," I said, standing up in front of Sofia's husband and looking straight into his eyes, my expression turning serious and intense as I faced him directly, my posture stiffening as the tension between us grew even heavier.
"You... you destroyed my life," he said, his voice shaking as he got overwhelmed by my presence and the situation around him. It was the first time I had shown him that I could get angry too if needed, and that shift in my demeanor clearly affected him more than he expected, making him hesitate, his confidence breaking as he struggled to even maintain eye contact.
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I patted his shoulder gently. "Bro, before you start throwing accusations, work on yourself. I'm sure Sofia didn't have anything to do with your tiny dick. Just look at her body—she is fucking sinful. Do you really think you could have satisfied her with your 3-incher? And I'm being generous here," I said, mocking her husband while standing tall right in front of him, not backing down even a little, my tone filled with confidence and provocation.
"Sofia, just tell him that it's my child," her husband spoke, almost desperately, trying to grab onto any last bit of hope. He knew it wasn't his, deep down, but he still wanted to numb his pain and believe something else.
"You saw everything that happened that day, and you still think it's yours? Ha... you are such a pussy, bro," I said, shaking my head slightly, as I couldn't believe he was still trying to find something good in all of this, something to hold onto.
"Alex, let's go," Sofia came in between us, placing herself slightly forward. She could sense that if I lost my temper, it wouldn't be a good thing—it could easily turn into a big scandal in her apartment complex, something that would spiral out of control.
"I'm just talking, Sofia... come here," I said calmly.
Sofia came to me without hesitation and wrapped her arms around me, holding onto me closely as the tension in the room continued to linger heavily around us.
As Sofia was in my arms, I turned her around suddenly and held her into me firmly, her ass pressing tightly against my bulge, her body fully aligned with mine, her boobs clearly in front of her husband, making the moment even more intense and deliberate.
I grabbed her right tit from around her and squeezed it roughly, asserting control and showing her husband in a clear and undeniable way that I owned her completely, without any hesitation or doubt.
"Ahhh," Sofia cried out and arched her back instinctively as I pinched her nipple, her body reacting strongly and immediately to the sudden and intense sensation.
"See this? Your wife belongs to me," I said, making milk leak out of her nipple, emphasizing my point in a direct and unfiltered way that left no room for misunderstanding.
Her husband just stood there and watched me playing with his wife's boobs, his face filled with anger and frustration, yet he was unable to do anything at all, completely powerless in that tense situation.
I pulled Sofia back toward me, and then we both fell onto the couch together, our bodies shifting as Sofia landed on top of me, the movement slightly unbalanced but controlled.
"Lie down, Sofia," I said, moving Sofia on my lap carefully and making her lie down on her stomach across me, her soft belly pressing firmly against my bulge, her face resting on my left side while her ass pushed outward on the right side of my lap.
"So much... juicy, babe," I said, feeling Sofia's ass slowly and deliberately, my hands moving with control as I continued to dominate the moment.
I slapped Sofia's ass over the shorts, my hand landing firmly against the fabric with clear force and intent.
Slap. Slap.
Her ass jiggled for what felt like years, the thick flesh looking so full and juicy that every gourmet meal failed in comparison.
"Did you ever let your pussy of a husband fuck you here?" I said, pressing my finger against Sofia's asshole over the shorts, making sure he could clearly see what I was doing right in front of him.
"Ahhh... never, Alex," Sofia cried out, her voice reacting to my dominance and control, while her husband stood there and watched helplessly as I played with his wife's ass without any hesitation.
"Bro, your wife's got a dumptruck ass, and what were you doing all these years? Just fucking masturbating? You are a fucking disappointment, motherfucker," I said, slapping Sofia's ass again roughly, the sound echoing slightly in the room.
"You don't know anything. I love Sofia so much—I would never do things like this to hurt her," he said, his voice filled with desperation as he tried to defend himself and save whatever little dignity he still had left.
"What the hell? You are such a fucking pussy," I laughed as I heard those words from him, my tone filled with disbelief and mockery at what he had just said.
"Sofia, does it hurt when I fuck you here?" I asked Sofia again, pushing my fingers inside her asshole over the shorts, making sure my actions were obvious and deliberate.
"Yes, it hurts, Alex," Sofia moaned, her voice soft but clearly reacting, her body responding to every movement.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, teasing her slowly, my tone playful but controlled as I waited for her response.
"No, Alex... ahh," Sofia moaned again, clearly enjoying it despite her words, her reactions becoming more intense and visible.
I pulled Sofia's shorts over her ass and revealed her juicy ass in its full glory, her ass cheeks jiggling slightly as they got freed from the tight hold and restriction of her shorts, moving more naturally now.
"Mmm... so juicy," I said, my voice low as my mouth watered at the sight of those cheeks, taking in the moment and the view in front of me.
I grabbed her ass cheeks and jiggled them, playing with her juicy ass slowly, enjoying the way they moved under my hands.
Then I parted her ass cheeks slightly so I could see between them more clearly, to check how wet her pussy had been. Her cheeks separated slowly, and her pussy lips were revealed, her pussy leaking fresh juices, her asshole twitching slightly with excitement as her body reacted.
"You wanna take a hike?" I said, looking at her husband, who was watching me play with his wife's body like it was fucking National Geographic scene unfolding right in front of him, completely unable to look away.
-x-X-x-
"Bro, you gonna watch me fuck your wife or what?" I said to Sofia's husband, as he was still standing there, frozen in place, looking at us without saying anything.
He looked ready to punch me at any instant, his fists tightly knuckled, his jaw clenched hard as he kept grinding his teeth in anger.
But he was just a weak man, his mannerisms and comments had already shown me everything clearly.
He could maybe land a punch on me without me noticing, but that would be just it, he couldn't do anything to actually stop the nightmare I was showing him right in front of his own eyes.
"Come here, babe, I'm hard right now," I said, grabbing my dick over my pants, feeling how rock hard it was from looking at Sofia's sinful body, my voice steady and confident, as if nothing around me could interrupt the moment.
I made Sofia sit up properly, adjusting her position with control, and then removed her vest in one quick motion, making her upper body fully naked and exposed without any hesitation, the movement smooth and deliberate, adding to the already tense and charged atmosphere in the room.
"Look at them, my kid won't starve," I said as I felt her humongous melons, watching milk leak out of them slowly.
Sofia arched her back, getting more aroused, and pushed herself into my mouth, clearly wanting more, her body responding instinctively as if it had completely given in to the moment.
"Bite them... ahhh," Sofia moaned, her voice growing louder and more desperate, echoing slightly in the room as the intensity kept building.
I grabbed one of her tits firmly and bit her roughly, not holding back at all.
"Oh God..." Sofia cried out loudly, her reaction immediate and intense, her voice breaking slightly as the sensation hit her all at once.
"See, she loves it rough," I said, looking at her husband, who was still standing there like a complete moron, completely frozen and unable to react, watching me claim his wife again without being able to stop it, his silence making everything feel even heavier and more one-sided.
"Sofia, please..." her husband started crying out of nowhere, his voice breaking suddenly, showing how low he had fallen emotionally. He moved forward quickly and grabbed Sofia's arm, trying to get her off of me, desperately begging his wife to stop doing this, his grip shaky and unsteady.
"Leave me," Sofia said, shaking her arm away from his grasp with irritation, clearly not wanting him anywhere near her at that moment.
"Please... tell me what I did wrong? Please, just come back to me," he cried even more, his voice filled with desperation and confusion, his emotions spilling out uncontrollably as he struggled to hold himself together.
"Ugh, Alex, he's clingy," Sofia said, her tone annoyed and dismissive, as if she was already tired of his behavior and didn't want to deal with it anymore.
"Hey, get away from her," I said, making Sofia gently get up from my lap and standing up again, stepping forward and grabbing his collar roughly, pulling him closer with force.
"You don't touch her, you understand?" I said, keeping one hand on his collar while raising my finger in front of him, warning him clearly, my voice firm and threatening as I stared directly into his eyes.
"Hey... please, just give me my wife back, please. I know you can get any girlfriend your age, please..." he cried, his voice trembling as he tried to make me feel bad for taking his wife, his words desperate and broken as he searched for anything that might make me stop.
He wasn't ready to understand that his wife was too far gone, and there was absolutely no way in hell I was leaving Sofia just because he cried and begged in front of me, breaking down like that right before my eyes.
I looked at Sofia—she was sitting on the couch, her vest completely removed, her boobs swaying slightly with her movements, and her shorts pulled down under her pussy, bunched tightly around her thighs, her posture relaxed but completely given in to the moment.
"Do whatever you want, but don't interrupt us," I said to Sofia's husband, my tone calm but firm, as I didn't even want to punch him anymore, seeing his sorry state and how helpless he had become.
I moved back toward Sofia, taking a few slow and deliberate steps, quickly removed my T-shirt and pants, and threw them away carelessly to the side, not even looking where they landed.
I pulled Sofia's shorts all the way down and threw them aside without hesitation.
"Let him watch, baby," I said as I turned Sofia around on the couch, guiding her into position, making her get on all fours, with her legs folded so her ass hung just at the edge, her body following my movements without resistance.
The way Sofia's sinful ass looked, her pussy lips glistening, it was making me crazy, and I couldn't take my eyes off her for even a second. Sofia was moaning non-stop just from imagining me taking her like this in front of her husband, her voice filling the room as the tension kept building.
I moved closer, slowly stepping in and lining up my cock, and started rubbing it on her pussy lips, making my cock slick with her juices as I adjusted myself carefully.
"Ahhh, it's so big, Alex," Sofia moaned as she realized she had missed my massive cock, her voice shaking slightly with anticipation.
"If you weren't pregnant by now, I was gonna make you," I said, pushing my cock slowly, feeling her walls grip me tightly. "Fuck," I groaned, my voice low and strained.
Sofia's husband watched everything that was happening, but he was completely unable to do anything at all, just standing there helplessly.
After that last day, he didn't learn his lesson, maybe this time he would finally understand that I don't share my women with anyone, not even their husbands.
-x-X-x-
"Wait, put that in my mouth first, Alex," Sofia said. I had just shoved my cock into her pussy, not all the way in, and she wanted to suck me first, her voice carrying a sense of urgency and impatience as she spoke.
"Yeah, baby? You want to take it in your mouth?" I asked, pulling my cock out from her pussy, watching her reaction closely as she responded.
"Yeah... ahh," Sofia moaned as she was dying to suck my cock, her voice soft but filled with need, her body already leaning toward me.
"Come here then," I said, sitting on the couch beside her, shifting slightly to make space. She quickly got up from the doggystyle position and came to her knees on the floor in between my thighs, moving without hesitation as if she had been waiting for this moment.
"I missed it so much," Sofia said, taking my cock in her hand and spitting on it, her movements quick and eager. She was hungry for it, her actions showing just how much she wanted it.
Her husband watched how his wife wanted to suck my cock... how she had suggested that herself, and how she wanted nothing but to pleasure me, standing there completely still as the scene unfolded in front of him.
That was the last thread that was holding him together, the final piece of control he had left slipping away. Seeing his wife like that on her knees, like a slut ready to deep throat my cock, broke him completely, leaving him with nothing but that overwhelming realization.
He was already crying, his face breaking down further, and suddenly he stormed out of the apartment in frustration, slamming the main door loudly behind him as he left, the sound echoing through the space.
"Nice, now we have full privacy," I said, relaxing comfortably on the couch, leaning back slightly as Sofia slapped my cock on her tongue, the tension in the room easing just a little.
"Ahhh, you are so full, Alex," Sofia said, feeling my balls as I was ready to give her another kid if needed, her voice soft and slightly breathless as she spoke.
"Fuck," I groaned as Sofia squeezed my balls roughly, my voice low and strained from the sudden sensation.
"Ughh... ughh..." Sofia put my cock in her mouth and gagged a little, getting used to the length and girth, then came up for air, taking a brief pause to steady herself before continuing.
"Yeah, baby, just like that," I said, holding her hair at the back, guiding her movements slightly while keeping my tone steady and controlled.
Sofia started slow, sucking my cock, licking it thoroughly, making me groan just from her tongue, focusing on the head every time, wanting to make me bust. But I had just come in Tracy at the boutique earlier, and she had cleaned my cock thoroughly, and I wasn't gonna bust just from head, no matter how much effort she was putting in.
She sucked my cock for a while, hurting her jaw as I relaxed on the couch and groaned sometimes, leaning back more comfortably and letting my body sink into the cushions while I watched her.
"You are not coming, Alex," Sofia said, holding my cock as nothing came out, her voice slightly frustrated and confused as she looked up at me.
I just smiled as she struggled, watching her reaction calmly without saying anything, clearly unbothered by the situation.
"Now get up here again," I said to Sofia, making her stand up and get onto the couch again in doggystyle position, guiding her movements with a steady and controlled tone.
"I'm pregnant with your child, Alex... be gentle with me," Sofia said, glancing back, her expression soft but filled with a mix of anticipation and emotion as she spoke, aroused by the thought alone.
"Don't worry, we have many months until that," I said as I kneeled down behind her ass that hung from the edge and put my mouth closer to her holes, positioning myself slowly and deliberately.
"Umm..." Sofia moaned, feeling my warm breath over her exposed holes, her body reacting subtly as she sensed the closeness.
"So wet," I said, putting one finger and sliding it around her pussy lips, my voice low as I focused on the moment.
I got closer with my mouth, staring at her juicy pink holes. She could feel my hot breath on her exposed pussy and asshole, warm puffs of air teasing her sensitive skin, making her shiver harder.
"Ahh, Alex," she moved her hips in shame, trying to close her legs a little.
I put my hand on her hips to stop her and brought my mouth even closer to her pussy. It was so pink and wet, the scent hitting me strong—musky, sweet, feminine, pure arousal.
"Sofia, you are so horny right now," I said, my hot breath blowing directly against her dripping folds as I spoke close to her wet pussy.
"Ahh, ahhh..." she said, not able to control her body. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, her pussy lips almost brushing my lips for a split second before she pulled back in shame. I held her ass cheeks firm so she wouldn't lose balance, my thumbs digging into the soft flesh, spreading her even wider.
I spread her ass cheeks even wider with both hands, my thumbs digging into the soft flesh, opening her completely. Her thick cheeks parted fully, exposing her pink, wet pussy and tight asshole even more.
Then I licked a long slow stroke from bottom to top of her pussy, flat tongue pressing firm against her folds, collecting every drop of her juice.
The taste hit me hard, sweet, musky, warm and thick, like nothing I'd ever tasted on other MILFs. I savored every bit, tongue dragging up through her slit, circling her clit lightly at the top before sliding back down. I licked her juices like I would die of thirst if I didn't slurp everything up.
"Ahh!... please... don't stop... ahhh!" Sofia cried, voice breaking, hips grinding faster, ass cheeks jiggling against my face with every push.
" Ahhh... you have gotten more tasty," I said, my voice muffled as I licked Sofia's holes from behind. She was trembling in the doggystyle position on her couch, her thick ass hanging right on the edge, perfectly presented for me.
"Fuck, you are so dirty, Alex," Sofia moaned, her voice shaky with pleasure. She reached back with one hand and rested it on the back of my head, inviting my tongue to explore her insides more roughly.
I tongue-fucked her juicy pink holes with hunger, my tongue alternating between her dripping pussy and her tight asshole. I pushed it deep inside her pussy first, licking and sucking her inner walls, tasting the sweet, warm juices that kept flowing out of her.
Then I moved higher, swirling my tongue around her puckered asshole before pushing inside, feeling it clench and flutter around my tongue.
My chin was getting soaked from all the juices her pussy was squirting, the wet mess dripping down my face and onto the couch beneath her.
"Ahh... I'm gonna cum if you keep it up like that," Sofia cried out with pleasure, clearly enjoying how I was worshipping her ass and pussy with my tongue like a starving man.
"Cum, baby. I want you to cum," I said, not stopping for a second. I kept fucking her asshole and pussy with my tongue, alternating between the two holes, sucking and licking with increasing intensity.
I grabbed her juicy ass cheeks and kept eating her out, making her moan in her apartment, which was quiet and isolated, now feeling like a space meant only for the two of us, filled with her moans and the lingering tension in the air.
Her husband had already left defeated, walking out without looking back, having finally understood that I had claimed his wife for myself alone, and that there was nothing he could do anymore to change what had already happened.
"Please put it in, Alex," Sofia begged me, her voice desperate and trembling as her orgasm hovered right on the edge. She wanted to release on my cock, to feel me deep inside her when she came.
"Wait, baby. I haven't finished yet," I said, my voice low and teasing as I kept my tongue buried inside her, making slow, shallow thrusts to keep her on that edge without letting her tip over.
"Umm... please fill me with your cum," Sofia moaned, her words turning into a needy whine. My dick jumped at her plea — she wanted me to fill her with my warm cum, to breed her again even though she was already pregnant.
"Why? Are you trying to get pregnant again?" I joked, my tongue still licking her holes.
"Yes... I want to get pregnant as many times as you want me to," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. She was already imagining my cock filling her pussy to the brink with my warm cum, flooding her womb over and over.
Sofia's thick body shook violently as her orgasm hit her. Her pussy gushed fresh juices onto my tongue and chin, her asshole clenching rhythmically as waves of pleasure tore through her.
She cried out loudly, her hand gripping the back of my head tighter as she pushed her ass back against my face, riding the orgasm on my tongue.
I didn't stop. I kept licking and sucking through her climax, drinking every drop of her sweet release while her body trembled and her moans filled the living room.
When her orgasm finally began to subside, Sofia collapsed forward onto the couch, breathing heavily, her thick ass still raised and her holes twitching from the aftershocks.
I pulled my face back slightly, my chin and lips shiny with her juices, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. The sight of this mature thick married woman bent over, pussy and asshole glistening and leaking, made my cock throb painfully hard.
Sofia looked back at me over her shoulder, her face flushed and satisfied, a small, shy smile on her lips. "You really know how to make a woman lose her mind, Alex..."
The afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over her curvy, spent body as she stayed in that exposed position, waiting for what I would do next.
"Where is Julian?" I asked, as Sofia had clearly taken a day off from her job, and her husband was here just a moment ago, the situation still fresh in my mind.
"Why didn't you go to your store today?" I asked, standing up slowly.
"You know, Alex, I wasn't feeling good, and I had to tell you this good news," she said, glancing back at me.
I lined up my throbbing cock against her pussy lips that had just squirted, and shoved it inside in one smooth, deep thrust.
Sofia's pussy was already sensitive from cumming so much, her walls fluttering and clenching around me as I filled her completely. She couldn't even balance her body on her arms anymore, her elbows buckled, and she collapsed forward onto the couch, her thick ass still raised high for me.
"Ahh, fuck, Alex," Sofia moaned as I pushed myself deeper.
"Shit, it's so wet inside," I groaned as I shoved myself deeper.
I gripped her wide hips tightly and started fucking her with long, powerful strokes, slamming into her from behind while she moaned brokenly into the cushions. Her pussy was soaked and greedy, sucking me in with every thrust, her juices coating my cock and dripping down her thighs.
Sofia's body jiggled beautifully with each impact, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her, her soft belly pressing into the couch, and her thick ass rippling as I railed her. She was completely lost in the pleasure, her moans muffled but constant as I took her hard and deep.
Her body was pure sin, thick thighs trembling, round ass rippling with each impact, her waist curving dramatically into those fertile hips that seemed made to be held and bred.
"Ahh—fuck, you're gonna make me cum so much," I groaned, my voice rough with lust.
Sofia's walls clenched around me like hot, silky velvet, sucking me deeper with every stroke. She was soaked, dripping down my shaft, her juices coating my balls as they slapped rhythmically against her.
I could feel her getting even wetter, her body surrendering completely to the pleasure.
With each deep thrust, I lost myself more in the overwhelming sensation. The tight, wet heat of her pussy gripped me perfectly, milking me, begging for everything I had.
I was throbbing hard inside her, my cock swelling even thicker as the pressure built rapidly at the base of my spine.
"Alex... fill me up," Sofia moaned desperately, her voice breaking into a needy whimper. She pushed her ass back against me, grinding in circles, desperate for every inch. "I want your cum... I need it so bad. Please, baby, give me all of it."
Her words sent a fresh surge of heat through me. She wanted it more than anything, my thick, warm load flooding her deep, painting her insides, claiming her completely.
"Don't worry, baby," I growled, my pace turning feral as I slammed into her harder. "I'm gonna cum so fucking much for you. I'm gonna fill this sweet hole until it's overflowing."
I could feel my balls tightening, heavy and full, ready to unleash. The pleasure was blinding now, every thrust sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through my body. Sofia's moans grew louder, more frantic, her inner walls fluttering and pulsing around my cock as she edged closer too.
I wanted to cum inside her while looking at her face, to watch how it would twist with ecstasy when I filled her. So I stopped fucking her and pulled my cock out of her pussy with a wet sound.
"Ahh... why did you pull it out?" Sofia moaned, her voice full of loss and frustration as her empty pussy clenched around nothing, still dripping and aching for me.
I turned Sofia around and made her lie on her back. Then I placed myself on top of her juicy, thick body, my chest pressing tightly against her heavy breasts, my abs against her soft stomach, and lined up my cock against her pussy.
"Ahhh... come here," Sofia got even more aroused by the position and wrapped her arms around me, wanting to hold me close when I came inside her.
She was going to be the mother of my child, and the thought alone had her pussy spasming wildly around the head of my cock as I pressed against her entrance.
I pushed forward slowly, sinking back into her warm, wet heat. Sofia's eyes fluttered and her mouth fell open in a silent moan as I filled her completely, stretching her sensitive walls once more. Her legs wrapped around my waist, locking me in place as if she never wanted me to leave.
I started thrusting, deep, steady strokes that made her breasts bounce against my chest and her soft belly press into mine with every movement.
Sofia's face twisted beautifully with pleasure, her eyes half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed as she took every inch of me.
The position was incredibly intimate. I could see every expression on her face, feel every tremble of her body, and hear every moan as I fucked her. Sofia held me tight, her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper with every thrust.
I was too close, so I slowed down, feeling every single thrust with deliberate, deep strokes. My cock slid in and out of Sofia's warm, wet pussy with long, controlled movements, savoring the way her walls hugged and fluttered around me.
"Baby, you are so hard right now," Sofia said, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes as she kissed my cheek softly, her lips warm and tender against my skin.
"Yeah... I can't control myself," I groaned, my voice strained as I hovered right on the edge, my hips still moving slowly but powerfully.
I held Sofia tightly, my arms wrapped around her thick, curvy body as I delivered my last few thrusts. The warmth of her mature body was so intoxicating, her soft belly pressed against mine, her heavy breasts squishing into my chest, her thick thighs wrapped around my waist.
I felt myself losing control, drifting into oblivion as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
Sofia held me close, her hand gently stroking the back of my hair as she cared for me, whispering soft, encouraging words against my ear. Her legs tightened around me, pulling me even deeper as if she wanted every inch of me when I finally let go.
With a deep, guttural groan, I buried myself as deep as possible inside her and came hard.
My cock pulsed violently as the first powerful rope of thick, hot cum erupted deep inside her.
Thick, powerful ropes of cum shot into her pussy, flooding her with everything I had left. Spurt after heavy spurt painted her inner walls, filling her completely as my cock pulsed and throbbed inside her.
"Ahhh—yes!" Sofia cried out in pure bliss, her body shaking as she felt me flooding her. I kept thrusting through my orgasm, pumping load after heavy load into her welcoming heat, rope after rope of warm, sticky cum filling her up until I could feel it starting to leak out around my shaft.
She held me even tighter, her fingers threading through my hair while her pussy clenched and milked every last drop from me.
We stayed like that for a long moment, me collapsed on top of her, still buried deep inside her cum-filled pussy, and Sofia holding me close, her hand gently stroking my hair as we both caught our breath.
"Please stay tonight, Alex. You don't have to worry about my husband anymore," Sofia said, her voice soft and needy as she felt my cum still leaking inside her, warm and thick.
"I want to, baby," I replied, lowering my mouth to one of her swollen tits and sucking the tender peak gently. Warm milk immediately leaked into my mouth, sweet and creamy, as I nursed from her.
Her breasts were so full and heavy, and she wasn't going to stop lactating anytime soon. I was going to make her pregnant again, and again, just so I could keep drinking from these perfect mommy milkers.
And the way Sofia had become even hotter after getting pregnant only fueled my desire. Her body looked more voluptuous, her breasts fuller, her hips wider, and her skin had a new, glowing softness. I wanted to make every other MILF in my harem pregnant as soon as possible too.
I wanted to claim each and every one of them, to breed them, to watch their bellies grow with my children, to own them completely.
I was still on top of Sofia, shooting my warm, thick cum inside her as deep as possible. My cock wanted to make her pregnant, it didn't know she already was, already swelling with my child.
The thought made me throb even harder, pumping more seed into her fertile, claimed body.
"Mmm," Sofia kept her arms wrapped around me and moaned into my mouth as she kissed me deeply. She was going crazy.
Getting my seed pumped inside her had made her horny beyond wild, her body a perfect sin that I wanted to drown in, her curves molded into my body as her heart radiated heat against my chest.
"Fuck, you made me cum so much, baby," I groaned as I moved my hips, pushing my cock in as it kept shooting cum, each pulse sending another thick rope deep into her welcoming heat.
"Ahh—keep it in, Alex, I love it," Sofia moaned, feeling how full my cock made her, how aroused she was getting from it. Her pussy kept clenching, milking me, not wanting to let a single drop escape.
She was addicted to this, to me, to the way I flooded her.
I squeezed Sofia's breasts, making milk leak out onto her chest, thick white trails running down her soft skin.
"Our baby's gonna drink from these, Alex. Leave some for them," Sofia said, blushing, her hand caressing my back with that gentle, maternal touch that only made me want to ruin her more.
"I'm not gonna share my milk with him," I said, my mouth already watering, thirsty for Sofia's milk. I was greedy and possessive. Her body was mine first.
"Him? Do you think it will be a boy?" Sofia said, smiling. I could see her maternal instincts light up on her face, she was glowing from my seed, from the life growing inside her.
That glow, that softness, it only made me want to fuck her again, to put another baby in her right after this one.
"I don't know, I just said it," I said, lowering my mouth to her nipples, sucking hard. Warm, sweet milk flooded my tongue immediately, creamy and perfect, and I drank greedily while my cock still twitched inside her cum-soaked pussy.
I felt like sleeping on Sofia's body, letting her warmth and softness pull me under. But I had a royal party to attend tonight, and I had to prepare for it.
I tried pulling myself out from Sofia's grasp, but she held me tight. She didn't want me going anywhere.
"Please stay with me, Alex. I'll make a tasty dinner for you tonight, and after that, I'll let you taste some dessert," Sofia said seductively. She knew how hungry I was for her motherly body, how her thick curves and heavy breasts had me completely under her spell.
"Baby, I have an important party to attend tonight," I said, still playing with her boobs, my thumbs brushing over her stiff, milk-leaking nipples. I couldn't stop touching her.
"Can I come to that party with you?" Sofia asked, her big eyes looking up at me, hopeful and needy.
"I would take you, but it's my college friend's party, and you need to take care of yourself. You're going to carry my child," I said, kissing Sofia gently. My hand rested on her soft belly, feeling the warmth where my baby was growing inside her.
She blushed into the kiss, her cheeks flushing that pretty pink that made my cock twitch all over again.
Slowly, I pulled my cock out from her pussy. My cum was oozing out of her hole in thick rivulets, pooling beneath her ass, dripping down her thighs.
"See how much you came," Sofia said, pouting, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers. She was showing me how my thick cum poured out of her, but also inviting me back inside, showing me her soft pink insides still twitching and hungry for more.
She wanted me to see what I'd done to her, and she wanted me to do it again.
"Yeah, it's too much," I said, admiring, feeling proud as fuck of filling her with my seed again. My cock was already half-hard just from watching it leak out of her.
"Don't you wanna kiss your baby?" Sofia said, putting her hand on her stomach gently, like a caring mother already.
I moved close and held Sofia by her wide hips, rested my face on her stomach, and kissed it gently. The skin was so soft, so warm. My child was in there, growing inside this perfect MILF, and the thought made me want to stay forever.
"Tell Dad to stay with Mom," Sofia said, as if she were speaking to the baby, though her tone carried a playful, teasing sweetness.
I moved up and held Sofia by the neck gently, kissed her slowly, deep and tender. "I'll come back," I said against her lips. "For you and my baby."
Sofia nodded, biting her lip, looking so fucking hot I almost didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted to spend the night buried inside Sofia, pumping more cum into her, making her moan until she couldn't walk.
But Aria also needed me at the party tonight, and I couldn't ignore that either.
I forced myself to pull away, my cock still wet and glistening, and started getting dressed while Sofia watched me from the couch, her legs still spread, my cum still leaking out of her pussy, her eyes begging me to come back.
After getting dressed, I picked up my bag from the boutique that had my suit for the party tonight and walked back to Sofia.
I lowered myself and kissed Sofia on the forehead. She tried to pull me back playfully, her fingers tugging at my shirt, but I slipped free. She let me go, smiling that satisfied, well-fucked smile that only made me want to climb back on top of her.
I walked out of her apartment, closed the door behind me. She was still on the couch, leaking my cum, looking satisfied.
Sofia's husband had gone out in anger, God knows where. I almost thought he was gonna jump me in some alley around here, but he didn't. He was too defeated to do anything. He knew his wife only worshipped my cock, belonged to me completely.
What could he do by harming me? He'd already lost. I owned his woman, I was breeding her, and he couldn't do shit about it.
It was still early evening and the party was at night, so I took the subway and reached my stop, got out, walked to my apartment building.
It had been a really tiring day, and I needed a shower after all that steamy sex with Sofia. My cock still smelled like her pussy, my skin still sticky with her sweat and milk.
I took the elevator up to my floor, my mind still replaying the events of the previous night. I had left my MILF cousin Julie in my bed that morning, fully naked, just under a thin sheet.
She had really drained me during the night with her thick, voluptuous body and those sinful curves. Just thinking about her made my cock twitch in my pants. I wondered if she was still in my apartment.
Julie and Lucy had come to stay with me because they had to attend a wedding in town. I hadn't even asked them when they planned to leave.
As I was walking toward my apartment, Tiffany's door suddenly opened. It was Brittany who stepped out. She looked at me with obvious relief.
"Oh, Alex... thank God you are here," Brittany said, her voice urgent but soft.
"What's up?" I asked, sensing that something had been going on.
Brittany glanced back toward her own apartment door for a second, then stepped closer to me in the hallway.
She was wearing a simple tank top and shorts that showed off her youthful, curvy figure, her perky breasts pressing against the fabric and her thick thighs on display. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and there was a nervous energy about her.
And she looked hella sexy. I couldn't stop myself. I moved closer and pressed my hands on her breasts from over her tank top, feeling how big they had become, full, heavy, and soft, the kind of breasts that made Brittany look like a MILF.
"Were you missing me, Brittany?" I asked, my palms gently squeezing and kneading them, feeling their weight and warmth through the thin fabric.
"Ahh, Alex..." Brittany moaned softly, her body instinctively leaning into my touch, her cheeks flushing deeper.
"Why are you outside, baby?" Suddenly Brittany's dad's voice came from inside their apartment as he was coming out.
I quickly moved my hands away from her breasts — it was too open, too risky to be doing anything like that right in the hallway.
"What happened?" I asked Brittany, trying to sound casual.
"Oh, my mom had a quarrel with your cousin, Alex," Brittany said, her voice a little nervous as she glanced back toward her apartment door.
"I'm sure it's nothing, baby," Brittany's dad said, as he stepped into the hallway, trying to downplay it with a forced smile.
"Why would they fight?" I asked, already feeling the beginnings of a headache. I really didn't want to deal with drama right now. I just wanted a shower.
David shrugged, looking a little awkward as he scratched the back of his neck. "I don't know. Tiffany just wouldn't tell me anything. I told her Julie and Lucy are our guests, but she got all worked up and stormed off."
"Where is Tiffany?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.
"She's in her room. She wouldn't open the door for us," Brittany said, her voice carrying a mix of worry and frustration. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her tank top stretching slightly across her perky breasts as she did so.
"And where are Julie and Lucy?" I asked.
"They went for some shopping. I don't know if they're back yet," Brittany replied, glancing down the hallway toward my apartment door.
"You want me to talk to Tiffany?" I offered, figuring it might be the quickest way to defuse whatever was going on.
"Yeah, Dad. Alex is right. Maybe Mom will listen to him," Brittany said quickly, looking at her father with hopeful eyes.
David hesitated for a second, clearly uncomfortable with the idea, but he eventually nodded. "Alright... if you think it'll help. Just... try to calm her down. She's been acting strange all morning."
Brittany gave me a small, grateful smile, her cheeks still carrying that faint pink flush.
The three of us stood in the hallway for a moment. David gave me one last awkward pat on the shoulder before turning back toward his apartment. "I'll be in the living room if you need me."
Brittany lingered for a second longer, her hand brushing my arm lightly. "Thanks, Alex. I don't know what's gotten into her, but... maybe you can make her feel better."
With that, we followed David inside the apartment.
David sat on the couch in the living room, watching TV with a forced casualness, flipping through channels without really paying attention. Me and Brittany went straight to Tiffany's room, standing just outside the closed door.
"Mom," Brittany knocked gently, trying to get her mother to open the door.
Nothing happened. There was only silence from inside.
"Tiff," I said, knocking a little firmer.
Brittany looked at me with worried eyes, biting her lower lip. "She's been like this since the fight with Julie. She won't talk to Dad or me."
I knocked again, softer this time. "Tiffany, it's me. Can I come in? We just want to talk."
After a while, Tiffany spoke up, her voice quiet but firm.
"Only you can come in, Alex," Tiffany said.
She clearly only wanted me to come in.
Brittany looked a little hurt but nodded slowly, stepping back from the door. "Okay, Mom... I'll wait out here."
Tiffany opened the door just wide enough for me to slip inside, then closed it softly behind me, leaving Brittany in the hallway. The click of the lock was quiet but final.
The bedroom was dimly lit, the curtains still drawn.
Tiffany stood there in nothing but her underwear, her thick, curvy body filling it out in all the right places. The white lace bra barely contained her heavy breasts, and the matching panties hugged her wide hips and thick thighs.
Her posture was tense, arms crossed under her chest, one hand resting protectively on her belly.
She looked at me with a mix of exhaustion, jealousy, and raw need. "I don't want to talk to anyone else right now. Just you."
"What happened, Tiff?" I asked, moving closer. "Brittany said you and Julie had a fight."
She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to rest on my chest. Her touch was warm, but there was a slight tremble in her fingers. "Did you drink from Julie's breasts, Alex?" she asked outright, her voice low but sharp.
"What?" I said, genuinely caught off guard. I didn't know how Tiffany had even found that out.
"Julie told me you drank milk from her boobs all night," Tiffany said, glancing down at her own breasts. "Do you like her better because she's lactating?"
"Where did that come from, Tiff?" I asked, moving even closer and wrapping my arms around her thick body, pulling her against me.
She hid her face in my chest, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment and insecurity. "Are my boobs less attractive now that you found out your sister's boobs are filled with milk?" Tiffany said, her voice muffled against my shirt.
She sounded smaller than usual, feeling lesser than Julie in that moment, even though her own body was just as voluptuous and beautiful.
I held her tighter, one hand stroking her back while the other rested on the small of her back, feeling the soft curve where her waist met her wide hips. "Tiff... that's not true at all," I said gently, kissing the top of her head. "Your breasts are perfect."
I reached out and lowered her bra, letting her heavy breasts spill free into my hands. I squeezed the soft, full flesh, feeling their weight and warmth as my thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples.
"Would you like them better if I lactated, Alex?" she asked, placing her hand over mine and stopping my squeezing for a moment. Her voice was soft, vulnerable, and a little hopeful.
I couldn't say anything right away. Of course I would like her breasts better if she made milk, I would have gladly drunk from her, just like I had from Julie.
The thought of Tiffany's heavy, pregnant tits leaking warm milk for me made my cock twitch hard in my pants.
As we were looking at each other, a knock came from outside the door.
"Everything alright, honey?" It was David's voice, concerned but polite. "Let me in please."
"No, I just want to talk to Alex," Tiffany said firmly, not letting her husband in.
"Why the hell she wants to talk to this guy?" David asked Brittany, his voice low but loud enough that I could hear everything through the door. He sounded frustrated and suspicious. "Let me in, Tiff."
"Dad, Julie is Alex's cousin," Brittany defended me quickly. "Mom needs Alex to listen to what Julie has done."
"Alright," David said with a sigh, his footsteps retreating back toward the living room. I heard the couch creak as he sat down again, clearly unhappy but choosing not to push it further.
The room fell quiet again. Tiffany stayed close to me, her bare breasts still in my hands, her breathing a little uneven. She looked up at me, her eyes glistening with a mix of jealousy, need, and quiet desperation.
"She's been acting like she owns you," Tiffany whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "Walking around half-naked, talking about sleeping in your bed like it's her right. I told her it wasn't appropriate, and she got defensive. Said I was being territorial over you."
"Julie and Lucy are gonna leave soon, Tiff. You don't have to worry about them," I said, trying to reassure her as I stepped closer.
"I wanted to stay the night with you, but she took that from me," Tiffany replied, her voice cracking with frustration and lingering jealousy. She looked up at me with those pleading eyes.
"Don't worry, Tiff. I'm gonna fulfill your wish soon," I said, my hand sliding down to the waistband of her panties. I slipped my fingers inside, finding her already wet and warm, and gently rubbed her swollen clit. Tiffany let out a soft, needy moan, her body shivering at my touch.
"You just say that, Alex, but you are always busy. You don't have any time for me," Tiffany said, her voice trembling. "You know, last night David tried to shove his dick inside me when we were sleeping. I got angry at him and slept on the couch. I couldn't be with him anymore."
After being with me, Tiffany couldn't even look at any other male, let alone her husband. The thought of anyone else touching her now felt wrong to her.
"You think Julie is better than me, Alex?" Tiffany asked, her tone laced with insecurity. She moved away from me and let her bra and panties drop to the ground, standing completely naked in front of me.
Then she turned around and climbed onto her bed, with one leg up and pushing her ass out, showing me exactly what she had to offer.
Her massive ass was a work of art, round, thick, and perfectly shaped, the kind of ass that jiggled beautifully with the slightest movement. Her hourglass figure and fair skin, made my mouth water.
Tiffany knew exactly how to arouse me, even while she was feeling sad and jealous. She arched her back, presenting herself to me, her swollen pussy lips glistening with arousal as she glanced back over her shoulder.
"My husband is just outside, Alex, and I'm here like this with you... ahhh," Tiffany moaned softly, her voice full of need as she pushed her ass out even more, letting me know how much she cared for me and how badly she wanted me right now.