Milf M up close? Brothers, she was even better than from a distance. White hair flowing loose down her back, classy blouse and skirt clinging to every dangerous curve.
Those buttons on her top were straight-up losing the war against her massive tits—straining, begging to pop. Hips wide, ass round and firm, the kind of body that makes a man forget his own name.
She hit me with that classic protective mom glare, eyes narrowing as she sized me up.
"Who are you? What's going on with my daughter?" Sharp tone, like she already smelled trouble.
I played it cool—smile easy, hands open, harmless as hell. "I'm Mike, ma'am. New student at school. Just introducing myself to your daughter here."
She turned to to get daughter, voice still edged with doubt if its true.
Goddess R hesitated for a split second long enough for me to notice but then nodded. "Yeah, Mom. He just told me his name and everything."
That did it. Hearing it from her own daughter softened Milf M right up. She looked back at me, suspicion fading, and actually apologized for misunderstanding.
I shrugged it off smooth. "No problem at all. Any mom would protect a daughter like hers. She's lucky to have you."
Cheeks went pink. Moms eat that shit up every time. A few more compliments, some light chat, and she was smiling easy. Suspicion? Gone.
But Goddess R tried to bail— "Mom, let's go now."
Didn't happen. She walked away clean that day, saved by mommy. Frustrating, yeah—but brothers, that milf was fine as hell. Bodies like hers don't grow on trees.
Fuck... he's describing Aunt Marie like she's some piece of meat. My stomach twisted.
Still, I wasn't walking away empty-handed. Got something better—their address.
Small town. Connections. Easy.
He found their house just like that? My hands were shaking. This bastard was one step ahead the whole time.
Next afternoon, I showed up at their door. School bag slung over my shoulder, looking like the perfect struggling student.
Milf M answered, dressed just as classy—hair perfect, another tight dress screaming sin underneath. Curves on full display.
"What are you doing here?"
I Put on the innocent face. "Your daughter said I could come over anytime if I needed help with exams. I'm really falling behind."
She glanced at my bag, thought for a second. "She doesn't have friends over much... except that boy A." She smiled a little, like it was cute.
Haha... She was talking about that loser boyfriend of hers. Looks like I'm going to take his place.
Loser. He called me a loser again. Heat rushed to my face. I wanted to smash something.
But Milf M just stepped aside. "Come in. She's in her room—up the stairs, second door on the right."
Didn't knock.
Pushed it open.
Goddess R at her desk, books spread out. Ponytail loose, blue top dipping low enough to show smooth white cleavage, shorts riding high on those perfect thighs.
She turned, expecting her mom. You should've seen her face, brothers. Pure shock—mouth open, eyes wide.
"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?"
Surprise.
"Get out. Now."
Cute. Like I was gonna listen.
She still had those cold eyes, but underneath? Fear. She knew the deal. Knew what would happen to her weak little boyfriend if she made a scene.
She denied it at first—same fire as before. But I don't back down. Never do. And just like that day outside school... she broke.
She agreed. Agreed to dump the trash and become my girlfriend.
"No... she can't..." The words slipped out loud before I realized it was midnight. My heart was pounding.
She had to. What choice did she have? Watch her boyfriend get both hands snapped this time? Nah. She sacrificed herself to protect him.
Pathetic, but useful.
I sat on her bed like I owned the place—because now I did. Boyfriend pass activated.
Did what any new boyfriend would do. Grabbed her. Pulled her in. Kissed her.
She turned her head fast, breaking it. "I didn't agree to kissing."
I just Laughed on her innocence. "We're girlfriend and boyfriend now. That's what we do."
Silence. She stared at the floor, thinking about him again. Vulnerable. Beautiful.
Then, brothers... she closed her eyes. Shut them tight. Lifted her chin in surrender.
I took her lips again. Deeper this time. Tongue pushing in. She tasted like mint and innocence—sweet, warm, perfect. Her small mouth opened for me, tongue shy at first, then responding the longer I claimed her. I sucked her lower lip, bit gentle. She let out this tiny whimper that went straight to my dick.
Her hands rested on my shoulders—not pushing away, not pulling closer. Just... there. Body softening against mine, chest pressing soft and warm.
Goddess for a reason. After all the women I've had, her kiss alone had me rock hard.
My hand was shaking so bad I almost dropped the phone. Rose... kissing him. Willingly. I couldn't picture it. Didn't want to.
I slid my hand to the hem of her top, ready to pull it up—ready for the main course.
Then fuck, door opened.
Milf M standing there, plate of snacks in hand, face drained of color. Like she'd seen a ghost.
Fair. Catching your daughter making out with some guy when she's supposed to have a boyfriend? Messy.
Goddess R spilled everything—told her mom the whole deal. Milf M's face went from shock to despair, then pure fury. Threatened to call the police if I didn't get out and leave her daughter alone.
No leverage yet. Had to back off.
But mark my words, brothers—she's already mine. Goddess R is in my palm. And once Milf M realizes there's no protecting her little girl without paying the price herself... she'll come crawling. Begging to trade places if it keeps me away.
Give it time.
Next update when I finally claim what's mine. Maybe both of them.
Stay tuned.
I felt a wave of relief knowing Aunt Marie had shown up just in time to save Rose that day.
But the relief didn't last. Reality crashed in fast.
This happened weeks ago. I already knew how it ended—Aunt Marie riding Mike that day I peeked, her moans echoing in my head. Then the vibrator in the café. She gave in. She became exactly what he wanted.
I needed to know how he broke her. Every detail.
My thumb hovered over the next entry, but I glanced at the time on my phone. Already way past midnight. School tomorrow. I couldn't show up half-dead.
'I'll read the rest tomorrow.' I set the phone back on the table with a sigh.
To be continued…
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