"It must be so hard for both of you to live in a foreign country alone," I said, voice gentle but eyes roaming over them—mother and daughter, both beautiful in their own way, thick and curvy, the older one's maturity showing in her fuller figure, the younger one's plump softness making her look ripe and inviting.
They both nodded slightly, the older woman's eyes flicking back to my now fully hard dick, cheeks burning redder, while the younger one kept stealing glances, biting her lip, thighs pressing together under her clothes.
"Mom works so hard for me. She wants to send me to college," the younger maid said, innocence in her eyes and deep love for her mother in her voice, soft and earnest, glancing at her mother with admiration.
