Chapter 637: The Caring Mother And Her Son

Even after some time apart, Heather looked exactly as I remembered, thick, soft, and unmistakably mature. Standing beside her was her son, the same one who had once been forced to listen over the phone while I used his mother’s body.

Heather’s eyes met mine, and for a brief second a flicker of recognition and lingering tension passed between us. She had actually come, just like she said she would... and she had brought her son with her.

Lily stood between us in her revealing red bikini, clearly waiting for an explanation, while the quiet lobby suddenly felt a lot heavier with the arrival of the woman I had been looking forward to claiming again.

"Alex, this lady says you asked her to come here. Do you know her?" Lily asked, looking between me and Heather with mild curiosity.

I nodded casually.

"Yeah, Lily. You might not remember her, but she was the train conductor on our ride to the beach house. You were asleep the whole time, that’s why you never met her," I explained.

"Oh..." Lily replied, the recognition slowly settling in even though she hadn’t seen Heather properly back then.

I continued smoothly, keeping the story clean and believable in front of both women and Heather’s son.

"We got talking on the train. She mentioned she was looking for some good colleges for her son, so we exchanged numbers. She’s in our city for a few days, so I invited her over. Is it okay if we let them stay at the empty apartment next to Maya’s?" I asked, turning the decision toward Lily as if it needed her approval.

Lily glanced at Heather and her son, then back at me.

"Yeah, Alex, it’s okay. But you should have told me sooner. I would have asked Maya to clean that place up properly," she said, her tone practical more than annoyed.

"Don’t worry about that. I’ll ask Maya to clean it up," I replied easily. Then I let my eyes travel over Lily’s oiled skin and the tight red bikini that left almost nothing to the imagination. "Anyway... are you going to the pool?"

Lily was already dressed for it, the same revealing red bikini she had worn the first day I saw her outside my apartment. The thin fabric clung to her thick curves, and the light sheen of oil on her skin made every soft line of her body stand out under the lobby lights.

While we spoke, I noticed Heather’s son staring openly at Lily. His eyes kept drifting to her heavy ass and the way the bikini bottoms dug slightly into her soft cheeks. He was around my age, and the hunger in his gaze was obvious.

I was certain that later tonight, even with his own thick, motherly walking snack of a mother sleeping nearby, he would still end up stroking himself senseless while imagining Lily’s body.

The thought almost made me smirk. He had no idea that the real prize standing next to him, his own mother in that soft peach dress, was the one I planned to thoroughly enjoy once they were settled in the apartment upstairs.

Heather stood quietly beside her son, the thin straps of her dress resting delicately on her shoulders, a faint blush still lingering on her cheeks from our earlier handshake.

The tension between us remained unspoken but heavy, while Lily, completely unaware of the real history, simply adjusted one of her bikini straps.

"No, I’m coming back from the pool," Lily explained. "I was just about to head into the office when I saw them walking in. They looked a little confused, so I thought I should help. I know everyone who lives in the building."

I gave her a small nod of appreciation.

"Yeah, thanks for that, Lily," I said.

Max, Heather’s son, perked up at the mention of the pool.

"You have a pool in the building?" he asked, clearly interested.

"Yeah, buddy. We’ve got a pool up on the rooftop," I replied casually.

The young man extended his hand toward me with a polite smile.

"Hey Alex, I’m Max," he introduced himself.

"Hey, bro," I greeted him, shaking his hand firmly.

Max immediately turned to his mother, his excitement obvious.

"Mom, they have a pool in the building. How awesome is that?" he said.

Heather smiled softly at her son’s enthusiasm.

"Yeah, baby... it’s really good," she replied, her voice calm and warm.

Max’s attention quickly shifted back to Lily. His eyes lingered a little too long on her oiled skin and the way the red bikini clung to her thick curves.

"Hey, Miss Lily... would you show me the pool if that’s okay?" Max asked. It was clear he wanted a chance to be alone with her. Any guy his age would have been drooling over Lily in that tight bikini, the way the fabric hugged her heavy ass and the soft shine of oil on her skin made her almost impossible to ignore.

Lily’s expression remained polite but firm.

"It’s Mrs. Lily. I’m married," she corrected him calmly. "I think Alex will show you the pool later."

Max’s face fell slightly.

"Oh..." he muttered, clearly disappointed that his attempt had been shut down so cleanly.

Lily turned her attention back to Heather, keeping the conversation practical.

"Why don’t we get you settled in the apartment first? You must be tired after traveling. Let’s go, Alex, we should show them the place," she suggested.

Heather gave a small, grateful nod.

"Yeah... thanks," she said softly.

Max picked up their trolley bag without being asked, and the four of us started walking toward the elevators together. The lobby was quiet except for the soft sound of the bag’s wheels rolling across the polished floor.

When the elevator doors opened, Heather and I stepped in first and naturally ended up standing at the back. Lily and Max stood in front of us, facing the doors. The small space made the arrangement feel intimate by force.