Chapter 638: The Caring Mother is Groped

From where Heather and I stood, Lily’s thick ass was in full, uninterrupted view. The red bikini bottoms stretched tightly across her soft cheeks, every curve emphasized by the thin, damp fabric and the sheen of oil still on her skin.

Heather’s eyes drifted to it for a moment. Then she slowly turned her head and looked at me.

There was a quiet understanding in her gaze. She already knew how horny and lustful I could be. She could also sense the easy familiarity between Lily and me, the way Lily spoke to me, the comfort in our interaction.

It wasn’t hard for her to figure out that something had already happened between us. Still, Heather didn’t say a word. She simply held my gaze for a second longer before looking forward again, her expression unreadable.

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft mechanical sound. A moment later the cabin began to rise, carrying all four of us upward in silence. The air inside felt heavier than it should have, filled with unspoken tension, lingering glances, and the quiet awareness that this arrangement was only just beginning.

Max started talking to Lily just to keep a conversation going. His tone was casual, but it was obvious he was looking for any excuse to stay close to her.

"Hey, how much is the rent here? I think I’ll move into one of these apartments when I enroll in a college nearby," Max asked, trying to sound mature and interested.

Lily answered him professionally, slipping into her role as the building manager without hesitation.

"Well, the first-floor apartments start at..." she began explaining the different rates and availability, her voice steady and businesslike as she listed the details.

Behind them, Heather and I stood close together in the back of the elevator. Our shoulders were touching in the limited space. While Max and Lily continued their conversation in front of us, I took the opportunity without wasting another second.

I slid my right hand behind Heather and firmly placed it on her thick ass, squeezing one soft cheek through the thin fabric of her peach dress. The moment my fingers sank into her flesh, Heather gasped quietly. She turned her head toward me, her mouth slightly open in shock.

Being groped so openly while her own son stood only a couple of inches away clearly sent a rush of forbidden arousal through her. I could see it in her expression, the widened eyes, the quickened breath, the way her soft facial features tensed and then softened under the sudden contact.

I continued caressing her ass slowly, my palm moving over the heavy curve of her cheek.

On the train I had thoroughly used her body, but her asshole had been the one place I left untouched. Now, with my hand on her, I made sure she understood exactly what I was planning for tonight.

My fingers pressed inward, trying to force a path between her thick cheeks so I could push against her rear entrance even over the dress. Her soft, heavy ass resisted the intrusion, the dense flesh making it difficult to reach deeper, but the pressure alone was enough to make her breathe harder.

Heather and I locked eyes while I kept groping her. The elevator continued its quiet rise, filled with the mundane sound of Lily explaining rental prices and building amenities to Max.

Neither of them noticed what was happening right behind their backs. Heather’s warm body stayed pressed against mine, her thick ass filling my hand as I continued to claim it in secret.

After a moment I shifted slightly and gestured downward with my eyes, directing Heather’s attention to the front of my pants. My cock had gotten painfully hard the moment I saw her again in that soft peach dress, and the thick outline of my bulge was impossible to miss.

Heather’s gaze dropped to it. She stared for several long seconds, clearly remembering exactly how big it had felt inside her on the train. A faint flush spread across her cheeks as the memory mixed with the present sensation of my hand still working over her ass.

The elevator finally reached the top floor with a soft chime. The doors slid open, flooding the cabin with brighter light from the hallway.

"Let’s go. You’re on this floor," Lily said as she stepped out with Max.

Heather and I followed them out of the elevator. I slowly removed my hand from her ass at the last possible second, letting my fingers drag across her soft cheek one final time before the four of us started walking down the corridor together toward the empty apartment.

As we reached the empty apartment, the door suddenly opened from the inside. Maya stepped out into the hallway, still holding a few cleaning supplies in her hands. A light sheen of sweat covered her skin, and she was wearing a revealing saree that clung softly to her thick curves from the work she had been doing.

"Hi Maya, what were you doing in here?" Lily asked, clearly surprised to see her coming out of the supposedly unused unit.

Maya straightened up and answered respectfully.

"Oh, Lily ma’am... I was cleaning the apartment," she said in her usual graceful tone, though her breathing was still a little uneven from the effort.

Lily glanced past her into the unit, noticing the faint signs of recent work.

"Was it really that bad?" she asked. The empty apartment was supposed to have been closed up and only needed light dusting.

But I already knew the truth. After everything I had done in there with Judy, the messy sheets soaked with my cum and her juices, the filthy evidence left behind, Maya must have had a hard time cleaning it all up. She had probably replaced the sheets entirely and scrubbed the place thoroughly to remove every trace.

Maya gave a small, polite smile.

"It’s clean now, ma’am," Maya said, looking at me and then at Heather, who was walking beside me.

"Are they the new tenants?" Maya asked.

Her eyes briefly flicked toward me, then lingered for a second on Heather, who was standing quietly beside me. There was a subtle shift in Maya’s expression, a quiet understanding, as if she could already sense the nature of the situation.

Lily turned slightly and began explaining.

"No, Maya, they’re not permanent tenants. Alex knows this lady, and he’s invited her to stay here for a while with her son," she said.

Maya looked at me again, then at Heather’s faintly flushed face. Whatever thoughts passed through her mind, she kept them to herself. She simply nodded, her gaze lingering a moment longer on the thick, mature woman standing next to me before she stepped aside.

"Let’s get you settled in," I said, breaking the short silence.