Chapter 641: The MILF Mother is Juicy As Hell

The heat between us was immeasurable. Standing so close after everything that had already happened on the train made the air feel heavy and charged. Both of us already knew how things were going to turn out soon, the only real question was how long we could keep quiet with her son just one room away.

"Say, Heather... didn’t you miss me?" I asked as I moved even closer. My fingers caught the thin strap of her soft peach dress and slowly slid it down her right shoulder, exposing more of her warm, smooth skin.

Heather melted into the contact almost immediately. Her breathing grew heavier, and I could already see her nipples stiffening under the fabric of her dress. The tension she had been holding since the elevator began to crack under my touch.

"I missed you so much, Alex... I couldn’t stop thinking about you," Heather moaned softly, her voice thick with restrained desire.

I pressed my body fully against hers from the front, trapping her between me and the quiet atmosphere of the apartment. My left hand settled on her wide hip, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh.

Damn... she was thick as hell. Every curve of her body was packed with soft, juicy weight. I could have spent the entire night devouring her while her son cried and listened to his mother’s helpless moans.

"Then why are you so scared, Heather?" I asked, keeping my voice low as I continued holding her hip.

Heather’s eyes flicked nervously toward the master bedroom, where Max was still arranging their things.

"Max is here, Alex... please..." she whispered. The fear of being caught by her own son was clear in her voice.

I was coming on too strong, and she was struggling to keep control of the situation.

Instead of pulling back completely, I raised my right hand and gave her soft belly a light slap, feeling the thick curve of her stomach under my palm. My fingers continued exploring her waist and the side of her body, openly appreciating every soft line of her mature figure.

"Ahhh... Alex... not here, please..." Heather moaned, her voice caught between protest and reluctant arousal.

I leaned in closer, my mouth near her ear.

"Did you bring your bikini, Heather?" I asked. "Why don’t we all go up to the pool? It’s going to be dark soon, and the view from the rooftop is really lovely at this hour."

Heather shook her head quickly.

"No, Alex... I don’t have my bikini," she said.

I smirked against her skin, my hand still resting possessively on her thick hip.

"You don’t need any, Heather," I replied. "That much I can tell for sure."

The meaning behind my words hung heavily between us. Heather’s breathing stayed uneven as she remained pressed against me, her dress strap still hanging off one shoulder, her body responding to every touch even while her mind stayed fixed on the fact that her son was only a room away.

"Let’s ditch your son and go to the pool," I said, my voice low and rough. Standing this close to Heather was making me unbearably horny.

The soft heat of her thick body, the way her dress clung to her curves, and the lingering tension from the elevator were all pushing me closer to losing restraint.

Before Heather could answer, Max’s voice suddenly called out from the master bedroom.

"Mom, I can’t find my boxers!" he shouted, still inside the room and not coming out.

Heather immediately snapped out of the moment. Her hand shot up and quickly adjusted the strap of her dress that I had pulled down earlier, fixing it back over her shoulder with practiced speed.

"Look carefully, son... it’s in there," she called back, forcing her voice to sound calm and normal.

I watched her with a dark sense of amusement. Her son was already proving to be an obstacle, and that only made the idea of breaking Heather even more enjoyable.

The challenge of claiming her while he stayed nearby sent a fresh throb through my cock.

Once the brief interruption passed, Heather turned her attention back to me. A faint trace of jealousy flickered across her face.

"Alex... did you ever go to the pool with that woman, Lily?" she asked. She had clearly noticed how lustful and hot Lily’s body looked in that tight red bikini, and it bothered her more than she wanted to admit.

I smirked slightly.

"Yeah, Heather. She’s really good at the pool," I replied, even though I had never actually gone swimming with Lily. The implication alone was enough to stir the jealousy I could already see in Heather’s eyes.

Heather’s gaze drifted for a moment, as if she was still picturing Lily’s thick, well-maintained figure.

"Yeah... she has really maintained her body. Doesn’t she have kids?" she asked.

I smiled darkly at the question.

"She will soon," I said with quiet certainty. It was only a matter of time before my children would be crying for their mothers’ milk on every floor of this building.

Before the conversation could go any deeper, Max finally stepped out of the master bedroom. He was holding a pair of boxers in his hand, looking far more energetic than either of us.

"Mom, let’s go to the pool!" he said with open enthusiasm, clearly excited by the idea of having access to a rooftop pool in the building.

Heather glanced at her son, then at me, a light blush coloring her cheeks.

"Son... I didn’t bring my swimsuit," she said, her voice softer now as she looked back toward me with mild embarrassment.

I seized the opportunity immediately.

"It’s no problem, Heather," I said casually. "It’s a private pool, only for the building’s residents. And I’m sure there’s no one up there at this hour. You could just go in your underwear, nobody would care."

Heather’s face flushed deeper at the suggestion. The idea of walking up to the rooftop and getting into the pool in nothing but her underwear clearly embarrassed her, especially with both me and her son present.

"It won’t look good, Alex," she said, shifting uncomfortably. "You both are young... you could wear anything. But me..."

"Mom, but when will we get another chance to enjoy a rooftop pool? Please, Mom..." Max begged, his voice full of genuine excitement. He clearly didn’t want to miss the opportunity.