Chapter 643: Spreading Oil on Juicy Mother

Heather stood there in her soft peach dress, the late sunlight catching on her shoulders, while Max waited near the edge of the pool in his boxers, completely unaware of the tension building between his mother and the man he had just called a brother.

"I’m going in, Mom!" Max shouted right before he ran the last few steps and jumped into the pool. A big splash of water shot up into the air as he disappeared under the surface, then came up laughing and shaking his wet hair.

Just like that, Heather and I were left alone at the edge of the pool near the lounge chairs. The late afternoon light was already softening, and the rooftop felt quieter without Max standing between us.

Heather’s eyes drifted toward the bathroom door for a moment before she looked at me.

"What did that woman Lily apply on her body, Alex?" she asked. There was a clear note of curiosity in her voice, mixed with something sharper, jealousy.

I already knew what she was talking about. The soft sheen of oil on Lily’s skin earlier had been impossible to miss.

"I think that was some oil," I replied casually. "We have that in the bathroom as well. It’s almost dark, Heather... why don’t you skip the sunscreen? I’ll get that oil for you instead."

Heather hesitated, her fingers lightly touching the thin strap of her peach dress. Her skin was milky and smooth, pale and soft under the fading sunlight. Compared to Lily’s lightly tanned, well-maintained body, she clearly felt a little insecure.

"You think my body would look good like Lily’s if I applied that oil?" she asked quietly. "She seemed to have a little tanned body..."

The way she said it made her jealousy obvious. It wasn’t just about the oil or the tan. Lily lived in the same building as me. She got to stay close, see me often, walk around in that tight bikini like it was nothing. Heather had noticed all of it.

I stepped closer to her, closing the small distance between us until the heat of her body was easy to feel.

"Yeah," I said, my voice lower now. "You would look even hotter than her."

Heather’s breath caught slightly at the words. The tension between us was undeniable.

From the pool, Max’s cheerful voice suddenly cut through the moment.

"It’s really fun!" he shouted, completely lost in the water as he swam across the surface.

And why wouldn’t he be? He was around my age, a normal guy who still got excited by simple things like a rooftop pool and a clear evening sky. His idea of fun was swimming, laughing, and enjoying the view.

Mine was completely different.

While Max splashed around without a care in the world, my kind of fun was far darker, burying my face between the soft thighs of mature women, tasting their pussies and assholes, making them moan and break while the rest of the world stayed oblivious.

And right now, the thick, milky-skinned mother standing in front of me was the one I intended to enjoy next.

"Why don’t you remove your dress? You don’t want any oil getting on it, right?" I said. I couldn’t wait any longer to see her thick, motherly body without the soft peach fabric covering it.

Heather gave a small, slightly nervous smile.

"Yeah... we don’t want that," she agreed.

She reached up and slowly lowered the thin straps from her shoulders. The dress loosened around her chest and began sliding down her body. Underneath, she was wearing a soft white bra that looked like it was struggling to contain her heavy breasts.

The creamy, milky cleavage that came into view was full and soft, the deep line between her tits drawing my eyes immediately. Heather’s cheeks flushed pink as she noticed how openly I was staring at her body.

She didn’t stop. Bit by bit she worked the dress down over her wide hips and thick thighs until it fell completely to the floor around her feet. Now she stood in front of me in just her white bra and matching panties.

Her huge ass, wide child-bearing hips, and thick milky thighs were fully on display. It was almost too much, a mature woman stripping down to her underwear out in the open on a rooftop, with her own son swimming only a short distance away.

But Max didn’t care. He was completely lost in the water, splashing around without a second thought for what was happening at the edge of the pool.

I didn’t waste time either. I quickly pulled off my shirt and then shoved my pants down, leaving me in just my underwear. The thick bulge of my hard cock strained heavily against the fabric, the outline clear and impossible to miss.

Heather’s eyes dropped to it almost immediately. She stared at the heavy shape, clearly remembering how big it had felt inside her on the train. Her gaze lingered there for several long seconds, her breathing growing a little heavier.

I grabbed a folded mat from under one of the lounge chairs and spread it out near the edge of the pool.

"I’ll get the oil, Heather. Why don’t you lay down here?" I said, patting the mat.

"Hmm..." Heather replied softly.

She stepped out of the dress pooled at her feet and carefully lowered herself onto the mat, lying on her back. Her heavy breasts shifted inside the tight white bra as she settled, and her thick thighs rested softly against each other.

I turned and walked quickly toward the small rooftop bathroom. Inside, I found a single bottle of oil sitting on the shelf, the same kind of glossy body oil Lily had been wearing earlier. I grabbed it and headed back out.

When I returned, Heather was already waiting on the mat just as I had left her. The fading sunlight caught on her milky skin, highlighting the soft curves of her stomach, the deep line of her cleavage, and the thick shape of her thighs.

I walked over and sat down close beside her, close enough that our bodies nearly touched.