Chapter 718: The Neighborhood MILFs

"So when did you finally find him again?" I asked carefully.

Yuki wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "He was missing for a whole month, Alex. An entire month. We had no news of him at all... nothing. The police tried to help us. They searched for him and questioned people, but they couldn’t find a single lead. It was as if he had simply vanished off the face of the earth.

"Then, one morning, we woke up and opened the front door... and there he was, lying right outside our house. Completely naked.

"Ever since that day, he hasn’t been the same. He’s delusional, just like you saw earlier. He still recognizes me as his mother, but he keeps talking about wanting to go to his ’mom’... as if I’m not his mother. God only knows who took him or what they did to brainwash my boy like this."

Her voice broke completely, and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

June reached across the low table and gently took her mother’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Mom, it’s okay. Jake is with us now. He’s safe. He’ll come around eventually."

I sat there in silence for a moment, trying to process everything I had just heard. Her story matched the dark, unsettling rumors I’d overheard on the ferry, the same ones Chad and his friends had been whispering about. People disappearing on this island. Some returning... but not as the same people they had been before.

"So the rumors about people disappearing from this island... they’re actually true?" I asked quietly.

Yuki’s shoulders began to shake as she broke down even harder. "We don’t know, Alex. We honestly don’t. We don’t have any enemies. We’re just simple, hardworking people. We’ve never hurt anyone. I don’t understand what they did to my son... or why they chose him."

June moved closer to her mother and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, gently rubbing her back in slow, comforting circles as Yuki continued to sob quietly against her.

It was really too much to take in all at once.

Now that I knew people actually disappeared from this island, the danger suddenly felt real. Chad, me, and the rest of the boys who had come here looking for easy pleasure from lonely, horny MILFs... we weren’t nearly as safe as we had assumed.

June stayed close to her mother, one arm wrapped gently around Yuki’s shoulders while the older woman continued to sob quietly against her.

Then, without warning, we heard footsteps coming from the outer garden. Someone was approaching from the side of the open veranda.

"Yuki, what’s taking you so long? Did you decide to take a half-day off?"

Two older women stepped into view from the side of the veranda, standing out in the sunlit garden. Both of them were dressed almost exactly like Yuki — thin, tight vests that clung to their bodies and small cotton shorts that hugged their thick, juicy thighs.

"Oh... Yuki has a visitor," one of them said with clear interest.

The two women exchanged a quick, mischievous glance the moment they noticed me sitting inside the house. Their eyes lingered on me a second longer than necessary.

June stood up politely, her voice calm and respectful. "Aunt Donna, Aunt Eli, please come in. This is Alex, our guest from the mainland. He’s staying with us for a while."

"Did you say mainland?" one of the women repeated, raising her eyebrows. They looked at each other again, the curiosity in their expressions growing stronger.

Both of them slipped off their worn sandals in the garden, then stepped up onto the wooden veranda and entered the living room. Their skin was glistening with fresh sweat, as if they had just come straight from working in the fields under the hot sun.

Yuki quickly wiped her face with the back of her hand and forced herself to sit up straighter, trying her best to hide the fact that she had been crying only moments earlier. "Alex... these are our neighbors."

The two women stopped directly in front of me, close enough that I could smell the mix of sun, sweat, and earth on their skin.

Both wore the same style of thin, tight vests and short cotton shorts that left very little to the imagination.

The first one — Aunt Donna — had long grey-streaked hair pulled up into a loose bun. Her skin was fair compared to most people on the island, and her body was openly voluptuous: heavy, full breasts that strained against the thin vest, a soft stomach, and wide, mature hips that filled out her shorts. She stood a little taller than Yuki and carried herself with a quiet confidence.

The second one — Aunt Eli — had short dark hair and deeply tanned skin, the kind of rich brown that only came from years of hard outdoor work under the sun. Clear tan lines from her vest straps marked her shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts, and more faint lines showed across her midriff where the vest had ridden up. Her body was just as ripe and womanly, strong, thick thighs, a heavy mature chest, and the solid, sturdy frame of someone used to physical labor.

Both women looked to be in their late forties or early fifties. Their bodies were full, soft in the right places, and clearly shaped by years of hard work... and right now, both of them were looking at me with open, unhurried curiosity, as if a young man from the mainland was the most interesting thing they had seen all day.

They didn’t wait for any invitation.

Both women simply sat down on either side of me — Donna on my right, Eli on my left — pressing their warm, juicy thighs firmly against mine on the floor mat.

"Boy, how are you loving our island?" Donna asked with a slow smile. As she spoke, she casually rested her hand on my bare thigh, her palm warm and slightly damp with sweat, as if touching me like that was the most natural thing in the world.

I glanced down. She was leaning in so close that her heavy, sweaty breasts were only inches from my face. The thin vest clung to them, and each soft, mature mound looked bigger than my entire face.

"Umm... it’s beautiful," I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Don’t tease him, Donna," Eli said from my other side. Her hand came to rest on my naked back, fingers slowly caressing the skin between my shoulder blades like she was already marking her territory. "You’re going to scare the young man."

Neither of them asked for permission. Both simply started touching me — Donna’s hand resting high on my thigh, Eli’s fingers stroking my back in slow, deliberate circles.

From this close, I could clearly feel the hungry aura rolling off both of them, warm, heavy, and unapologetic, like two mature women who already knew exactly what they wanted.