I snapped the system window shut and rubbed my face. Man, what the hell was that? Maria? Cute? Nah, nah, nah. She's basically family. Hot family, sure, those tight little shorts she wears around the house don't help, but still. Get your head straight, Kai.
Maria dried her hands on a towel and leaned against the counter, tilting her head. "You okay? You've been staring into space like you saw a ghost… or a naked girl," she teased, biting her lip.
Damn it. Why'd she have to say it like that? My dick twitched. "I'm good," I muttered, turning away fast so she wouldn't see the half-chub starting in my pants. "Just tired."
She stepped closer. Way too close. I could smell the strawberry shampoo in her hair. "You sure, big bro?" she whispered, dragging one finger down my arm. "You look… tense."
Fuck. My heart slammed. Charm Aura was still on low idle and it was clearly working overtime on her. I took one step back, laughed it off. "Chill, Maria. I'm gonna play some games, cool down."
I basically sprinted to my room, slammed the door, and threw myself on the bed with the controller. Three hours of shooting zombies later and my brain still wouldn't shut up. But it wasn't Maria anymore.
It was Maya. That thick-ass convenience store MILF. Those white pants clinging to her fat jiggling cheeks every time she turned, that red bra strap slipping down her shoulder, those heavy tits almost spilling out when she leaned over the counter. Shit. My dick was rock-hard again. I could practically feel her soft ass pressing back against me if I just grabbed her right there in the store.
I glanced at the clock—7:48 p.m. Screw it. I needed air.
Grabbed my jacket, snuck past the living room (Maria was watching some drama, legs tucked under her, looking way too fuckable), and slipped out the door.
Night air felt good. Street was quiet, just the hum of lamps and distant cars.
I walked toward the convenience store without even thinking, cock half-hard the whole way, replaying Maya bending over to grab something from the bottom shelf, ass perfectly outlined.
Then I saw her.
Maya. Walking the opposite way, purse slung over her shoulder, still in that same sleeveless black top and those white pants that should be illegal. Her shift just ended. Her hips swayed with every step like she knew exactly what she was doing to every guy on the planet.
She spotted me and her face lit up. "Hey you! Coke boy, right?" she laughed, voice warm like honey.
My mouth went dry. Up close at night she was even more obscene—cleavage glistening a little from the heat, nipples poking just enough to notice.
"You okay, sweetie? You look… lost," she said, stepping closer. Charm Aura hit her like a truck; I saw her pupils dilate and her cheeks flush. "Everything alright at home?"
I tried to play it cool but my voice came out rough. "Yeah, just… needed to clear my head."
She bit her lower lip—fuck me—and reached out, brushing my forearm. "You look stressed. My place is literally two minutes that way," she said, nodding down a side street. "I've got cold beer and air conditioning. Come on, you can tell Aunt Maya all about it."
Her fingers slid down to lace with mine, soft, warm, tugging gently.
Man… resistance? What's that?
I smirked. "Lead the way, Maya."
She giggled, turned, and started walking, that fat ass bouncing with every step like it was personally inviting me to follow.
We reached her apartment building, a quiet five-story walk-up tucked down a side street. She swiped us in, led me up the stairs without a word.
We climbed the stairs to the third floor. Every step Maya took made that fat, juicy ass bounce right in front of my face, the white fabric stretching so tight I could see the outline of her thong. Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek… I was hypnotized. My hands literally twitched with the urge to grab two handfuls and bury my face between them right there on the staircase.
She glanced back over her shoulder, caught me staring, and just smirked. "Enjoying the view, handsome?"
"Hard not to," I shot back. Charm Aura + whatever the hell Harem Aura was doing had her voice all husky already.
She giggled, keyed the door, and pulled me inside. Small apartment, dim lights, smelled like vanilla and woman. One big bed in the corner, couch, tiny kitchen. Very single MILF vibes.
Maya kicked off her shoes and basically sashayed to the bed, sat on the edge, and patted the spot right next to her. "Come here, baby. Sit."
I dropped down beside her. Our thighs touched. She was radiating heat.
She reached into a mini-fridge, pulled out two cold beers, popped them open, and handed me one. Her fingers brushed mine way longer than needed.
"Cheers to… random night rescues," she said, clinking her bottle against mine. Took a long sip, throat moving, then licked a drop off her lower lip while staring straight at me.
Man, she was in heat. Eyes glassy, chest rising faster. I didn't even know what Harem Aura did exactly, but combined with Charm? This woman was ready to climb me like a tree.
She kept "accidentally" touching my hand, my forearm, laughing at nothing, leaning forward so those heavy tits nearly spilled out of the black top. The red bra was working overtime.
"God, it's so hot today," she sighed, fanning herself. "I'm absolutely soaked in these clothes. Do you mind if I change real quick? I can't breathe."
I just smirked. "Be my guest."
She stood up right in front of me, turned her back, and peeled that sleeveless shirt up slow. Inch by inch, smooth skin, the curve of her spine, then the clasp of that red bra straining against her back. Shirt off. Tossed it on the floor.
She looked over her shoulder, hair cascading down, biting her lip.
She laughed, reached for the waistband of those white pants… and pretended to struggle. Tugged once, twice, hips wiggling side to side, ass jiggling like crazy.
"Ugh, these are stuck," she whined, bending forward a little so the fabric pulled even tighter across her cheeks. "can you help me? Pretty please?"
She backed up until that thick ass was two feet from my face, hands on the button, waiting.
My cock was already throbbing against my zipper.
I stepped up behind her, chest to her back, my hard-on already nudging the top of her ass through my jeans. She stayed bent forward, hands on the waistband, waiting like a good girl.
"These are really stuck, baby…" she purred again, voice dripping.
I didn't answer. Just dropped both hands onto that fat, fabric-covered ass and started groping, hard. Fingers sinking into the soft flesh through those tight white pants, kneading, spreading, squeezing like I owned it. She let out a shaky moan the second I made contact, pushing back into my palms like she was starving for it.
"Fuck, yes… just like that…"
My cock was killing me. I popped my button, dragged the zipper down, and yanked it out without a second thought. Hot, throbbing, already slick at the tip. I slapped it right on top of her clothed ass and started grinding, sliding it up and down that stretched fabric, feeling the heat of her cheeks through the thin layer.
Maya gasped, stood up straight, and looked back over her shoulder, eyes completely glazed with lust. Her hands flew to her bra, yanking the cups down so those massive tits bounced free, dark nipples rock-hard. She grabbed them herself, pinching and twisting, moaning louder every time my dick dragged across her ass.
I reached around, shoved her hands off, and finally wrapped my fingers around those heavy fucking udders. So soft, so full they spilled out everywhere, warm and perfect. I squeezed hard, rolled her nipples rough, and she cried out, grinding her ass back against my bare cock like she was trying to trap me.
"…oh fuck, I can feel you… so big…"
I kept humping her through the pants, precum soaking into the white fabric, marking her. The room smelled like sex already and I still hadn't even gotten her naked.
Tonight this MILF was getting ruined.