Chapter 669: MILF Tensions At MILF Apartments

"Come inside, Aria," I said, pulling her closer by her wide hips. My hands settled firmly on the soft curve of her body, guiding her inside the apartment.

"I’m angry with you. Don’t touch me," Aria said, though her body was already reacting to my grip. The heat of my palms against her sides made her breath catch. Under the tight fabric of her t-shirt, her nipples were visibly stiffening, pressing against the thin material as if her body refused to listen to the anger in her voice.

We were still standing in the hallway, close enough that anyone walking by could see the way I held her, when footsteps approached from the left.

"Alex, is there any problem?" a familiar voice asked.

It was Sandra, passing through the hallway.

The next-door GILF I had only recently discovered lived here, the same one I had bred so hard while the rain poured outside.

The memory of that stormy afternoon still burned fresh in my mind, her thick body pinned under me, the sound of rain against the windows mixing with her moans, the way I had filled her over and over. Just the sight of her now was enough to make my cock stir and begin to harden in my pants.

Sandra was wearing tight white trousers that hugged every curve of her thick, delicious ass. Up top, she wore a thin-strapped vest that barely contained her heavy breasts, the soft flesh shifting slightly with every step.

The cropped top left her navel completely exposed. It was hardly appropriate clothing for a grandma to be walking around the building in, and somehow, that only made her look even filthier and more tempting.

Her eyes moved slowly over the scene in front of her, the way my hands were still locked on Aria’s waist, how close our bodies were, the clear tension between us.

"No, Sandra. Everything is all right," I said, keeping my voice calm even as my cock continued to thicken from her presence alone.

Sandra didn’t look away. She kept staring at how possessively I was holding Aria by the waist, her gaze lingering a second too long on the intimate grip.

Aria noticed it too. She leaned in slightly and whispered under her breath, just loud enough for me to hear.

"Why is that old lady roaming around wearing almost nothing on top?" she muttered, her eyes flicking over Sandra’s barely-covered body with a mix of surprise and quiet judgment.

"I don’t know, Aria. We live in a free world," I said with a small shrug, still keeping one hand lightly on her hip even as the tension between us lingered.

Sandra didn’t seem bothered by Aria’s presence at all. She shifted her weight and began playing with the thin strap of her vest, letting it slide a little further down her shoulder so more of her soft cleavage showed.

"Alex, are you busy with your girlfriend? I was coming to invite you to lunch... and I really need your help with something," she said, her voice soft and almost suggestive. Her fingers kept toying with the strap, drawing attention to the way the cropped vest barely contained her heavy breasts.

Aria shot me a sharp look, the kind that said she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. An older woman standing in the hallway half-dressed, openly inviting me to lunch. The disbelief was written clearly across her face.

I cleared my throat.

"Sandra, I’m really busy right now. Maybe later," I said, trying to keep my tone neutral.

Sandra’s expression softened with mild disappointment, but she didn’t back away completely.

"Oh, it’s okay. My grandson is at college, so I thought maybe you would like to keep this old lady company," she said, still hoping I would change my mind and go with her.

And to be honest, I wanted to.

But there was no rush. She lived right next door. I could return to her anytime I wanted.

We were still standing there in the hallway when someone else approached from the right side.

It was Tiffany.

She was wearing a thin maxi dress that clung loosely to her body. It almost looked like the kind of soft, comfortable clothing women started wearing once they were pregnant, the fabric flowing gently over her curves instead of hugging them tightly.

Even so, her breasts looked incredibly ripe underneath the thin material. The deep cleavage was impossible to ignore; the soft, heavy flesh shifted slightly with every step she took toward us.

Tiffany’s eyes moved quickly over the scene, me standing close to Aria, Sandra lingering nearby in her revealing outfit, and the clear tension hanging in the air.

"Alex, where were you all night? I came to invite you to dinner," Tiffany said, her gaze settling on the way I still had one hand resting near Aria’s waist.

I finally moved my hand away from Aria’s body. Things were about to get complicated enough without adding more fuel to the fire.

Aria turned her head toward me at once. Tiffany’s question had only raised even more questions in her mind.

"You weren’t at home last night? Where were you?" Aria asked, her voice tight with suspicion.

I exhaled slowly.

"I just had something come up," I said.

It was a weak answer and I knew it. There was no simple way to explain what I had actually been doing last night, the hours spent buried between Maya, Heather, and Asha, the way I had filled each of them until I could barely stay awake. Trying to put any of that into words right now would only make everything worse.

So I left it at that, standing in the middle of the hallway with three different women looking at me, each of them carrying their own expectations and their own history with my body.

The situation was getting messier by the second.

"Mom, is Alex home?" Brittany’s voice came from their open doorway. She was looking straight at her mother, who was still standing in the hallway with the rest of us.