Chapter 353: MILF Next Door is A Juicy MILF
The bedroom was dimly lit, the curtains still drawn.
Tiffany stood there in nothing but her underwear, her thick, curvy body filling it out in all the right places. The white lace bra barely contained her heavy breasts, and the matching panties hugged her wide hips and thick thighs.
Her posture was tense, arms crossed under her chest, one hand resting protectively on her belly.
She looked at me with a mix of exhaustion, jealousy, and raw need. "I don’t want to talk to anyone else right now. Just you."
"What happened, Tiff?" I asked, moving closer. "Brittany said you and Julie had a fight."
She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to rest on my chest. Her touch was warm, but there was a slight tremble in her fingers. "Did you drink from Julie’s breasts, Alex?" she asked outright, her voice low but sharp.
"What?" I said, genuinely caught off guard. I didn’t know how Tiffany had even found that out.
"Julie told me you drank milk from her boobs all night," Tiffany said, glancing down at her own breasts. "Do you like her better because she’s lactating?"
"Where did that come from, Tiff?" I asked, moving even closer and wrapping my arms around her thick body, pulling her against me.
She hid her face in my chest, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment and insecurity. "Are my boobs less attractive now that you found out your sister’s boobs are filled with milk?" Tiffany said, her voice muffled against my shirt.
She sounded smaller than usual, feeling lesser than Julie in that moment, even though her own body was just as voluptuous and beautiful.
I held her tighter, one hand stroking her back while the other rested on the small of her back, feeling the soft curve where her waist met her wide hips. "Tiff... that’s not true at all," I said gently, kissing the top of her head. "Your breasts are perfect."
I reached out and lowered her bra, letting her heavy breasts spill free into my hands. I squeezed the soft, full flesh, feeling their weight and warmth as my thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples.
"Would you like them better if I lactated, Alex?" she asked, placing her hand over mine and stopping my squeezing for a moment. Her voice was soft, vulnerable, and a little hopeful.
I couldn’t say anything right away. Of course I would like her breasts better if she made milk, I would have gladly drunk from her, just like I had from Julie.
The thought of Tiffany’s heavy, pregnant tits leaking warm milk for me made my cock twitch hard in my pants.
As we were looking at each other, a knock came from outside the door.
"Everything alright, honey?" It was David’s voice, concerned but polite. "Let me in please."
"No, I just want to talk to Alex," Tiffany said firmly, not letting her husband in.
"Why the hell she wants to talk to this guy?" David asked Brittany, his voice low but loud enough that I could hear everything through the door. He sounded frustrated and suspicious. "Let me in, Tiff."
"Dad, Julie is Alex’s cousin," Brittany defended me quickly. "Mom needs Alex to listen to what Julie has done."
"Alright," David said with a sigh, his footsteps retreating back toward the living room. I heard the couch creak as he sat down again, clearly unhappy but choosing not to push it further.
The room fell quiet again. Tiffany stayed close to me, her bare breasts still in my hands, her breathing a little uneven. She looked up at me, her eyes glistening with a mix of jealousy, need, and quiet desperation.
"She’s been acting like she owns you," Tiffany whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "Walking around half-naked, talking about sleeping in your bed like it’s her right. I told her it wasn’t appropriate, and she got defensive. Said I was being territorial over you."
"Julie and Lucy are gonna leave soon, Tiff. You don’t have to worry about them," I said, trying to reassure her as I stepped closer.
"I wanted to stay the night with you, but she took that from me," Tiffany replied, her voice cracking with frustration and lingering jealousy. She looked up at me with those pleading eyes.
"Don’t worry, Tiff. I’m gonna fulfill your wish soon," I said, my hand sliding down to the waistband of her panties. I slipped my fingers inside, finding her already wet and warm, and gently rubbed her swollen clit. Tiffany let out a soft, needy moan, her body shivering at my touch.
"You just say that, Alex, but you are always busy. You don’t have any time for me," Tiffany said, her voice trembling. "You know, last night David tried to shove his dick inside me when we were sleeping. I got angry at him and slept on the couch. I couldn’t be with him anymore."
After being with me, Tiffany couldn’t even look at any other male, let alone her husband. The thought of anyone else touching her now felt wrong to her.
"You think Julie is better than me, Alex?" Tiffany asked, her tone laced with insecurity. She moved away from me and let her bra and panties drop to the ground, standing completely naked in front of me.
Then she turned around and climbed onto her bed, with one leg up and pushing her ass out, showing me exactly what she had to offer.
Her massive ass was a work of art, round, thick, and perfectly shaped, the kind of ass that jiggled beautifully with the slightest movement. Her hourglass figure and fair skin, made my mouth water.
Tiffany knew exactly how to arouse me, even while she was feeling sad and jealous. She arched her back, presenting herself to me, her swollen pussy lips glistening with arousal as she glanced back over her shoulder.
"My husband is just outside, Alex, and I’m here like this with you... ahhh," Tiffany moaned softly, her voice full of need as she pushed her ass out even more, letting me know how much she cared for me and how badly she wanted me right now.
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