Saturday.

"Fuck no."

The wind pushed away the curtains, letting in the bright light from the sunrise outside.

'What time is it? 10, 11?' Max queried his thoughts, raising his palm to block out the bright light. As he stared at his room with a strange look in his eyes, then suddenly coming to realize where he was.

Raising the sheets, he glanced down at his other counterpart in its morning glory form. Also taking note of the fact it never rose like that in the past few days.

Getting up from the end, he threw a casual look to where his PC was before stepping outside.

Taking a quick peek at where his sister's fluffy slippers usually sat he saw that they were not there. Meaning she hadn't been home for about two days.

With a quick nodd, he silently wandered around the empty house. Ordering breakfast and calling home the estate's dry cleaning service to deal with his laundry. Technically everything one needed to stay indoor was being provided by the estate so there was no need to step outside.

He had long since gotten used to the loneliness and already scheduled his whole day for gaming, only that he was being tempted by the thoughts of calling over Sophia.

'Well I should get over this.'

But just then…

Ding! Dong!

"..."

A still silence proceeded to take over his mind, revealing a doubtful expression

Ding! Dong!

The bell came again.

'Who could it possibly be?'

Taken by surprise, he silently strutted down the stairs. Refusing to glance at the door room camera in order not to kill his curiosity.

'Sophia?' Her name hung on his mind at the thought she was the only person who could possibly pay him a visit considering she knew his address.

And then he pulled open the door, only to be welcomed by a familiar sweet scent that triggered several memories in his head.

It was Mrs Dalia. She was wearing loose gray sweatpants. A long open front cardigan with a singlet that temptingly expressed how big and firm her boobs still was with two poking points underneath.

Visibly noticing his accessing gaze, her breath hung slightly.

"... Hello Max." she said.

"...Good day Mrs Dalia." Max responded, pulling the door wider out of formality with a come in gesture.

Expecting a 'no thanks' reply.

But Mrs Dalia gave a low nodd in response, rubbing her arm slightly as if to ward off cold, then stepped through the door.

'Huh?' Though he was taken by surprise, Max's expression remained neutral as his eyes followed her. Closing the door after she came in, he then turned to face her, keeping his eyes solely on her face.

"I trusted him… I really trusted him thinking I could find love again or give my daughter a father she never had." There was an abrupt 180 degree change in the air as she bursted out with teary eyes, sobbing insistently afterwards for the next ten seconds . While he wondered how to react to the situation after having realized what she meant.

'Fuck me, she knows she was drugged by that fucker and think I saved her? I hope so. Now am I supposed to hug? It's gonna be strange if she remembers what we did that night. She came here for comfort so I should give her that.' Failing to put in the grand picture, his thoughts hung on if she remembered what happened that night. Then with a few inward struggles. He took a step forward and wrapped her in a silent embrace, muffling her sobs as she pressed her head into his shoulders.

Her breasts pressed tight against his chest, making him feel her nipples through his own singlet.

For about two minutes, they kept themselves in the same position all alone in the grand house.

As her quiet sobs subsided, he softly patted her shoulders, wanting to divert his thoughts from the awakening dragon from it's slumber.

"It's ok Mrs Dalia, it wasn't your fault…" These were the only comforting words he could find that wouldn't link to the topic he wanted to avoid.

After about fifteen seconds, her sobs had completely receded. Disengaging from his shoulders, they separated just a few inches away then she stared into his eyes.

"Thank you Max… If it wasn't for you, I don't know what would have happened. Talia said you brought me home… Thanks." With that she pressed into him, unexpectedly locking him in a tight close hug as silence befell the atmosphere.

Feeling her squishy milf boobs against his chest, he held back from reciprocating and instead let her have her fill.

10 seconds later she was done, as if having sensed his hardened dick in his short pants, there was momentary silence.

Taking a step back, she folded her arms close to her chest and turned to take a quick glance around the house.

'Fuck!' Max meanwhile cursed at the sight of her arms crossed, making her chest protrude more.

"... Are you home alone?" He heard her say, realizing how unusually empty and unused the whole house seemed.

"Yesss." He replied shortly, stopping his gaze from accessing her figure.

"And your sister?" She asked shortly, glancing to see him give a negative nod.

"No she isn't." Max replied.

"Then you must be so lonely here… You know, if you want company, you can always come over to my place, Talia won't bother you."

"And also…" taking a silent pause, the look in her eyes changed to that of a sultry one as she turned to him.

Filling the atmosphere with seductive tension.

She took one step closer to him. Staring straight into his eyes. He watched the open front cardigan she wore slip from her arms. Exposing her tan skin.

Raising her hands, she slipped up the singlet, flinging it to the side. Two big succulent, milf tits jiggled, then settled. Their two pointy tips pointing towards him as she loosened the draw sting of the loose pant she wore, making it fall effortlessly.

Presenting a glorious sight.

"... I want to properly thank you for saving me."

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