Chapter 79: Trip With MILFs

But we had to pack for the trip.

We finished quick—toweled off, grinning, bodies still buzzing.

Then Autumn left—after one last deep kiss at the doorway, her tight gym clothes clinging damp to her curves again, sweat and our mess making them stick even more. She’d change as soon as she got home.

The door clicked shut.

There I was in my apartment, fresh from my third shower of the day. Wow.

Body clean, mind filthy, replaying the morning—Aunt Melanie, Helen, Tiffany, Brittany, now Autumn. This building was a goldmine.

I started packing—nothing fancy. A few loose shorts, easy to slide off when things got heated with the MILFs, some comfortable shirts, swim trunks for show, shades, charger. Basics.

I didn’t need much clothes anyway—I planned on staying naked most of the time at that beach house, buried in one thick body or another.

Bag zipped quick. Light and ready.

Then I thought—I should call Lily back. I’d been checking my phone when Autumn showed up; hadn’t even replied to Judy’s latest text yet.

I dialed Lily.

"Hey, Lily—you called?" I said casual, acting like I didn’t already know the details from Tiffany.

"Yeah, Alex," she said, sounding a little rushed but warm. "Just reminding everyone—we need to leave by 11 p.m. for the station. We’ll take cabs from the building, so be ready, okay?"

"Yeah, I’ll be ready," I said. "Where are you right now?"

"I’m out—had some building-related stuff to handle," she replied. "Is your shower fixed now?"

"Yeah, it’s perfect," I said, grinning at the memory of Helen’s sinful body "fixing" it—and me.

"Great. See you tonight, then."

"Yeah, okay. Bye."

I hung up.

Lily was busy today—as always. She handled everything: booking the place, organizing the trip, making sure it all ran smooth. Hardworking as hell. But damn, I would’ve loved to make her work hard on my dick right now. It had been too long since I slipped inside her tight hole—my cock missed her bad, the way she clenched and moaned when I took control.

No worries, though.

Plenty of time to fuck her senseless on the beach. Long weekend ahead—nights under the stars, no interruptions.

I smirked, tossing my phone on the bed.

Then my phone buzzed—FaceTime from Judy.

Damn, this woman was full of lust. She couldn’t wait, even after I’d told her I was busy this weekend.

I sat on the bed properly, propped against the headboard, and accepted the call.

Before I could speak, I froze at what I saw.

Judy—shirt open, bra slid down under her massive tits—was squeezing them hard, pinching her nipples, background looking like her office. Tall buildings visible through the window behind her—personal office, probably, that’s why she could get away with this.

Damn. I could just imagine her colleagues staring at that sexy body every day, getting hard in meetings, clueless she was this filthy.

"Aaahh... Alex... I miss you so much," she moaned, twisting her nipples, eyes half-closed.

My dick twitched hard. "Hey, Judy... looking good," I said low, grinning.

She was in full heat—me ignoring her after letting her body know my cock had made her addicted. She missed it bad.

"Alex... why are you ignoring me?" she whimpered, squeezing harder. "See how sensitive my nipples are... begging for you..."

Man, Neil’s mom was a slut through and through—FaceTiming her son’s friend like this, shirt open in her office. But I didn’t mind one bit.

"Squeeze them harder," I ordered. "I want to hear you moan."

She obeyed like the perfect slut—pinching rough, moaning loud, eyes squeezing shut, tits jiggling in her hands. Those boobs were huge—overflowing even her grip.

"Bite your nipple," I said. "Take it in your mouth."

She did—leaning down, big tits flexible enough to reach, sucking and biting her own nipple hard.

"Aaahhhh..." she moaned louder, definitely loud enough someone outside her office could hear.

"Hey, Judy," I said casual, stroking myself slow off-camera. "I told you—I’m going on a trip."

"Alex... can I come with you... please?" she begged, still playing with her tits, eyes desperate. She’d go anywhere if it meant my dick in her.

"I don’t think so," I said, smirking. "It’s just for residents of the apartment complex. And how would I explain to everyone that my friend’s mom wants to tag along?"

"Aahh... Alex... I miss you so much..." she moaned, one hand drifting lower. "I’d let you fuck my ass all day..."

The offer was tempting—damn good—but I couldn’t just call Lily and add another MILF to the list. I already had a full team of thick, horny women going to the beach house.

Plenty to keep me busy.

"Save that ass for when I’m back," I said low. "Be a good girl and wait."

"Alex... I’m so wet..." she moaned, completely ignoring me, fingers moving faster between her legs on camera.

Then—a sharp knock on her office door.

She straightened fast, eyes wide. "One minute!" she called out, yanking her fingers free, pulling her clothes together quick.

"Alex... I’ll call you later," she whispered hurried, hanging up before I could reply.

Damn—she was so lost in heat she’d FaceTimed me from her office without thinking someone could walk in.

But fuck, she’d made me hard again.

Anyway, I was gonna rip that ass apart after the trip. She’d given me the perfect reason.

Thinking about all the good times ahead, I lay back—and without realizing, drifted off to sleep.

I woke up groggy—how many hours later?—to my phone buzzing nonstop and loud banging on the door.

What the hell... which century am I in? I rubbed my eyes hard, heart racing.

Phone screen lit—missed calls from Lily, Autumn. Clock read 10:30 p.m.

Shit—I’d slept like the dead.

I stumbled to the door quick, still half-asleep, shorts and shirt rumpled from the nap.

Opened it.

There they were—Tiffany and Brittany, fully ready with trolley bags at their feet, looking relieved the second they saw me.

Tiffany smiled wide, that teasing spark back in her eyes. "Get ready, Alex—we’re leaving for the beach."

Brittany stood beside her, biting her lip shy but excited, glancing at me like she remembered every second from earlier.

They’d probably thought I was bailing—or asleep ignoring calls—ready to drag me out if needed.

The trip was starting now.