Sofia’s husband had gone out in anger, God knows where. I almost thought he was gonna jump me in some alley around here, but he didn’t. He was too defeated to do anything. He knew his wife only worshipped my cock, belonged to me completely.

What could he do by harming me? He’d already lost. I owned his woman, I was breeding her, and he couldn’t do shit about it.

It was still early evening and the party was at night, so I took the subway and reached my stop, got out, walked to my apartment building.

It had been a really tiring day, and I needed a shower after all that steamy sex with Sofia. My cock still smelled like her pussy, my skin still sticky with her sweat and milk.

I took the elevator up to my floor, my mind still replaying the events of the previous night. I had left my MILF cousin Julie in my bed that morning, fully naked, just under a thin sheet.

She had really drained me during the night with her thick, voluptuous body and those sinful curves. Just thinking about her made my cock twitch in my pants. I wondered if she was still in my apartment.

Julie and Lucy had come to stay with me because they had to attend a wedding in town. I hadn’t even asked them when they planned to leave.

As I was walking toward my apartment, Tiffany’s door suddenly opened. It was Brittany who stepped out. She looked at me with obvious relief.

"Oh, Alex... thank God you are here," Brittany said, her voice urgent but soft.

"What’s up?" I asked, sensing that something had been going on.

Brittany glanced back toward her own apartment door for a second, then stepped closer to me in the hallway.

She was wearing a simple tank top and shorts that showed off her youthful, curvy figure, her perky breasts pressing against the fabric and her thick thighs on display. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and there was a nervous energy about her.

And she looked hella sexy. I couldn’t stop myself. I moved closer and pressed my hands on her breasts from over her tank top, feeling how big they had become, full, heavy, and soft, the kind of breasts that made Brittany look like a MILF.

"Were you missing me, Brittany?" I asked, my palms gently squeezing and kneading them, feeling their weight and warmth through the thin fabric.

"Ahh, Alex..." Brittany moaned softly, her body instinctively leaning into my touch, her cheeks flushing deeper.

"Why are you outside, baby?" Suddenly Brittany’s dad’s voice came from inside their apartment as he was coming out.

I quickly moved my hands away from her breasts — it was too open, too risky to be doing anything like that right in the hallway.

"What happened?" I asked Brittany, trying to sound casual.

"Oh, my mom had a quarrel with your cousin, Alex," Brittany said, her voice a little nervous as she glanced back toward her apartment door.

"I’m sure it’s nothing, baby," Brittany’s dad said, as he stepped into the hallway, trying to downplay it with a forced smile.

"Why would they fight?" I asked, already feeling the beginnings of a headache. I really didn’t want to deal with drama right now. I just wanted a shower.

David shrugged, looking a little awkward as he scratched the back of his neck. "I don’t know. Tiffany just wouldn’t tell me anything. I told her Julie and Lucy are our guests, but she got all worked up and stormed off."

"Where is Tiffany?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.

"She’s in her room. She wouldn’t open the door for us," Brittany said, her voice carrying a mix of worry and frustration. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her tank top stretching slightly across her perky breasts as she did so.

"And where are Julie and Lucy?" I asked.

"They went for some shopping. I don’t know if they’re back yet," Brittany replied, glancing down the hallway toward my apartment door.

"You want me to talk to Tiffany?" I offered, figuring it might be the quickest way to defuse whatever was going on.

"Yeah, Dad. Alex is right. Maybe Mom will listen to him," Brittany said quickly, looking at her father with hopeful eyes.

David hesitated for a second, clearly uncomfortable with the idea, but he eventually nodded. "Alright... if you think it’ll help. Just... try to calm her down. She’s been acting strange all morning."

Brittany gave me a small, grateful smile, her cheeks still carrying that faint pink flush.

The three of us stood in the hallway for a moment. David gave me one last awkward pat on the shoulder before turning back toward his apartment. "I’ll be in the living room if you need me."

Brittany lingered for a second longer, her hand brushing my arm lightly. "Thanks, Alex. I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but... maybe you can make her feel better."

With that, we followed David inside the apartment.

David sat on the couch in the living room, watching TV with a forced casualness, flipping through channels without really paying attention. Me and Brittany went straight to Tiffany’s room, standing just outside the closed door.

"Mom," Brittany knocked gently, trying to get her mother to open the door.

Nothing happened. There was only silence from inside.

"Tiff," I said, knocking a little firmer.

Brittany looked at me with worried eyes, biting her lower lip. "She’s been like this since the fight with Julie. She won’t talk to Dad or me."

I knocked again, softer this time. "Tiffany, it’s me. Can I come in? We just want to talk."

After a while, Tiffany spoke up, her voice quiet but firm.

"Only you can come in, Alex," Tiffany said.

She clearly only wanted me to come in. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Brittany looked a little hurt but nodded slowly, stepping back from the door. "Okay, Mom... I’ll wait out here."

Tiffany opened the door just wide enough for me to slip inside, then closed it softly behind me, leaving Brittany in the hallway. The click of the lock was quiet but final.