At the sight of the lively dining, filled affectionate display and parental love. Max caught sight of several breathtaking voluptuous figures, radiating infinite charm and contained prestige. Among them none was lacking in the shape of blessings on both sides.
'Milfs…' he called in his mind, visualizing a great wonder-
"My son!"
'What the fuck?'
Interrupting his thoughts and drawing everyone's attention to him. Max cursed inwardly upon seeing his father wave his hand.
Being the only grown man in this gathering, his father surprisingly had a liquor bottle in hands and was sitting directly next- to the main seat with two other empty seats beside him. Also taking note of his sister's missing presence.
"My, my, my… Is that Beatrice's fat son?" Unlike the rest of her sisters who were reserved and silently made their assessment, a voluptuous woman with a big build but delicate face, spoke out loud.
Shutting up the grown man, his father who was about to make another comment.
