Alex met Warren outside the building, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the campus quad. "How was your class?" Warren asked, slinging his backpack over his lanky shoulder. "Boring intro stuff?" Alex shrugged, forcing a casual grin. "Nah, teacher's hot—Isabel. And some cute girls, but they're all taken or stuck-up." Warren laughed, punching his arm. "Dude, focus on the books, not the looks." They headed to the bus stop, the ride home a familiar route through Atlanta's bustling streets. Warren dozed against the window, but Alex stared out, replaying the morning's peek at Taylor, Isabel's curves, Sydney's tempting unavailability. The anxiety he'd shaken off earlier crept back, but he reminded himself: slow and steady. By the time the bus dropped them in the suburbs, the sky was tinged with evening hues.
Pushing open the front door, the house greeted them with the soft glow of lamps and the murmur of the TV. Warren headed straight upstairs to study, but Alex paused in the living room. There was Katheryn, lounging on the couch in a hot, stunning night outfit—a silk camisole that clung to her huge breasts, thin straps slipping slightly off her shoulders, and matching shorts that rode up her thighs, accentuating her hot ass as she shifted. At 38, her milf-ish body was on subtle display, auburn hair loose, emerald eyes fixed on a rom-com rerun. Alex gulped audibly, his throat dry again, arousal stirring as he took in the sight—her curves illuminated by the screen's flicker, full lips parted in a relaxed smile. She noticed him, turning with that warm, sultry drawl. "Hey, sugar. How was school?" Her greeting was innocent, but the way she uncrossed her legs made his pulse race. "Good... uh, productive," he stammered, forcing his eyes to her face. "Where's Taylor?"
"Out shopping—groceries and such. Joe's napping upstairs." Katheryn stretched, the motion making her breasts strain against the silk, and Alex felt a twitch in his shorts. The tension built, his mind flashing to conquering her, but he pushed it down. "I could go help her," he offered quickly, needing an escape from the intimate setting. "Carry things home, you know?" Katheryn's face lit up, her emerald eyes sparkling. "That's sweet of you, Alex. She'd love that. Take my car—the keys are on the hook. Just be careful; traffic's picking up." She stood to hand him the keys, her hot ass brushing the couch as she moved, the silk whispering against her skin. Alex nodded, heart hammering, and bolted out before his desires overtook him.
The mall was a short drive away, Katheryn's SUV handling smoothly under his grip. He parked and wandered the aisles, spotting Taylor near the produce section. At 25, she pushed a loaded cart alone, her blonde ponytail swinging, yoga pants hugging her hot ass, and a loose top that hinted at her huge breasts. She looked focused, browsing apples, unaware of his approach. Grinning mischievously, Alex snuck up and lightly touched the top of her head, like a playful pat. She jumped, a small shriek escaping, cart rattling as she spun around—scared at first, eyes wide. But recognition dawned, and thrill lit her face. "Alex! You scared the life out of me!" she laughed, swatting his arm playfully. Her voice was light, relieved. "What are you doing here?"
"Thought you could use a hand," he said, taking the cart from her. "Mom said you were out alone." Taylor's expression softened, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "Yeah... I've been doing this solo for a year now, ever since my husband died in that car crash." Her words hung heavy, the pain evident despite her smile. Alex's heart tugged—he knew the story vaguely from Warren, the sudden loss that mirrored Katheryn's widowhood. "It's tough, shopping with Joe sometimes, but alone? It's just... lonely." She sighed, adding cereal to the cart. Alex nodded empathetically. "Well, from now on, I'll come with you. Whenever you need." Her face brightened, and she reached up, rubbing his head affectionately, her fingers tangling in his short dark hair. "You're too good, Alex. Thanks—that means a lot."
They finished shopping together, Alex loading heavy bags, his biceps flexing as he pushed the cart. Taylor chatted animatedly—about Joe's teething, her part-time job dreams—her hot ass swaying as she walked beside him. The normalcy eased his earlier tension, but her proximity stirred subtle desires. At checkout, he insisted on paying for a few items, earning another grateful smile. Driving home in Katheryn's car, Taylor in the passenger seat, the sunset painted the sky orange. "You're fitting in so well," she said softly. "Like family." Alex glanced at her, the way her breasts rose with each breath tempting him, but he kept it light. "Glad to help."
Back home, they unloaded provisions into the kitchen—bags of groceries piling on the counter. Katheryn emerged from the living room, still in her night outfit, helping sort. "Look at you two, team supreme," she teased, her curves moving gracefully as she reached for cans. Warren came down, grabbing a snack, and Taylor woke Joe for dinner prep. The atmosphere shifted to cozy domesticity: Katheryn stirring pasta sauce, its aroma filling the air; Taylor setting the table, her hot ass bending as she placed plates; Warren joking about class fails. Alex joined in, chopping veggies, but under the dining table, his desire intensified. Watching the two MILFs—Katheryn's silk-clad body, Taylor's casual allure—the urge to conquer them grew unbearable. His dick hardened, pressing against his shorts, hidden but throbbing with tension. He shifted uncomfortably, forcing conversation: "Pasta smells amazing." Katheryn winked. "Family recipe." Dinner proceeded with laughter, but Alex's mind raced, the forbidden fire burning hotter in the heart of this welcoming home.