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Chapter 7 Part 2 Maid's Secret Nap
I'm being paid to work here.
Back when I desperately needed money, it was Madam who helped me and gave me this well‑paid job.
Of course I must treat you properly.
Even though you've acknowledged me as your godmother, the respect that's due can't be neglected."
Her tone was serious.
Seeing how earnest she was, Liam knew he couldn't win this argument, so he let her call him as she wished.
Settling down, Liam looked back at his godmother and was immediately stunned.
"Godmom, wh‑what are you wearing? Why is it so…"
He stared, dumbfounded, at the sexy, provocative version of Helen.
He tried desperately to reconcile this mature "maid" in front of him with the plainly dressed woman in an ordinary apron he was used to.
But no matter how he looked, the sultry, voluptuous woman did not match the "Godmom Helen" he'd known before at all.
Liam's brain short‑circuited.
He even reached out and pinched her hand.
Only after confirming it wasn't a dream did he stand there frozen.
Helen, seeing his expression, was a bit puzzled.
Then she glanced down at what she was wearing and immediately understood.
She turned in a circle in front of him, lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, and gave Liam a standard curtsy like a real maid.
Smiling, she said,
"How do I look, young master?
Do I look like a real maid now?
I just saw this online yesterday and thought this would make you happier, so I bought a set and put it on."
She showed herself off generously, completely oblivious to Liam's erection.
Liam, snapping back to his senses, felt the abnormal tension down below.
One glance was enough for him to know he'd gotten hard again, and he hurriedly rushed to the bathroom.
"Ah, young master…"
Watching Liam sprint off, Helen assumed he just urgently needed the toilet, and went off to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
Bathroom
Liam stood over the toilet, rapidly stroking his towering penis, flames of lust roaring in his chest.
"What's going on… why did Godmom put on something this slutty…
How did I never notice she had such a great figure before…"
He jerked himself off while replaying her sexy outfit in his mind.
Even though Wendy had warned him not to handle it himself, Liam still couldn't hold back.
He couldn't just charge out there and mount his godmother on the spot.
That would be…
Or maybe not impossible…
He pictured her in a maid outfit on the bed, butt in black stockings raised high while he ruthlessly slammed into her fat cunt, pummeling her until she begged for mercy, juices spraying everywhere.
Very soon he felt the urge to "pee," and moments later he surrendered and ejaculated.
At the dinner table
Helen sat across from Liam, constantly picking up food and placing it in his bowl with her chopsticks.
"Young master, eat more.
You're still growing, you can't eat so little."
She lectured him earnestly, but Liam's attention was not on the food.
He kept stealing glances at his godmother with the corner of his eye.
The ripe beauty in front of him was like a piece of fruit waiting to be plucked.
Though she wasn't as stunning as Wendy or Jenna, she was still extremely voluptuous.
Right now, her D‑cup breasts, trapped in the maid outfit, rested against the edge of the table, spread outward in an alluring way.
The mature woman seemed completely unaware of how much her overtly sexy appearance was torturing a eighteen‑year‑old boy.
She quietly continued eating.
Liam, however, was clearly restless.
He had just calmed down, yet now he was hard again.
If Wendy had been there, she would surely have sighed, "As expected of the young, their energy really is boundless."
But if that overflowing energy had nowhere to go, it became a source of distress.
In his fantasy Liam suddenly stood up, walked behind Helen, wrapped his arms around her black‑stocking‑covered butt, and lifted her onto the table.
Like a beast, he flipped up her short skirt, exposing her dark crotch under the black stockings, and violently tore at the nylon covering her privates.
After finally ripping open a small hole, he rammed his weapon straight inside.
"Haa… ah… slow down, young master…"
Under him, Helen moaned shamelessly, thrusting her hips to meet him.
Her juices streamed from her hole, dripping onto the freshly prepared dishes…
"Young master? Young master!"
Helen noticed he had gone still and called him several times, pulling Liam out of his fantasy.
"Young master, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?
If you feel sick, I'll take you to the hospital…"
She asked with genuine concern, but Liam just waved his hand.
"I'm fine, Godmom, I was just thinking about something."
He brushed it off with a few words, then hurried back to his room after dinner.
Leaning against the door, breathing heavily, he stared down at his iron‑hard penis, feeling utterly helpless.
"If only Teacher Wendy were still here…"
He wanted nothing more than to run straight to her house and grab her steamed‑bun cunt, fucking it until he'd emptied all the pent‑up lust inside him.
"It's all Godmom's fault, dressing like that.
Now I can't stop getting hard."
His mind was filled with the image of his godmother's seductive maid outfit.
"I really want… I really want to fuck Godmom…"
Midnight
Liam quietly opened the door to his godmother's room.
It was somewhat dark, but by the moonlight he could still make out the scene on the bed.
The beautiful woman lay on her side, her body curled slightly.
Her generous buttocks, clad only in a pair of gossamer panties, were laid out right before Liam's eyes.
Moonlight poured over her, covering her in a thin veil of white.
Looking carefully under the moonlight, Liam could even see the silhouette of her fat cunt through the panties.
The underwear clung tightly to her plump butt, wrapping snugly around the fat mound.
Part of it was wedged into her slit, outlining that mesmerizing shape.
Her chest rose and fell steadily; her breathing was even.
Between her cheeks, the two labial lips also parted and closed slightly with each breath, as if calling out for Liam's penetration.
He watched her face and called to her softly a few times, but there was no response she was clearly sound asleep.
Liam naturally didn't dare climb into bed and fuck her outright.
He had come only to find the clothes she had worn earlier to use for masturbation.
After a short search, he found the panties and stockings she had taken off and placed at the bedside, just as he had expected.
Liam picked up the lace‑trimmed panties and unfolded them, then pressed his nose to the long strip of fabric that covered her cunt and took a deep breath.
"Ahh, so lewd…"
The scent of lust and a faint fishiness drilled into his nostrils.
He inhaled greedily a few more times, even sticking out his tongue to lick it salty, with a bit of a fishy taste.
Under the moonlight, he noticed a slightly yellowed patch in the center and thought it might be dried juices from his godmother's cunt or perhaps… something else.
That thought disgusted him so much he spat twice.
He put down the panties and looked to the black stockings.
But when he saw his godmother's thick butt pointed toward him on the bed, a thought flashed, and he changed his mind.
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