Chapter 1094 Future Planning
Thinking back to when Kevin first brought their daughter home and how she had shown her displeasure, Maurice couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret. As the wife of a county leader, there were inevitably those who would find excuses to get close to her husband. Some might even have their sights set on their daughter, like Ivan, the son of Devon, the director of the Finance Bureau. He had been frequenting their daughter, engaging her in conversations and offering gifts—all undoubtedly orchestrated by Devon.
While Devon was a competent subordinate of her husband, Maurice could never entertain the idea of getting involved with someone like Ivan. She would never use her daughter's happiness as a means to cater to Devon. Armando saw the city as a mere stepping stone; he was destined for larger stages to showcase his talents. Maurice knew that in the political arena, lagging behind for a moment could mean falling behind in every aspect.
Contemplating her husband's future and her daughter's development, Maurice felt increasingly anxious. Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted off to sleep as the first light of dawn approached.
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The pleasant sounds of chirping birds roused Kevin from his slumber. Without opening his eyes, he stretched lazily, feeling discomfort below due to holding in his urine. Opening his eyes, he was surprised to find himself in an unfamiliar room. Quickly recalling the events of the previous night, he realized he had stayed the night at Maurice's residence instead of heading home.
Instinctively glancing toward the bed, he saw Maurice lying beside him on the large bed, covered in a white silk quilt. Her loose sleepwear revealed her fair and tender bosom, with her bare arms resting on her chest, compressing her breasts slightly. The deep cleavage seemed to have no end in sight, and her fair legs extended from the quilt, revealing a segment of her smooth calves. Even the thin silk quilt couldn't conceal her voluptuous backside, accentuating her alluring curves that enticed the mind.
Seeing the enchanting sight of the dignified Governor's wife in her slumber, Kevin couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. His manhood responded instantly, and he absentmindedly began to stroke himself. However, his gaze fell upon the wedding photo hanging at the head of the bed. The stern expression in Armando's eyes seemed to issue a warning. Fearing the consequences, Kevin quickly headed to the bathroom, but his aroused state refused to subside. Holding his throbbing member, he found himself unable to release, so he resorted to using Maurice's lace panties to intensify his fantasies. In a rush of excitement, he climaxed onto the fabric.
Afterward, Kevin experienced a sensation of liberated release. However, seeing the lace panties stained with his seed, he felt a surge of unease and self-reproach. Realizing the inappropriateness of his actions, he hurriedly washed the panties with soap and clean water until all traces of his act were gone. Glancing at the time and noticing it was already past seven, and seeing Maurice still asleep, Kevin came downstairs to the kitchen.
He boiled two eggs, toasted two slices of bread, spread jam on them, and heated a cup of milk. Anticipating Maurice's inconvenience in coming downstairs, he carried the breakfast upstairs. As he entered the bedroom, he found Maurice awake and smiling. "Mrs. Maurice, you're awake. I've prepared breakfast for you. Would you like to eat now?"
Surprised by Kevin's gesture, as she usually prepared breakfast for her husband and daughter herself, Maurice accepted the milk and bread with a warm smile, thanking Kevin. "Thank you, Kevin. When did you wake up?"
"I just woke up," Kevin stood beside the bed, serving Maurice her breakfast. She took a bite of the bread, and a drip of jam fell onto her nightdress, landing on her breast. "Oh," Maurice exclaimed, unable to wipe it as her hands held the milk and bread. Kevin quickly fetched a tissue and wiped off the jam, feeling her soft and smooth breast and the ample curves that left him spellbound.
"That's enough," Maurice blushed slightly. Though Kevin's actions were rash and potentially disrespectful, she couldn't bring herself to scold him, only gently reminding him, "Kevin, please let go."
"Oh, okay." Kevin reluctantly released his hold, his heart still racing. After the simple breakfast, Maurice prepared to head downstairs. Kevin quickly moved to support her, and despite her feet being almost healed, she relished the close intimacy with a young man.
Kevin assisted Maurice downstairs, their elbows touching her breasts, the weighty sensation driving him wild with desire. Maurice, on the other hand, enjoyed the tingling sensation on her chest, knowing she still had the allure that captivated younger men. Catching sight of the tenting beneath Kevin's pants, she didn't feel disgust but a hint of delight. Approaching the end of the stairs, Kevin let go of her arm, leaving Maurice feeling a pang of loss.
Settling onto the couch to watch TV, Maurice observed Kevin tidying up in the kitchen. Occasionally, she stole glances at the tall young man bustling about. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind: it wouldn't be bad to spend some time living alone with Kevin.
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