Chapter 1442
Patty finished her shower, dried herself off, and walked out of the bathroom stark naked without even bothering to wrap a towel around herself. She returned to her bedroom and saw a missed call from her sister, Evelyn, on her phone, so she called her back.
“Hey Patty, what’s going on? Why didn’t you pick up earlier?” Evelyn's voice was still as gentle as always. “Oh Evelyn, what could a single woman like me possibly be doing?” Patty lay back on the bed, spreading her long white legs apart, revealing her rosy, plump vagina. “Unlike you, with a husband and a son, living the good life.”
“Okay, enough with the complaints,” Evelyn said. “I have a serious question for you. Have you heard from Lawrence recently?”
“We’re done,” Patty said with a smile. “Evelyn, you’re not trying to play mediator for him, are you?” “I couldn’t care less about that mess, but you’re not getting any younger. You can’t just keep drifting aimlessly,” Evelyn sighed. “Dad’s really worried about you. He doesn’t say it, but it’s obvious. When I saw him yesterday, his hair seemed whiter, and he’s been drinking more. If you won’t think about yourself, at least think about him.”
“Alright, alright, Evelyn, aren't you tired of saying the same thing every time?” Patty snapped, a bit annoyed. “You and Dad worry too much about what others think. How I live my life is my business. Why must I get married? Can’t I just enjoy my life alone? If you and Barrett are so happy, why do you keep complaining to me?”
“Hey, we’re talking about you, not Barrett,” Evelyn was almost at a loss for words. “Whatever, I won’t bother you anymore. Do whatever you want.” She hung up the phone, feeling a bit angry.
Her sister had always been headstrong and never considered others' feelings. When Patty married Lawrence, Evelyn didn't think he was a stable and reliable man, but Patty insisted on marrying him. They divorced within two years, almost causing their father to be hospitalized from anger. Patty treated marriage like a joke, and no matter how much Evelyn tried to advise her, she wouldn’t listen and always mocked Evelyn for not being happy despite being married.
'Why do I have such a sister?' Evelyn thought as she went downstairs to her son's room, knocked on the door, and then entered. She saw Albert doing his homework at his desk, which made her feel a bit relieved. She said softly, “Albert, don’t study too late. Get some rest soon.”
"I know, Mom. I'll head to bed after I finish this problem," Albert replied, not looking up from his work.
Seeing this, Evelyn didn't disturb him any further and left the room. She reflected on how much Albert had changed this semester, no longer as playful as before, perhaps influenced by Kevin. Thinking of Kevin, who stirred mixed feelings within her, Evelyn felt a pang of longing. Kevin hadn't visited much this semester, and whenever she messaged him on Facebook, he always claimed to be too busy with his studies to come over. She couldn’t press him further.
But at night, thinking of Kevin’s strong, thick cock, her body couldn’t help but crave the intense pleasure of their passionate encounters, especially how full she felt when he was inside her.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Barrett, her middle-aged husband, stepped out wrapped in a towel. Seeing his wife standing in the living room, he asked, "It's late, what are you doing down here? Go up to bed."
"I was just checking if Albert finished his homework," Evelyn glanced at her husband’s bloated body and thought of Kevin’s youthful, muscular frame, feeling a wave of revulsion. She turned and went upstairs.
Barrett followed her and saw Evelyn lying on the bed, lost in thought. Her black nightgown clung to her voluptuous body, emphasizing her ample cleavage, smooth thighs, and full mons pubis covered in a dense patch of hair.
He couldn’t resist sitting next to her, grabbing one of her breasts and kneading it forcefully, smiling as he said, "Babe, what’s on your mind? Did Albert give you trouble again?"
"Annoying," Evelyn pushed Barrett’s hand away and said softly, "I just had an argument with my sister on the phone."
"Oh, is she still living alone?" Barrett asked casually, his hand moving to her thigh, caressing it gently. He lowered his head to kiss her breast, sucking on her nipple. Tonight he had no social engagements and wanted to enjoy some intimacy with his wife. No matter how attractive other women were, they couldn't compare to Evelyn's alluring body.
"Yes, I'm really worried," Evelyn said, frowning as she pushed Barrett’s hand away. "There are so many single men in your department. Can’t you find a suitable match for my sister?"
"Forget it. Your sister's standards are too high. Her ex-husband was Lawrence. She wouldn’t be interested in the guys from my office," Barrett said, continuing to caress Evelyn's breasts and legs. "You’re just asking for trouble. Stop worrying about her."
"Easy for you to say. She's my sister. How can I not care?" Evelyn shot Barrett an irritated glare. "You’re never home, don’t care about anything at home, and you barely pay attention to our son. What good are you?"
"Alright, alright, it’s all my fault. I’ll handle it, okay?" Barrett's hand moved from her thigh to her groin, rubbing her through her panties. Her plump labia quickly became damp from his touch. He chuckled, "Babe, why are you so sensitive? Just a little touch and you’re already wet. You want it, don’t you? Let’s have some fun tonight."
"Ugh, you’re so annoying. I just showered," Evelyn said coldly, pulling his hand away. "I’m not in the mood. Maybe another time."
"What’s the big deal? We can shower again after. Let’s shower together," Barrett insisted, hugging her voluptuous body closer. He unwrapped his towel, pressing his erection against her plump buttocks. For some reason, he was particularly eager tonight, as if rediscovering an old desire. He thought her refusal was just modesty and that she would give in if he persisted.
"No means no. Aren’t you annoying?" Evelyn suddenly sat up, her voice cold, "Do you really think this is a hotel where you can come and go as you please? I’m not one of those prostitutes you can call up."
"Baby, don’t be mad. If you don’t want to, we won’t," Barrett said, feeling a bit scared. Did his wife know about his affairs? He spoke nervously, "I haven’t been with any prostitutes. It’s just socializing with work contacts. You can ask around if you don’t believe me."
"You know the truth," Evelyn said, getting out of bed. "You sleep by yourself tonight. I’m staying with our son." She left the bedroom, leaving Barrett looking panicked.
Albert finished his homework and then chatted with Lucy on his phone for a while. When Lucy said she was heading to bed, he quickly texted, "Goodnight, babe. Love you." She replied with a shy emoji and logged off.
Staring at her Facebook profile picture, Albert suddenly felt a bit bored. Having a girlfriend wasn’t as exciting as he thought it’d be. Lucy was the type of girl who only allowed hugging and kissing, occasionally letting him touch her breasts, but nothing more. Most of the time, she felt more like a second mom, supervising his homework, which was just annoying. He regretted starting something with her.
Albert was about to turn on his computer to check for some good movies when his phone buzzed. He grabbed it quickly.
"Albert, are you still up?"
"Yeah, I’m still awake," Albert replied, his heart racing as he wondered why the person had messaged him. "Oh, nothing. Just go to bed early," the reply came, sounding indifferent.
Feeling a bit let down, he stared at the profile picture for a long time, typing and erasing message drafts over and over, unsure of what to say. Eventually, he just sent a simple goodnight, with no response from the other side.
Did they text just to say goodnight? Albert mused, both amused and frustrated. That night felt surreal, like a dream. He couldn’t recall the details—only the image of two large, plump buttocks moving rhythmically, sweat glistening down the crack, and his cock being vigorously ridden. The memory made him hard again.
Albert couldn't help but reach into his shorts and start stroking his erection. He felt a bit proud—at least he was no longer a virgin. Kevin would never guess that he had finally had sex with a woman, and it was someone Kevin would never suspect.
Suddenly, he heard soft footsteps in the living room. Recognizing his mother's gait, Albert quickly sat up and pretended to be reading.
Evelyn walked in and saw her son still at his desk. Smiling, she said, "Albert, stop studying and go to bed. Tonight, Mom will sleep with you."
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