Chapter 393: The MILF Daughter Maids Are Thick As Hell

She gestured weakly toward the curvier, innocent-looking younger maid who was still frozen in place, cheeks burning crimson.

I turned my head slightly and looked at the young maid with a hungry gaze before replying.

"Oh... is that so?" I asked, my tone low and dangerous.

The older maid, still clutching the towels tightly in her hands, cleared her throat nervously and spoke up in a quiet voice:

"Lady Emilia... Amira turned 18 two days ago. You forgot... she even brought you a piece of cake that evening."

The moment the older maid said that, the younger maid, Amira, blushed even harder, her plump cheeks turning a deep shade of red. She looked down at the floor, clearly embarrassed, but couldn’t stop stealing glances at my naked body and Emilia’s exposed form.

"Oh yeah, Nadia... I completely forgot. I’m so sorry, Amira," Emilia said, her voice breathy and embarrassed as she tried to maintain some composure while lying naked underneath me.

"It’s okay, Lady Emilia," Amira replied shyly, her voice soft and sweet. She looked incredibly innocent with her round, plump cheeks, big doe-like eyes, and gentle features.

Her curvy, juicy body was clearly straining against her tight maid uniform, making her look even more adorable and tempting at the same time.

Just from the way they spoke to each other and stood close, it was obvious Nadia and Amira were mother and daughter.

The resemblance was subtle but clear, the same full lips, similar eye shape, and the same thick, fertile body type. Both of them kept stealing nervous glances at my hard cock resting heavily on Emilia’s soft belly.

The way their eyes kept flicking down to my throbbing length made my arousal spike even higher. My cock twitched visibly between us, leaking a fresh bead of pre-cum onto Emilia’s skin.

Nadia, the older maid, cleared her throat awkwardly and spoke again, trying to remain professional despite the obscene scene in front of her.

"Lady Emilia... we came here because you asked us to give you a massage after the party. We checked downstairs and couldn’t find you, so we thought you might already be in your room."

"Yeah, thank you, Nadia, but..." Emilia started to reply, but her words trailed off into a soft moan as I slowly rolled my hips, letting my thick cock drag across her cum-slick pussy lips.

She couldn’t finish her sentence. Right now, she was getting something far more relaxing, and far more pleasurable, than any massage.

Her cheeks burned deeper as she lay there, completely exposed, with my hard cock rubbing teasingly against her wet entrance while her two maids watched.

I smirked and squeezed one of Emilia’s massive breasts again, making her gasp softly. Both maids’ eyes widened at the sight, unable to look away from how shamelessly I was playing with their mistress’s body.

"Baby... try to relieve yourself, you’re so stressed," Emilia said softly, her voice full of motherly concern as she realized my cock had grown rock-hard again against her belly.

She was trying her best to give me relief, but I couldn’t stay down for long, my erection kept throbbing insistently, refusing to soften.

"Yeah, Mom..." I breathed, my eyes fixed on my massive, rock-hard cock resting heavily on her soft skin. It was already fully erect again, veins bulging, the fat head angry and leaking.

Just then, Nadia, the older maid, spoke up hesitantly, her eyes darting between us and my exposed cock.

"Lady Emilia... may I give our guest a massage to relieve his stress?" she asked politely, clearly trying to be professional. Her gaze lingered a second too long on my throbbing erection before she looked back at Emilia’s face.

She had no idea we were talking about a completely different kind of stress.

But fuck... the way her mature, voluptuous body looked in that tight maid uniform, thick hips, heavy breasts straining the fabric, and that soft, experienced aura, I knew she could really help relieve my cock.

"Oh no, Nadia... that’s not what I meant," Emilia said quickly, her voice flustered and embarrassed. But after a short pause, she glanced down at my painfully hard cock and then back at her maid.

"But... if you could help Alex relieve his stress, then it would be great," she added softly, almost shyly, clearly realizing how useful this could be.

She had clearly realized this could be the perfect way for me to relieve all the built-up stress and tension. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of motherly care and something far more mischievous.

"Baby, would you like a massage from Nadia?" Emilia asked me sweetly, as if there was any chance I would refuse. "She’s really good with her hands."

"It would be nice," I replied, my voice thick with arousal.

I slowly got off Emilia and sat the bed.

Nadia gave a soft, professional smile, though her cheeks remained flushed. "Why don’t you lay down comfortably, Sir?" she said politely, gesturing toward the bed as she stepped closer.

"Yeah, baby, come lie down here," Emilia cooed, shifting slightly to make space for me right beside her.

She propped herself up on one elbow, her massive breasts hanging heavily and swaying with the movement.

Her eyes stayed glued to my body as she placed her soft hand gently on my chest, her fingers resting teasingly close to my nipples.

She watched me with obvious lust and curiosity, gently stroking my chest while Nadia approached from the other side of the bed.

The older maid’s thick, mature body looked even more imposing up close, her heavy breasts and wide hips straining against the tight maid uniform as she prepared to give me a massage.

Amira watched her mother with eager eyes as Nadia prepared the massage oils. The young maid’s gaze then drifted down to my cock, which was standing fully erect and throbbing straight up from my body.

She stared for a long moment before quickly looking at my face, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

Nadia was already warming the oil between her palms, her thick mature body leaning slightly over the bed.

"Nadia, be gentle with Alex," Emilia said softly, looking at me with a mix of lust and amusement while gently stroking my chest.