Chapter 497: MILF Next Door is What?
I pulled my hand away from Tiffany’s massive breasts the moment I heard her husband’s voice coming from inside the apartment.
"Yeah, honey, I’m just sweeping the floor," Tiffany called back, her voice trying to sound casual as she held the broom in her hand, her body still flushed from my touch.
As Tiffany answered, David was already walking toward the door. He opened it and saw me standing unusually close to his wife, while Tiffany held a pan and broom, pretending to clean.
"Oh, Alex," David said when he looked at me. He wasn’t his usual self, he seemed unusually cheerful.
"Hey, David," I replied smoothly, keeping my expression neutral as I stood there.
I glanced at Tiffany, and she was really blushing hard. Her cheeks were a deep pink.
She avoided my eyes, focusing instead on the floor as she pretended to sweep, clearly embarrassed and nervous about how close we had been just moments before her husband walked in.
David’s eyes flicked between us for a brief second, but he didn’t say anything more.
"Alex, why don’t you join us for lunch? Today is a really great day," David said, the same David who normally didn’t like my presence anywhere near his daughter and wife, now inviting me into their apartment with a smile.
"Yeah, Alex, why don’t you join us for lunch? Is Julie and Lucy still here? You should call them too," Tiffany added, her voice sweet but with a slight nervousness behind it as she stood there holding the broom.
"No, they both left this morning," I replied, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what was really going on. Something felt off, so I decided to join them to see where this was heading.
We all entered the apartment, and I closed the door behind us with a soft click. The familiar living room felt strangely tense now.
David led the way toward the kitchen area, still acting unusually cheerful, while Tiffany walked beside me, her cheeks still faintly pink from our earlier encounter.
I could feel the weight of the unspoken secrets hanging in the air, David’s invitation, Tiffany’s nervous glances, and my own curiosity about what was really happening.
As we all got to the dining area, I took a seat at the table, making myself comfortable as I observed the unusual atmosphere.
Tiffany went to the kitchen area and started preparing something, her movements a little hurried as she tried to act normal. David sat on the seat in front of me, looking unusually happy, his smile was wide.
"Mom, I cannot find my shoes," Brittany came out suddenly from one of the rooms, calling for her mom in a slightly frustrated tone.
When she saw me sitting on the chair at their dining table, she was surprised, her eyes widening for a brief moment before she recovered.
"Hey, Alex, when did you come?" Brittany asked, her voice casual but with a hint of curiosity.
"Hey, Brittany, I came just now," I replied, looking at her closely. She was really getting thicker day by day, her body developing into an even more voluptuous figure that was hard to ignore.
She was wearing a tight blue t-shirt that barely contained her large breasts, the fabric stretching tightly across her chest and leaving little to the imagination. Her nice shorts were hugging her plump ass perfectly, the material clinging to her curves.
I could clearly see her cameltoe, her pussy looking really juicy and tempting under the thin fabric. The sight of Brittany standing there in such casual but revealing clothes made my mind race with dark thoughts as I sat at their dining table.
"Honey, your shoes are where they always are," Tiffany said in the tone of a tired but firm mother, trying to keep things normal in the kitchen.
"But Mom, I can’t find them there," Brittany said, pouting cutely as she looked around the living room in frustration.
"Have lunch, then we’ll find your shoes. Come sit," David said, gesturing for Brittany to take a chair at the dining table.
Brittany came forward and sat on a chair close to her dad, still looking a little annoyed about her missing shoes.
"So, what’s great about today, David?" I asked, looking straight at him as I tried to figure out the real reason for this sudden invitation.
On my question, Tiffany and Brittany got really alert. They both looked at me for a brief second and then quickly looked down, their cheeks turning a noticeable pink as an awkward silence filled the room.
"Oh, it’s just that... come here, baby," David said to Tiffany before continuing. Tiffany came closer to David, her movements a little hesitant. Then David put a hand on her belly and said with a proud smile, "Tiffany’s pregnant."
"Whattt?" I asked, genuinely surprised at the sudden reveal, my eyes widening as I looked between David and Tiffany.
"Tiffany’s pregnant with my child," David said proudly, his hand gently rubbing her belly as he looked at her with pure joy and happiness. He seemed genuinely thrilled, the kind of proud father-to-be who couldn’t contain his excitement.
Tiffany, on the other hand, looked uncomfortable. She shifted slightly, her cheeks flushing as David kept rubbing her belly. She gently put her hand on his and stopped him, clearly not wanting the attention right now.
"The thing is, Tiffany was really shy about this, so she didn’t tell me herself," David explained, still smiling as he looked at his wife with affection.
"How do you know then?" I asked.
"I found a pregnancy kit in the bathroom dustbin this morning," David said, then turned to Tiffany with a warm smile. "You know, baby, you could have just told me. I’m so happy for both of us."
"I know, honey... I should have told you," Tiffany said with a forced smile then she looked at me with a flushed face, her eyes avoiding mine for a moment before flicking back nervously.
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