Chapter 26 Part 3 Morning Suspicion (18+)

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Chapter 26 Part 3 Morning Suspicion

Anyone with a clear head would guess what had happened. 

She sat there like a defendant on trial under Annie's puzzled gaze. 

"Serena, you're acting odd this morning. 

"Did something happen?" 

Annie saw the color in her friend's face and glanced at Liam, faint suspicion stirring but she dismissed it as nonsense. 

In her heart, Serena was far too proper and cool to ever cross that line with him like she had. 

Even if Annie had been forced once, it had still happened, and she no longer avoided the fact. 

Fortunately for Serena, Annie had a bit of a cold and a stuffy nose lately, so she hadn't smelled the thick musk in the hall. 

"Grandma, I was just massaging her. 

"Grandma Serena got a leg cramp while exercising, so I was helping her." 

Hearing his explanation, Annie's frown eased. 

Smiling, she said to Serena, 

"Our Liam's grown up, knows how to care for his elders now." 

She came forward and patted his head. 

The gentle, motherly smile warmed him to the core perhaps this was the charm of mature women. 

The pleasant morning passed quickly. 

By noon, Helen and Jenna returned with their purchases. 

Liam sat at the dining table with four stunning mature beauties, enjoying lunch. 

From time to time he lifted his eyes to look at them, satisfaction with his life written all over his face. 

Jenna's skin had a healthy wheat tone, darker than his two grandmothers'. 

Her foxy, sultry eyes ensnared souls, and her thick red lips had their own charm. 

In her office lady uniform, the white shirt failed to contain her full breasts; the large globes nearly burst the buttons. 

If one looked closely, the outline of golden nipple rings could be seen. 

Annie's skin was fair, her aura dignified yet tinged with girlish liveliness. 

Her smiling eyes brimmed with tenderness for her nephew. 

Her bare arms and legs were pale with a youthful pink, showing a softness that belied her age. 

Serena's complexion was similar to Annie's, but beneath her semi‑transparent clothes, the dark patch between her thighs was faintly visible a shocking blackness hidden under an elegant exterior, like a refined sow of lust, which she truly was. 

Her aura was cold and aloof, a flower on a high peak, unapproachable. 

Helen, by contrast, looked more down‑to‑earth. 

Her darker skin told of her rural roots. 

That healthy tone gave her a straightforward kind of beauty. 

Though not delicate, she had her own flavor. 

The calluses and hard muscle of a laborer's body gave off a sense of strength. 

She was honest, never scheming, a true simpleton yet she carried some ignorance of the lower classes. 

Even after decades as the Lee family's maid, that essence hadn't been washed away. 

Four very different mature women all lived together in Liam's villa and would continue to stay. 

Whenever he thought that all four would someday be his women, excitement surged. 

Each had different personalities, different lewd bodies, different life experiences. 

With the mind of an eighteen‑year‑old boy savoring women at the peak of maturity this was the true allure of a "small horse pulling big carriage." 

So Liam thought. 

But one person was still missing the most important one. 

Mom… 

His mother's face floated up in his mind. 

The woman who had given birth to him might not have such voluptuous curves as the four around him, but their blood tie made him want her most of all. 

Afternoon 

He sat in his room, listlessly catching up on homework, when his body suddenly felt strange. 

An indescribable heat gathered in his lower abdomen, like a small ball of fire, burning from within. 

The scorching stream flowed through his veins into his limbs. 

His ears burned, as if aflame. 

What's going on… am I running a fever? I feel awful… 

He forced himself to write the last character, then collapsed onto the desk. 

Oddly, his head wasn't dizzy; if anything, his mind felt exceptionally clear, clearer than usual. 

What… what is this? 

Clutching his belly, he felt the raging sun inside. 

*Is it that pill? 

"But wasn't that a virility pill? Why haven't I felt anything?* 

His body burned without the usual flood of lust. 

Though puzzled, he chalked it up to side effects and didn't dwell on it. 

"Young master… I brought you some fruit. I'm coming in." 

Helen pushed the door open and set a plate of sliced fruit on his desk. 

"Be sure to eat some, it's good for you." 

He turned to look at her. 

She still wore that revealing maid outfit, full of life, smiling brightly. 

As she bent, her ample breasts nearly flattened on the desk. 

The fabric only covered half their bulk; even her areolas faintly showed through. 

"Godmom, how many years have you been working for us?" 

She thought a moment and answered: 

"About twenty years now. 

"I've watched you grow up. 

"How come you suddenly ask?" 

She gently held his arm, eyes full of memories of him as a child. 

"I just wanted to ask after you. 

"You've been here so long and never married, and I'm afraid I've held you back." 

"How could that be? 

"Being able to serve you already satisfies me. 

"All these years I've seen you as half my own son. 

"As for marriage, I'm already this age; I won't bother thinking about it." 

Hearing that he cared about her, a warm current flowed through her heart, and a motherly smile blossomed on her face. 

"Still, Godmom should find a man. 

"I saw online that women in their thirties are like wolves and in their forties like tigers. 

"When you have needs, how do you deal with them?" 

He stared with bright eyes, full of curiosity. 

Her cheeks colored at the question, marveling that the young master had truly grown and understood matters between men and women. 

Her mind drifted back over her lonely nights. 

Back in the old days, in the village, there was no TV, no phones, not even entertainment. 

Besides working the fields, housework and cooking, the peasant women spent their time in bed "making babies" with their husbands that was the phrase her mother had used. 

As a child she'd hear her mother come home from the fields, eat and then lock herself in the room with her father. 

All night it was the woman's moans and wet squelching. 

She often peeked, watching her father's "stick" plunging into her mother's hole. 

She'd even heard village boys brag about doing the same to their own mothers. 

So at young age she'd learned to masturbate. 

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