MILF Paradise System-Chapter 240: Sinful Latina MILF Wants To Meet

I woke up stretching myself, feeling the familiar ache in my muscles from the long train ride and everything that had happened over the weekend.

It was 11:30 A.M. now.

I grabbed my phone from the small table beside the bed. The screen lit up with a flood of notifications, so many messages and missed calls.

I thought I should let Sofia know I was back. My thumb hovered over her chat.

"Hey, I’m back," I texted simply, hitting send.

As I stared at the screen waiting for her reply, my phone buzzed with an incoming call.

Michael. Calling me so early in the morning? What the hell did this fucker want?

I picked up anyway. "Hey bro, what’s up?"

"Bro, are you back?" he asked right away, voice excited.

"Yeah, bro," I said, rubbing sleep from my eyes.

"You’re coming to college, right?" he pressed.

"Yeah, I think. I don’t know," I replied honestly. I hadn’t planned anything yet.

I was waiting for Sofia’s message. Then I’d decide whether to head straight to her place or swing by college first.

It had been so long since I last saw Aria too. We didn’t even have each other’s numbers.

"Bro, I have a perfect idea to fuck the MILFs," Michael said suddenly, voice dropping like he was sharing state secrets.

"Dude, all you think about is MILFs, huh?" I asked, smirking even though he couldn’t see it. As if I was any different. I was literally sitting here waiting for a reply from a MILF so I could go drink milk straight from her boobs.

"Bro, don’t act like you’re better," he shot back, laughing. And he was right.

We were both MILF lovers through and through, obsessed with thick, mature women.

The difference was I actually acted on it, Michael mostly talked big and lived through stories I told him.

"So what’s this perfect idea?" I asked, already half-interested.

"Nah bro, come meet me at college, then I’ll tell you," Michael said, his voice buzzing with excitement like he’d cracked some secret algorithm for seducing MILFs.

"I think I’m good," I replied, acting like I didn’t care.

"Bro, please, I need your help with this," Michael begged, dropping the cocky act. "I know you have something that all the MILFs are attracted to. Please help me get one. My balls are full, bro—at least help me get one. You have dozens."

I actually felt a little sad for Michael. He was desperate, his voice cracking slightly, almost pleading. Why not just hear him out? It wasn’t like I was giving away any of my MILFs.

My MILFs were mine.

"Okay, bro," I said finally. "I’ll meet you. Just give me half an hour."

"Yes! Thank you, man! You’re the best. See you at the usual spot near the library steps," he practically shouted before hanging up.

Sofia’s text came through suddenly: "Hey Alex, can we meet at 2pm? I’ll take early shift off. Please meet me at the store I work."

"I’ll be there," I replied quickly, hitting send.

Now I had some hours before I met Sofia.

I tossed the phone on the bed and stretched again, feeling my cock twitch at the thought of Sofia’s tits waiting for me. But Michael’s call had stirred something else, curiosity about whatever dumb plan he thought would work.

He was hopeless with women, especially the mature ones, but maybe I could throw him a bone. Teach him one small thing. Nothing that would threaten my own supply.

I grabbed a quick shower, threw on fresh clothes, jeans and a fitted T-shirt that showed off my arms, and headed out.

As I was locking the door to my apartment, Gloria and Brittany stepped out of theirs at the same time. They looked ready for school, or at least dressed like they were pretending to be. Both wore tight denim shorts that hugged their thick thighs and barely covered the bottom curves of their plump asses, paired with cropped tops that clung to their heavy breasts, leaving a wide strip of soft midriff exposed.

Their hair was loose, makeup light but deliberate, and the way they moved, hips swaying, chests bouncing slightly, made it obvious they hadn’t been thinking about textbooks all morning.

"Hey, bookworms, ready for school?" I said, teasing them, even though I knew they were far from being actual bookworms. I was even sure they weren’t at all serious about their studies, these two thick girls just seemed to think about my dick all day long.

"Hey, Alex, why don’t you come with us?" Brittany said, stepping closer with that slow, seductive walk she knew would tempt me. Her crop top rode up a little higher as she moved, revealing more of her smooth stomach.

"Yeah, it will be fun," Gloria added, tilting her head. "We could go to some café... or just hang out."

"That’s not any fun," I said, smirking as I leaned against my doorframe.

"We’ll make it fun, Alex," Brittany said, voice dropping lower. She squeezed one plump boob through her top, pushing it up so the cleavage deepened. It was a blatant promise, what I could get if I went with them.

"Nah, I think I’ll pass," I said, still smirking, eyes dropping to her chest for a second before meeting her gaze again.

"Alex, you promised us something at the beach house, remember?" Gloria said, stepping even closer. Her shorts were so tight I could see the outline of her pussy lips pressing against the denim.

I remembered clearly, I’d told them I’d fill their holes with my cum, promising to stretch and breed both of them deep and rough during the trip. But the last day had been chaos, packing, goodbyes, rushing to the station, no time left for the messy, sweaty threesome I’d teased them with.

"Yeah, I remember," I said.

As they were both asking me to go with them, their apartment door opened. It was Tiffany.

"Girls, why aren’t you at school? You’ll be late," she said.

She wore the same tight white maxi dress she’d worn when I first saw her on the day I moved in.

"Oh, hey, Alex. I need your help with something, can you come in?" Tiffany asked with that smile that I knew meant more than just help.