MILF Paradise System

Chapter 459: The Innocent Plump Girl’s MILF Mother

"Why don’t I help you enter the pool?" I offered smoothly. "I have my fingerprint registered in the system. And your mom won’t find Lily, I saw her leaving the building a while ago for some work."

The girl’s eyes brightened immediately, a grateful smile spreading across her cute face.

"Oh, thank you! That would be a great help," she said, sounding genuinely relieved. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, causing her heavy breasts and thick thighs to jiggle slightly in the tiny bikini.

I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger on her body for another second before gesturing toward the stairs.

"Lead the way," I said, my voice calm on the surface while my mind raced with all the things I wanted to do to this innocent-looking but ridiculously curvy girl.

"Wait, my mom will be back soon," the girl said, glancing down the stairs with a small, patient smile.

We waited for a little longer on the staircase landing. After a minute or two, I heard footsteps coming up. A woman appeared around the corner, climbing the stairs with a tired but purposeful stride.

The moment I saw her, I immediately recognized the woman.

"Helen?" I asked, surprised.

It was Helen, the maintenance lady who had come to fix my shower a while back. The same woman I had bent over my bathroom counter and fucked hard.

She was wearing thin white trousers that hugged her round, mature ass tightly, the fabric stretching deliciously over her full cheeks with every step.

Her grey sleeveless tank top was equally tight, clinging to her curvy figure and riding up slightly to reveal a soft strip of her lower back and navel, accentuating her wide hips and heavy breasts.

"Alex, Sir?" Helen said, her eyes widening in shock as she reached our floor and saw me standing there casually chatting with her daughter.

When this innocent, plump girl had told me her mother worked for the building, it had never occurred to me that it could be Helen.

Helen stopped a few steps below us, her expression a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and something darker, perhaps the memory of how I had used her that day. Her daughter, still standing close to me in her tiny bikini, looked between us with innocent confusion, completely unaware of the history between her mother and me.

"So she’s your daughter?" I asked, my eyes slowly roaming over the girl again. She was going to be even thicker and sexier than her mother when she fully matured.

Helen had a shade of black in her hair, but her daughter’s was a rich, warm brown that fell softly around her innocent face.

"Yes... this is my daughter, Gia," Helen said, her voice slightly strained as she stood there.

"Mom, is that the Alex Sir you told me about?" Gia asked curiously, looking between us.

"Yes, baby," Helen replied quickly, her cheeks turning a faint shade of red. She looked visibly embarrassed, clearly remembering exactly what had happened the last time she was in my apartment.

"What did she tell you about me?" I asked, a small smirk tugging at my lips as I looked at Helen.

"Oh, Mom said you were really nice to her when she came to fix your shower," Gia answered innocently, her big eyes bright. "She said most residents don’t even talk to her properly, but you were kind and helped her out. I thought that was really sweet."

Helen shifted uncomfortably on the stairs, avoiding my gaze. The memory of me bending her over my bathroom and fucking her senseless was clearly flashing through her mind. She stayed silent, her face growing warmer as her daughter unknowingly praised me for being nice.

I kept my expression calm, but inside I was enjoying the twisted irony, the mother I had turned into a moaning slut now standing here with her innocent, bombshell daughter, both of them completely unaware of how deep this was about to get.

"Yeah, your mom works really hard," I said, glancing at Helen with a knowing smile. "She told me she got you a laptop for school when you turned 18. I remember that."

Gia’s face lit up with a bright, genuine smile.

"Yeah, she really loves me," she said warmly, looking at her mother with affection.

I turned my attention back to Helen, letting my eyes slowly travel over her body.

"Aren’t you gonna swim?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "You’re not exactly dressed for the pool."

"Oh yes, I am going to," Helen replied, shifting her weight. She lifted the duffle bag she was carrying. "I have a change of clothes in my bag."

I let my gaze linger on her more deliberately. Her tank top was damp with sweat, the material sticking to the curves of her full breasts and the soft swell of her belly.

A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her arms, neck, and the exposed skin of her lower back where the top had ridden up slightly. She looked delicious, flushed, sweaty, and ripe.

"You’re sweaty, Helen," I said, my voice dropping a little lower as I openly admired her. "Looks like you’ve been working hard today."

Helen’s cheeks flushed deeper. She knew exactly what kind of work I was referring to, and the memory of our last encounter made her shift uncomfortably, though she tried to keep her expression neutral in front of her daughter.

Gia, still innocent and unaware, just smiled and waited patiently there.

"Yes, Sir," Helen said, shifting the duffle bag on her shoulder. "I had to fix some issues in a few rooms, and Gia and I had planned this pool day for a while. I tried to be quick, but sorry, baby... I couldn’t find Lily. I don’t know how we’re going to enter the pool area."

"Don’t worry, Mom," Gia said cheerfully, turning to me with a bright smile. "Alex Sir said he is going to get us in."