Just after a few minutes of changing her clothes, Anna walked into the kitchen and the transformation was striking. She was no longer a drowned rat, rather glowing and beautiful.
She was wearing his clothes, and they fit her in a way that was both innocent and erotic. His white t-shirt stretched tight across her massive tits, the thin fabric hinting at the color of her nipples.
She even had chosen not to wear a bra, even knowing Leila was there, clearly intending to make the older woman more jealous. The shirt clung to the undersides of her breasts, outlining their heavy shape and the faint outline of her areolas.
His shorts were baggy, but they rode up high, clinging to the generous swell of her fat, rounded ass and defining every perfect curve. The fabric bunched between her large soft butt cheeks slightly, showing the deep cleft.
She looked beautiful, calm, and utterly content.
"Darling's clothes feel so comfy!" Anna did not hesitate. She walked right up to Alex at the counter and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her soft tits against his back.
The t-shirt was so thin that he could feel the exact shape of her nipples scraping against his skin through the material. She rested her cheek on his shoulder blade. "It smells so good, darling~" she murmured, her voice a soft possessive purr. "You're cooking? I want to watch you. Can I stay right here while you cook? Pretty please?"
Leila, who had been standing beside him chopping vegetables, froze. Her knuckles went white on the knife handle.
Without a word, she shifted her position and pressed her hip and thigh firmly against Alex's other side. The oversized shirt rode up slightly, exposing more of her thick thigh and the lower curve of her ass.
"Uhm..." Now he was completely trapped between the warmth of two competing bodies. He could feel Leila's doughy ass pressing against his leg, the heat of her skin radiating through the thin fabric of his pants, while Anna's soft tits molded to his back, nipples hard and insistent against his spine.
"It's feeling hot..." He felt like a piece of meat being claimed by two predators.
In response, Leila spoke in a sickly sweet voice. "Anna, honey, you're not helping. And you're pressed right up against the cutting board. Why don't you back off and let the man work before you lose a finger?"
Anna answered in an equally sweet voice, not moving an inch. "I'm not in the way, am I, darling? I just want to be close to you. I like watching your hands move." She squeezed him tighter, her huge tits flattening even more against his back. "You don't mind, do you? It feels so nice being held like this after such a horrible day…"
Hearing her answers, Leila's smile tightened. "Darling? That's an interesting name to call a man who you don't know well. Alex, you never mentioned you had a girlfriend."
Anna lifted her head. Her eyes now sharp and locked on Leila's over Alex's shoulder. "He didn't mention one to me either. In fact, he was very clear he didn't have a girlfriend. So I'm a little confused why his mom's old friend is acting so jealous. It's not very mature for an old woman like you."
After the words "old woman" slipped out of Anna's mouth, Leila had no choice but to go on fully in their war. Her voice dropped low and dangerous. "Happy to know that, Alex is a man who needs a woman, not a little girl playing games. He needs someone with life experience, not a child who throws herself at the first man who shows her kindness."
Anna's grip on her darling tightened even more. She nuzzled her face against his back, lips brushing the fabric of his shirt. "But he chose to bring me here, didn't he? He chose to take care of me. That says something, doesn't it, darling?" She kissed the back of his shoulder softly, a small, deliberate claim. "You're so sweet to me… I feel so safe with you."
Leila's fingers dug slightly into Alex's lower back. She leaned forward and whispered near his ear, loud enough for Anna to hear. "You know I was waiting for you tonight. Just you. I wanted to make tonight special… for us."
Anna's response was immediate. She turned her face toward Leila, still pressed against his back. "And I'm so grateful he let me stay. I didn't have anywhere else to go. He's really good at taking care of people who need him." She kissed his shoulder again, slower this time. "Aren't you, darling?"
Leila's eyes flashed. She leaned in closer on Alex's other side, her breast brushing his arm through the thin shirt she wore. She rested her hand lightly on his lower back, fingers splaying possessively. "Safe is one thing. But Alex needs more than just safety. He needs someone who understands him… who can match him. Not someone who clings like a lost puppy."
Anna's hand slid lower, fingers brushing the waistband of his pants. "I'm not clinging. I'm just… close. Like I want to be. You can understand that, can't you?"
Throughout the entire exchange Alex stayed silent, rather beginning daydreaming for some time. He kept chopping carrots, his movements becoming more soft and delicate.
The steady thunk… thunk… thunk of the knife was the only punctuation to their fight. He felt their bodies pressing into him from both sides. The heat from their rivalry burned against him.
He was helpless and painfully aware of the hard-on that had not gone down since he first saw Leila. He had no idea how to deal with jealously. Since his heart was too soft, he couldn't bring him to favor one girl over the other.
Yet deep down he was enjoying the feeling of being yearned for, and Liza kept teasing him for it every time.
However, just as Leila looked like she was about to say something truly venomous, the sound of the front door unlocking and opening echoed through the house.
A cheerful, the familiar voice of the mom called out "I'm hoooome! I brought dessert!"
It was like a switch had been flipped. Leila's expression of murderous rage melted away in a nanosecond, replaced by a neutral calm expression. She took a physical step away from Alex as her cheeks flustered.
She was still feeling ashamed for loving her friend's son, so her entire posture changed to one of casual friendliness.
On the other hand, Anna, equally quick, released her possessive hug on Alex's back. She turned toward the doorway, her expression becoming one of polite, almost demure shyness. She immediately bowed her head respectfully.
Alex let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. His shoulders slumped in relief.
"Where are y'all?...hmm?" His mom walked into the kitchen, saw the three of them standing there, and beamed, completely oblivious to the tension that had just vanished. "Oh, Alex! You have a guest! And Leila, you're helping, how wonderful!"
Alex gave a quick complete explanation. "Mom, this is Anna. She got caught in the rain and her phone died, she has nowhere to go tonight, so I invited her to stay over. Is that okay?"
His mom recognized Anna immediately, as she met her with Alice one time before. "Oh, Anna, sweetie! Of course, you can stay! It's so good to see you."
With the matriarch present, the war was put on hold. Both women became models of politeness. Leila offered Anna a drink with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Anna helped set the table, her every movement toward Alex now chaste and friendly.
Everything became better and calmer.
After dinner the mom set up the living room. "Anna, sweetie, I'm so sorry, but the only room is full of Leila's things. You'll have to sleep on the couch. I'll make it up with extra blankets, it's quite comfortable."
Anna shook her head and her eyes lit up. "Oh, that's no problem at all! The couch looks wonderful!" Her happiness was genuine after she knew Alex would also be sleeping on the next couch beside her.
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Leila watched this, her beer can froze halfway to her mouth. Her eyes were burning with jealousy. She was using Alex's bedroom alone while the "guest" got to sleep in the same place as her man. It was a huge loss and she knew it. She wanted to protest and tell Alex to sleep in the bed together, but she couldn't. Not in front of his mom.
Alex, seeing the murderous look in Leila's eyes, felt a wave of unfulfilled lust growing in his body. But he had to just sleep on the couch.
The mom said her goodnights and headed to her room. Leila gave Alex a look that was a complex mixture of sadness, lust, and jealousy before she turned and walked into the bedroom, closing the door with a soft, final click.
The war hadn't ended yet.
Later the living room went quiet and dark,. The only light came from a faint glow of a streetlamp outside and the moonlight, laminating the living room slightly.
Alex laid down on his couch, stiff as a board. His cock still ached, half-hard from the build up lust, the memory of both women's bodies pressed against him refusing to fade.
He could hear the soft rustle of blankets from Anna's couch. She was laying down just a couple feet's away from him.
After a few minutes Anna shifted on her couch. She rolled onto her tummy, the movement making the borrowed shorts ride up even higher on her thick thighs.
Her massive, juicy rounded ass lifted slightly, the fabric stretching tight across both cheeks and outlining the deep cleft perfectly.
Her huge tits squeezed into the couch cushions, flattening and spilling to the sides. The thin t-shirt did nothing to hide how her nipples dragged against the blanket with every small movement.
She propped herself up on her elbows, cleavage pressing together, and looked toward him in the moonlighted night.
"Darling…?" She whispered, voice soft, sweet, and a little shy. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah. Can't sleep."
"Me neither. This couch is really comfy, though. Thank you… for everything. For letting me stay. For… helping me out."
"It was nothing, Anna. You're not a stranger."
Her voice got even softer, closer. "It feels… nice, sleeping here. So close to you. I feel… warm... hot."
They fell silent again and the air changed. The safe, grateful tone shifted. Alex could hear her breathing change slightly, deeper and more ragged.
After a long, tense pause, Anna's voice resurfaced quietly in the living room . It was barely a whisper, a puff of air filled with a shy, undeniable heat.
"Darling… I feel horny…"
Her words lit up a lot of emotions in their bodies. Alex's cock jerked hard under the blanket. He could hear the soft rustle of her shifting again and see her ass lifting slightly, thighs rubbing together, a quiet, needy whimper escaping her lips as she pressed her tits harder into the couch, nipples dragging against the fabric.
The living room suddenly felt much smaller and much hotter. Perhaps, it was just too selfish of him to hold back?