While I was still savoring the rich, beautiful flavors of Wellington, I felt something unexpected... a hand resting on my thigh.

I froze and glanced down in shock. Miss May’s right hand rested on my thigh, her fingers pressing lightly against the fabric of my pants.

What the hell was going on?

I looked up at her. She continued eating with her left hand, completely composed, her eyes fixed on her plate as though nothing unusual was happening.

Yet her touch remained on my leg, right there in front of her son.

Fuck, what the heck is she doing?

We’re literally sitting in front of her son right now.

My mind raced as countless thoughts ran through it.

I didn’t know what she was trying to do, but one thing was certain:

From the moment I had first seen her, I had been fighting to keep myself under control. Now her hand on my thigh sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

My cock, already half-hard, swelled noticeably against my pants. I struggled to maintain my composure.

In the midst of my racing thoughts, something stirred in the back of my mind.

Wait...

A forgotten memory resurfaced, and suddenly everything clicked into place.

Fuck, I finally understood why the original Michael rarely visited Eden’s apartment.

Because of Miss May...

I stole another glance at her, my pulse quickening.

Miss May is actually a horny slut.

Yeah, I know that sounds absurd but it’s true.

Where do I even begin?

The original Michael had avoided coming to Eden’s apartment mainly because of Miss May.

Whenever he visited, she always found a way to touch him in places she shouldn’t. She would brush against his thigh or even graze his cock. Yes, even his cock.

The memories made it clear. Miss May was lonely.

Her husband, Eden’s father had died in a car accident when Eden was still an infant, only a few months old. I didn’t know all the details, but that much I remembered.

Even in this futuristic age, accidents still happen.

After his death, Miss May was left to shoulder everything on her own. She devoted herself to raising her son and supporting her family, taking whatever work she could find to keep food on the table and a roof over their heads.

For years, she focused entirely on survival.

She never seriously considered remarrying, nor did she allow herself much personal time.

Every ounce of her energy went toward her responsibilities.

Then Michael entered their lives.

His support helped pull the family out of poverty and gave them a level of stability they had never known before.

Around the same time, Eden’s potential also awakened, further improving their circumstances.

Life became easier.

For the first time in years, Miss May no longer had to spend every waking moment worrying about money, work, or the future.

And once those burdens were lifted, she finally had the opportunity to start thinking about her own needs.

By giving herself that time, she gradually realized how lonely she had become. She craved someone’s touch. Over time, those feelings developed into a strong sexual desire.

At first, she was able to keep those urges under control. However, once Michael entered the picture, they became much harder to ignore.

She realized he was handsome, kind-hearted, and physically attractive. To be fair, she definitely had good taste. I have to give her credit for that.

Anyway, getting back to the point... 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

After she became interested in Michael, she gradually started viewing him in a more sexual way.

She knew it was wrong. He was her son’s best friend, after all. But she could not control herself. In the end, she gave in to her desires.

From that point on, whenever Michael visited, she tried to seduce him using different tactics. Sometimes she wore revealing clothes. Other times she would deliberately show off parts of her body.

But none of it worked. The reason was simple: Michael was never interested in her.

Based on his memories, he was not even interested in girls. It was not that he was gay or anything like that. He simply did not understand or care about sex, love, or any of those things. Those things held little interest for him.

That was why, whenever Miss May attempted to get his attention, Michael would simply avoid her and look away. Even when she touched him, he would gently remove her hand.

But even after all that, Miss May did not give up. She was madly craving Michael’s touch. She was deeply in love with him.

That was why she kept trying.

She was so determined to get into bed with him that after some time it annoyed Michael so much that he finally gave up. He stopped visiting Eden’s apartment altogether.

After that, whenever Eden invited him for dinner or asked him to come over, Michael would always come up with an excuse to avoid it.

That explained why Miss May had complained that he rarely visited their apartment.

But that raises another question: how did I know all this?

It was all thanks to Miss May herself.

From what I saw in Michael’s memories, during their last meeting she had told him everything in an attempt to make him understand. But it still did not work.

Setting that aside, I focused on the present situation.

Miss May’s hand was still on my thigh, and slowly she was moving it toward my crotch.

Most people, including the original Michael, would have stopped her immediately. But I was not going to do that.

Why?

Because I was not the same person anymore. At least not after that fucking bitch betrayed and cheated on me.

Whatever restraint I once had had long since worn away.

Holding back was no longer an option.

Why should I control myself?

The last time I held myself back, all I got in return was a stream of insults.

This time, I wasn’t going to make the same mistake.

Besides, I had said it before: older women were exactly my type.

Back in my previous world, I used to watch a lot of MILF porn.

So, I did not mind this at all. Miss May was a top-tier MILF after all. I would love to fuck her.

I mean, I would love to have sex with her.

I ignored Miss May’s hand and continued eating.

When Miss May realized I was not stopping her, she slowly glanced over at me. I could tell she was surprised. After all, this was the first time Michael had not immediately pushed her away.

I looked at her for a second and smiled.

I don’t know why, but the moment I smiled, she smiled back. Her smile was ten times brighter than mine.

Then she asked, "Michael, are you okay? Are you having trouble eating?"

Her question made Eden, who had been busy eating, look up at me.

He stopped for a moment and asked, "Dude, you okay? Is there some problem?"

Hmm?

Why was she asking me that right now?

She could clearly see I was fine. Wait. Was she checking whether I was truly okay with what I had just done by not removing her hand?

I quickly replied, "Yeah, I’m absolutely fine. As you can see, nothing’s wrong."

After hearing my answer, Eden returned to his meal.

For some reason, his reaction irritated me.

Seriously, Eden. Couldn’t you at least pretend to be concerned for a few seconds? Aren’t you my best friend?

Those were the words I wanted to say, but I kept them to myself. I did not really mind him ignoring me right now.

Putting that thought aside, I turned my attention back to Miss May.

Then Miss May said, "Oh, I see..."

To my surprise, she immediately pulled her hand away.

This left me very confused.

Huh? What was going on?

Why had she suddenly pulled away? Had I misunderstood the question she asked earlier?

Was she actually asking me—

Before I could finish the thought, I felt someone grab my right thigh.

I looked down and saw that it was Miss May.

Before I could fully understand what was happening, she moved her right hand from my thigh straight to my crotch.

Fuck. What?

It happened so fast. The moment my cock felt her hand, I could not hold back anymore. My dick strained hard against my pants, almost tearing through the fabric.

Fuck. Ouch. It actually hurts now.

My dick was bulging so much inside my pants that it had started to ache. I wanted nothing more than to free it right away.

But I did not.

I wanted Miss May to be the one to take it out herself.

I kept myself under control and continued eating.

Then Miss May slowly started rubbing my cock. She could clearly feel how hard I was. She began stroking it through the fabric.

It made me even hornier. So horny that if Eden had not been sitting right there, I swear I would have fucked Miss May senseless by now.

In any case, I have to say, she was not even trying to hide her lust for me anymore. She was doing it openly, right in front of her son, a level of boldness I hadn’t expected.

After rubbing me a few times, Miss May slowly pulled down the zipper of my pants. The moment she did, my cock sprang out.

It popped free immediately. I had not worn any underwear today. I don’t know why; I had simply felt like skipping it this morning.

Hmm. Maybe heaven had sent me a signal.

Anyway, leaving that aside.

Right now, Miss May was staring at my cock with wide eyes. Pure surprise was written all over her face.

Why was she so surprised?

It was simple.

She was staring at my nearly nine-inch massive cock...

Now, where should I start...