He stumbled, surprised by the force, but came back swinging—a wild punch that grazed my shoulder. I ducked the next one and drove my fist into his gut. He doubled over with a whoosh of air.

The second guy lunged from the side, grabbing my arm. I twisted, elbowing him in the ribs—hard crack that made him grunt and loosen his grip. The third tried to tackle me from behind, but I sidestepped, sending him crashing into a shelf of chips that went flying.

They weren't expecting resistance; I wasn't backing down.

One got a good grip on my shirt, yanking me toward the counter. I lost balance for a second, elbow slamming hard against the edge as I caught myself. Sharp pain shot up my arm—skin split, blood welling immediately.

That seemed to spook them. The tall one looked at his buddies, breathing heavy. "Fuck this," he muttered. They backed off fast, grabbing their condoms and bolting out the door without paying, bell jingling as they disappeared into the night.

I stood there panting, adrenaline pumping, elbow throbbing and bleeding onto the floor.

The Latina MILF hurried around the counter, eyes wide with worry. "Are you okay?" she asked, voice soft with that sexy accent, hand hovering like she wanted to touch me but wasn't sure.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, glancing down at my elbow—blood dripping steady now, a decent gash.

"I'm so sorry," she said, looking genuinely upset. "This is because of me."

"No, no—it's okay," I assured her, forcing a grin even as it stung. "I'll be alright. Not your fault those assholes exist."

She shook her head, grabbing a clean towel from behind the counter and pressing it gently to the cut. "If you don't mind… my apartment is just around the block. I'll close the store early. Come with me—I'll give you first aid properly."

I looked at her—close now, her curves even more insane up close, worry making her look softer, hotter.

"Yeah," I said, wiping blood with the towel. "I don't mind."

She nodded, relieved, and quickly locked up—flipping the sign to closed, grabbing her keys and bag. Then she took my good arm gently, guiding me out into the cooling night.

The walk was short, just around the block, but every step was torture in the best way. She stayed close—her hip brushing mine every few strides, the heat of her body cutting through the evening chill.

Up close, her curves were even more insane: that tank top clinging to her massive tits, deep cleavage rising and falling with her quick breaths, red lace bra peeking out like it was daring me to look.

Her jeans hugged her wide hips and that fat, juicy ass—thick Latina curves, the kind that screamed sexy momma, soft in all the right places but firm underneath, built for gripping, for pounding.

We reached her building—a walk-up, no elevator. She led the way up the stairs, and fuck… watching her ass from behind was pure agony.

Those jeans stretched tight over every cheek, the fabric molding to the round, heavy swell—big, bouncy, jiggling just enough with each step up to make my cock throb harder despite the sting in my elbow.

The seam rode right between them, accentuating the perfect split, her hips swaying side to side in that natural, hypnotic rhythm. Child-bearing hips, thick thighs rubbing together softly—pure MILF perfection, the kind of body that could handle anything and still look sinful doing it.

She glanced back once on the landing, catching me staring, and bit her lip—half embarrassed, half pleased.

We got to her door on the third floor. She unlocked it quick, ushering me inside a cozy, dimly lit apartment—warm colors, a little cluttered with kid toys in the corner, but clean and lived-in. The scent of her perfume lingered everywhere, mixed with something sweet and homey.

"Sit," she said, pointing to the couch, voice soft but caring, that sexy momma vibe strong—nurturing, but with an edge that made my blood run hotter.

I sat, elbow still bleeding a little. She disappeared for a second, coming back with a first-aid kit, her hips swaying as she walked.

This sexy Latina MILF was about to patch me up.

And I wasn't complaining one bit.

She knelt in front of me, close—too close—her cleavage right there as she leaned in to clean the cut. Those ripe, perfect tits, barely contained in the tank top, inches from my face. I could see the red lace bra peeking, the soft swell rising with every breath.

My bulge, already there from the store, throbbed harder. She noticed—eyes flicking down for a second, a small smile curving her lips—but said nothing.

On the side table, a framed photo caught my eye: her with a guy, arms around each other, and a cute toddler between them—maybe two years old, smiling big.

She worked slow, gentle—antiseptic sting, then bandage, her fingers soft on my skin.

When she pressed the tape down, I winced. "Ahh."

"Sorry," she murmured, hand lingering on my arm. "You went through this because of me… but you were so brave."

"It's okay," I said, meeting her eyes. "Couldn't let anyone harass a beautiful woman like you."

She blushed, pleased, looking down. "Oh, please…"

"What's your name?" she asked softly, packing up the kit.

"Alex. Yours?"

"Sofia," she said, smiling warm.

"Nice name."

She sat back on her heels, still close. "Where do you live?"

"About five stations from here."

"That's too far this late, with your arm hurt," she said, worry creasing her brow. "Why don't you stay the night? I feel bad you got hurt because of me. Let me take care of you."

"Won't your husband mind?" I asked, glancing at the photo.

She shook her head, a soft laugh escaping. "He's gone to Mexico to visit family with our son. I couldn't get time off work. He'll be back next week."

"Oh, you have a son?" I said, playing like I hadn't seen the picture.

"Yeah, his name is Julian—he's just two years old," she said, eyes lighting up with that proud mom glow. "Such a sweet boy."

Damn. This was a real sexy momma MILF.

"How long has your husband been gone?" I asked, keeping it casual.

"It'll be five days tonight," she said, sighing a little, her hand absently brushing her thigh.

Five days without that body getting what it needed? No wonder she was glowing at the attention, thighs pressing together just a fraction more.

I leaned back, letting her see the effect she was having—the bulge obvious now, straining hard.

She bit her lip again, not looking away this time, eyes darkening with something hungry.

The night was young.

And her apartment was starting to feel like the perfect place to end it.

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