Heather stayed quiet for a few seconds on the other end of the line, clearly processing the offer. The soft sound of her breathing continued, heavier than before.
"You'd really let us stay… for free?" she finally asked, her voice softer now.
"Of course," I replied. "Just bring your son and come over. I'll take care of everything."
My cock throbbed at the thought of Heather walking into that apartment with her son, the same son who had once been forced to listen while I fucked his mother on the train. This time, things could go much further.
I waited for her answer, already imagining how I would put my hands on that soft, mature body of hers again the moment she arrived.
"Okay, Alex… I'll come," Heather said softly on the other end of the line.
"Great. I'm texting you the address right now," I replied as I quickly typed out the location of the empty apartment and sent it to her.
Just then, a young male voice came through the phone in the background.
