NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 304. Are We Some S*x-Crazed Nymphomaniacs to You?

Once Oliver had soothed his girls and ensured Sarah received medical care at the hospital for the substance slipped into her at the club, they opted to end the evening early.

Oliver personally saw everyone safely back to their residences before heading to the Ashford mansion, where Mia, Amara, Adam, and Anna awaited him anxiously.

The moment they caught sight of Oliver emerging from the car in the driveway, the four dashed over to him, brimming with concern.

"Oh, thank God you're safe!" Mia cried out in relief, flinging herself at Oliver, clinging to him fiercely and planting kisses across his face.

She simply couldn't hold back; panic had seized her completely upon hearing of the gang's assault on her son. Her deepest fear had nearly materialized, the terror of losing her precious boy engulfing her entirely.

Amara likewise launched herself at her little brother, squeezing him hard with tears pouring down her face. "Don't ever frighten us like that again, Oliver. I couldn't stand it if anything happened to you."

Oliver let out a sigh while gently patting their backs to reassure them. "Sorry for causing you all such worry. I'm perfectly fine, so no need to fret."

"I'm so relieved you're unharmed, Oliver." Adam chimed in, his tone laden with emotion.

Meanwhile, Anna drew near Oliver with measured steps, eyeing him thoroughly from head to foot prior to sighing. "I warned you against behaving like a foolish rascal, Oliver, yet did you pay heed? Naturally not. You lack any restraint and show no awareness of peril. Truthfully, Oliver, you should have pondered a bit before leaping into action. After all, it's never too late to act, but regret strikes far too late. Do you comprehend?"

Although her voice carried firmness, Oliver understood she held no real anger, only deep concern for his well-being. She remained his caring aunt regardless.

"Yes, Aunt Anna, I understand. I'm sorry. I'll regard this as a hard lesson and avoid repeating the blunder." Oliver offered his apology before advancing to embrace her, receiving a warm hug in response.

He fully grasped the severity of his error. He might have sustained injuries, or worse, one of his girls could have. In that case, self-forgiveness would elude him forever.

As moonlight bathed him from the starry night sky overhead, Oliver tilted his head upward, its glow revealing the area around him vividly.

Thoughts raced wildly through his head, scrutinizing the recent incident and contemplating his path forward.

Moments later, Oliver broke the silence. "Let's head indoors. It's far too late for discussions now, and exhaustion weighs on me. We'll address it tomorrow when the moment arrives, alright?"

All nodded in agreement, proceeding inside with their anxieties somewhat alleviated by Oliver's safe return.

As Oliver moved toward his bedroom, Mia, Anna, and Amara trailed closely behind.

"Hm?" Oliver murmured questioningly.

"Do you really think we'll retire without you tonight?" Mia challenged, her voice resolute as she fixed her son with a sharp gaze.

The other pair leveled stern stares at him too, conveying that persuasion was futile—a tactic he hadn't even considered. "Alright, I'm worn out, so we'll simply rest. Nothing more, okay?"

Mia rolled her eyes at her son's audacious statement. "Do you view us as insatiable sex fiends? Just climb into bed."

Adam shook his head at the display, choosing not to partake this evening, and withdrew to his quarters. He deemed it wise for them to enjoy some private bonding after the turmoil.

With a chuckle, Oliver approached his room door and stepped inside, then lingered in the bathroom for a thorough cleanse.

Upon his return, clad solely in a towel wrapped around his waist, he found the three women already settled in his bed, expectant.

They had evidently shed their garments, reclining nude on their backs, fully exposed before him, their gazes snapping toward him as he appeared.

"I specifically said no sex tonight." Oliver pointed out, discarding his towel to reveal his girthy, lengthy cock dangling freely while he neared the bed.

"We heard you, honey." Mia beamed with feigned purity, patting the bedding between herself and Anna, both having shifted to accommodate him. "We only crave your embrace."

Sighing once more, Oliver slid into the bed, positioning himself amid the two ravishing sisters. He then eyed Amara beside Anna and motioned her nearer.

"Lie atop me." Oliver proposed, tapping his chest to indicate her resting place.

Joy illuminated Amara's features at his invitation. She promptly rose and clambered over him, her lush, rounded breasts swaying against his chest, silken flesh meeting his bare skin as her pussy pressed along his cock.

With a sly smirk, Oliver inquired of her, "Comfortable?" having observed her squirming a bit atop him.

Amara let out a giggle while nodding. "Mhm! I'm so comfy with you."

"Oh my god." Mia gasped at the sight. "My darling doesn't care about his sexy mother anymore, does he?"

In a hushed tone, Anna chimed in. "How cruel he is, only caring for his young sister and ignoring the two older women. My heart aches so much at his actions."

Her long, slender fingers dramatically swept away pretend tears, amplifying the theatrical flair of the moment.

The sight left Oliver in disbelief; both gorgeous sisters were playacting as envious, pampered sweethearts.

"Gosh, you two are too much." Amused, Oliver shook his head and faced Anna. "And Aunt Anna, since when did you start having such an interesting character? I like your usual self more, you know?"

Anna tsked her tongue. "You just don't appreciate your auntie enough, that's all." She slid closer to Oliver, pressing her plush red lips softly to his cheek in a tender kiss, then murmured, "Sweet dreams."

Mia scooted in as well, delivering a gentle kiss to his other cheek. "Sleep well, honey."