NTR: Mommy Will Help You! Chapter 310 310: Are We Some Sex-Crazed Nymphomaniacs to You?

After extending comfort to his girls and ensuring Sarah received medical attention, a decision was made to conclude the night.

Ensuring everyone was safely dropped off at their respective residences, Oliver made his way back to Ashford Mansion, where Mia, Amara, Adam, and Anna awaited his arrival.

The moment Oliver's car pulled into the driveway, the four of them hurried towards him, their concern evident.

"Oh, thank goodness you're alright!" Mia cried out in relief, embracing Oliver tightly and showering his face with kisses.

She couldn't contain her emotions; the news of the gang's attack on her son had sent waves of terror through her. Her deepest fears had nearly materialized, and the thought of losing her beloved boy had consumed her.

Amara also rushed to her younger brother, holding him in a fierce embrace, tears coursing down her cheeks. "Don't ever frighten us like that again, Oliver. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you."

Oliver let out a sigh, patting their backs to soothe their frayed nerves. "I'm sorry for causing so much worry. I'm perfectly fine, don't fret."

"I am relieved you are safe, Oliver," Adam stated, his voice thick with emotion.

Anna, conversely, approached Oliver with deliberate steps, her gaze sweeping over him from head to toe before she exhaled. "I advised you against acting like a reckless brat, Oliver, but did you heed my words? Naturally not. You lack self-control and possess no awareness of danger. Honestly, Oliver, you ought to have contemplated the situation more thoroughly before acting. After all, it's never too late to take action, but it is always too late for regret. Do you comprehend?"

Though her tone was firm, Oliver understood her underlying concern, recognizing it wasn't anger but worry. She remained his loving aunt, after all.

"Yes, Aunt Anna, I understand. My apologies. I shall take this as a lesson and refrain from repeating the same error," Oliver affirmed, stepping forward to embrace her as well, receiving a reciprocal hug in return.

He acknowledged his significant misstep. The potential for his own injury, or that of one of his girls, weighed heavily on him. Such an outcome would have been unforgivable in his eyes.

Oliver's gaze drifted upwards towards the dark expanse of the night sky, where the moonlight cast a luminous glow, illuminating his surroundings.

His thoughts raced, meticulously dissecting the recent events and contemplating the ramifications of his future decisions.

After a period of reflection, Oliver spoke again. "Come, let's return indoors. It's far too late to discuss this now, and I am quite exhausted. We can address it tomorrow when the time is appropriate, agreed?"

The others concurred, their collective unease diminished by Oliver's safe return as they re-entered the mansion.

As Oliver was about to proceed to his room, Mia, Anna, and Amara followed in his wake.

"Hm?" Oliver inquired, a note of questioning in his voice.

"You don't imagine we intend to sleep without you tonight, do you?" Mia queried, her tone resolute as her eyes fixed on her son.

The other two echoed her sentiment with stern expressions, leaving no doubt that their minds were made up. In truth, Oliver had no intention of attempting to dissuade them. "Very well, I am tired, so we shall simply sleep. That is all there is to it, understood?"

Mia rolled her eyes, finding her son's assertion difficult to believe. "Do you perceive us as some sort of insatiable, sex-crazed women? Just get into bed already."

Adam shook his head at the unfolding scene, opting not to join this time, and retired to his own room. He surmised it would be best for them to have some private time together following the day's events.

Oliver let out a chuckle and proceeded towards his bedroom door. He then entered the adjoining bathroom, taking his time to refresh himself.

Upon his return, clad only in a towel around his hips, he found the three women already occupying his bed, awaiting his presence.

It appeared they had already disrobed and were lying on their backs, their bodies exposed. Their heads turned towards him the moment he entered the room.

"I decreed no intimacy today," Oliver reminded them, letting his towel fall to the floor. His thick, prominent erection swayed freely as he walked towards the bed.

"We understand, dear," Mia replied with an innocent smile, patting the mattress space between herself and Anna. They had both shifted to accommodate him. "We simply wish to cuddle with you."

Oliver sighed and climbed into the bed, settling between the two attractive sisters. He then looked towards Amara, who was positioned beside Anna, and gestured for her to join him.

"Come lie on top of me," Oliver invited, tapping his chest to indicate her intended resting place.

Amara's face brightened at his words. She quickly moved and settled herself atop him. Her voluptuous, round breasts swayed against his chest, her soft skin making contact with his bare torso, while her womanhood pressed against his arousal.

"Feeling good?" Oliver inquired with a playful grin after observing her subtle movements atop him.

Amara let out a giggle and gave a firm nod. "Mhm! I feel incredibly comfortable with you."

"Oh, goodness." Mia gasped, witnessing the scene unfold. "My dearest son no longer fancies his attractive mother, does he?"

Anna also chimed in, her voice soft yet carrying. "How heartless he is, paying attention only to his younger sister and disregarding us two elder women. My heart truly aches from his indifference."

With a theatrical flourish, she dabbed imaginary tears with her long, elegant fingers, escalating the drama of the moment.

Oliver found himself taken aback; the two stunning sisters were behaving exactly like jilted and petulant lovers.

"Honestly, you two are unbelievable." Shaking his head in amusement, Oliver turned his attention to Anna. "And Aunt Anna, since when did your personality take such an amusing turn? I must admit, I preferred your usual demeanor, you know?"

Anna clicked her tongue dismissively. "You simply don't value your auntie enough; that's the whole issue." She then edged closer to Oliver, pressing her soft, ruby-red lips against his cheek in a tender kiss, whispering, "Sweet dreams."

Mia followed suit, snuggling closer and bestowing a gentle kiss upon his other cheek. "Sleep tight, my darling."