NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 283. Do You Have Stamina for All of Us Tonight, or Will It Be Too Much for You?

Following their discussion, the mood in the room brightened up right away.

Maya, Linda, and Oliver headed back to their chairs, Oliver claiming the spot in the middle.

As soon as all were settled down, a server entered carrying the menus.

He promptly jotted down their selections and exited to prepare the food.

From that point, the chats started flowing smoothly.

Maya and Linda appeared to have recovered their calm and turned animated while basking in Oliver's presence.

Oliver's altered actions and his fresh appeal had the pair of ladies drawn strongly to him.

Before long, the food showed up, and they all dug in, exchanging light-hearted talks.

Though Linda's focus split between the meal before her and Oliver's fingers trailing over her thighs, she still held her own in the group's discussion.

Maya, by contrast, threw herself into chatting with Oliver on every random topic that surfaced.

In no time, nearly all the plates stood empty.

"Ah, I'm so stuffed at the moment. I doubt I could manage one more bite." Ron let out a satisfied sigh, patting his belly.

Sarah giggled at Ron's response. "Really? Well, I suppose that means no issues with low energy for bedroom fun later tonight."

Ron turned red from Sarah's remark, snapping back quickly, "N-no! Absolutely not. I'll go all out! A touch of physical activity doesn't faze me."

Brenda had to laugh at Ron's eager attempt to seem tough, even if he was the clumsiest fellow she'd encountered. "That's a hefty vow, Ron. Though Sarah's prime focus for the evening isn't you."

Sarah's face flushed warm at Brenda's comment. "Hey! I'm not alone in wanting some action! I can see you're craving it just as much." She pointed out straightforwardly.

Rebecca glanced around while the talk veered toward intimate matters.

She'd long sensed some playful bedroom antics among the group, yet this was the initial occasion for such open chatter right in her company.

Thus, she wasn't sure how to respond.

Truth be told, though... she'd secretly yearned to dive in and share the excitement with the rest.

Regrettably, her role as class president held her back, worried she'd forfeit classmates' admiration if she let loose as desired.

But these days? Those hesitations dissolved entirely, since she no longer held the position and could act freely.

At that moment, Maya and Linda traded sly glances.

These seasoned ladies hadn't enjoyed intimacy since their prior romps with Oliver.

And right now, they ached for another go at him.

Their stares betrayed it all, like famished hunters fixating on tempting quarry.

Still, for all his youth, Oliver had delved into countless erotic delights alongside women across ages, from a lust-driven mom to a never-sated aunt.

Hence, he wasn't some bashful youth ripe for easy seduction.

As if the duo were stripping bare before him, banking on that alone to shatter his control.

Not even close...

"Of course, Sarah! All of us are keen on getting with the revamped Oliver." Brenda tossed in with a cheeky smile, then eyed Oliver and added, "Spill it, Oliver. Got a question... Enough endurance to handle us all this evening, or is it overwhelming for you?"

Oliver flashed a grin at Brenda's probe. "Hinting that I'll tire out and fail to please the group? Rather presumptuous, wouldn't you say?"

Yet instead of a sharp retort, Brenda simply chuckled and shot back, "How about letting my mom and me check it out firsthand?"

Linda wet her lips upon her daughter's suggestion, shifting nearer to Oliver.

Next, she rested her palm on his groin and delivered a solid grip. "Yes... Seems like inspection time has arrived."

Maya slid her hand onto Oliver's free thigh, stroking it enticingly before murmuring by his ear, "Mmm... Don't overlook your alluring girlfriend. Nothing's entered me since you claimed me last."

Meanwhile, Emma aimed not to lag, flicking her gaze from Oliver to his lap. "You mentioned later tonight, so stick to it, Oliver... I'm already antsy. Dying for you to stuff me full with your passion."

Watching the women stir with desire, Oliver shook his head in amusement, chuckling as his shaft pulsed against the confines of his fitted trousers.

"Why the big fuss, ladies? The evening's just beginning... We've got ample hours for some play." Oliver answered with a assured grin. "Care to savor more of the gathering beforehand? No rush, since there's time aplenty for later fun."

The women let out soft sighs in reply, charming rather than cross.

Oliver handled the moment masterfully, rising to his feet and clapping once. "Okay, all, let's switch venues. I'll guide you to an exciting spot to chill!"

Right away, the group stood and trailed after Oliver, curious about his chosen destination.

"Where to now?" Ron queried eagerly, unaccustomed to venturing into fresh locales.

Oliver shot Ron a playful smirk. "A club, naturally! Never hit one before, have you? Tonight's your debut, then. Let's knock back some drinks, Ron."

Ron drew in a sharp breath at the idea. He'd dreamed of clubbing, but his age had blocked it till now.

Therefore, with Oliver pulling him into the night with friends, it hit deep for him.

He'd braced for hiccups dragging his mom along, but her okay unleashed his inner thrill he couldn't contain. "Yes! Let's do this!"