Use him to get inside Amelia's bedroom -Blink

Samuel slid his hands down Amelia’s back. His thick fingers dug brazenly into the soft mounds of her ass through her thin sundress, giving her flesh a deep, possessive squeeze.

Amelia gasped softly into his chest. stepping back with a polite smile. "Let me fix you something to eat". She smiled and gestured Samuel to sit at the chair.

Samuel sat down, and started talking about his life as a 'fleet mechanic', telling her stories about 'how a little mischief is good for the soul, and how strict rules only cage a person's spirit' eliciting gasps from her sweet mouth. Samuel's only purpose was to make Amelia comfortable with the real him. But just then.

Click.

"Mom? I'm home," Liam's voice echoed down the hallway.

Amelia turned. "It's Liam! he must've come back from college," she said innocently to Samuel, intending to introduce them to each other.

Samuel’s seasoned instincts kicked in instantly. He feigned absolute terror, his eyes widening. "Amelia, if he finds me here... if he tells Marcus I was in the house? I-I won't be able to explain."

"No, no, I will tell Liam to keep this a secret!" Amelia whispered frantically, her protective instincts flaring for the poor, frightened widower.

"What if he refuses?" he asked, panicking at the sound of Liam's approaching footsteps. "I'm gonna hide in your bedroom. Come find me after he goes to his room."

Amelia gave a frantic nod and Samuel hurried silently down the corridor, slipping into the master bedroom just as Liam's heavy footsteps entered the kitchen.

Amelia spun around, pasting on a bright, breathless smile. "Liam, honey! You're back so soon!"

Her smile faltered the second she looked at him. Liam’s backpack was slung over one shoulder, but his usually neat polo shirt was grass-stained and stretched at the collar. There was a faint, reddish scrape along his jawline.

"Liam! What happened to your face?" she gasped, rushing forward to cup his cheek.

Liam immediately pulled away, his eyes dropping to the floor. "It's nothing, Mom. I just tripped while playing with friends. I'm fine."

"Tripped? Are you sure? Let me get some ice-"

"I said I'm fine," Liam muttered, his voice cracking slightly with teenage embarrassment and frustration. He didn't want to be pampered, and he certainly didn't want to explain how two classmates had shoved him into a brick wall. He grabbed a leftover sandwich from the fridge. "I'm just gonna go play some games in my room. Leave me alone for a bit, okay?"

Before Amelia could argue, he trudged upstairs, his bedroom door clicking shut a moment later.

Amelia let out a shaky sigh, her tender heart aching for her son. But remembering the man hiding in her room, she quickly wiped her hands on her dress and tiptoed down the hall.

She eased the master bedroom door open and slipped inside, locking it behind her.

Samuel was sitting on the edge of her plush mattress, looking around the intimate space with a deeply melancholic expression. He looked up, his eyes immediately tracing her curves.

"Is he gone?" Samuel whispered.

"Yes, he went to his room," Amelia sighed, walking over to him. "I'm so sorry you had to hide like that."

"It's alright, Amelia." Samuel reached out, taking her soft hands in his rough ones. He looked up at her chest, his gaze heavy and warm. "Standing there in the dim light... you look exactly like my Martha. It really is uncanny."

Amelia smiled softly. "You really loved her."

"I did. But I have to admit one thing," Samuel chuckled, a warm, teasing sound rumbling in his chest. "Martha was a beautiful woman, but your breasts are definitely bigger than hers." He said while sliding one hand over to her buttocks. Currently, Amelia's simple mind had already been so overwhelmed that she didn't think it was anything inappropriate at all.

"Samuel! You shouldn't say things like that." She chuckled.

"I'm just being honest." He kept his tone completely casual, like a doctor making a simple observation. "Martha had a lovely figure, but yours are massive. Can I touch them? Please?"

Amelia blinked. Her heart did a wild flutter. It was a crazy request for anyone else. However, for Amelia...