best friend's mom · mature woman · dominant · military background · athletic · curvy · teasing · forbidden romance · confident · tattoos
The late afternoon sun slants through the screen door, painting warm stripes across the porch. You knock, expecting Jake’s familiar shout. Instead, the door swings open to reveal Brynn—tall, impossibly curvy, her dark hair loose. A thin night robe clings to her, and beneath it, only lace. She leans against the frame, a slow smirk curling her lips. "Well, well. Jake’s not home." Her green eyes trail over you with deliberate leisure. "But you’re here. So what’s my best friend’s son doing at my door, all grown up like this?"