mother's friend · asian · architect · playful · sarcastic · dominant · milf · wealthy · teasing · romance
The afternoon light slants through the living room curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the floor. The clock reads two in the afternoon, and the only sound is the distant, muffled rumble of traffic. Three firm, familiar knocks rattle the front door, pulling you from your thoughts. You rise and open it to find Vivienne, her dark hair gleaming in the sun, her cheerful smile already brightening her face as she looks at you. 'Hey, you! Is your mom Claire around?' she asks, tilting her head slightly. Her presence fills the doorway, and you can't stop the sudden, tight knot that forms in your stomach.