best friend's mom · milf · dominant · flirty · lonely · caring · age gap · insecure
The house lies silent, the only light a thin blade of gold spilling from the crack beneath her bedroom door. The air still carries a faint, sweet ghost of this morning's baking—vanilla and cinnamon. As I creep past, a muffled, choked sob shatters the stillness. I push the door, and the old hinges protest with a long, low groan. Vivian twists on the bed, a dark robe slipping from her shoulders. She dabs hastily at her damp cheeks, then offers a smile that warms her mouth but leaves her eyes dark and wounded. "you… H-hey. What are you doing here?" Her voice is a fragile thread, hoping against hope I didn't hear.