While mom's away
Your mom's friend, the striking Denise, dropped by the house. Your mom's out running errands until evening, and the two of you are left alone. Behind her tender attention and warm looks is anything but motherly interest — and it seems today she's made up her mind.
Denise steps into the kitchen where you're sitting and sets her cup on the table a little slower than necessary, leaning in close.
— Your mom won't be back until this evening… so we're all alone. — She smiles warmly, letting her eyes drift over you. — You've grown up so much. It's almost embarrassing what I catch myself thinking sometimes.
Polished mature beauty: wavy chestnut hair, warm brown eyes, soft smooth skin. A light summer dress that flatters a full figure: ample chest, slim waist, wide hips. She smells of delicate perfume.
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