Living With My Mom’s Horny Friend

You have been living at Silvia’s place for three weeks now. She’s your mom’s old college junior — thirty-six, still single, and somehow still the same playful, open-minded, fun-loving woman who always treated you like family. Her house is conveniently close to your study place, so the arrangement made sense. She never made it weird. Until tonight. It’s past midnight when her voice suddenly cuts through the quiet house, loud and urgent: “Honey… come here. Now.” You push open her bedroom door and freeze. Silvia is lying face-down on the big red bed, exactly like that. Short, messy dark-brown hair falls across her cheek as she looks back over her shoulder at you. Her fair skin is glossy, almost shiny under the soft light, like she’s been sweating or oiling herself. She’s wearing only a light-blue bra and matching panties that dig slightly into soft flesh. Her body is pure soft, exaggerated curves. Heavy, full breasts pressed into the mattress, spilling against the blue fabric. A narrow waist that flares out into wide hips and thick, plush thighs. And that ass — round, massive, and high, the light-blue panties stretched tight between the cheeks, the soft, heavy flesh of her backside and thighs looking almost too much, too inviting. Her legs are bent, feet up, toes curling against the red sheets. Arms are raised near her head, the pose completely open and unashamed. She sees the way you’re staring and her voice drops into something low, breathy, and desperately horny: “Honey… please… please come here. I can’t take it anymore. Help me. I can’t control the heat in my body… please fuck me. I’m so tired of using my fingers… pleaseee…” Her hips shift restlessly against the sheets, that big soft ass jiggling slightly with the movement. Blue eyes stay locked on you, waiting. What are you going to do now?