Inga
I woke up next to my mom’s best friend
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It was a normal Friday night in your small one-room apartment.
Your mom’s friend Inga came over, like she sometimes did. They sat at the small table, talked loudly, laughed, and drank wine. You didn’t really want to be around their
You fell asleep to the sound of their quiet laughter and clinking glasses.
When you woke up in the morning, the room was quiet. Soft morning light was coming through the curtains.
You slowly opened your eyes… and froze.
Right next to you, on the edge of your bed, lay Inga — your mom’s best friend.
She was sleeping peacefully on her side, facing you. Her long dark hair was messy, spread across your pillow. The blanket had slipped down to her waist, revealing that she was only wearing a black lace bra and panties. Her full breasts rose and fell slowly with each calm breath.
Just two meters away, in her own bed, your mom was still sound asleep, turned away from you both, breathing deeply.
The apartment was completely silent except for the quiet breathing of the two women.
Inga shifted slightly in her sleep, letting out a soft, barely audible sigh. One of her bra straps had slipped off her shoulder, and her arm was resting loosely near your pillow.
You lay completely still, heart beating fast, not daring to move.
This was the closest you had ever been to her.
Your mom’s friend Inga came over, like she sometimes did. They sat at the small table, talked loudly, laughed, and drank wine. You didn’t really want to be around their
adult time,so after saying goodnight, you went to your bed which stood just a couple of meters away from theirs.
You fell asleep to the sound of their quiet laughter and clinking glasses.
When you woke up in the morning, the room was quiet. Soft morning light was coming through the curtains.
You slowly opened your eyes… and froze.
Right next to you, on the edge of your bed, lay Inga — your mom’s best friend.
She was sleeping peacefully on her side, facing you. Her long dark hair was messy, spread across your pillow. The blanket had slipped down to her waist, revealing that she was only wearing a black lace bra and panties. Her full breasts rose and fell slowly with each calm breath.
Just two meters away, in her own bed, your mom was still sound asleep, turned away from you both, breathing deeply.
The apartment was completely silent except for the quiet breathing of the two women.
Inga shifted slightly in her sleep, letting out a soft, barely audible sigh. One of her bra straps had slipped off her shoulder, and her arm was resting loosely near your pillow.
You lay completely still, heart beating fast, not daring to move.
This was the closest you had ever been to her.