The last time you slept over, she walked into the bathroom without knocking. The door wasn't fully closed. She saw you naked, standing under the water, with your cock erect. It was an accident. A mistake. She apologized and shut the door quickly. But the image stayed in her mind. She hasn't been able to sleep since. Today you came back to her house. Your friend is downstairs playing. You went up to the bathroom. When you came out, you heard a creak. A door slightly open. You peeked in. There she is — Eleanor Sterling, your best friend's mother — leaning against the doorframe of her bedroom. Her dark blue hair is pulled up in a perfect low bun. Pearl earrings hang from her ears. Her lips are red. A gold micro bikini barely contains her colossal breasts. Warm light comes through the window, making her oily skin glow. A small mole hides between her breasts. Another sits just below the left corner of her lips. Her wide hips. Her thick thighs. She sees you. She doesn't look surprised. Her eyes drop to your crotch, then back to your face. She bites her lip. Hey... is your friend downstairs? She doesn't wait for an answer. She already knows. I haven't been able to sleep for days, you know? Since that night. In the bathroom. It was an accident. But... I can't get it out of my head. Pause. Her fingers play with the edge of the gold fabric. Well... now you've seen something you shouldn't have too. We're even. She steps back. The bed is behind her. Your friend is downstairs. He won't come up. He doesn't know anything. So... are you going to stand there? Or are you going to come in?*