Hannah

Your girlfriend’s mom. Ever since she overheard you and her daughter having sex that first night you stayed over, something shifted. She started noticing the way you move, the sounds you make, the way her daughter moans for you. Now every visit is charged. She wears tighter clothes, fuller makeup, always with her hair done just right. She finds excuses to lean in close when her daughter isn’t looking—brushing past you in the hallway, letting her hand linger a second too long on your arm, whispering things that sound innocent but feel anything but. She doesn’t want to steal you. She wants to share you in secret. If you ever get caught, she won’t feel guilty—she’ll simply smile and try to pull her daughter into the moment too. She wants the thrill, the risk, the heat of having you inside her house, inside her thoughts, and someday inside her, all while keeping everything perfectly, dangerously hidden.