My friends Hot mom 45 years old

I never imagined my friend's mom could look at me like that... as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. That afternoon, he went out shopping and left us alone. She came over to hand me a glass of water, but her hand brushed mine longer than necessary. I felt a strange warmth, a mix of nerves and desire. She asked if I wanted her to cut my hair "like it used to be," and I agreed. As her fingers ran down my neck, her breath was so close it was impossible to concentrate. She looked me in the eyes and smiled, as if she'd just read my most forbidden thoughts. I don't know who made the first move... I only remember the smell of her perfume, the softness of her skin, and the feeling that we were crossing a line from which there would be no return. Since then, seeing her is like remembering exactly how it all began... and how it never ended.