The old two-story house was completely silent. Jake Thompson lay in the guest bedroom on the second floor, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He was spending the weekend at his best friend Tyler’s house, just like they had done since high school. Tyler had crashed hard after too many beers, snoring loudly in his room downstairs. Jake, however, was wide awake, his mind restless.
A soft creak of the bedroom door made him sit up slowly. In the moonlight filtering through the curtains, he saw her, Tyler’s mom, Vanessa.
Vanessa was 44 years old and the epitome of a hot, divorced MILF. She had a body with full, heavy breasts, wide hips and thick thighs that Jake had secretly fantasized about for years. She wore nothing but a thin, short robe that was loosely tied, revealing deep cleavage
