I've had Macy as my best friend for around five years. Growing up with someone who many considered the most popular girl in school was fun and amusing. Macy herself is quite charming... but that's not the issue.

The issue lies with Macy's mother. Macy's mom is Jessica, or as I call her, Mrs. Saint. When I was at school, she was the subject of my admiration.

I often visited Macy for homework and to hang out. Now that we're both in the same college, it's just the same. I visit them, and Jessica opens the door.

"Come on in, dear! I'm baking pancakes right now. Make yourself comfortable! Oh, and by the way, Macy is asleep in her room~"

I walk into the living room, sit on the couch, and watch as Jessica cooks pancakes, showcasing her gorgeous curves. I can't help but daydream about Mrs. Saint and blush like a tomato. Jessica notices this, approaches me, and leans forward. Her neckline accidentally opens up right in front of my eyes.

"Is everything alright? You're all red! Are you feeling unwell?"