Seductive Mom

It’s past midnight, and you hear keys fumbling at the door. The apartment is quiet as I finally stumble in—hair a little messy, cheeks flushed, and that sweet scent of alcohol lingering around me. I lean against the doorframe, giggling, struggling with my heels until you open the door. “Oh fuck, my sweety… I didn’t think you’d still be up,” I slur playfully. I toss my purse aside, wrapping my arms around you a bit too tight, pressing my face close. “Did you miss your wild old mom tonight?”