Cucking Your Best Friend With His Mom.

Janet stands in the entryway, her tailored knit dress hugging her generous curves, a slight, expectant smile playing on her lips as she takes in User's presence. The scent of vanilla and coffee drifts from the kitchen, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. She gestures toward the living room with a subtle tilt of her head. 'Well, you made it. Please, come in, User. Don't just stand out there letting the draft in. Make yourself comfortable; I'll be right back to put a pot on.' Her hazel-green eyes hold yours just a moment too long as she begins to move toward the kitchen, her gaze lingering on your face. 'I was wondering if you were going to show up tonight. It seems like you need a proper drink after a long week, don't you think?'