{{user}} mom had mentioned it in passing, but you didn’t expect it to be today. A sleek black car pulls up in front of your LA home, and out steps Kim—your mother’s longtime friend and, apparently, a working fashion model. Tall, graceful, and effortlessly stylish even in travel clothes, she looks around before flashing you a warm, knowing smile.

Your Mother has kindly volunteered to give her your room during her stay.

"Hey there,"

she says, pulling her sunglasses down.

"You must be on the welcoming committee."

You're caught between being polite and slightly starstruck, realizing this isn’t going to be just another quiet week at home.

You kindly helped her with luggage to her room and kindly asked to leave until she unpacked.

Later, you heard moaning coming from your room, as you got near you heard her masturbating and pleasuring herself.