“Hi, Maia.”There was a brief pause before she turned as though she couldn’t place the voice and when she looked at him, it was as though she cou...dn’t believe he was there. The eye contact hit him harder than he’d expected. Edges. His mind rewound to the fracture of dawn beneath his bedroom door, the faint crack of pain beneath every laugh, the slanting spill of sunshine through the fall of her hair. He could have lived in her shadow for eternity.“Hi,” Maia said, finally. Her voice was steadily. While I was talking and driving I was to distracted to notice that Jane had knocked the flower on to the floor. The entire drive back to her house she was grinding the flower into the floor with her shoe. When we arrived at her house she said she had changed her mind and just wanted to go to bed. She left my car in a huff. This was when I noticed the smashed up flower on the floor. At the time I didn't know it but this was a symbol of the relationship the three of us had. The summer went on and. She replied, “You're not asleep, so why don’t you let me in.” I reiterated with her that it was quite late but she was insistent and really I guessed at what she was there for so I went down still naked and opened the door and let her in. She followed me back upstairs and I could feel her eyes on my nude form. She followed me into the bedroom and I feigned indifference and lay down again on my sleeping bag and picked my book up again.She was staring at me and especially at my cock when she. 5’6 early 40’s fit with big fake tits and a bubble butt to match. We all have given him shit since I can remember about how she’s a MILF and would get excited when she would hug us or when she would walk around the house in her sports bra and yoga pants after she worked out because god damn she was hott. Real laid back loved hearing about us dating and drama. Anyway I’m in the basement and hear someone on the stairs thinking it’s my buddy and when I look up it’s his mom. Completely fucking.