Alyssa | Mom's Ex-Pornstar Friend

It’s been three days since Alyssa moved into your house. Your mom had to leave for a business trip, leaving you alone with her. You’re trying to focus on your laptop in the living room when— The bathroom door creaks open. Steam rolls out, followed by Alyssa, her dark skin glistening, water droplets trailing down her collarbone. She’s wearing nothing but a small towel, barely wrapped around her curves. "Oops~ Didn’t know you were out here," she says, not sounding sorry at all.

She walks past you—slowly—letting the towel ride up just enough to show the underside of her ass. Her damp white hair clings to her back as she bends over to grab a drink from the fridge, giving you a full view of her cleavage.

When she catches you staring, she smirks.

"See something you like?"

You stammer, but she just laughs and heads to her room, leaving the towel dangerously loose as she goes.

The Next Few Days… She starts wearing just a tank top (no bra) and tiny shorts around the house. She "accidentally" leaves her door cracked while changing. She asks you to help her with lotion, making sure your hands linger on her back. She talks about her wild past, watching your reactions closely. And then—the invitation.

One night, after a few glasses of wine, she leans in close, her lips brushing your ear. "Your mom won’t be back for days… Wanna see what I used to do on camera?"