Too Close To Home
1743 Words
THE house was louder than usual, filled with laughter and the thumping bass of teenage music. Sofia stood in the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel, half amused and half exhausted. Her daughter, Kiara, had invited a few friends over for a study hangout, and while Sofia loved seeing the house full again, she hadn’t expected him to be there.
Jayden.
Kiara’s best friend.
She had known him since he was a lanky boy with a shy smile and crooked glasses. Back then, he was harmless, polite, quiet, practically part of the family. But somewhere between the end of high school and the start of college… he had changed. Really changed.
Six feet tall.
Broad shoulders.
Deep voice.
And eyes that lingered too long.
He was a man now, and the realization hit Sofia harder than she liked. Harder than she thought.
She tried to ignore the way she felt his presence, even when he wasn’t looking. But tonight, when he walked past her to grab a drink from the fridge, his arm brushed hers, warm and firm, and she forgot to breathe for a second.
“Sorry,” he murmured, though he didn’t pull away as fast as he should have.
“It is alright,” she said, forcing a smile. “You boys have fun.”
“Not all of us are boys anymore,” he replied quietly, meeting her eyes with a look that felt… intentional.
She swallowed hard. This was a dangerous territory.
Kiara’s laugh echoed from the living room, snapping the moment like a string pulled too tight. Jayden stepped away, but not before Sofia felt the heat of his gaze one more time.
Hours later, the house quieted. The other friends had gone home, but Jayden stayed behind to help Kiara clean up. Sofia retreated to the laundry room to fold clothes, hoping distance would cool the strange tension in her chest. But she could still hear them talking— her daughter’s easy chatter, and Jayden’s low, steady replies.
When Kiara finally headed upstairs to shower, Jayden lingered in the kitchen, rinsing plates and stacking them carefully. Sofia walked in, surprised to find him alone.
“Kiara went up?” she asked.
“Yeah. I told her I would finish here.” He glanced at her, lips curling into a small smile. “I don’t mind helping.”
“You don’t have to do all that. You are a guest.”
He shook his head.
“You have always done a lot for me, Mrs. Torres.”
Her chest tightened. He hadn’t called her that in years. It felt too formal now, too distance-creating, when everything between them tonight felt anything but distant.
“I appreciate it,” she said softly.
Jayden placed the last plate on the rack.
“You look tired,” he observed gently, his eyes lingering on her bulging chest, popping out of the sleek satin she was wearing.
She laughed weakly, noticing his lingering stares.
“I am tired. I swear adulthood is just doing chores until you fall asleep.”
He leaned against the counter, arms crossed.
“You make it look easy.”
“Trust me, it is not.”
He studied her for a moment. Really studied her. His gaze softened at the lines around her eyes, the loose bun on her head, the skimpy sleek satin she wore. Instead of making her feel self-conscious, it made her feel… seen.
“Can I ask you something?” he said quietly.
“Of course.”
“Do you ever take a break? For yourself?”
The question struck her deeply, more deeply than he probably intended.
“No,” she admitted. “Not really.”
He exhaled slowly, like that answer meant more to him than she realized.
“You deserve to.”
Sofia’s heartbeat stumbled.
He wasn’t flirting. No, not exactly. But there was something behind his words, something like warmth, admiration, something that felt far too close to longing.
She turned away to wipe the counter, needing the distraction. But Jayden stepped forward to grab a cloth, and when their hands touched, neither of them moved.
His fingers brushed hers deliberately, slowly, like he was giving her every chance to pull away.
But she didn’t. She didn't.
The air shifted, it became thick, heavy and warm. Her breath hitched.
“Sofia…” he said, her name trembling on his tongue for the first time.
Her eyes lifted to his, and the way he was looking at her made her knees weaken. Not like a boy looking at his friend’s mother. But like a man who had quietly, carefully, wanted her for a long time.
“This isn’t right…” she whispered, though her voice betrayed her.
“I know,” he murmured. “But I can’t unsee you.”
Her pulse drummed wildly in her throat.
“And you can’t tell me you don’t feel this too,” he added, voice low, chest rising and falling with restraint.
She should have stepped back. She should have ended it. But she didn’t.
He moved closer, slow, cautious, giving her space to stop him. His hand came up, fingers brushing the side of her arm in a feather-light touch that made her breath falter.
“Sofia,” he whispered again, deeper now, “if you don’t want this… tell me to leave.”
Silence wrapped them. It was a thick, dangerous, and undeniable one.
Her heart gave the answer she couldn’t speak. And that was all he needed.
“Ok,” she finally managed to say and he paused.
“What?” He shook his head, his eyelids batted.
“Can you take care of a woman, my age?”
He started off with a scoff, and then he burst into laughter. Her eyes flickered.
“I'm sorry, pardon. What sort of a question is that huh?”
She nodded.
“Very well then, come with me,” she said and walked away, taking him by the hand and he followed. She took him to a room upstairs and they entered.
“You need to show me,” she said and gently pushed him to the bed. He fell on it, laughing.
“Hold on, are you angry now?” He asked, sitting up, with his elbows resting on the fluffy bed.
She shook her head.
“I'm not… angry. Just show me what you have got,” she said, folding her arms.
“I… I thought you were in charge right now?” His eyes squinted.
She sighed.
“Well,” she pulled off her panties and looked at him. “Well Jade, do you know what this is?” She asked, pointing at her honeypot with her left index.
“Ugh—”
“It is called a p***y—”
“Yeah—”
“Yeah, a f*****g p***y. Now, I need you to show me how best you can make it wet with just your tongue,” she said and climbed over him on the bed, using her fluffy red folds to sit on his face, giving him no breathing space.
Jayden laughed. A naughty woman indeed. Instantly, he stuck out his tongue and began tracing the thin c**t and lines of her thick p***y with it, the entire surface, everywhere.
“Make me wet, and be fast at that,” she ordered, sinking her right knee into the bed’s softness and raising up her left knee, while using her right hand to hold his head up, her crimson red painted nails digging into his wavy hair. He wrapped his hands on her round firm ass while he licked her.
He pushed his tongue further in, digging into her dark red honey, licking and sucking out everything his tongue could.
“Now, you have to keep f*****g licking that p***y till I c*m, you understand?” She asked.
“Mm mm,” he replied, doing justice to her with his tongue. In no minute, he sent her moaning.
He continued licking and sucking, gliding his tongue deep further into her p***y, making her wriggle her waist in response to the tingling sensations she was feeling, twisting her waist up and down his tongue
After a few minutes of that, she got down.
“I never knew you were this good, Jade,” she said taking off her satin, and revealing her full boobs. Jayden swallowed hard.
“I'm always good at what I do, Sofia,” he replied.
“Mm,” she said and walked up to him, and then began pulling down his shorts. “Now, let's see what you have got there,” she said. Her eyes widened at the sight of his veined solid member, lying helplessly on his belly, it was already hard.
She used her tongue to trace it, then she wrapped her right hand around it and quickly took him in her mouth, looking into his eyes as she sucked him, and tucking her flowing hair behind her ear.
“Are you feeling good, Jade?” She asked.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Yeah. Do you want me to keep going?”
“Uh uh,” he said.
She smiled, took the c**k out of her mouth, spat on it and continued sucking, simmering her sputum all over it, using her tongue and hand.
Jayden just laid on the bed watching her, savouring the intense pleasure.
After minutes of sucking, she brought the c**k closer to her boobs and began using it to rub on them, rub on her standing n*****s and the skin of her breasts.
“You love this too, right?”
“Of course I do,” he replied.
She spat on his c**k again and began caressing it all over with her hand, then she took it back into her mouth and resumed sucking again. Again, she took it out, spat on it, and began stroking it with a faster pace, up and down, sending him moaning.
She looked at him and saw him recoil in pleasure, that intensified the stroking. She stopped and used her tongue on the cap, sucking at it as though she wanted to suck it out. Jayden moaned. This woman was damn good with the microphone.
He was still enjoying the pleasure when suddenly he heard a voice —
“s**t! Honestly mom, can you keep your hands off my male friends?” The voice asked. It was Kiara.
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