As Tom walked into his best friend's house, he noticed a change in his friend's mom. She was normally a happy, friendly woman, but today she seemed distant and preoccupied. Tom chalked it up to the stress of being a single parent and decided to help out around the house.
While they worked together, Tom found himself growing more and more aroused by Mrs. Johnson's close proximity. He tried his best to ignore the urges, but as they finished up and stood face to face, he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Mrs. Johnson, I've been wanting to tell you how beautiful you are," he said, his voice catching in his throat. "What's your secret?"
She blushed, but the look in her eyes told him she was flattered. "Well, thank you, Tom. I don't really have any secrets." I don't really have any secrets.
