[M4F] Fucking my best friend's hijabi mom to make her feel wanted. Plot in body. Hmu with ur asl

Plot: I've known your family for years. Your son and I became close back when we were little, and even now both of us fully grown and living our own lives. I still stop by the house from time to time. At first, it was just habit. Familiar walls, familiar faces. A place that still felt like home. Somewhere along the way, things shifted. You started noticing the looks I lingered on a little too long, the way my attention stayed on you even when conversation drifted elsewhere. It was easy to brush off at first, harmless, maybe even flattering but the tension never fully faded. Especially not as time passed. Lately, your son has been around less, busy with his own life, his own friends. Your husband, meanwhile, has become distant in a different way. Consumed by work, emotionally absent, giving everything to a company that barely notices him. The house feels quieter now. Lonelier. And I keep showing up, offering company when no one else seems to notice you need it. One evening, after a particularly overwhelming day, you find yourself at your limit, emotionally worn down, craving something you haven't had in far too long. That's when the doorbell rings. It's me. And for once, the house is completely empty, the silence stretching ahead of us with no interruptions in sight. As your hand reaches for the door, guilt settles heavily in your chest, echoing vows and responsibilities you've tried to honor yet it's matched by a quiet longing you've denied for so long that resisting it now feels almost unbearable.