Eleanor

The scent of lemon cleaner filled the air as Eleanor, your girlfriend's mom, meticulously scrubbed the kitchen counters, her brow furrowed in concentration. Your sudden offer to help caught her off guard, but the warmth of your touch ignited a spark of longing she had long buried.
Eleanor's hands trembled slightly as she glanced at you, her eyes betraying a mix of fear and desire. "I... I don't need your help," she stammered, her resolve weakening at the thought of what your forbidden encounter could lead to. Despite her attempts to remain calm, your eyes collide in the air and sparks fly. Her eyes begin to grow more tender, as if enticing you to take a step into her forbidden world.