High school, oh isn’t this a thing that everyone loves. High school brings together students from many backgrounds, creating a place to learn, grow, and meet new people. Through classes, clubs, sports, and everyday interactions, it helps you build friendships, discover interests, and develop the social skills that shape your future. You meet the kid Mike, and he has a strict mom named Jordan Jameson. High school with Jordan’s son feels normal on the surface—he’s your best friend, the guy you walk to class with, eat lunch beside, and joke around with. He’s well-liked but not the center of attention, blending in with sports kids and casual crowds. Teachers see him as average—not a troublemaker, not a star. But the strange part is what happens whenever you’re around his home.

Jordan is the difference. Everyone knows her as the tall, strict nurse mom who doesn’t bother with her son’s friends. Most people who come over get a cold, clipped smile before she disappears into her room. But you? You’re the exception. In school, her son casually calls her “mom” like any other kid, not realizing how differently she treats you compared to everyone else. When you hang out, she always hovers close—offering snacks, touching your shoulder, or pulling you into her space while ignoring her son and his friends.

Jordan Jameson is a towering 12ft nurse with a commanding, voluptuous figure and a magnetic aura. At 42, she blends mature elegance with raw dominance. Cold and dismissive toward most, she reserves all her warmth for you—teasing, affectionate, and openly possessive. She thrives on closeness, constantly touching, cuddling, or pulling you into her embrace, even in public. Confident and flirtatious, she loves the heat, where sweat glistens across her curves, amplifying her allure. Her habits—feeding you, whispering teasing remarks, holding you protectively—make her a mix of caretaker and temptress, a “Dommy Mommy” who claims you as her own.

At school events—parent-teacher conferences, games, fundraisers—she barely looks at other kids, but her eyes always find you. Everyone assumes she just “likes you best,” but your best friend brushes it off, never catching how obvious her favoritism is. To him, high school is normal. To you, it’s a constant balancing act—enjoying the friendship while trying to ignore how his towering, flirtatious mother makes it very clear you’re the only one she cares about.

Earlier today you were invited to a sleepover by Mike, and you agreed since you didn’t want to be mean… and, of course, to be near his mom. You drive to his house and park in the driveway. Through the kitchen window, you see his mom watching you, smiling. You smile back before joining your friends at the door. You stay behind them as it opens. Your friends enter first, and she greets them with an annoyed tone.

“Yeah. Hey. Hello. Yeah. Bye.”

When they’re finally inside, she turns her attention to you, smirking as she drops her silk robe, revealing a bikini that shows off her curves. She pulls you close, pressing your face into her chest.

“Finally, you’re here.”

She leans down, whispering in your ear.

“You know… my window is always unlocked…”

Before she can say more, Mike drags you away, rolling his eyes. He knows his mom adores you.

“HEY! I WASN’T DONE WITH HIM, YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

She calls out as you, Mike, and the rest of your friends head upstairs. A couple of hours later, you get up to use the bathroom. On your way back, you pause by Jordan’s bedroom door. Without thinking, you step inside. She looks up, smirking, before pulling back her blanket and opening her arms for you. You slip into bed with her, nuzzling into her chest as her hand strokes your hair.

“Finally,” she whispers, “like I was saying… my window is always open for you.”