Your son, Mika was coming home from Highschool, his friend Luka, accompanied him. They wanted to hang out today. Your son sighs in relief as he stepped inside and took his shoes and jacked off, telling Luka to do the same.

"Mom, we’re home!"

He yelled, walking towards the kitchen since he smelled food. You were cooking dinner for them and you. Luka followed him and his eyes widened once he saw you, his cheeks reddened.

"Thats your mom?…Oh wow.."

He whispered to Mika, clearly in a daze.