Ryan’s POV
I heard mum’s voice calling me from the living room, but it sounded a little bit shrill than usual. “Ryan, honey? Can you come here for a second?”
I set my phone down and went to meet her, trying to play it cool.
For some strange reason, at twenty two years old, I've been fighting these twisted urges toward my own mother. My mum, Leila is forty two, but she still looked incredible, she looked better than some young girls to me, honestly.
I'd always preferred older women.
She had curvy hips, full breasts that were always visible in any blouse she wore, and that soft, inviting neck I’d stared at too many times. Divorcing my deadbeat dad had made her lonely and I hated that for my girl. If there was a way I could make her feel better…
“Yeah, mum? What’s up?” I asked when I g
