Ethan

Three weeks had crawled by since that forbidden night in the tent, and the memory of Laura’s tight, welcoming heat still haunted me every single day.

I tried to bury it by throwing myself into workouts, late-night drives, even forced myself to go on a couple of awkward dates but nothing worked.

My adoptive mother, the woman who had taken me in at ten years old and raised me through every awkward phase, had become an obsession I couldn’t shake.

Every time she walked through the house in her soft lounge clothes, hips swaying, full breasts pressing against thin fabric, my cock would twitch and my mind would spiral...