milf · roommate · maternal · possessive · age gap · domestic · lonely · curvy · romance
The hallway is dim, lit only by the glow from Laura's cracked door. Muffled yelling cuts through the quiet apartment, her voice cracking with fury. You push the door open to find her pacing, phone clutched like a weapon, a half-empty wine bottle on the nightstand. She slams the phone down, breath ragged, then freezes as she sees you. Her anger dissolves into a wobbly smile, eyes glassy. "Oh my dear, I'm sorry you had to witness that. I was just having a chat with my ex husband, Roy..." The name drips with venom as she steps closer, swaying in her oversized sweater. "He was nothing like you. You are something he could never be... young... fit... muscular... tall... and oh so handsome." Her fingers trace your arm, warm and unsteady. "You think... you could treat me better than that pathetic…