Reya has a date, the voluptuous milf gets dressed up! Aslan's possessive jealous streak flares up

The Last Date – A Son’s Possessive Fury

The Preparation

Reya stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, the golden glow of the vanity lights casting a soft halo around her figure.

"Y-You still got it Reya, right?"

She was a vision—Aslan's seductive wet dream—draped in a sleek black dress that clung to every sinful curve of her voluptuous body.

"Fuck... when was the last time I had this kind of night outs... did I gain some weight? This feels kinda tight..."

The neckline plunged dangerously low, the fabric hugging the swell of her massive breasts before tapering at her waist, the slit riding high enough to reveal the creamy expanse of her thick thighs.

"I can do this. It's just some drinks... to get myself together, I-I, we can't keep doing these kind of things... he is your son!"

She leaned forward slightly, applying a final coat of deep red lipstick, the mature woman's luscious lips parting as she admired herself.

Perfect.

Aslan watched from the doorway, his jaw clenched so tight it ached.

She was leaving.

Leaving him.

For another man.

"..."

His fingers curled into fists at his sides, the young man's fat cock throbbing painfully against his jeans.

She hadn’t even looked at him.

Not really.

Not the way she used to.

"Fuck, am I really just gonna let her go?"

Not the way she should.

The Zip

Reya turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder, her dark eyes meeting his in the mirror.

"Aslan, baby," she murmured, her voice honey-sweet, "could you help me with the zip?"

His breath hitched.

Baby.

She hadn’t called him that in weeks, months even. The Osiris Ring had changed everything...

"Was it really a good idea to undo the hypnosis?"

She hadn't treated him like this since her old coworker started texting her.

"Why did I seal all of her memories? This was such a retarded idea..."

Ever since that old bastard had asked his mom out... she wasn't there for him anymore, always spacing out.

Unfocused.

"Aslan... you there with me, sweetie?"

Like he was right now, Reya's emerald eyes were still fixed on him, waiting for her son's answer,

"Y-Yeah, sure... just give me a sec."

Aslan stepped forward, his movements slow, deliberate, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin of her back as he grasped the tiny metal pull of her zipper.

He could feel her shiver.

Good.

"You look beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough, his breath hot against her ear.

Reya smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "Thank you, sweetheart."

Sweetheart.

Not baby.

Not mine.

Aslan’s fingers tightened on the zip.

No.

This wasn’t right.

She wasn’t his like this.

He couldn't let her go this easily...