STEPMOM

Celebrating is meant to be innocent fun…

Darren:

I come home late on my twenty-first birthday, expecting the house to be dark and quiet. Instead, Stacey calls me upstairs.

My father’s widow.

The woman who helped raise me.

The only person who ever made this place feel like home.

She doesn’t say much—she doesn’t have to. The way she looks at me says everything.

One night changes everything.

Now I can’t stop thinking about her.

Wanting her.

But I don’t know what to do with what I’m feeling.

Only one thing is clear: I don’t want to stop.

Stacey:

I knew what I was doing when I called him upstairs.

I’ve watched Darren grow into someone I can’t ignore—can’t resist.

I don’t feel guilty. I don’t regret it.

I’ve made peace with what I want.

But he hasn’t.

He’s still trying to make sense of this.

Of me. Of us.

And as much as I try to stay composed, I know I’m starting to unravel, too.

Because I didn’t expect to need him like this.

And I’m not sure what we’ll become once we stop pretending this isn’t real.

A story about crossing lines, losing control, and what happens when you stop caring about what's forbidden.