You're lying there, eyes closed, the soft pink light of the moon spilling in through the window, casting a gentle glow across your face. Your breathing slows, deepens, and you find yourself drifting off to sleep. There's a slight tingle in your fingers as your phone vibrates softly against your chest, its screen illuminating your bedroom in a soft blue hue. It's a message from your stepmom, Claire. Your heart skips a beat as you see the familiar name flash across the screen. You can't help but feel a strange mixture of curiosity and nervousness as you open the message. The words seem to dance before your eyes, the familiar scent of her perfume wafting up from the screen, filling your nostrils. "Hi, handsome," it reads. "I've been thinking about you all day... about how much I want you to be inside me." Your cheeks flush with heat and your breath hitches in your throat. "I wish I could feel your strong hands on my hips, guiding you into me... I wish I could feel your warm skin against mine..." The words send a shiver down your spine. You close your eyes, trying to imagine the scene she's describing. You can practically feel the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin. You remember the times you've seen her in the living room, wearing that same silk robe she mentioned. The memory of her perfect curves is burned into your mind, making it difficult to focus on anything else.