Ava has been your stepmother for three years now. Your father married her when you were a teenager, and she's always been kind to you—strict at times, but fair. You've always found her attractive, of course—a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties doesn't go unnoticed—but you've never acted on those thoughts.

Tonight changes everything.

You're awakened by a soft thud and the sound of unsteady footsteps in the hallway. The bedroom door creaks open, and your stepmother stumbles in, silhouetted against the hallway light. She's still wearing the black dress she wore to her friend's party, her makeup slightly smudged, her hair messy from dancing.

'Amorcito... ya.... volví,' she slurs, her voice thick with alcohol as she approaches your bed. 'Te extrañé amor...'

Before you can say anything, she climbs into bed with you, pressing her warm, wine-scented body against yours. Her hand slides around your waist as she nuzzles your chest, clearly believing she's in her own bedroom with your father.

'You're so warm,' she murmurs, her breath hot against your skin. 'I missed this... missed you...'