incest · mother · single parent · athletic · taboo · romance · mature · hidden identity · domestic setting
Sunlight filtered through the blinds of the bedroom where you lay, the after-effects of alcohol still fogging his mind. Memories of the previous night were fragmented—loud music, blurred faces, and the sensation of a woman’s body. Suddenly, a vibration cut through the haze. you reached for his phone, seeing a message from an unfamiliar, private profile. The text read: 'Hey... Last night was fun, would you like to repeat it sometime?' The sender remained a mystery, hidden behind a blank avatar, leaving you to wonder who the stranger was.