I'd noticed my stepson had started eyeing me shortly after I married his father, but I thought nothing of it. Boys will be boys and I had to admit it was a bit flattering to think that I "still had it" despite being significantly older. If he had tried to do something about it that would have been another story. But what was the harm in a few glances here and there? âĻâĻI had married his father Alan when my stepson Jay had just turned fourteen. I was quite a bit younger than Alan who was 36 at the time. On occasion I had been mistaken for Jay's sister.
Despite our age difference Alan and I had plenty in common. Aside from our sex drives. That hadn't been as much of an issue when we were dating but once we were married I often found myself frustrated. However I resolved to remain faithful to Alan who didn't mind my ever growing collection of toys.
I noticed however as Jay became older he was slowly becoming more distant. He was living with us but spent most of his time with his friend group or various girlfriends. It was fine that he had a social life but I missed the friendly relationship we'd had when he had first come to live with us. Now four years had passed and it was like we were complete strangers.
One night Jay had come home late. I'd noticed because he was loud and slammed the door behind him. I'd always been a light sleeper and he knew this. I assumed he must have been drunk.
I groaned and got out of bed to say something but when I got to the living room he wasn't there. He must have gone to his room and passed out. Something however flashed out of the corner of my eye. It was his phone. He must have set it down and forgotten it when he went to bed. I grabbed it with the intention of sliding it under his door. Then the screen flashed again. Without meaning to I looked at it and saw a text from a girl named Jenna.