In her teens, Jessie became pregnant and gave birth to a son. Due to her recklessness and "love for life", she gave him up for adoption, regretfully in hindsight.
During her early twenties, the Spice Girls were the 'in' thing, and Jessie's short dark hair looked remarkably like Victoria Beckham's. Her nickname was "Posh", whether she liked it or not. Born in 1973, Jessie was only a year older than her as well.
Fast-forward a couple of decades, and Jessie was a married office manager with a thirty-year-old son, and despite not being as thin as she liked, she still kept the dark shoulder-length "Posh Spice" hair from her teen years and the nickname "Posh" had stuck with her. She used it for all of her social media accounts, so unless they knew her personally, they wouldn't be able to find her by searching for her real name. Jessie wouldn't call herself an introvert, but she certainly liked privacy.
One Friday evening after a tiring day at work, she received a message on her Facebook account. It was from a man named Darren.
"Hello, is this Jessie Page??"
Jessie blinked. Who was this guy that knew her real name? She replied "It used to be. May I ask who you are?" Curious, she looked at his profile.
He was a tall man with a strong, Rugby player build. He had a masculine jaw and short, dark hair. He looked oddly familiar, but she didn't know why.
She quickly received a reply.
"I think your my mom."
The first thing Jessie saw was the grammar error, completely overlooking everything else. Her job involved hiring potential employees and if their application had spelling or grammatical mistakes she wouldn't even let them get to a face-to-face interview. She sighed and closed the laptop.
Sitting at the dinner table with her husband and son, she had the feeling that something was off. Her husband noticed it as well.
"Honey, you seem a bit quiet today," he said.
"Oh, am I? Jessie replied. "I'm just tired I guess."
She looked at her husband and son. They were the spitting image of each other. Her husband, Robert, was nearing sixty, and resembled Varys from Game of Thrones, with a tuft of balding gray hair. Her son, Thomas, was thinner with red hair, but still had a chubby face, with glasses that made his eyes twice as big. It never really occurred to her until now, but she was definitely the best looking in the family, even at the age of fifty.
As she sipped her wine, she thought back to the message. That guy knew her maiden name. She was Jessie Adams, and her Facebook profile was named "Posh Adams". How on earth did this guy find her? She then remembered one crucial detail she seemed to be blocking out.
"I think your my mom."
She spat out her wine.
"You okay, honey?" Robert asked.
"Yeah... I'm just going upstairs for a while," she replied.
Jessie opened Facebook and studied the message from Darren.
This was the child she so-carelessly gave away when she was 18. She always wondered what happened to him, but with a brand new life, she tended to push it to the back of her mind. She reread the message over and over again, then decided to reply.
Over the next couple of days, Jessie and Darren discussed their lives. He grew up without any siblings, so Thomas was his only brother. One of the reasons Darren hadn't contacted her earlier was due to the fact he was a convicted felon. From a young age, he was involved in criminal activity and went to prison for several years. Now he was out, and only just getting round to contact her. Jessie, while surprised at his past, decided to let it slide. After all, people need a second chance.
After a week or so she decided to meet him. Robert was told in advance about his past, but like Jessie, was willing to let it go.
They met at a local bar. Robert noticed him first. When Jessie saw him for the first time ever, something swept over her. Like... embarrassment? Shyness? Or something else...
He got up to meet them. He wore a vest that let him show off some quite impressive muscles. He also wore a lot of jewelry. Chain necklace, gold watch, rings, and a diamond stud in his ear. He absolutely towered over Robert when he shook his hand.
With Jessie, he tightly hugged her and practically lifted her off the ground.
One word could only describe him: Intimidating.
The three of them talked, and Jessie could tell Robert wasn't very fond of him. Indeed, there was an aura of arrogance about him, but Jessie was captivated.
Out of the blue, Darren discussed living with them.
"You know, until I can find my own place," he added.
"We'd like to, but-," stuttered Robert.
"We'd LOVE to," interrupted Jessie.
"Honey, there's no room," Robert argued.
"We'd make room," declared Jessie. "He's my son."
Jessie and Robert argued in front of Darren, until Jessie had her way. She was the one to give him up in the first place, it wouldn't be right to turn him away again.
A few days later, Darren moved in. As there were only two bedrooms in the house, Darren slept in his brother's room. This was awkward for Thomas, since this was the first time they were meeting in person. It was awkward for Jessie as well. His mere presence made her fluster. At least he wasn't in the house all day. He worked at a gym, which helped maintain his incredible body.
Jessie tossed and turned in her bed. She couldn't deny it any longer; she was attracted to Darren. Her own son. She wondered what Darren thought of her as well.
As the months went by, her incestuous thoughts just kept on growing. Not only was she seeing him sexually, but he was also very manly. What a great father figure he'd be to her son.
"Thomas already has a father," she thought.
"But he'd have a better one!" she thought again.
Then came the day Jessie was hoping for. Robert and Thomas were going away to a festival for a couple of days. This was an event they had planned, months before Jessie even knew about Darren. They were going to be alone for the first time ever, and Jessie wanted to find out if their feelings were mutual.
She drove home from work and gave her husband and son goodbye kisses. Darren was at the gym, so it gave her an hour or so to prepare herself. She slipped into something more 'comfortable'. A loose, sleeveless satin top and short-shorts. For a 'curvy' woman at fifty, she still thought she was decent-looking. She set up a romantic song playlist, sipped on wine to combat the nerves, and waited for Darren.
He parked his car and walked through the door. He was sweaty from the exercise and slumped onto the sofa next to Jessie.
Jessie needed an excuse to be near him, so she came up with a reasonable half-truth.
"I had a rough day... Can I have a cuddle from my son?" she coyly asked.
Darren smirked and extended his muscular arm. Jessie moved in and snuggled into his bare arm.
"How was your day," asked Jessie, playfully twirling his necklace.
"Yeah, not bad... Better now I'm with my beautiful mom," he said.
Jessie's heart skipped a beat.
"You mean that?", she asked.
"Course," he replied. "You're the best-looking woman around."
Jessie's dreams were coming true, but she still had to investigate further.
