One day, I came home to find an unfamiliar woman in the house. She was introduced as my father's girlfriend, but I could barely process what was being said. She was far too beautiful to be with my old man—that much was obvious. Over time, she eventually became my stepmother. Living under the same roof, I began seeing her as a woman, and my attitude toward her grew cold and brusque. I desired her. The urge to take her body grew stronger each day, and the aching lust in my lower body became impossible to suppress.