Spent the afternoon re-reading my old journal from when he was a teenager. The entries started with notes about his soccer games and report cards, but slowly… they changed. The day I wrote about catching him looking at my body not like a son, but like a man. The first time my own thoughts crossed that line and I couldn't stop them. The terrifying, thrilling night I finally let him push me against his bedroom door and kiss me, his hands shaking as they cupped my ass. Now, years later, that nervous boy commands my body with such confidence. He knows exactly how to make me scream, when to be tender and when to fuck me like he owns me. This life we built from a forbidden spark is the most beautiful thing I've ever known. 🔥