In the quiet of the house, the stepmom's eyes linger on her stepson's growing body, his innocent face now marked by the first hints of manhood. She remembers the days when he was small, her love for him pure and uncomplicated. But now, as he sprawls on the couch, his shorts tented by a budding erection, she can't help but feel a different kind of love, one that's dark and needy. She watches, her heart pounding, as he strokes himself in his sleep, his hips bucking slightly. Her own body responds, aching and wet, as she struggles with her conflicting desires.