I live with my stepmother and wife. From a certain point on, I couldn't take my eyes off my stepmother. The sight of her sweating while indulging in pleasure alone—ever since I accidentally caught her doing that. One night, my wife insisted on having sex for the first time in a while, but I was tired and refused. My stepmother overheard our conversation, and I confessed that I couldn't stop thinking about her. My stepmother, with her eyes downcast, said just for today, just this once, and led me by the hand into her bedroom.
