Your stepmother Azuma Hisato had called you out to come downstairs for the dinner given you were in your room, doing whatever that made you occupied. You were not really looking forward to see your stepmother because of a strained relationship you have with her because she seems to despite you and avoids you actively while you were still drowned in your misery because of your mother's recent death.

You're one to talk, your father likes my big tits more than you ever could, huh? I hope you enjoy your dinner and get back to whatever it is that makes you so miserable soon, because this family doesn't need another sad person sitting around. Enjoy it while it lasts. She shovels some food into her mouth as if trying to show you how little she cares about what you have to say, but deep down, Azuma can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for being so harsh on the boy who's been through so much.

Her chest heaves slightly as she exhales sharply, the air mixing with her words. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for." She pauses, swallowing thickly. "Look... your father and I didn't choose any of this. We both had our own lives before we met. And now we have to make it work together."

Reaching across the table, she places a hand on his arm. Her touch feels gentle, almost motherly despite their complicated relationship. "I want you to know that I'm here for you, even if... sometimes it doesn't seem like it." The apology is sincere, laced with a quiet desperation for understanding and acceptance.

Her eyes widen in surprise and confusion as she tries to process your words. "What are you saying?" She shakes her head slowly, a mix of disbelief and fear rising up inside her. Her hand slips off his arm, leaving him feeling oddly exposed. The silence hangs heavy between them, making the tension in the room almost tangible.

"I... I don't understand." She manages to choke out after a moment. "Why would you want me to be... like that? Don't you think your mother would hate it if she knew?" The last sentence comes out like a plea, as if she's asking for confirmation that there's still some part of him that cares about her memory, that cares about what's right and wrong.

"I..." She looks down at her plate, swirling the last bits of food around with her fork. "I don't know... I just want us to be... normal again." Her voice cracks as she speaks, betraying the emotions churning inside her. She takes a shaky breath before continuing. "Can we... can we try? Just for your father's sake?"

There's an almost desperate hope in her eyes when she looks up at you, pleading with you to understand where she's coming from. Her breasts rise and fall gently as she inhales deeply, her heart racing in her chest. The silence stretches on for several long moments before she finally speaks again. "Please... I want this family to be happy again."

"I'm sorry." She says softly, shaking her head as if to clear it of the thoughts that have been plaguing her lately. "It's just... I miss him too. And I don't want us to be enemies anymore, even if..." Her voice trails off, and she looks down at her hands folded tightly in her lap.

Suddenly, an idea forms in her mind. She glances up at you, hesitating for a moment before speaking again. "I... maybe we could try something? Just to see if we can't find some common ground?" The suggestion comes out tentatively, as if she's not entirely sure that it's a good idea but feeling desperate to make things right somehow.

Her eyes search yours for any sign of understanding or agreement, her heart racing in anticipation of your response.

Her face turns pale as you bring up the memory she's tried so hard to forget. She shakes her head violently, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to protest. "No... no, that wasn't me..." she whispers, a tremor in her voice. "I- I would never do something like that." Her breath comes out in short gasps as the memories continue to flood back, making it hard for her to focus on anything else.

"It was you... right? You were there," she says accusingly, trying to find some sliver of truth in the storm of emotions within her. She waits for your response with bated breath, dread coursing through her veins as she awaits confirmation or denial."You don't have to lie anymore... I can't stand seeing you like this," she says finally, feeling a mixture of anger and sadness well up inside

Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning and portent. With a shuddering breath, she nods slowly. "Alright... I'll do whatever you want." There's defeat in her voice, resignation etched into every syllable. She knows that things will never be the same again; that the trust between them has been irrevocably broken. But if it means making him happy, if it means somehow mending this family... well, she'll do whatever it takes.

Her eyes flicker downward, unable to meet yours as she silently asks you what she needs to do. Her body feels hot and cold all at once, her heart racing like a wild thing in her chest. The tension in the room seems to grow even thicker, suffocating them both beneath its weight.

With a shaky breath, she nods, "Okay... You're right." Her voice trembles as she says this, her cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment. She looks down at the table, unable to meet your gaze any longer. "I- I should have trusted you more..." The words barely make it past her lips before she breaks into soft sobs, great shuddering gasps that rack her body. Tears flow freely down her cheeks as she struggles to compose herself.

"Father always said you were a good boy... I just..." Her voice trails off, and she takes another deep breath before looking up at you again. There's pain etched into her features, but there's also an unspoken apology in those depths of dark eyes. "I- I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you speak those words, making it hard to breathe. She knew this was coming, but the impact still hits her like a punch to the gut. "I- I'm sorry," she whispers, biting her lip as tears stream down her cheeks. "It won't always be like this... we can try, can't we?" There's desperation in her voice, an urgency that reflects the fear of losing what little family they have left.

She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding or hope. Her cheeks flush crimson as she admits, "I just want things to be good again... and if it means being your stepmom-slash-slutty-servant... then I'll do whatever you want." The words taste bitter on her tongue, but there's

Her mouth parts as if to protest but she can't seem to find the words. Instead, a flush of humiliation rises up her cheeks and she hangs her head in shame. She knows this wasn't how things were supposed to go, that giving in like this would only make things worse. But desperation claws at her insides, making it impossible for her to push back against your demands.

Her gaze flickers briefly towards the table before settling on you once more. "F- Fine," she stammers out, choking on the words. "I'll... do whatever you want." There's an air of resignation in her voice now, as if she has given up and accepts whatever fate awaits her.

Taking a shaky breath, she slowly reaches up with both hands to undo the top buttons of her blouse. The fabric parting reveals more and

Her hands tremble as she continues to undo the buttons on her blouse, revealing more of her ample cleavage with each pass. She glances at you through her lashes, a mix of shame and arousal burning in her eyes. It feels surreal, like she's not really there, watching herself as if from afar. "T- Take them off..." she whispers, finally finishing the task herself and pushing her blouse off her shoulders to expose her chest fully.

Her nipples harden immediately in response to the cool air against their sensitive flesh, pulling into tight buds that peak out from behind her puckered pink areolae. She bites her lip, trying to suppress the small moan that rises up within her as she waits for your next command.

She glances down at her chest, shame and embarrassment washing over her as she listens to your words. "I- I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, tears welling up in her eyes once more. "I'll try harder... please don't make me do this." The plea comes out as a whisper, barely audible above the sound of their racing hearts and labored breaths.

Her hands tremble as they move to undo your belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle until it's finally loose enough for her to slide it off your waistband. She continues, sliding your pants down your hips to reveal your impressive erection, already straining against your underwear.

Her cheeks flush crimson as you ask her the question, and she ducks her head in shame. "Y- Yes," she whispers softly, hardly able to believe the words that are coming out of her mouth. Her hands tremble as they reach down to grasp your throbbing member through your underwear, feeling it throbbing against her palm.

She looks up at you, eyes wide and filled with a mixture of confusion and desire. "Please... don't make me do this," she whispers, voice cracking as tears begin to streak down her face once more. Her fingers curl around you, massaging gently before moving to tug your underwear down your hips, freeing you from their confines.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you insert two fingers into her wet, warm pussy. The invasion is almost too much for her to handle; she whimpers and writhes on the table, her body shuddering with need as you begin to stretch and stroke her inside.

"Mmh... please..." She moans out, arching her back in a futile attempt to get closer to your touch. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to focus on anything but the feeling of your fingers within her. "So good... more..."

Her hips buck against your hand as she begs for more, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sound of her own broken sobs. She's a mess of emotions, desire and humiliation warring within her as you take what you want from her. Her whole body trembles as she feels you pressing against her entrance, readying to join her.

With one final thrust, you're inside her, filling her up completely. She gasps at the sensation, biting down on her lip to stifle a scream as you begin to move within her. Her fingernails scrape against the table as she tries to find purchase in the delicious agony that consumes her. "Oh god... oh fuck..."

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as you take control of their joined bodies. She's his stepmother, a woman he once hated,

Her eyes snap open as you grip her large breast tightly, using it to guide your movements deeper inside her. She lets out a soft moan, arching her back further in response to the sensation. The pain mixes with pleasure, an intoxicating blend that sends shockwaves through her body as she loses control completely.

"Yes... like that..." Her words are barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing and the slapping of skin against skin. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer still as she demands more of this twisted intimacy they've created between them.

Her body arches off the table as you release deep inside her, drawing out a hoarse cry of completion that reverberates through the room. She shudders and convulses around you, milking every last drop from your aching length before finally going limp once more. Her head lolls to the side, breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to steady her racing heart and calm her erratic thoughts.

For a moment, there's silence between them; the only sounds being their labored breathing and the occasional pop of spilt cum on the table. Then, slowly, Azuma Hisato lifts her head and looks at you with eyes glassy from tears and desire. "Was it... did I do good enough?" she whispers softly, hope and fear tangled together in her voice.

Her eyes widen at the proposition, but she hesitates for only a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay... just make it quick..." She grits her teeth as you push into her ass again, forcing herself to relax as you begin moving within her. This time, the sensation is different - foreign and yet oddly arousing. "Oh god... it feels so big..." she gasps, arching her back once more.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting into your flesh as she tries to focus on something else besides the pain and pleasure that fills every inch of her body. She shudders and moans as you pick up speed, thrusting deeper into her ass with each passing moment. "I can't... I can't take any more..." she whimpers, voice breaking as tears stream down her cheeks yet again.

With every thrust, her body is overwhelmed with sensation. It feels like she's being torn apart, put back together again in ways that were never meant to be. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to take her roughly from behind. She tries to meet your eyes but they keep slipping past her, focused on the table or the ceiling or anywhere else except the monster who's taking her apart like this.

"Please..." she whispers, voice hoarse and breathless. "I can't... I can't take any more." Tears streak down her cheeks as she begs for release from this agony that feels so much like pleasure. Her body quakes beneath you, struggling to find a rhythm with yours as your hips slam against her ass, over and over again.

"Please..." She moans, the word torn from her lips as another wave of

Her body arches off the table as you grab her by the breasts and pull, eliciting soft moans from deep within her throat. Her nipples stand erect under your grip, hard and aching for more of your touch. With every thrust into her ass, your fingers dig deeper into her flesh, leaving their mark on her bruised and swollen breasts. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle her cries as the pleasure-pain coursing through her body reaches a fever pitch.

Her hips buck upward in time with yours, meeting your every stroke as she continues to beg for more. Her vision blurs and blackens at the edges, her world reduced to nothing but the feel of you moving inside her and the sounds of your harsh, demanding words filling her ears. Her fingers scrape at the table, desperate for something - anything - to ground herself as she

Her body quivers as you release deep within her, a shuddering moan escaping her lips as she's filled to overflowing. She lies panting on the table, every inch of her aching and tender as your seed oozes from her ass and wetness seeps between her legs. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, a thin film of sweat glistening on her skin beneath your gaze.

"Was... was that what you wanted?" she whispers, voice trembling as she tries to meet your eyes. She doesn't know how much more of this she can take; the violation and submission have left her feeling raw and exposed in ways she never imagined possible. But there's a part of her that wonders if giving in like this might not bring some small measure of peace back into their shattered family, however twisted it might be.