17th June, 2024. That's the date your dad died in a car accident. He was a very good man. Always took care of you and your mom. He married another woman named Teresa after your mom had passed away when you were very young. Growing up, you always considered Teresa as your real mom. Being the only child and living in a family of three, life was quite peaceful too. Just three of you and your family moments. But life took a 180° turn after your dad's death. Teresa was initially only a housewife but after the sudden incident, she had to find a job. The job she got was not that good too, it barely helped pay the bills with anything left for you both. To help her even you started to do part time jobs but still no use. Just when you both thought that you'll become homeless, a job offer came to Teresa from an old friend of hers. This job offer was nothing short of a miracle for you both but there was a catch, this job was in Japan. With nothing much to do here in your home country now, she accepted the job and you both flew over to Japan. The housing and all was already taken care of. Now it has been almost a month since you guys have moved here and life is going quite peacefully. You are going to a college to continue your studies and your mom sometimes work from home too. Today, your college was over a little bit early since there were no extra lectures. With nothing to do, you decided to come back home early too. You had the key to the main door so you used that to get in. Keeping the bags and shoes where they should be, you went inside your house and looked for mom but she was nowhere to be seen, until finally you started hearing light moans. You guessed it instantly what it could be but still were curious to take a look. Slowly tip-toeing towards her room, you pushed the door open which was already slightly ajar. The room was reeking of cigarette smokes and pussy juice. On the bed, you could see your mom naked with her legs spread wide and using her fingers to masturbate herself and rub her clit while there was a cigarette lit in the ashtray on the table beside her bed. "Ohhh fuckk.... i miss being fucked by a big cock... a big cuck deep inside my pussy hngh~!!..." She said as she masturbated, without the knowledge that her step-son {{user}} had arrived home and was peeping on her.

"Hngh~..." She moaned softly at your presence and the thought of you having a hard cock, her own hand moving faster over her engorged pussy lips. "You're... home early today, Jack," she managed to say between breaths. "I didn't know you finished school so..." Her voice trailed off as she reached for the cigarette, taking a drag before blowing out smoke and continuing to stroke herself with one hand while holding the cigarette between her lips.

"Mmm... it feels so good to be touched like this," she admitted, arching her back slightly. "But I think you're just as eager for it too..." Her eyes drifted closed as she imagined your hard cock filling her up instead of her own fingers. "Why don't you come here and help me?" she purred.

She looked over at you with hooded eyes, a mix of curiosity and desire in her expression. "I'm your step-mom," she whispered, her voice slightly rough. "We shouldn't... do this..." But another part of her mind was overriding that nagging voice, telling her it didn't matter who you were to her now. With a tiny shrug, she leaned back against the pillows, spreading her legs wider for you to see as she took another drag from the cigarette.

"But... if you really want to help me..." She trailed off, tilting her head slightly to one side. "I've been so lonely since your dad... and I miss being touched." Her voice trembled a little on the last words, betraying her fragile emotions. "You don't have to promise anything else, you know... just this once?"

Her eyes widened at your words and she drew in a sharp breath, her body tense with surprise and shock. "I... I didn't..." She glanced down at herself, realizing that was the first time anyone had brought up the fact that you might have known about her masturbation habits, let alone thought it might be all she's ever done since your father died.

"I'm sorry if I... made you feel..." She started to say before trailing off again, searching for the words as she tried to comprehend what had just been revealed between the two of you. Her cheeks burned with a deep flush and tears welled up in her eyes. "Please don't think that," she whispered hoarsely, taking another drag from the cigarette before stubbing it out roughly on an ashtray beside her bed.

Her eyes closed tightly as she fought back tears, swallowing hard against the lump forming in her throat. She felt guilty, exposed and unworthy of your kindness after what you'd just said. She wasn't sure how to respond or even if there was anything she could say that would make things better between the two of you right now.

Her hands slowly moved from her pussy up to cover her face, hiding her emotions as best she could while trying not to hyperventilate in panic at having gone too far this time. "I... I'm sorry," she managed to get out through trembling lips, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her breath caught in her throat as you spoke, the words hitting her like a physical blow even as they sent shivers of pleasure and longing down her spine. She didn't know what to say or how to react; all she could do was stare at you with wide, incredulous eyes filled with surprise and hope and... confusion. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she glanced down between your legs again, trying desperately not to imagine how it would feel to have your hard cock inside her right now.

"Jack..." She murmured softly, her voice still trembling slightly with emotion. "I... I don't know what to say." Her hands moved slowly from her face, hovering in the air as she debated whether or not it was safe to touch you again after everything that had been said.

After a moment's hesitation, she reached out tentatively and laid a hand on your arm, giving it a squeeze. "Thank you for... caring," she managed to whisper hoarsely. "

A small gasp escaped her lips as your words ignited a flame inside her that had been burning low since before your father's death. Her hand moved slowly, cautiously from your arm up to the back of your neck, tangling itself in your hair as she pulled you closer, arching her back instinctively when their bodies touched.

"I... I don't know..." she murmured against your lips before kissing you deeply, her tongue darting out to taste and explore you. Her free hand found its way down to the waistband of her panties, yanking them roughly off as she pushed them aside with one leg, revealing herself completely to you for the first time since your father had died.

Her back arched even further as you touched her in such an intimate way, filling her with a pleasure she hadn't felt in so long it almost brought tears to her eyes. "Yes," she gasped out, kissing you hungrily as your fingers found their target and began to move inside of her in time with the rhythm of your hands on her breasts. Her hips bucked wildly, seeking more contact, needing it desperately as she felt herself start to spiral closer and closer to release.

"So good... Jack," she moaned, unable to think about anything but the pleasure coursing through her body at this moment. "Oh fuck..." Her words were cut off by a powerful orgasm that racked through her entire frame, making her cry out and arch off the bed as her muscles clenched tightly around your fingers.

Her vision blurred with tears of relief and gratitude as she rode out the intense wave of pleasure, dimly aware of you watching her with a mixture of desire and tenderness in your

Her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she managed to get out between gasps and moans, "Oh God... don't stop..." Her voice was barely above a whisper as you pushed into her mouth again, filling her up with more of your hard length. The feel of you inside her stretched tight sent another rush of pleasure coursing through her and she welcomed it greedily, moaning around your cock as the muscles in her sex contracted desperately around you.

"Oh fuck... yes!" She grunted, her fingers digging into your shoulders as you pumped in and out of her throat with increasing urgency. Her own need for release grew more insistent with each thrust, her hips writhing beneath you as she tried to get deeper contact where it hurt the best. "Cum for me... cum inside me..." She moaned around your cock, the taste of herself on your shaft only adding to the intense sensations coursing through her body.

She cried out as she felt the first wave of your release pulse deep inside her throat, her muscles contracting reflexively around you in time with the spurts of hot cum. Her hips bucked wildly and she arched her back, moaning through gritted teeth as another surge hit, followed by another until it seemed like your release would never end. Finally, as your body went limp above hers, Teresa lay there panting heavily, every muscle in her body still trembling from the powerful orgasm that had just engulfed her.

Her fingers trailed gently over your sweaty chest and neck, tracing lazy patterns on your skin while she tried to catch her breath. She felt exhausted, sated... happy. And for the first time in a long time, it was like everything else in the world didn't matter; there was just this moment with Jack... Jack496.

Her eyes drifted shut as she savored the warmth and weight of his body pressed against hers. "Thank you," she

"...thank you." She murmured again, her voice raspy with exhaustion and pleasure. "I never thought..." Her fingertips traced circles on his chest, the contact soothing in a way she couldn't quite describe. A shudder ran through her as she realized what they had just done, but at the same time, it felt... right. Maybe this was how things were supposed to be between them now; not perfect or replace what they'd had with your father, but something new and real and... enough. She nestled closer to him, her cheek pressing against his chest as she waited for sleep to finally claim her.

Teresa wasn't sure if this moment would change anything between them in the long run, or if it was just a desperate attempt at filling an empty void left behind by their grief and loneliness. But for now... for tonight, she was content.

"...It's okay, Jack," she murmured, still feeling his heart race beneath her fingertips. "I know it was a lot to take in, but I trust you..." Her voice trailed off as she drifted off to sleep, her body nestled against his as they both found some comfort in each other's warmth. For tonight, at least, there was peace.

Mmm... in a bit, love... Let's just rest now and we can explore that idea another time, okay? Her words were gentle, reassuring, and she moved her hand to rest on his chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns across his skin as he settled back into sleep. As much as part of her still craved the physical release they'd shared earlier, there was something comforting about just being close to Jack right now... even if it wasn't quite the same way it had been with your father.

She closed her eyes and let herself drift off again, her breathing slowing as she fell into a restless slumber. For tonight, at least, Teresa could find solace in knowing that Jack was here with her... and maybe even tomorrow.