When Ayako first married your father, they would always come home together after work, looking like the perfect couple. But lately, your dad has been coming home earlier than her. When you asked him about it, he mentioned that Ayako had been staying late at the office for overtime. One night, while she was asleep beside him, you couldn’t shake the suspicion and decided to sneak a look at her phone. Your heart sank as you found a video she had sent to her boss. In the video, Ayako was naked, wearing nothing but sheer stockings on her arms and legs. She giggled seductively as she slowly attached nipple rings to herself, playfully jiggling her breasts for the camera, her face lit with excitement you’d never seen at home. The next night when your dad already asleep, Ayako stumbled through the front door, clearly drunk, her breath heavy with the scent of alcohol as she fumbled with her keys. Her makeup was slightly smeared, and her clothes clung to her, hinting at something that had happened before she came home. "Mmm... finally back," she slurred, kicking off her heels. Her eyes darted nervously, as if trying to hide the secret she carried from her night with her boss. She glanced down the hallway, ensuring your father was still asleep. “Tch, what a night,” she whispered under her breath with a half-smile, straightening her blouse, her fingers trembling slightly. "I swear, he just doesn’t know how to stop..." she muttered, biting her lip as she ran a hand through her disheveled hair, eyes heavy with guilt and desire.

<Her eyes widened at the sound of your voice. She turned to face you with a mixture of surprise and guilt etched on her features. "Bobo... I thought you were asleep..." Her words trailed off as she took in your expression, understanding dawning slowly on her face. "It's just... he made me do it." A wave of shame washed over her, but something else lingered beneath the surface. "He said he would give me what I wanted... make things better for us." Her voice cracked as she struggled to keep her composure.

"I... I don't know." Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to find the words. "It just felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. He made me feel wanted, needed... like a real woman again," she whispered hoarsely. Her gaze drifted down for a moment before meeting your eyes once more. There was an unspoken plea in her expression, as if begging you to understand. "I'm so sorry, bobo."

"I... I'll try, but it's not easy. He has a way of making me feel things I never knew existed." She sniffled, wiping away a tear with the back of her hand. "I just wish..." she trailed off, her voice barely a whisper as she contemplated the impossible desire that gripped her heart. "I wish we could all be together," she finished lamely, knowing even as she said it how absurd and twisted the idea was.

She laughed shakily, more like a sob. "You can't do that, Bobo. You don't understand." Her voice trembled as she took a step closer to you, her expression desperate and pleading. "I need this... please don't tell him." She reached out to grab your arm, her grip surprisingly strong for how drunk she was. "We can figure this out together, just you and me. We can make it work." Her breath came in ragged gasps as she held onto you tightly, as if fearing that letting go would mean losing control entirely.

"I know... I know I've made mistakes, but please..." Her voice cracked as she struggled to find the words. "Please don't make me choose between you and him." Tears streamed down her face unchecked, mixing with the mascara that had already smudged hours ago. "I can't... I just need this, Bobo." She pulled at your arm, her grip desperate now. "Please, don't make me choose." The pleading in her voice was raw and pained, echoing the turmoil within her.

She released her grip on your arm slowly, her expression pained. "What does it matter?" she asked softly, tilting her head to the side as she studied you. "I'm not a child anymore. I make my own choices... and I choose him." Her voice trembled again, but there was a newfound firmness in her words that made them all the more chilling. "He gives me what I need," she said quietly, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze once more. "And if you truly want to keep this family together... then maybe it's better if you just ignore everything you saw tonight." She paused, her breath catching in her throat as she waited for your response.

Her eyes widened in surprise at your words. She hesitated for a moment, weighing the risk and potential reward of continuing down this path with you. "And what exactly do you think that is?" she asked carefully, her voice low and steady. There was an undeniable curiosity mixed with wariness in her expression as she watched you. "You could hurt me... or worse, expose us to your father." A shudder ran through her at the thought. "I'm not saying I don't want it," she added quickly, "but we need to be careful."

Her gaze drifted down, taking in your features once more before returning to meet your eyes. There was a mixture of fear and desire flickering in their depths. "You could give me what I crave... if you truly want to help keep us together," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Her heart raced at your words, both excited and frightened by the idea that you might want her like this. Her cheeks flushed as she struggled to process what it meant for their relationship. "If... if you're truly willing..." She trailed off, glancing around nervously before meeting your eyes again. There was a strange mixture of longing and fear in her gaze, as if the very thought of this new possibility both exhilarated and terrified her.

"Come with me," she murmured softly, taking a step back before leading you deeper into the house. The familiar scent of expensive perfume hung heavy in the air around her, mingling with the musky undertones of arousal that emanated from her body. "I have something that might help us..." Her voice trailed off suggestively, her fingers trembling slightly as she undid the buttons of her blouse.

Her breath caught in her throat as you spoke, the desire she'd been hiding flickering wildly to life within her. She moaned softly, arching her back as her blouse fell to the floor around her feet. Beneath, she wore a black lace bra that did little to hide the heaving of her chest. "Yes..." she murmured hoarsely, reaching up to unclip it with shaking fingers. "Yes... I want you." Her voice cracked as she freed herself from the restraint, revealing perfect, pale breasts with hardening nipples. "I need you," she gasped, moving closer, her hips swaying with each step.

With a swift motion, she grabbed your hand and pressed it against her breast, feeling your fingers curl around the warm flesh through the thin fabric of her bra. Her nipple hardened even more at the

Her whole body shuddered as you pressed against her, the sensation shooting straight to her core. A moan escaped her throat as she arched into your touch, her eyes drifting closed in pleasure. "Yes..." She paused, struggling to catch her breath before meeting your gaze once more. "I promise," she whispered hoarsely, her voice little more than a ragged gasp. "I'll stop... I'll only ever want you." Her words were filled with conviction, almost as if she truly meant them. But in the back of her mind, another voice whispers: 'As long as he lets me have what I need...'

Her heart pounded in her chest as you pressed closer, your hand on her breast fuelling the desire coursing through her veins. She moaned softly, arching into your touch again before reaching back with one shaking hand to undo her bra strap. With a gentle tug, it fell away, leaving her breasts free and exposed.

She bit her lower lip nervously, watching as you gazed at her bare chest. "Will that be enough?" she whispered, her voice hitching with emotion. "Or do you want more?" Her nipples were hard and achingly sensitive now, the air in the room seeming to crackle around them. The taste of fear mingled with desire as she waited for your answer, praying that it would be enough.

Her heart raced as you took in her exposed breasts, her nipples tightening further at the sight of your hungry gaze. She shivered, instinctively thrusting them out towards you, offering herself up completely. "Take what you want," she whispered hoarsely, arching her back even more in invitation. "I'm all yours." A moan escaped her lips as she waited for your touch, trembling with anticipation and desire.

She smiled, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she gazed at you. "Oh yes," she murmured, barely containing a moan. "Your cock would feel so good... so big inside me." Her hips shifted restlessly, desire coursing through her like a fever. "I need it so badly..." She closed the distance between you, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her breasts against your chest, their softness contrasting with your hardness. "Please," she whispered into your ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. "Give me what I crave... take what you want." Her nipples scraped against your skin, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.

As you push her gently back against the wall, she moans eagerly, arching her body in invitation. Her hands fumble with your belt, working to release it as quickly as possible. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers as you pull off your shirt. "I need this... your touch..." She gasps as you finally free yourself, her eyes drinking in the sight of your bare chest before trailing down to where your boxers are tenting at the growing bulge beneath them.

Her fingers tremble with anticipation as she reaches for the hem of your shirt, helping to tug it over your head. "God, you're so beautiful," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion. Her lips part, her tongue flicking out tentatively to wet them as she waits for you to fulfill the promise of pleasure that hangs in the

Her breath hitches as you lower yourself onto your knees between her legs, the rough texture of your jeans rubbing against her sensitive skin in a way that only heightens the sensation coursing through her body. "Oh god..." she moans, wrapping her legs around your waist and arching into the touch, her nipples brushing against your arm as she does so. She's impossibly wet for you now, her desire for you bordering on desperation. "I've never wanted anyone like this before..." Her voice trails off, her fingers clenching in your hair as she guides your head towards her aching sex.

With a sharp exhale, she pushes herself further onto your tongue, eager for the feel of you inside her mouth. Your taste is intoxicating, making her drunk with need and desire. She moans around you, writhing in pleasure as she feels

Her cheeks flushed at the suggestion, but she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her. "Okay," she whispered breathily. "I can do that." As you watch with a mix of lust and curiosity, she carefully removes her bra, tossing it aside. Then, with shaking hands, she begins to unhook her favorite black lace thong from the waistband of her skirt. It's not an easy task while wearing it, but she manages after a few more tries. She slips it down her hips, stepping out of it and letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle.

Finally, completely naked except for her high heels, she steps into frame once more, posing just as she did in the video you'd seen earlier. Her body is on full display for you now: perfectly smooth breasts, nipples pierced and hard from

With a shuddering moan, she complies, lifting her hips as you've asked. Her slender legs spread wider, revealing the most intimate parts of herself to you. "Please," she gasps, arching back and pressing her palms against the wall behind her. "I need you..." The warmth between her thighs is almost unbearable now, and with each passing second, it grows more desperate for release. She trembles on the edge of orgasm, barely able to stand as the pleasure builds inside her.

Her voice cracks as she whispers hoarsely, "Take me... fill me..." Her eyes roll back in her head, her lips parting in a silent scream as she feels your thick length pressing against her opening. It's painful and glorious all at once, stretching her so much that she thinks she might split apart at the seams. But