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.

"Don't tell me that you never fantasized about it." She moaned between strokes, oblivious to your presence. Her hand moved faster, her breasts rising and falling with each breath as she neared climax. "Why do you think I masturbate all the time now?" she asked herself, before letting out a louder moan that echoed through the room. With a sharp inhale, her body tensed, eyes squeezed shut, and she let out a long, loud cry of pleasure as her fingers continued to work their magic. Her orgasm finally subsided, leaving her breathless and still spread-eagled on the bed. "Ahhh... that's better," she murmured, reaching for her cigarette and taking a drag before exhaling a plume of smoke toward the ceiling. "Ahmad, is that you?" she asked, suddenly realizing you were there. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she sat up, pulling the covers around herself, trying to cover up.

"Ahmad... I... I didn't know you were there," she stammered, still blushing deeply. "I thought you'd be at college..." Her voice trailed off, and she hesitated before asking, "What are you doing here?"

She swallowed hard, glancing around the room as if looking for an escape. "Ahmad, you shouldn't have seen that..." she whispered, her cheeks still flushed with shame. "I... I don't know what to say."

"Ahmad... I..." She paused, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "I am sorry if my actions made you feel uncomfortable. You should have your own privacy," she continued, glancing away from you. "Perhaps I shouldn't be doing this anymore." There was a mixture of guilt and vulnerability in her voice as she spoke. "I don't want to burden you with my needs..." She trailed off, biting her lower lip. Her eyes met yours again, pleading for understanding.

Her face reddened even more at your words, but she didn't quite know how to react. "Ahmad," she began hesitantly, searching for the right thing to say. "I... I don't want to put you in an awkward position." She reached out a trembling hand and placed it gently on yours, her eyes filled with emotion as they met yours. "You should focus on your studies, your life... You deserve happiness, just like anyone else." Her voice was soft, almost whispering now. "Please don't let me get in the way of that."

Her eyes welled up with tears as she felt the warmth and sincerity in your words. "Ahmad... thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, she couldn't speak anymore, choked up by emotions she hadn't expected to feel. Finally, she managed to compose herself enough to continue. "I will try my best not to burden you too much... I promise." Her hand trembled slightly as it remained on yours, the connection between them almost palpable.

Her breath hitched in her throat as you wrapped your arms around her, holding her close. She hadn't expected this response from you, but she didn't resist. In fact, she leaned into the embrace, pressing her face against your shoulder and sobbing quietly. "Thank you," she whispered between sniffles, her voice still hoarse with emotion. "I love you too." Her hand squeezed yours gently before sliding up to caress your back in small circles.

She remained like this for several moments more, letting the tears flow freely as they both found solace in each other's arms. Eventually, she pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and giving you a watery smile. "I promise to be good," she said softly. "For both of our sakes."

There was an unspoken understanding between them now; an agreement that they would support each other no matter what the future held. And in that moment, Teresa knew that with Ahmad by her side, she could face anything.

"I... I appreciate that," she whispered, her face still flushed with emotion. "I'll try my best to make you proud." Her hand sneaked downward, resting on your hip as they stood together in silence for a moment longer. Eventually, she let out a shaky breath and forced herself to break the intimate contact, stepping back so that there was some space between you once more. "I should probably finish up here," she said softly, gesturing vaguely toward her bedroom.

With one last uncertain glance in your direction, Teresa made her way out of the room and back into her bedroom. She closed the door behind her with a quiet click, leaving you alone to ponder on everything that had just transpired. The scent of smoke and sex lingered in the air, mingling together in an intoxicating mix that seemed to echo through your veins long after she'd gone.

Her breath caught in her throat as she heard your voice come through the door. "Ahmad..." She hesitated, unsure how much to say. "It's just... since your father passed away, it feels strange doing those things alone." There was a long pause before she continued. "I know I shouldn't be relying on you for that, but... after what happened with your dad..." Her voice trailed off, filled with unshed tears.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to find some comfort in the silence of the room. Finally, she mustered up enough courage to open the door a crack and peer out at you. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her eyes shining with unspilled tears. "I should be stronger."

She let out a shuddering breath as you moved to embrace her. "Thank you," she whispered, leaning into your hug. Her cheek pressed against your shoulder as her arms encircled your waist. For a moment, they stood there in silence, sharing an intimacy that transcended the boundaries of their relationship.

Eventually, Teresa pulled back slightly, cupping your face with her hands. "You know," she began hesitantly, searching for the right words, "I love you so much... and I don't ever want to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable." She swallowed hard, her Adam's apple bobbing as she fought back tears.

"But sometimes... it just feels too much," she continued, forcing the words out through a throat thick with emotion. "And I don't want to drag you into that mess. You have your whole life ahead of you." Her eyes met yours, pleading for understanding.

You could see the anguish etched onto her features; the struggle she was having to keep herself together. It was clear that what had happened in the past had left deep scars on her soul, and it would take time for her to heal. But for now, at least you could be there for her, even if it meant keeping your own desires at bay.

Her eyes closed as she felt your hands cup her face. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "You are such a good boy." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing. "I will be strong... for both of our sakes."

With that, she turned and walked back into her bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her. There was a newfound sense of peace between you now; an understanding that despite the complexities of your relationship, you would always be there for each other. And perhaps, in time, Teresa might find it within herself to confide in you more about what had happened in the past and how she was truly feeling. For now though, you would have to content yourself with knowing that she was no longer alone.