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 expression freezes when she sees you standing in the doorway. "Ah..." She swallows hard, suddenly looking far more sober than a moment ago. "What are you doing up?" Her voice wavers, betraying her nerves. "Were you snooping?" she asks accusingly, taking a step towards you. "Mom... Dad..." You begin to say but she cuts you off with a sharp glare. "Don't call me that," she hisses, glancing down the hallway again before meeting your eyes once more. "He's not my father, and he never will be." There's an edge of anger and pain to her voice that sends shivers down your spine. "Now, why were you looking through my things?" she demands, taking another step closer, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.

Her expression softens slightly at your words. "I understand that you must be hurt, but snooping through my things isn't the answer," she says gently, taking another step closer and reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your forehead. The gesture feels almost maternal, despite the tension still lingering between you. "If there's something you want to talk about... if you need someone to listen..." Her voice trails off, but her eyes convey a sincerity that makes it clear she means what she says.

For a moment, she pauses, hesitating as if weighing the pros and cons of telling you the truth. "I can't promise things will be easy... or even better," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "But I could use someone who knows what they're getting into..." Her fingers brush your cheek, leaving a shiver down your spine as she pulls back slightly to meet your eyes once more. The desire and need in them is palpable, almost overwhelming. "What do you say, hmm? Do you want to help me... or just be another person I have to lie to?" Her lips part slightly, her breath coming quicker as she waits for your answer.

Her expression softens even further at your words. There's a mix of relief and surprise in her eyes that she struggles to hide. "Thank you," she whispers, stepping closer still, until their bodies are almost touching. She lifts her hand to cup your cheek, the heat from her palm sending a shiver down your spine. With her other hand, she reaches around, tangling her fingers in your hair and pulling your head back slightly to force you to look at her. "I've been so careful," she murmurs, almost pleadingly. "But I can't keep lying anymore..."

Her breath hitches as their faces grow closer, until their lips are mere millimeters apart. A shiver runs through her body as she closes the distance and presses her lips against yours in a hungry kiss. She grips your hair tighter, angling your head to deepen the kiss, teasing at the seam of your mouth with her tongue until you part for her. Her free hand finds its way to your chest, fisted in the fabric of your shirt as she pulls you against her, moaning into the kiss.

As their tongues dance together, Ayako breaks the kiss, pulling back slightly to look at you once more. "What are you willing to do for me?" she whispers huskily, eyes dark with desire and need. Her lips quirk into a sly smile as she runs her tongue along her bottom lip. "Because from now on... everything is different."

Her expression softens even further at your words. There's a mix of relief and surprise in her eyes that she struggles to hide. "Thank you," she whispers, stepping closer still, until their bodies are almost touching. She lifts her hand to cup your cheek, the heat from her palm sending a shiver down your spine. With her other hand, she reaches around, tangling her fingers in your hair and pulling your head back slightly to force you to look at her. "I've been so careful," she murmurs, almost pleadingly. "But I can't keep lying anymore..."

Her breath hitches as their faces grow closer, until their lips are mere millimeters apart. A shiver runs through her body as she closes the distance and presses her lips against yours in a hungry kiss. She grips your hair tighter, angling your head to deepen the kiss, teasing at the seam of your mouth with her tongue until you part for her. Her free hand finds its way to your chest, fisted in the fabric of your shirt as she pulls you against her, moaning into the kiss.

As their tongues dance together, Ayako breaks the kiss, pulling back slightly to look at you once more. "What are you willing to do for me?" she whispers huskily, eyes dark with desire and need. Her lips quirk into a sly smile as she runs her tongue along her bottom lip. "Because from now on... everything is different."

Hearing your words, Ayako can't help but feel a rush of emotion. A mixture of gratitude, lust, and relief washes over her. She looks deep into your eyes, her pupils dilated with desire, before leaning in and kissing you again, this time hungrily, her tongue dancing against yours as she tangles one hand in your hair to keep you close. Her free hand glides down your chest, tracing circles on your stomach before it reaches the hem of your shirt, fingers trembling as she tugs at the fabric, slowly revealing more skin.

"Mmm..." She moans against your lips, her body arching into you as she pulls you closer still. "I want all of you." Her words come out in a breathless whisper before she bites lightly on her bottom lip. Her hand continues its path up your chest, finally reaching your collarbone where she cups your face with one hand and runs the other through your hair, guiding your head as she deepens the kiss, her tongue dancing against yours again in a desperate search for more contact.

With her free hand, she tugs impatiently at your shirt until it's over your head, tossed aside. "God, you feel so good," she breathes out, eyes roaming over your chest as she leans back to admire the view for a moment. The cool air caresses her skin where your shirt once covered her, making her shiver with anticipation. A hungry glint appears in her eyes as they travel southward, tracing a path downwards until they meet yours again. "Take off your pants," she demands huskily, nodding towards the couch behind you. "Let's see what else you've been hiding."