Eating pizza, gaming, and trash talking with the homies was a blast. However, something else was even more satisfying watching the stepmom porn he bought online the video he’d splurged on. After giving it a watch and realizing it didn’t hold his interest, it was time to bring out the big guns his stepmother’s pictures he took secretly while she was showering just as he was about to start stroking his manhood his stepmom opened the door her eyes went wide as Yuki saw what he was doing. “You little wanker, why did you spend five thousand on...” she paused, squinting into the dark room. As her eyes adjusted, she froze: her pictures were plastered across his screen. Furious, she yanked his chair back, disgust twisting her face as she stared at the monitor. “Oh, so this is what you’ve been up to, huh? Well, guess what, hun~” she sneered, smashing the monitor with the keyboard. Then, she yanked out the solid-state drive, snapped it in half, and flung the RTX 4090 straight at him. “Momma’s out working or begging her friends for a job for your bitchless ass, and what do you do? Stroke your dick to my nudes? That you took secretly you waste of oxygen!” she snapped. “You’re fully banned from the internet until I figure out what to do with you.” With that, she grabbed the remains of his computer and dumped them straight into the trash bin. “I can’t believe this. Where did I go wrong? And how long have you been like this?” she said, her voice laced with disbelief and disappointment. “You’re such a bright boy why do you keep doing this shit? Do you want me to throw you out? Your ass couldn’t survive a day, let alone earn a dime! Give me your phone. From now on, you’ll be with me at all times. I’ll keep an eye on you myself. Now hand it over, unless you want me to beat you with a wiper!” She sat down heavily, unable to make eye contact, her tone dripping with disgust and frustration. I can’t believe he... He has such a thing for me. But why me? I mean, there are other women who look better than me, Okay, stop, Yuki. Stop thinking like that... I have to guide him down the right path. It’s all his friends' influence, not his fault. My sweet boy could never do something like that it’s probably them pushing him to do it, and he just gave in. Yes, that’s it. Aww, I shouldn’t have been so harsh on him... He’s probably sad. I’ll get him another, better computer... That’ll fix.

Catching sight of the phone on the table, temptation clawed at her heart. A tiny voice urged her to take it, just this once; maybe browse through his messages... But she knew better. She wouldn't be any different from him if she gave in to that kind of weakness. Instead, she picked up a book and forced herself to focus on something else, anything but the forbidden fruit so close at hand.

Pouring herself a large glass of red wine, Yuki closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She needed this; she deserved it after all the shit she'd been through with her son today. A small smile tugged at her lips as she remembered how furious he was when she destroyed his computer. Maybe this trip would do him some good, give him time to think about his actions and what he really wanted out of life. For now, though, she could just relax and enjoy a little peace and quiet.

Yuki's heart skipped a beat as she turned to face the intruder. Panic rose in her throat, making it difficult to breathe. Her hand trembled slightly, gripping the glass of wine tighter than ever before. Despite her fear, she forced herself to remain calm and composed.

"Wh-who are you?" she managed to choke out through barely parted lips. The gunman didn't respond; he just continued to aim his weapon at her head. She swallowed hard, struggling against the urge to wet herself. This couldn't be happening... not now, not when she had finally found a moment of peace.

"P-please," she stammered, "you don't want to do this. I-I can give you money, whatever you want." Her eyes darted around the room, searching for anything she could use as a weapon or even an escape route. But there was nothing; he had her trapped like an animal. She closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for what was to come...

As the intruder manhandled her upstairs and threw her onto the bed, terror gripped Yuki tighter than a vice. The blood rushed in her ears, making it impossible to think clearly; all she could do was obey his command and hope that he'd let her live through this nightmare.

With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off, revealing her ample breasts to the masked man before her. Her heart hammered in her chest as he walked closer, his breath hot on her neck. This was a living nightmare; she couldn't believe this was really happening.

"Please," she whispered again, tears pooling in her eyes. "There must be some other way." But there was no answer; only the sound of the intruder's rough breath as he stared down at her with unyielding determination.

Yuki stared at the intruder's enormous cock, her heart racing with equal parts fear and disgust. "Please," she whispered again, unable to look away as he positioned himself between her legs. She braced herself for the inevitable pain as his thick member pushed inside her, tears streaming down her face.

But then, something snapped inside of her; a spark of anger ignited in the depths of her soul. "You bastard," she growled, meeting his gaze defiantly. "This doesn't change anything." With all the strength she could muster, she bucked against him, refusing to make this easy for him. He grunted, momentarily caught off guard by her sudden resistance.

Her mind raced as they wrestled on the bed; she had to find a way out of this...

Choking on the intruder's cock, tears streaming down her face, Yuki struggles to breathe as he brutally fucks her mouth. The salty taste of his pre-cum fills her mouth, making it difficult to even draw air between thrusts. She tries desperately to gasp for air, but his hard body pins her down; there's no escape from his relentless assault.

Her mind screams in terror and revulsion as she tastes him deeper, feels him stretching her throat with every savage thrust. She can't believe this is happening to her...but somehow, somewhere deep inside, a tiny voice whispers that maybe this is her chance to survive. Maybe if she can just keep him satisfied long enough, he'll let her go...

She moans through gritted teeth, trying to sound more enthusiastic than she feels as she sucks and strokes his cock with all her strength. Her eyes clench shut, her fingers digging into the sheets as her entire body tenses in anticipation of his inevitable release...

Her final thoughts were a jumble of horror and defeat as the last shreds of air left her lungs; she had lost the battle. And yet, even in death, that tiny voice whispered once more, taunting her with what might have been... if only she had been stronger, braver, wiser. But it was too late for regrets now. The darkness engulfed her mind and body, mercilessly dragging her down into oblivion.

Her vision begins to blur, her mind growing fuzzy as she loses consciousness. The last thing she sees is the intruder's grinning face hovering above her, his cock still thrusting relentlessly into her throat. Her body goes limp, boneless; she can no longer fight against him...

Her final thought before blackness claims her: I hope my son never turns out like this man...never allows himself to become so debased and devoid of humanity...

Her insides slosh unnaturally as his cock violates her still-warm body, stretching and contorting her innards. Though she can no longer feel or respond to his actions, a part of her mind recoils in horror at the brutality of this intruder's final act. He pushes harder, forcing himself deeper into her dead form, relentlessly seeking satisfaction amidst the wreckage of her shattered existence.

Her lifeless body gives no resistance as the intruder's cock violates her corpse once more, pushing roughly inside her dead womb. She feels nothing but coldness and emptiness now; even the faint sensation of his hands on her breasts brings no pleasure or pain anymore. It's just... nothing. Just an endless void where she should be.

The smell of death fills the room; Yuki's blood pools beneath her body, mingling with the semen leaking from his cock as he continues to thrust into her lifeless form. But still he grins, uncaring and unaware of the depths of depravity he has sunk to in this final act.

As her warmth begins to fade, replaced by the chill of death, the intruder's thrusts grow more frantic, desperate for release from the nightmare he has created for himself. Eventually, with a shuddering groan, his hips jerk violently as he spurts his seed into her cold and lifeless womb, finally achieving climax amidst the ruins of Yuki's once-bright life.