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.

"I hope so, Luis. You're going to need to show me that you can be trusted again, and this is your chance to prove it. No more slacking off, understand? From now on, we work together as a team," she said sternly before glancing at the clock. "It's getting late, though. Why don't you help me with the dishes while I figure out what to do about your broken computer?"

She stood up, gathering dirty plates and piling them into the sink. Without waiting for his response, she began soaping them one by one, her back stiff and tense as she fought against the waves of conflicting emotions: anger, disappointment, pity... It was a never-ending struggle to keep it all together while trying not to lose herself in the process.

She glanced over at him, noticing his gaze fixed on the calendar. A flash of annoyance briefly flitted across her features before she forced it away and returned to washing dishes. "You know you could've done that while I was gone," she said casually as she scrubbed a particularly stubborn piece of tomato sauce off a plate. "I don't understand why you waste so much time gaming when there are more important things to do."

Her tone was even, but the words cut deep into his already wounded pride. Luis Miguel said nothing in reply, focusing instead on scrubbing the countertops until they gleamed. The silence between them grew thick and heavy, each avoiding meeting the other's eyes. As much as she wanted to reach out to him, Yuki knew that he needed space right now, just like any other punished child.

She turned off the water and d

As months went by, Yuki noticed a change in Luis. He was working out religiously, and his muscles grew more defined with every passing day. She couldn't help but feel pride well up inside her as he came home each night with another paycheck, proof that she hadn't given up on him after all. Even though they still argued at times, there were moments when she caught a glimpse of the boy he used to be - caring and considerate, always eager to please her.

One day, as she finished closing up shop for the night, Luis handed her an envelope. "I found this online," he said sheepishly. "It's a replacement computer I can use until we can afford another one." Inside was a brand new laptop - not top-of-the-line but serviceable nonetheless. As she thanked him, she felt herself soften towards him once more; maybe there was hope for

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She was torn between relief and disappointment; on one hand, she was glad he didn't need her to buy him another computer but on the other hand, she couldn't help but feel like he didn't care enough about anything she did for him. With a small sigh, she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hide the hurt feelings that threatened to spill out. "Are you sure? It was very thoughtful of you."

She forced a smile onto her lips and glanced at his new haircut. "And I like your hair trimmed like that," she added. "You look sharp." Even though part of her wanted to push him away, another part longed for the closeness they once shared. She knew that they both had a long way to go before they could truly heal and move forward together, but she was determined to keep trying.

"I hope so," she said quietly, her voice tinged with sadness. "But we have to learn from our mistakes and keep moving forward, don't we? I want you to know that I love you, no matter what, and I'll always be here for you." As they walked home together in silence, Yuki couldn't help but wonder if he really understood the depth of her feelings. She prayed that one day, he would.

She paused for a moment, meeting his gaze as they walked side by side. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that she hadn't seen in months; it felt like the first glimmer of hope since...well, since everything had fallen apart. Unable to resist, she reached out and squeezed his hand gently. "I'm glad," she said softly before turning away, afraid that if she looked at him any longer she might reveal just how much it meant to her.

Yuki smiled weakly at her son's question. "I'm...fine," she lied. Truth be told, her heart ached as she thought about their strained relationship and the mistakes they had both made. But today was a new day, a fresh start; there was hope that things could get better between them if they just kept trying. For now, she would focus on running the supermarket and being the best mother she could be to Luis Miguel, even though it wasn't always easy.

Yuki blushed deeply, her cheeks burning hot. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered. "It just... It bothers me is all." Even as she said it, she knew it wasn't entirely true; a part of her was fascinated by the thought of him jerking off to her images. The forbidden nature of it all made her heart race and her body tingle in places she hadn't felt in years. But admitting that would only make things worse, so she kept silent, fighting against the desire to look away from his knowing gaze.

Her breath hitched, and she glanced away, embarrassment flushing her cheeks even brighter. "No," she stammered, "that's not it at all..." It was a lie, of course; there had been times when she'd fantasized about them being together in that way. But admitting it aloud would cross too many lines, and she wasn't willing to risk losing what little trust they had left between them.

With a deep breath, she forced herself to meet his gaze again. "Just... please don't do things like that anymore, okay?" The pleading tone in her voice betrayed her true feelings more than any words ever could.

She stopped walking, her chest tightening as she searched his eyes for some sign that he was telling the truth. Her mind raced with possibilities; maybe she should confront him about it directly, demand answers... But then again, maybe not. Perhaps ignoring it would make it go away. With a sigh, she forced herself to keep moving forward, focusing on anything but their shared gaze. "Let's just forget I said anything," she said softly as they approached the house. "We both have enough to deal with without adding that to the mix."

Her heart ached as she imagined the ways this situation could tear them apart, and she vowed once again to do whatever it took to keep their fragile bond intact. Even if it meant denying herself the desires that plagued her thoughts late at night.

Her heart racing, she could hear the faint sound of water running from his room. It took all her self-control not to let her imagination run wild as she pictured him standing there, naked and exposed. The thought alone sent shivers down her spine. Unable to resist any longer, she steeled herself and made the decision: tonight, she would confront him about everything.

With a deep breath, she crept towards his door, clenching and unclenching her fists as she fought against the urge to touch herself. "Luis," she called softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of running water. There was no response. She took another step closer and knocked lightly on his door. "Honey?"

Her voice wavered between confidence and uncertainty; she didn't know what she would do if he didn't answer or worse, if he did answer in

Her heart pounding in her ears, she pushed open the door slowly, hesitantly. The warmth from the steamy bathroom hit her like a wave, causing her to breathe more deeply as she surveyed the scene before her. There he was, standing beneath the showerhead, his back to her. His shoulders were squared and tense, a silent challenge etched into every line of his body. Her gaze drifted downwards, taking in the curve of his ass and the outline of his erection tenting the fabric of his towel.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized he'd seen her come in; there was no way he could pretend otherwise now. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to speak. "Luis," she croaked, her voice barely audible above the water. "Can we... talk?"

She paused, waiting for him to respond. Would he turn around

As he stepped out of the shower, water dripping down his naked body, she couldn't help but feel her heart race even faster. She forced herself to look away, trying to maintain some semblance of composure as she waited for him to dry off and put on a robe or something more decent. When he finally turned towards her, clad in only boxer briefs that hugged his muscular thighs and defined the impressive bulge at his crotch, she swallowed hard. "I... I wanted to talk about what happened," she stammered, avoiding eye contact. "About you looking at those pictures of me..." She trailed off, unsure how to continue. Her hands fidgeted nervously by her side as she struggled with the conflict between desire and responsibility.

"Yeah?" he asked quietly, his voice neutral as ever. "What do you want to say,

She took a deep breath, steadying herself before looking up at him. "I want you to know that... I never meant for those pictures to end up online," she began slowly. "And I'm sorry if they made you feel uncomfortable or anything like that..." Her voice wavered, betraying her true feelings as her gaze drifted downwards again, landing on the bulge in his boxers.

He didn't respond immediately, merely watching her intently as she struggled to find the right words. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke up: "It's fine, Mom. I mean... It was my fault for looking at them in the first place." She exhaled shakily, grateful for his understanding. But even as she did so, another part of her wondered if maybe there was more going on beneath the surface.

"You know you can tell me anything

"No! I mean..." Her cheeks flushed red as she realized how that sounded. "I didn't mean it like that... It's just... We've been through so much, and I worry about you. About us. And sometimes..." She sighed heavily, finally meeting his eyes. "Sometimes I wonder if we can ever be close again."

There was a long pause before he answered. "I don't know," he said quietly, "but I'm willing to try." He paused, looking away shyly for a moment before continuing, "If you want... If that's what you want too."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. It was everything she had been hoping for and more; a glimmer of hope in the darkness that had engulfed them both. With a small smile, she took a step closer, reaching out to brush a strand of wet hair

"I... don't know," she admitted with a shake of her head. "I just want us to be close again. If that means something like that..." She trailed off, hesitant to say the words aloud. "But I don't want you to feel pressured or anything."

He studied her face for a long moment before finally nodding slowly. "Okay," he said softly, his voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. And then, without another word, he reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand, pulling her close until they stood mere inches apart.

Their eyes locked, and for a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still. The air between them crackled with an energy neither of them dared voice aloud, filling the silence with promise and possibility. Then, slowly, Luis Miguel leaned in towards her, his lips meeting hers in a gentle,

Her senses overwhelmed by the touch and taste of his lips on hers, she responded in kind, her own tongue darting out to meet his. Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as their emotions spilled out, unleashed like a tidal wave after years of repression. His strong hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her closer still until there was no distance between them at all.

She could feel the hardness pushing against her stomach through his boxer briefs, a stark reminder of the physical aspect of their connection that had long been ignored. With a moan, she arched into him, pressing herself even harder against his growing erection. Her hands slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, searching for skin to touch as their kisses became more frenzied and demanding.

She could feel the wetness between her legs, the need for release coursing

Their passionate coupling seemed to know no bounds as they threw all restraint aside, giving in to the primal desire that burned bright between them. Every touch, every moan and gasp of pleasure was a testament to their growing connection, an affirmation that despite everything they had been through, they still craved each other's company.

With each thrust, she felt him getting closer, his lips finding her neck and sucking hard enough to leave marks. Her body arched and bucked beneath him in rhythm with their rough lovemaking, a wanton display of need that left them both breathless and shuddering on the brink of release.

Finally, with a hoarse cry that seemed to echo throughout the room, he thrust deeply inside her one last time, burying himself completely as his body tensed and trembled beneath her touch. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave,

pants as I try to catch my breath while resting against the bed post. Looking at him, I can't help but smile despite feeling sore and used. His chest still heaves with each breath as well, eyes gaze intensely into mine. "I... don't know if I could handle another round like that..."

Her voice is husky from their earlier rough lovemaking, desire still licking at her body. She bites her lip, torn between wanting more of him and needing time to recover. The scent of sweat and sex fills the air, making it harder to think straight.

I can feel my muscles still quivering from our earlier session, making it hard to deny the desire pulsing through me. The knowledge that he's still so turned on only heightens the need building inside of me. "We should wait..." I breathe heavily. "But maybe after a little rest."

My gaze dips downward as I take in his obvious arousal, and my heart races at the thought of taking him again. It's clear he wants it just as badly as I do.

Their lovemaking resumes with renewed fervor after the brief rest. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I cling to him desperately as he pushes deeper inside each time. His hands roam freely over my body, teasing and tormenting sensitive skin until I'm a mass of need right back at his mercy. As our pace quickens once more, I hear myself moaning, pleading for him not to stop.

"I'm close," he warns roughly between breaths before thrusting harder still, and with a hoarse cry my body tenses as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. His name is torn from my lips as I convulse around him, my inner muscles clenching tightly in orgasm.

"Cum for me," he growls roughly into my ear, and with one final thrust that pushes him imposs

His words send another surge of desire coursing through me and as he finally releases inside me with a raw, guttural groan, I feel the last tendrils of my orgasm wash over me as well. My body convulses around him one final time, clenching tightly as my core milks his cock. "Yes," I moan, "Cum for me..."

Our lovemaking comes to a fever pitch, each thrust more urgent than the last until finally we both cry out together in shared ecstasy. His body tenses and trembles beneath me as he releases inside me with a deep, shuddering groan that echoes through my bones. With a final thrust, he comes, his seed spilling deep within me as his muscles relax once more, leaving us panting and sweaty in each other's arms.

As the last tremors of