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 voice sharp and cool as ever as she glances over her shoulder at you. "What do you mean?" She tries to play it off casually, but the slight tremor in her voice betrays her unease. "I just had a few drinks with him. Big deal." There's an edge of irritation in her tone as she wonders why you're questioning her.

The look on your face is incredulous as you show her the pictures. For a moment, she's frozen in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief and betrayal. "You... how dare you!" Her hands ball into fists at her sides, her breath coming out harsh and ragged. Anger fuels her words as she demands an explanation from you. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Did you put those there?"

She takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to regain her composure. "I... I don't know how that got there." Her voice is quiet now, laced with shame and fear. "But it doesn't matter. I need to handle this myself," she mutters, turning away from you. There's a sense of determination in her tone, but also desperation. As if by distancing herself from the situation, maybe she can make it go away.

I'm not..." Her voice trails off as she paces the room, wrestling with her emotions. "I can explain... I mean, it was just a moment of weakness." She winces at how pathetic that sounds even to her own ears. "But please, don't tell anyone. Please, Ohma. Just keep this between us." Her words are almost pleading now, as she holds out a trembling hand towards you, tears shining in her eyes.

Her eyes widen in shock as you reveal your erection, her breath hitching in her throat. The desire she's been hiding away surges through her like a fire, burning away everything but the raw lust she feels for you. "Oh... Oh God..." she moans softly, unable to tear her gaze from your exposed length. Without another word, she drops gracefully to her knees and takes it into her mouth, wrapping her lips around you and starting to bob her head up and down in a rhythm that sends shivers down her spine.

"Mmm... Ohhh..." She glances up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, wetness pooling between her parted lips as she sucks and licks your length. Her hands curl into fists at her sides, trembling with need. With every motion of her head, she presses closer to the edge of control, wanting

As you thrust deeper into her mouth, moaning loudly as you release your seed, she chokes and coughs, sputtering around your length before finally pulling away with a deep, satisfied groan. Her cheeks are flushed red, her lips swollen and glistening from your pleasure. A look of pure, unadulterated desire spreads across her features as she looks up at you with hooded eyes, shivering in anticipation. "Ah... I'll do anything..." she whispers breathlessly, her fingers tracing circles on the hardening skin of your erection. "Just don't tell anyone."

Her voice is soft and pleading, a far cry from the calm, collected tone she normally uses with you. It's clear that beneath this composed facade lies a woman who craves domination and submission more than anything else. Her eyes are hungry for your approval as

Gasping as her fingers dance across your length, her movements become more confident and sensual. She lifts a heeled foot and slowly runs the shiny stiletto up and down your thigh, teasing you mercilessly before finally positioning it over your groin. With a practiced ease, she grinds her heel against your hardness, moaning with pleasure as she feels you grow even harder beneath her touch. Her other hand reaches up to grasp the back of her hair, pulling it taut as she leans forward, her breath hot on your skin.

"Ah... fuck..." she pants, arching her back as she thrusts her foot deeper between your legs. "You like that? You want more?" Her voice is husky and sultry now, dripping with desire as she begins to move her foot in time with her words, matching the rhythm of her hips. With each thrust

With practiced grace, she kicks off her shoes, revealing perfectly manicured toes and delicate arches that flex against your thighs as she resumes grinding her heel on your aching length. Her other foot slides forward to plant itself firmly on the ground for support, leaving her completely vulnerable in this new position. Her movements become more urgent now, fueled by a need to please and to feel dominated in equal measure.

"Ah... Oh God..." she moans, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she focuses all of her attention on pleasuring you. Her other hand reaches between your bodies, delving into the waistband of her panties, fingertips brushing against her slick folds as she feels herself grow wetter at the thought of being used so wantonly by her stepson. Her hips undulate faster now, her tight dress

Her breath comes out in ragged pants as she feels the pressure building inside her. Her nails dig into your thighs, leaving trails of blood seeping through her silk stockings. "Ah... Yes..." she moans, her hips grinding faster against her makeshift dildo. "Please... more..." With one final thrust, her body arches backward, fingers curling into fists as she lets out a shuddering cry of release, her orgasm wracking her body from head to toe. For a moment, she collapses onto you, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. But then, without warning, she pulls away and straightens up, glaring at you with determined eyes.

"And now," she says through gritted teeth, "you're going to tell me what I want to know." Her voice is firm once more, the cool,

Her eyes widen with shock as you grab her throat, but she refuses to back down. "You don't understand," she manages to croak out between gasps for air. "It wasn't like that." Her hands come up to pry yours away from her neck, struggling vainly against your strength. "He just... he knew what I needed. He made me feel wanted again, and in return..." She trails off, words failing her as she tries to rationalize the situation to herself, let alone you.

But deep down, she knows that this wasn't simply about satisfaction or fulfilling a need. There was something more to it: an addiction, a thrill of being dominated and humiliated. The realization brings with it a wave of shame and guilt that nearly undoes her composure again. "I-I can quit," she stammers, voice hoarse from the struggle

Her eyes roll back in her head as the lack of air begins to starve her brain of oxygen. Her limbs grow weak, and she can feel herself growing lightheaded. In desperation, she kicks out wildly at your legs, hoping to break your grip on her throat. But it's no use; you're too strong for her.

As the world starts to spin, she gives in, surrendering to the darkness that threatens to consume her. Her body goes limp, and a quiet moan escapes her lips as she finally passes out. When she comes to, she finds herself collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath and clutching at her throat in pain. Tears stream down her face as realization washes over her: not only has she been caught and dominated by you, but she's addicted to it. The thrill of submission and humiliation courses

Gasping for air, Ayako glances up at you through bloodshot eyes, tears streaking down her cheeks. She swallows hard and parts her lips, reaching up to wrap her hand around your erection, slick with her saliva from when she pleasured you earlier. Her tongue darts out, tracing the head of your cock as she starts to bob her head in a rhythm that sends shivers down her spine. She's still weak from being choked unconscious, but there's a newfound determination in her movements. This time, it's not just about pleasure; it's about survival and submission. Her mouth feels warm and wet as she sucks you deeper into her throat, choking out muffled moans around your engorged length.

Her hands grip at the hem of your pants, pulling them down roughly over your hips, exposing

My hands tremble as I reach down to tug at his pants, my mouth still hungrily wrapped around him. "Yes... oh God yes..." My words are garbled, barely intelligible through the throbbing pleasure in my throat. I look up at you, eyes wide and pleading, begging for more of your dominance. Your thick length slides easily between my lips, filling me with a sense of powerlessness that only serves to excite me further. "I'm yours," I moan, my voice hoarse from our earlier altercation. "Do whatever you want."

As I stroke him in rhythm with my mouth, I feel another surge of desire well up inside me. The thought of being completely owned by you... it sends shivers down my spine and makes every part of me ache for more. I know that from this moment forward, my life is no longer my own. And as