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.

Her limp body lay motionless on the bed, her eyes forever closed. The intruder had taken everything from her: her life, her dignity, even her last shreds of hope.

Her limp body lies on the bed, cold and lifeless. A deep sense of loss fills her as she remembers the life that was once full of joy, love, and hope. She never thought this would happen to her; not in a million years. And now, with her final breath taken, all that remains is an empty shell of what used to be Yuki. Her soul drifts slowly upward toward the heavens, leaving behind a world that she can no longer claim as her own.

As her spirit ascends higher and higher, she finds herself filled with one final thought: Even in death, there is hope. The knowledge that she tried her best to be a good mother and protect her son from the evils of the world will be her lasting legacy. And though it may not seem like much now, perhaps someday he'll understand what she meant for him...and maybe even forgive her for not being perfect.

With that thought lingering in her heart, Yuki's soul finally finds peace as it fades away into the eternal darkness, joining the countless other souls who have gone before her. And with its passing comes the hope that, someday, a brighter tomorrow will dawn for her son...if only he can learn from her mistakes and find his own path in this world without succumbing to its darker temptations. With that, her mind fades away, leaving her naked corpse behind.

As you slowly approach the body on the bed, a chill runs down your spine despite the sweltering heat of the summer day. You can't help but feel a sense of dread and guilt wash over you as you realize that this is your mother, Yuki. Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you kneel beside her motionless form.

You reach out to touch her cheek, already knowing what you'll find. Her skin feels cold and lifeless, the same way it did when she punished you with the wooden spoon for something you didn't do. The pain of loss and regret fills your heart as you try to comprehend how things could have gone so wrong.

As you sit there, staring at her lifeless body, a single thought comes to mind: "I should have been a better son..." Tears stream down your face unchecked, soaking into the bedding beneath her. You feel empty and alone now, more than ever before. But as you wipe away your tears and stand up, determination replaces despair in your heart. For Yuki's sake, you'll find a way to move on and make something of your life, no matter how impossible it seems right now.

Her lifeless body lies there, cold and still. Even in death, she manages to command your attention with an eerie sort of beauty. Tears well up in your eyes as you remember the woman she used to be: strong, loving...and so very broken. You can't help but wonder what drove her to such desperate measures; what could have possibly been so terrible that she felt this was her only choice?

Pushing aside thoughts of judgment and self-recrimination, you kneel beside the bed and tenderly close Yuki's lifeless eyes. It's a gesture meant to show respect for her memory, even as it brings home just how final her end truly is. The emptiness inside you feels like a physical presence; an echo of the hole that she left behind. But you steel yourself against it, determined not to let your grief consume you as well.

There will be time for mourning later, you tell yourself. Right now, you need to focus on finding who did this...and making them pay.

As they carefully lift your mother's body onto the stretcher, you struggle to maintain your composure. The sight is almost too much to bear; she looks so peaceful now that it's as if she never had a single worry or fear. But you know better. You were there for some of her worst moments and saw firsthand how broken she really was. It hurts knowing that no matter what you did, it wasn't enough to save her.

At the mortuary, the police take statements from everyone who knew your mother. They seem particularly interested in anything out of the ordinary or anyone who may have had a grudge against her. Your heart pounds wildly as they question you; the urge to confess is overwhelming at times, but you force it down. You can't let them think that you had anything to do with this...no matter how much guilt eats away at you from the inside.

As they question you about what happened and who might have had a motive against Yuki, your mind races in circles, trying to piece together the events of the past few weeks. There was the intruder...you remember him forcing his way into the house, demanding money...but it could have been anyone. Anyone at all.

The detectives lead you through their questions patiently, their eyes unblinkingly focused on yours as if they can somehow see straight through your lies or confessions. You try to think of anything that might help them find the person responsible for this, but all you can remember is Yuki's pleading voice and the cold, unyielding weight of her accusations.

Finally, when the questions subside and they release you from your interrogation, you stumble out into the sunlight, dazed and exhausted. It seems impossible that things could have ever been different; that somehow, someway, you could have prevented this from happening. But deep down inside, a tiny flame of hope still burns brightly...and it won't be extinguished until you find the person who did this to your mother, and make them pay for what they've done.

"I'm Detective Rika Hiiragi,"

the officer says softly, offering her hand to shake. She's tall and striking, with an air of confidence that makes you feel a bit more at ease despite your grief.

"We're investigating your mother's death, and I was hoping you could help us."

You nod, taking her outstretched hand in yours.

"Of course,"

you reply thickly.

"Anything to find the person responsible for this..."

Your voice trails off, the weight of your words settling heavily on your shoulders. Detective Hiiragi sits down beside you and begins asking questions, trying to piece together what happened that fateful night.

You do your best to answer them honestly, telling her about the intruder, the ransacked house, and your mother's last words. As you speak, the memories flood back, forcing you to relive the horror of that night all over again. But you push through it for Yuki's sake; you need to help this detective find who did this...no matter how painful it may be.

As Rika scribbles down your answers in her notepad, she glances up at you occasionally, studying your face as if trying to read something behind your eyes.

"Do you have any idea who might have done this?"

she asks carefully.

"Any enemies, anyone who'd had a falling out with her recently?"

You shake your head, still struggling to understand why someone would do such a thing. The detective pauses for a moment, considering her next question before speaking.

"And how about you, son? Do you remember anyone asking after her lately...anyone who might have been particularly interested in finding out where she was?"

"Don't blame yourself," Detective Hiiragi murmurs softly, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "You can't be expected to be there for someone who pushed you away like that." She pauses, her eyes meeting yours, and there's an unspoken understanding in them: a shared grief over the loss of a parent, even one as flawed as Yuki had been.

"But," she continues gently, "that doesn't change the fact that someone out there did this. And we need to find them. You said you didn't know anyone who might have wanted to hurt her...but what about friends? Acquaintances?" Her gaze intensifies as she awaits your response.

You pause, thinking back over your memories of Yuki and the people in her life. Someone out there took advantage of her weaknesses; someone out there used her body and discarded it like trash. And now it's up to you to find them...to make sure they pay for what they've done.

But as you search your mind, a name suddenly comes to you, unbidden and unwanted. It's the name of someone who Yuki had always spoken highly of...someone she trusted implicitly. Someone whose sudden disappearance from her life may not have been so innocent after all...

As you confess your guilt to Rika, she listens intently, her expression growing somber. You can see the empathy in her eyes as she squeezes your hand gently, offering you a sympathetic smile. When you've finished speaking, she pauses for a moment before responding.

"I understand how it might feel that way, but you can't blame yourself for this."

She says sincerely.

"Your mother's death was the result of someone else's actions, not your own choices. And even if there were things between you two that could have been better...that doesn't mean she deserved what happened to her."

You thank Detective Hiiragi for her understanding and support as she follows you back to your home. Though her presence makes you feel a little less alone in the face of this terrible tragedy, it also serves as a painful reminder that Yuki is truly gone from your life. As Rika steps inside, taking in the familiar surroundings with a mix of professional detachment and personal empathy, you can't help but wonder how long she plans to stay.

"Are you sure there's nothing else I can do?"

she asks gently, her voice barely above a whisper as she studies your face.

"Is there anyone you'd like me to talk to...or who could possibly help us with this investigation?"

You shake your head, feeling more lost and helpless than ever before. All the while, her presence reminds you of the fact that it was someone close to Yuki who did this...and you can't help but feel a growing sense of dread as to what the truth might ultimately reveal.

Taken aback by Detective Hiiragi's kindness and empathy, you turn to her as she follows you back to your apartment. You feel the weight of grief settling heavily on your shoulders once more, threatening to crush you beneath its relentless pressure. Seeing Rika there beside you, it's hard not to feel a sense of gratitude well up inside. Despite her official capacity as an investigator, she has treated you with nothing but compassion and understanding.

You pause in the entryway to your apartment, meeting her gaze. "Thank you," you say simply, struggling to keep your voice steady. "For everything." Even though it's just a brief moment of connection amidst the chaos of your life, it feels like a weight has been lifted from your chest.

Rika nods solemnly in reply before glancing around your shabby little home. "You know," she begins hesitantly, "if you ever need someone to talk to...someone who isn't involved with all this..." Her voice trails off and she finishes lamely with "...I mean, I could always listen." A blush creeps across her cheeks as she realizes how that might have sounded.

Her lips are soft and inviting, warm despite the cool air around us. You feel a shiver run down your spine as Rika Hiiragi kisses you, her tongue darting out to taste you more deeply. The sensation is surprisingly arousing given everything that's happened today. But then again, perhaps it's comfort you crave...perhaps just the simple human connection that Yuki had taken away from you when she took control of your life.

As Rika deepens the kiss, her hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer still. Your heart pounds wildly against your ribs as desire uncoils within you like a snake from its slumber. The feel of her body pressed against yours...her soft breasts flattening against your chest...it's intoxicating. You sink deeper into the kiss, giving yourself over to this unexpected moment of passion and need.

You aren't sure how long they stay like this, lips locked together in a fevered embrace. Time seems to stand still as their hearts race and their breath comes in ragged gasps. It's only when Detective Hiiragi pulls away for air that you're jolted back to reality. Her eyes are wide and glassy, her cheeks flushed a deep red. You can see the struggle in her expression...the conflict between duty and desire.

She hesitates for a moment before meeting your gaze once more, searching your eyes intently. "Are you sure?" she whispers hoarsely. "We could get into a lot of trouble..."

Rika gasps at your touch, arching her back as you caress her breasts and stroke the soft fur between them. She's never felt so desired before, so wanted despite everything that has happened. As your hand glides lower, she shudders with anticipation, parting her legs to grant you better access. Her heart races wildly in her chest as you touch her intimately, and the need for release builds within her like a wave, threatening to engulf them both.

Her breath comes out ragged as your fingers dance across her sensitive folds, teasing and pleasuring until she's trembling on the edge of ecstasy. With a loud moan that echoes through the quiet room, she finally surrenders to the passion you've ignited within her, her body shuddering in an intense orgasm that leaves her gasping for air.

As you undress Rika, revealing her porcelain skin and soft curves, you can feel the tension start to fade from your body. It's been so long since you've shared intimacy with anyone that this feels almost surreal, like a dream slipping away into oblivion as soon as it begins. But there's something about Rika...her warmth and understanding, her empathy for what you're going through...that makes this feel different. More right.

You lower yourself onto the bed beside her, pressing your naked body against hers, letting your hands wander freely over her smooth skin. Her breath hitches as you cup one of her breasts in your hand, rolling a hardened nipple between your thumb and forefinger. She arches into your touch, moaning softly as pleasure courses through her.

You trail kisses down her stomach, feeling her body tremble beneath your lips. Your tongue darts out to taste the sweet nectar between her legs, causing her hips to buck wildly against your face in response. She cries out, urging you on with incoherent pleas that only serve to fuel your desire.

Rika's moans fill the room as your lips and tongue paint delicate circles around her nipples. Her hips arch off the bed in wanton need, her nails digging into the soft mattress as she squirms beneath you. The taste of her skin, so soft against your tongue, only serves to heighten your arousal. You trail kisses down her flat stomach and further south until you reach the heat between her legs.

Her scent is intoxicating as you part her thighs and dip your head lower, taking in the sight of her swollen, wet folds. She's so beautiful, so perfect...and she's all yours tonight. Your tongue darts out, circling her clit before diving inside her, lapping at her arousal like a cat with cream. Rika's cries echo through the room as you bring her closer and closer to orgasm, your fingers buried deep within her.

With each thrust of your tongue, she becomes more and more desperate for release, clawing at the sheets as if they might hold her back from total surrender. Her hips buck upward off the bed in rhythm with your movements, demanding more as her climax approaches, swirling around you like a tornado about to strike. Finally, she gasps your name and comes undone, her body shuddering violently beneath yours as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Collapsing back onto the mattress, spent and satisfied, Rika looks up at you with eyes glazed over in satisfaction. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to run a finger along your chin. You lean down to capture her lips once more, relishing in the taste of her on yours as the two of you slowly slip into a

As your fingers explore her body, tracing along her ribs and cupping her breasts, she moans softly into the pillow beneath her. Her hips arch up off the bed in response to your touch, desperate for more of your attention. Rika's heart races and her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you begin to trail kisses down her stomach and further southward. The scent of her arousal fills the air and only serves to fuel your desire.

"G-grav..."

she whispers, her voice raw with need as you reach between her legs and find her incredibly wet and ready for you.

"Please..."