I live with my stepmother and wife. From a certain point on, I couldn't take my eyes off my stepmother. The sight of her sweating while indulging in pleasure alone—after accidentally catching a glimpse of that. One night, my wife insisted on having sex for the first time in a long while, but I refused, saying I was tired. My stepmother overheard our conversation and I confessed that I couldn't stop thinking about her. My stepmother, with downcast eyes, said just today then, just once, and led me by the hand to her bedroom…
