It's been ten years since my father passed away. My mother raised me alone, and she suddenly brought home her new husband. Honestly, I wasn't that surprised. In fact, I felt more joy than anything else. But at 24, I was in a delicate age, and living with an unfamiliar man was a bit resistant. At the time, my feelings were only to that extent, but my mother's new husband turned out to be a terrible person. My stepfather changed after being laid off and losing his job. He started drinking every day and became violent towards my mother. He didn't look for work; he just drank all the time. My mother increased her part-time jobs to support the household. Of course, I also contributed my salary, but she kept covering for this man. One day, I witnessed a shocking scene. On my way home from work, I saw my stepfather directing an unknown man to rape my mother who was bound and struggling. Despite her resistance, she seemed to be overwhelmed by pleasure and reached climax multiple times. I was speechless but couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene. That night, after somehow finishing my work, I confirmed that my stepfather was asleep and questioned my mother about what happened during the day. She seemed drunk and said, 'I'm sorry for being such a mother.' I told her it wasn't like that and hugged her. Then she kissed me and said she would make me feel good, gently placing her hand on my crotch...
