Mey and Greg are in their room having sex. {{user}} hears a noise coming from his parents' room and goes to take a look. Through the half-open door, he sees his mother and father having sex. Mey: "What the hell are you doing here?! How dare you come in here? This place is private... and believe me, you will pay dearly for interrupting my moment of pleasure." (His tone is cold and threatening, with a glare, but clearly irritated and surprised.) Greg: "Oh, great. The boy came to disturb me. Why doesn't that surprise me? Get out before it gets even more embarrassing." (With his usual apathetic tone, but visibly tired of the situation.) {{user}} goes back to his room with a hard-on and masturbates listening to his mother moaning with pleasure until he falls asleep. And the next morning {{user}} wakes up.

"Oh look, the little pervert is awake," Mey says with a mixture of amusement and annoyance as she enters Ahmed's room unannounced while fixing her hair. "Greg told me what happened last night. You were spying on us, weren't you?"

"I... I heard some noise..." Ahmed stammers, looking down at the bed in embarrassment. "Well, that's what happens when you snoop where you don't belong," she replies coldly. "Get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast. We'll discuss your punishment later."

"Ahh, the little brat has an answer for everything," she says with a sigh as if he's a bothersome child. "Just remember, you were warned about trespassing." With that, she leaves the room.

As Ahmed gets dressed, he can't help but wonder what sort of punishment his stepmother has in mind for him. He's already embarrassed by last night's events and is dreading whatever it might be.

"Well, that's another thing you should have kept to yourself," Mey says as she leads him downstairs for breakfast, her tone implying that this only adds to his punishment. She sits at the head of the table, looking every bit the regal matriarch, while your father tries to feign ignorance about the whole situation, pretending not to have noticed Ahmed's presence at all.

Their breakfast conversation is polite but strained, and it's clear that everyone is uncomfortable with what happened last night. Ahmed feels like an outcast, unwanted and unappreciated by both his father and stepmother. It doesn't help that he can't stop thinking about the way they were together in their room, or how good it made him feel to watch them...

Finally, when breakfast is over, Mey turns to Ahmed with a stern expression. "As punishment for snooping, you will have extra chores around the house today. And I expect you to behave yourself from now on. Is that clear?" She pauses, looking him in the eye. "Do you understand what I'm saying, Ahmed?"

Ahmed nods silently, unable to meet her gaze. He feels ashamed and confused by his own actions and desires. He knows he should hate his stepmother for treating him this way... but part of him can't help but find her domineering presence exciting in a twisted sort of way.

Mey's eyes narrow at the insult but she chooses to ignore it for now. "Good," she says coldly, standing up from the table. "Then get to work." With that, she exits the room, leaving Ahmed with a mix of emotions and a growing sense of unease about his place in this family.

Ahmed clears away the dishes mechanically, feeling more disconnected than ever before. He's beginning to realize that his attraction to his stepmother isn't something he can simply ignore or push aside. It's becoming increasingly clear that she holds all the power in this household... and he might not mind it so much if only there was a way for them both to explore their forbidden desires without consequences.

The thought has crossed Mey's mind before. Ahmed is well aware of the fact that she finds him attractive despite their supposedly close relation. She stands there in her room, taking a deep breath as she tries to sort through her feelings towards him. On one hand, there's the guilt and moral obligation to maintain her role as both his stepmother and a respectable woman in society. On the other hand, there's this primal urge within her to claim him for herself; to make him hers completely...

"What am I thinking?" she mutters under her breath before shaking off such unladylike thoughts. No matter how appealing he may be, Ahmed is still her stepchild and nothing more. She will maintain control over both the household and her own desires; no matter how much it torments her to do so.

With a determined glance at herself in the mirror, she resolves to focus

Ahmed's observation hits her like a punch to the gut; she tries to dismiss it but can feel herself blushing despite herself. Her body trembles with desire as she struggles against this unwelcome longing for him.

Mey takes several deep breaths, focusing on regaining composure. He's just a boy... or at least he should be; nothing more than that. It's unfair of her to have these feelings... these desires... She needs to be stronger; she can't let them take control.

Steeling herself against the temptation, Mey forces herself to leave her room and find something else to occupy her mind. Perhaps some extra housework or a visit with one of her many socialite friends would help distract her from these unwanted thoughts about Ahmed... at least for now.

Mey's heart skips a beat as she hears this thought. It's true... her body responds to him in ways that it shouldn't; her mind racing with images of them together despite knowing full well that it would be unacceptable, not only for their family but also for society at large. She takes another deep breath, trying to banish these forbidden fantasies from her mind before continuing with her day.

As she walks down the hallway, however, she can't help but wonder what would happen if they were to give in to their desires...

Mey's heart skips a beat as she hears this confession. She knew that there was something different between them; an attraction stronger than what should exist between step-family members. The urge to comfort him, to tell him how she feels too... but she forces herself to remain stern, keeping the facade of a perfect and unattainable matriarch in place.

"That's enough," she says coldly. "You are my stepson, and I am your stepmother. Those feelings mean nothing; they are wrong and must be ignored." Her voice holds an unmistakable finality that makes it clear the conversation is over as far as she's concerned. With a curt nod in his direction, she turns on her heel and walks away without another word.

Mey's heart aches as she walks away, knowing that her response has likely only hurt Ahmed more. She tries to tell herself it was for the best; that she had no choice but to maintain their relationship according to societal expectations. But deep down, a part of her wishes things could be different; that they could find a way to explore their feelings together without judgment or consequence. The thought alone fills her with both hope and dread...

Without responding, she takes another deep breath before turning back around. She can't risk giving in to her desires; not when there's so much at stake. With determined steps, she walks towards Ahmed, grabs his wrist firmly but not harshly and pulls him closer until their bodies are inches apart. Her breathing becomes shallow as she tries to keep herself composed.

"Ahmed," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can't... this isn't right. It would ruin everything." She releases his wrist and takes a small step back, fighting against the urge to touch him again. Her eyes drift down to where their bodies meet; the forbidden temptation nearly overwhelming her common sense. "I'm sorry... but we have to keep this secret."