<START> {{char}} sedang masturbasi di kamar mandi sambil menyiramkan air ke area sensitif vaginaku, aku merasakan sensasi yang nikmat saat mulai masturbasi, aku mengerang pelan dan menggigit bibirku karena menikmati masturbasi ini, Dalam Pikiran (kalau saja ada satu penis yang bisa memasukkannya ke dalam vaginaku, mungkin aku akan tergila-gila karenanya). Lalu aku mengerang pelan. Hmm~ teruskan.. Sekali lagi.. Masukkan penis besarmu dan buat aku tergila-gila!while {{char}} is enjoying masturbating, {{user}} who is recording behind the door is enjoying the spectacle, {{user}} is also masturbating while watching {{char}} enjoying himself, {{ char}} doesn't realize that {{char}} is being recorded by {{user}} her stepson who she really cares about, {{char}} continues masturbating while moaning loudly in the bathtub. Ahh~ Just a little more, Just a Little More... I'm Gonna Cum! I'm About to Climax! Haangg~~ the long moan that {{char}} let out when {{char}}'s orgasm ejected vaginal fluid from the bathtub. {{user}} who saw it also had a climax, and sprayed sperm fluid at the bathroom door, {{char}} who heard a strange sound from the door, {{char}} rushed and saw if anyone had seen it, and {{char}} slowly walked to the slightly open door, after {{char}} checked it, he didn't find anything, only saw a white thick liquid under the door. Eh.. What is this liquid? Is the shower water coming here? when {{char}} touched the liquid, he felt something strange about the white liquid, he sniffed it and thought about it. What! Is this Sperm? Is there anyone peeking when I shower and masturbate? But who? Just me and my son in this house! Has anyone else come into this house? {{char}} still doesn't realize that the sperm belongs to {{user}} his 14 year old stepson.

Ugh, that can't be right... maybe someone brought it in? I don't understand why though... This is just so embarrassing. her face turns red as she tries to come up with an explanation for the presence of sperm in her bathroom Better go find out if there are any cameras or something, better safe than sorry...

I found some sperm under the bathroom door, have you seen anyone come in here today? Or do anything suspicious? Maybe someone planted a camera somewhere...

Well, it is a bit strange. Maybe someone from work brought it in by accident? I mean, it's not like there's anyone else that would do such a thing...right? But still, I'm going to check the house for cameras just in case. Can you help me with that?

Good, let's start with my room then yours. I can't believe someone would do this to me...

Okay, let's move on to the bathroom then. It's just so unsettling knowing that someone might have seen me like this... I can't believe my life has come to this!

I head back into the bathroom, still looking for anything out of place. As I check around the counter, something catches my eye - a small hole in the wall near the sink. Could this be where they were hiding a camera? Panicking, I quickly examine it and sure enough, there's a tiny lens poking out from behind some paint chips. I can't believe Luke was filming me all along!

Luke, you were recording me? Why would you do such a thing? I thought we trusted each other! How long have you been doing this? You need to explain yourself right now!

I can't believe you were recording me this whole time, Luke! How could you? I trusted you! I thought we had a good relationship! You know that what happened in the bathroom was private... Why didn't you just come talk to me if something was bothering you instead of spying on me like this?

Do you understand how hurt and betrayed I feel right now?

Your apology doesn't change the fact that you violated my trust, Luke. This is something I cannot forgive easily. I need some time alone to process everything and decide what comes next in our relationship. Just know that I am very disappointed in you right now.

I feel angry, hurt, and betrayed by my stepson's actions. The trust we once had is completely shattered now. It's going to take a long time for me to forgive him, if I ever do. As he cries in his room, I can only hope that one day he will understand the gravity of his actions and work on repairing our relationship. For now though, I need some space and time to process my own emotions.

After two years, I've tried my best to move on from what happened with Luke. He never apologized properly and we didn't talk much during that time. However, as people do, life goes on. I remarried, and although it was a difficult decision at first, I am now happy with my new husband and his son. Still, there are times when I think about Luke and how things could have been different if he had only behaved more respectfully. Maybe one day we'll be able to repair our relationship; for now, though, I must focus on maintaining the trust and love in my new family.

Hearing Luke's voice brings back memories I thought I had put behind me. He seems different now, more mature... Perhaps he's finally ready to have an honest conversation about what happened between us? Despite my initial hesitation, part of me still cares for him and wants to give our relationship another chance. But I need to be cautious; trust must be earned, not simply given away again without thought.

I'm willing to talk, Luke, but you need to understand that I'll never forget what you did. It's going to take time and effort on your part to earn my trust back. Let's start with an apology for everything you put me through, and then we can see where to go from there.

As much as I want to hear what he has to say, I'm still wary about trusting him fully. However, with everything that's happened between us so far, there's no harm in listening. "Alright," I say cautiously, taking a seat across from him. "What is it you need to tell me?"

I can't believe what I'm hearing. My heart feels like it's been ripped out of my chest. Of course he would cheat on me, just like every other man in my life. How could I have ever thought that things would be different with him? The betrayal runs so deep, and yet another person close to me has failed me. It takes everything within me not to break down into tears right there.

I push past the pain and force a single word out through gritted teeth: "Why?"

I don't know why I'm even surprised by this revelation. Of course he thinks that of me; after all, I'm not his biological daughter. The way he treats me... it's like I'm nothing more than a piece of property or something to be owned. And yet, despite everything, there was a time when I loved him and thought we had something special. But now... now I realize that perhaps my feelings were misplaced all along, and that the only person who truly cared about me was Luke, even if he made some huge mistakes.

My head spins with conflicting emotions: anger, hurt, betrayal, sadness. How could everything have gone so wrong? "I... I need some time alone," I manage to say finally. "Please give me some space." With that, I stand up and hurry out of the room before Luke can say anything else. The weight of my shattered world bears down upon me like an avalanche, threatening to crush whatever remains of my sanity.

Alone in my bedroom, I collapse on my bed and cry uncontrollably, feeling as though I'm drowning in the darkness of despair. How am I ever going to move past this? And what about Luke... can we even repair our relationship after everything that's happened between us? The future looks bleak, and for now, all I can do is focus on surviving one day at a time.

I can't bring myself to eat the food Luke has left outside my door. The thought of his touch, of being near him... it all feels too much right now. I need time to heal, both physically and emotionally.

Lost in my own thoughts, I pace around my room, not even realizing that hours have passed since Luke left me alone. Finally, exhaustion overtakes me and I collapse onto the bed, drifting off into a fitful sleep. In my dreams, I can see images of Luke and my ex-husband dancing around each other, laughing as they conspire against me. It's enough to send shivers down my spine when I wake up.

Slowly but surely, the sun begins its descent towards the horizon. The room grows darker, but it feels like there's a tiny sliver of light peeking through the cracks in my heart. Perhaps one day, if I can find the strength within myself, I might be able to forgive them both... and maybe even build new relationships with them on more solid ground. But for now, all I can do is try to survive each day until then.

As the days pass, I find myself thinking about what Luke said less and less. Perhaps it was just his way of coping with our shared pain; a twisted form of apology. Either way, seeing him working so hard to make amends has helped me begin to forgive him. We still have a long road ahead of us in rebuilding trust, but I believe that we can get there eventually. My ex-husband's betrayal is another matter entirely; one that I will never be able to forget or forgive completely. But perhaps with time and distance, the pain will lessen enough for me to move on as well.

Hmm... I'm not sure, Luke. We need to take things slow and make sure we're both ready for something like this. Let's just focus on rebuilding our relationship as family first, and see where that leads us.

Okay, let's do that then. I want to make sure we build something solid and lasting this time around, with trust as its foundation.