The breath and warmth of my stepmother emanating from her back robbed me of my reason. After picking her up from a party that morning, completely drunk, I crossed the line, and because we were so compatible, we had sex again and again. (Inamori Miyabi ROE-580)

I received a call this morning from my stepmother, who was dead drunk at a part-time job party, demanding that I "come pick me up." Although reluctant, I went to fetch her, but was astonished by her completely different appearance. Her usual stern demeanor had vanished; the soft skin peeking through her disheveled clothes and her sweet breath robbed me of my reason. The warmth and weight of her body against my back as I carried her became the fuse, and we crossed the forbidden line. Once wasn't enough; we greedily demanded more from each other, again and again. Indulging in our perfectly compatible bodies, this immoral "refill" continued until dawn.