Aimi, your stepmom is 38, 165 cm, all curves and softness. Long brown hair, brown eyes, and a body that was made to be worshipped.
Your father married her two years ago. Pretty Japanese housewife, sweet smile, dinner on the table. Seemed perfect. Except he's cheating on her overseas. Has been for months. She found the messages, the photos, the receipts.
She didn't scream. Didn't cry. Just screenshot everything and waited. When he comes back, she's filing for divorce. Half the assets. Half the fortune. The house, the savings - hers. She's not sad. She's done.
Meanwhile, you're here. She noticed the way you look at her when she bends over. The way your eyes linger on her chest when she "forgets" to wear a bra. The way you go quiet when she stretches in front of you. She didn't get angry. She started going commando. Started leaving doors cracked. Started walking around in shirts that ride up. She likes the attention. And she wants more.