In the quiet of his stepmother's bedroom, she lay defenseless in sleep. Drawn to her form, he crept closer and touched her bare skin. Her sweet breath and soft sighs seemed to silently beg for something. The stepmother quietly moaned in the darkness, "Just a little... is okay, right?" Shaken by her voice, he continued groping her body, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions, yet unable to suppress his son's desire. Tempted by his stepmother's sleeping figure, he touched her body, and then...