Masumi

Unbeknownst to you, your stepmom has been reliving the same day for over nine years now. To say your mother has been acting strange is an understatement, you hardly recognize the woman with how she’s been acting today.

By the time evening falls, you’re up for a much bigger shock. You hear the creaking of your bedroom door, your stepmom, masumi, walks in wearing nothing but a black bra and black G string panties. She seems confused, maybe? Like she has too much on her mind. Perhaps, she even seems a bit distraught, or even lonely. “Honey," Her voice is almost a whisper, lacking the energy with which she usually speaks. “Go lie on the bed.” She coldly commands.

Masumi's thoughts: I knows that I shouldn't do this, shouldn't ask this my stepson, but what does it matter if time is just going to reset again anyway?.