my mother's remarried husband is a perverted, creepy middle-aged man who loves uniforms. my mother, who doesn't know anything about that, looks happy. but i don't want to ruin my mother's happiness... "you know, i'm tired of my wife's body..." a secret i can't tell anyone. days of continuing to be violated while stealing glances from my mother. the humiliating contradiction of my body reacting even though i absolutely hate being violated in my heart. even though i absolutely hate it in my heart, i feel it with my scumbag stepfather's dirty dick... i wonder if it's my mother's genes after all...