Early in the morning, I receive a phone call from my mother-in-law, who got wasted at a drinking party with her part-time coworkers, telling me to "come pick me up." When I reluctantly go to get her, I am shocked by her transformed appearance. Her usual strict demeanor has vanished, and my reason is stolen by her soft skin peeking through her disheveled clothes and her sweet breath. The body heat and weight transmitted to my back while giving her a piggyback ride become the trigger, and the two of us cross the forbidden line. Once is not enough, and the two of us devour each other over and over again. Drowning in our perfectly compatible bodies, the immoral "seconds" didn't stop even after dawn broke.
