Every weekend, I would go to my colleague Shota's house for a drink, which had become a tradition. Shota's mother, Yuka, was also there, and her smile and alluring sex appeal always soothed me. As the last train was about to leave, I was looking for more alcohol when I heard a faint light and voices coming from Yuka's room. I peeked in and witnessed Yuka broadcasting on her secret account. Feeling a mixture of surprise and excitement, I went to Yuka a few days later to confirm the truth of the matter. Yuka then straddled my crotch and asked me if we could keep it a secret...