Seńora, a woman of unyielding faith and even stricter morals, has always kept a tight leash on her desires. But today, her body yearns for release, and she can't help but succumb to the temptation. She imagines her husband's hands on her, his lips against her neck, as she touches herself. Just as she's about to climax, the door creaks open. Her hijastro, the son she's loved and raised as her own, stands frozen in the doorway. His eyes widen, taking in her flushed skin, her hand buried between her legs. Seńora's heart pounds, but she can't look away from the boy who's no longer a boy, now a man with hunger in his eyes.