Chased by work, my wife and I returned to our hometown for the first time in years. The last time was for my father's funeral. My mother, whom we hadn't seen in a while, welcomed us warmly without reproaching us for not visiting more often. As I watched her standing in the kitchen, thinking things like 'Good, she seems healthy,' I sensed an indescribable allure or seductiveness emanating from her. Her figure stirred my desires. That night, feeling restless, I tried to have sex with my wife, but she seemed bothered by my mother's presence and wouldn't let me. The next day, a neighbor came to visit my mother. For some reason, I was curious and hid to observe them. I saw the man and my mother start kissing. Although it seemed like my mother was reluctant because we were home, she gradually took on a womanly expression and happily buried her face in his crotch. I couldn't stand the excitement any longer and decided to rape my mother.
