My relationship with my mother is complicated, far from a simple parent-child bond. Drawn to older women and craving a sense of dependency, these feelings intertwine within me, and in themselves, aren't necessarily wrong. But one day, my mother came to stay at my place while visiting the city. To relieve her travel fatigue, she decided to take a bath. Normally, I wouldn't have looked, nor even considered peeking. Yet at that moment, my mother's slightly loosened naked body appeared before my eyes, and something deep inside me could no longer be restrained. Before dawn broke, I crept into my mother's bedroom and, in the silence of the night, released the emotions I could no longer suppress. The instant I touched her skin, without a sound escaping her lips, I erupted inside her. This incident left a profound shock on his mind.