A year after my father's death, I returned home with my family for the first time. Mother appeared far more energetic than I'd imagined, her beauty as radiant as ever. While my wife was out, I found myself alone with her. Despite initial awkwardness, we soon fell into easy conversation, my eyes drawn to her sensual lips. Overcome with arousal, I could no longer control my desire. Mother seemed to invite me, exposing herself without hesitation. That night, I crept into her bedroom, surrounded by her familiar scent, gently touching her body. Feeling her warmth, emotions I'd long suppressed surged uncontrollably within me—until I finally gave in.