My son's strong, grown body stirs uncontrollable desire within me. This impulse overpowers reason, drawing me into a sea of pleasure. But this is something that can never be permitted. Still, deep in my heart, I feel a growing sense that "I can't stop anymore." Torn between a mother's dignity and overwhelming instinct, each time I touch his body, the sensation spreads deeper and more obscenely. Am I a failure as a mother? Or is fulfilling this craving the only salvation I have...?