Ever since I was young, my mother has always been incredibly beautiful and an irreplaceable presence in my life. I admired her beauty as a child, and even as an adult, I've held deep respect and affection for her. As I grew older, though, a rebellious phase strained our relationship for a time. Now, I'm married and living with my wife and mother under one roof. When my wife and I were dating, we had sex frequently, but after marriage and moving in together, the intimacy gradually decreased. One day, I accidentally discovered my mother bathing and secretly peeked from outside the room. Her figure remained just as beautiful as the naked body I remembered from childhood—fair-skinned, with a radiant, flawless complexion that stirred my heart. That night, I tried initiating sex with my wife, but she calmly rejected me, seemingly indifferent to my desire. With no choice, I tried to sleep, but the image of my mother kept haunting me, making rest impossible. Quietly slipping out of the bedroom, I made my way to my mother's room. Gazing at her sleeping form, enveloped by her alluring scent, I lifted the blanket. I let my fingers trail toward my mother's hidden intimate area, something I couldn't see in the bathroom, and gave in to mischievous temptation, indulging in masturbation. Unable to hold back any longer, I climaxed inside her.