After seeing my mom being touched by another man, I was overwhelmed by an intense, inexplicable jealousy. In that moment, a completely new emotion surged from deep within my heart. The first sex scene I'd ever witnessed was my mother being taken by a man who wasn't my father. Witnessing that scene firsthand sparked a question inside me: "Mom... why did you let those guys touch you?" That question wasn't just simple curiosity—it was tangled with hidden anxiety, anger, and a deep, conflicted love.