After informing my mother of my father's passing, my wife and I returned home for the memorial service. Seeing that my mother appeared healthy brought me some relief. However, while talking with her, my wife suddenly left to visit her own nearby family home. I confessed to my mother that I felt responsible for the growing distance between my wife and me. She scolded me sternly, saying, "You fix this." For some reason, her lips looked strangely alluring, and I couldn't stop thinking about them. That night, while cleaning the bathroom, I called out to my mother and caught sight of her in a vulnerable state—her bare figure trembling my resolve. Her pale skin, full breasts—I became completely entranced by her beauty, forgetting everything else. Unable to sleep late that night, I crept into my mother's bedroom. Gently pulling back her futon, I was enveloped by her sweet scent and instinctively pulled her into a tight embrace. Even when she woke and whispered, "Stop this," I couldn't control my arousal. I pressed my hardened cock against her pussy and thrust myself deep inside her in one motion.