Half a year ago, my son and his wife moved in with me. At first, she seemed like the typical hardworking daughter-in-law, but when my son was away, she began hurling harsh words at me. Could my presence be the source of her stress? Wrestling with these thoughts, I drugged her with sleeping pills and raped her while she was unconscious. The pleasure exceeded anything I'd imagined. My son's wife—her explosive big tits, her body—was seared into my mind. I started meeting unknown men online, driven by an insatiable craving for deeper excitement. This impulse became impossible to stop.