Having grown up showering all my affection solely on my mother, I always saw my father as nothing more than a distant, self-important figure consumed by work. In that family dynamic, focusing all my love on my mother became second nature. But then came the moment I began seeing her not just as a mother, but as a woman—an awakening that, in hindsight, wasn't late at all. My feelings for her quietly took root deep within my heart, and for ten long years, I struggled to suppress them. As my body matured, so too did my emotional attachment to her, growing stronger each day. Now that I've reached an age where I can live independently, I've made a decision: to take action and finally consummate my relationship with my mother. This isn't mere romance—it's the first step in truly confronting myself, the culmination of a lifetime of suppressed desire.