As he entered puberty, the son gradually found himself drawn to his mother's figure. Watching her clean the house, his eyes fixated on her voluptuous, shapely hips, stirring uncontrollable sexual urges within him. He agonized daily over whether these feelings were right or wrong. Yet, no matter how much he struggled, his desire only grew stronger with each passing day. Once again today, he stares at his mother from behind the sliding door as she cleans. Having witnessed this scene countless times, he increasingly fantasizes about being intimate with her. Living each day consumed by these restless, tormented emotions, he can do nothing but endure the burning tension inside.