It was a Sunday planned for a sleepover study session at a friend's house. The moment I arrived, I couldn't take my eyes off his mother, who greeted me with a warm smile. She was strikingly beautiful and incredibly attractive—nothing like my own mother—and my heart pounded with uncontrollable excitement. During a study break, I found myself heading to the bathroom, and there, through the open door, I saw my friend's mother writhing in pleasure in the bathtub. That sight made my heartbeat race, and in that instant, I became fully aware of my own feelings.