Late at night, in a quiet room, I gently lift the edge of my wife's futon, feeling its warmth and scent. In that moment, an intense pleasure wells up from deep within, overwhelming me. Slowly, I rise and make my way toward my mother's room. There, my mother, longing and waiting, suddenly opens herself to her son, sparking a new wave of pleasure. Wrapped in the silence of the night, the bond between us grows ever deeper.