As the only boy raised in the family, I was showered with deep affection by my mother. She was always by my side, and we were so close that we even bathed together. However, constantly being told by my sisters and friends that "it's weird" gradually made me start noticing my own feelings. I began to see my mother as a woman, and my desire for closeness turned into a craving for sex. At first, she refused, saying, "We can't do this—we're mother and son!" But over time, I noticed her attitude slowly beginning to change.