There's a secret I can't tell anyone: I love my mom more than anything. Every night, I sneak sleeping pills into her drink and lie beside her as she sleeps. I press my hips against her soft skin, trembling with excitement. I peek at her ass while she washes cloth pads in the bathroom, aroused beyond control. These are the moments only I know. The raw, musky scent of my mother as she masturbates makes my heart race. I just want to keep feeling this forbidden life, day after day.