#Living alone #Mother #Long time no see #Glimpse of breasts #Incest
When I first discovered masturbation, it was an era without internet or adult videos. Every day, the person I imagined should have been the naked body of a woman I'd never seen. Yet, for some reason, it was always my mother's figure that came to mind. I was shocked at myself—achieving pleasure solely by picturing my mother naked. I felt deep guilt over it, but the more I tried to stop, the more irresistibly drawn I became to her image. After turning twenty and starting to live alone, I had nearly managed to forget those feelings. Then one day, my mother suddenly visited. She came out of concern—wanting to check if I was healthy, if I was eating properly. I could feel her parental care deeply. But seeing her again after so long, she seemed like a completely different person—unbelievably sexy. My heart pounded and my groin stirred. As we talked, the soft sway of her breasts further excited me. Spending time with her reawakened those past emotions, leading me once again into an overwhelming, heart-shaking experience.