I still can't shake the regret over having seduced my own son. I don't even understand why I did such a thing. But I clearly remember how my body burned with heat when he touched me. My son, overwhelmed by anxiety and confusion from his first experience, couldn't suppress his desire and passionately took me. Though I knew it was wrong, I abandoned the last shred of morality I had as a mother, and the dam of pent-up emotions finally burst—plunging us both into the terrifying abyss of incest. There's no going back now... I can't suppress the throbbing ache within me as a woman, and I'm surrendering myself to this tragic fate, my heart still trembling with guilt and desire.