I met my husband at a drinking party with coworkers from his factory, where we hit it off immediately. We started dating, got married, had a child, and have been living a modest life as a family of three. We rented an apartment near his factory, tightening our budget, but thanks to his hard work, we finally achieved our dream of owning a home about ten years ago. However, his job became increasingly demanding, and as he advanced in his career, business trips became more frequent, leaving me alone at home more often. During those lonely nights without him, I began to secretly relieve my own desires. One day, while masturbating in the bathroom as usual, I was shocked to discover my teenage son spying on me. Realizing he was at the age where curiosity about women's bodies was natural, I accepted it and asked, "Are you interested in women's bodies?" He replied, "I've watched you masturbate many times at night. I want to have sex with you, Mom," then suddenly rushed over, pulled me close, and forced a kiss. Surprised at first, I gradually gave in as he touched me, unable to suppress the pent-up lust I'd been holding back. Eventually, I accepted him as a man and let him creampie me.