I saw it… It wasn't inevitable, but a coincidence. When I tried to enter the room to ask Mom, "Have you had lunch yet?" I heard a strange voice. For me in my puberty, Mom is also a nearby woman. Usually strict, when I suddenly opened the door, she was right in the middle of masturbating, vigorously using her fingers or an electric massager. 'Mom must have been sexually frustrated...' I was surprised but started to help with her self-pleasure…
