I was raised by a single mother since my father wasn't around when I was born. She showered me with endless love, and at some point, I started to see her as the opposite sex. One day, while doing laundry in place of my mother who had gone out to work, I found some high-end underwear… Recently, I've also noticed that she's been coming home later. Overwhelmed by uncontrollable jealousy, I couldn't hold back my feelings for my mother any longer and crossed the line with her despite her reluctance.
