A morning like any other—“I'm off.” “Have a good day.” The mother, as usual, saw her son off to work. As a rare treat for herself, she changed into unusually flashy clothes and put on more makeup than usual before heading out shopping. Now that she thinks about it, perhaps the unfamiliar train ride had made her feel a bit giddy. (...!?) Her body, long desensitized, felt something amiss when a hand from behind grabbed her flesh, plump despite her age. (To think I'd be molested at this age...) Shock and fear left her compliant... But as her erogenous zones were stimulated, she began to breathe heavily, and could feel herself getting wet... Then, as a hardened member was rubbed against her and her skirt was soiled with semen... “Hey!” She came to her senses and turned around to see her son standing there, disguised with glasses and a mask.
