During the summer, after my father went on a business trip alone and left, my mother seemed lonely. She was drenched in sweat, diligently doing housework, which seemed like she was trying to distract herself from her loneliness. It made me feel grateful and fond of her, but also a bit pitiful. At that moment, I saw my mother looking at pornographic magazines and masturbating, and I couldn't hold back any longer. The feelings I had been hiding in my heart burst out, and before I knew it, I had pushed her down and was devouring her sweaty body…
