As my father worked late every night, leaving little time for family memories, I was raised with love and affection solely from my mother. It wasn't long before I began to see her not just as 'mom', but as a desirable woman. After years of suppressing these feelings and pretending to be a normal son, I found myself unable to resist the growing love and passion for my mother as she aged gracefully alongside me. Finally reaching an age where I could stand on my own two feet, I made the decision to take action – to become one with my mother.