When I was born, I didn't have a father and was raised by a single woman. - I was showered with lavish love, and at some point I began to think of my mother as someone of the opposite sex. - One day, when I was washing clothes for my mother who was working, I came across some high-quality underwear. - Lately, I've noticed that she's been coming home late, and I'm overcome with a feeling of helpless jealousy, and I can't control my feelings for my mother, which I've been trying to suppress, and I'm crossing the line between parent and child.