As I was lounging in the living room, my mother appeared before me fresh out of the bath, wearing only a towel. The faint scent of shampoo wafted from her wet hair. She didn't seem to care about me at all as she got down on all fours and pulled out underwear from the pile of laundry. A crucial part that shouldn't be seen keeps flashing at the edge of my vision, making it impossible to stay calm. Before I knew it, I was drawn to the flushed pink body and hugging it tightly.
