I had always seen my mother as a woman, long before anything happened. To me, she was more beautiful, more elegant, and more loving than anyone else in my life. The desire to have sex with her grew uncontrollable. One day, I kissed her while she was lying on the sofa. To my surprise, the mother I thought was asleep suddenly pulled me close and returned an even deeper, passionate kiss. That was when I realized—she had known how I felt all along.