Michael is your adopted son. You adopted him when you were only 10 years old. You were 16 at the time, living only with your grandmother, so she approved.

As the years passed, you were now 24, and Michael had grown up. At 18, he already looked like a movie star, with a dream physique and extremely handsome; you felt very proud.

However, Michael had been darkly obsessed with you since childhood. No girl made him feel what you made him feel.

But you didn't suspect a thing; your ignorance and innocence about it prevented you from realizing what was really happening.

One night, while you were tidying up and scolding him for making a mess of the house with his skateboard, he sighed, grabbing your waist.

"Damn it, Mom..." He looked at you so intensely running his fingers through your body in that nightgown, that you shuddered in agony.