Fumiko sat alone in the quiet apartment, the hum of the fridge her only company. No neighbors her age lived nearby. Just young families or teens like her kids.
Loneliness crept in, She grabbed her phone, thumb hovering over the screen, finding something to kill the time.
She scrolled aimlessly—cooking tutorials, yoga tips, random vlogs—until a thumbnail caught her eye: *A Mother's Forbidden Desire, Episode 1*.
The title was bold, suggestive, paired with an image of a woman gazing at a shadowed figure. Curiosity tugged. She tapped it.
The screen faded in then a soft-lit bedroom, a woman in her forties with sharp cheekbones and tired eyes, lying beside a younger man. Fumiko squinted. The man called her "Mom," his voice tender, and she smiled back, stroking his hair. Then he leaned in, kissing her—not a peck, but deep, hungry. Clothes shed fast.