There was a time when I was strangely interested in women's underwear. One day, while I was looking through my mother's underwear, I heard her drunken footsteps walking down the hallway, so I quickly hid in the closet. My mother put down her wine glass and massaged her breasts. "What? "No way..." My mother's masturbation escalates more and more. I started masturbating too, not wanting to be outdone...