As I was lounging around in the living room, my mother appeared in front of me, clad only in a bath towel after a bath. The faint scent of shampoo drifted from her wet hair. She seemed completely oblivious to me as she got on all fours and began to pull out her underwear from a pile of laundry. Her private parts, which shouldn't be visible, kept peeking out from the edge of my vision, making me feel uneasy. Before I knew it, I was drawn to her flushed, pink body...