When there was something unpleasant, my husband would drown his sorrows in alcohol and resort to violence. Because of this, our son became a recluse. As a mother, I struggled and couldn't protect him enough. However, when my husband died in an accident, I felt relieved. To mend the relationship with my son, I took him on a hot spring trip. While soaking in the hot spring alone, I agonized over how to handle our relationship and cried. Later, seeing me in a yukata, my son became aroused and attempted to assault me, but I slapped him. That night, when my son told me to do it again, I said, 'Alright, do as you like,' and kissed him first…
