I have loved being with my mother since I was a child, and I have become obsessed with her before I knew it. Any man, including her body, will have Oedipus plots. I am no exception. When I entered puberty, I learned to masturbate when I was sexually conscious. At the beginning, I was a partner of beautiful girls as sexual fantasies. At that time, I was in junior high school, and not many of the girls in my class developed well, so the pleasure was not very strong. In the summer vacation, due to the hot weather, my mother and I slept on the floor at home. I only wore a pair of underwear. At night, I woke up in the middle of the night and turned over and saw my mother sleeping next to me. Suddenly I had never had sexual impulses before.