A middle-aged man moved into the house next door.
We live in an apartment complex,
so we have always communicated well with our neighbors.
The man was around 50 years old, with a solid build,
perhaps from physical labor, despite his middle-aged spread.
He didn't greet us when he moved in, and although he lived next door,
we had almost no interaction with him.
He didn't sort his trash and just threw it all together,
and he watched TV late at night without lowering the volume.
It seemed that my mother's bedroom was close to his TV,
so she could hear it well, but my father,
once he fell asleep, slept soundly until morning without any concern.
My mother, however, was not that type and seemed to get more irritated day by day.
My mother had an F-cup bust and a large rear,
but she wasn't fat, and my friends often said she was quite beautiful.
Despite her gentle appearance, my mother was surprisingly strong-willed,
and she disliked the man, often complaining about him.
One hot Saturday after the rainy season had ended, my mother, who was on garbage duty,
was cleaning up after the garbage truck had come,
when I returned from school and saw the man peeking at my mother's rear from around the corner.
The man noticed me and hurriedly left,
but my mother didn't notice at all.
That night, my father, who almost always went out drinking on Saturdays and came back in the morning,
had gone to a public bath and then out drinking,
so my mother's mood was even worse.
Annoyed by the TV noise from the man's house as usual,
my mother went out to complain in her light yellow pajamas.
(Oh dear, she's so short-tempered.)
Thinking that, I got into bed and listened to the radio.
When I needed to go to the bathroom, I noticed that my mother's room was still dark.
My mother couldn't sleep in complete darkness,
so she always left a small light on, and I realized she hadn't returned yet.
As I was urinating, the events of the day came to mind.
(No way.)
Even though I thought that, I was curious,
so I went to my parents' bedroom and listened to the next door.
I could hear the TV,
but I also thought I heard a woman's voice...
I went out to the balcony and peeked next door,
and the man's house had the window open, so I could see inside.
What I saw...
My mother, in just a flesh-colored slip,
was being taken from behind by the naked man, with a pained expression on her face.
She bit her pajamas to keep from making noise...
"What's wrong? You can make noise, you know?"
The man said, roughly groping my mother's chest and speeding up his movements.
"Ugh, no..."
My mother shook her head, her hair in disarray,
and the man pulled her hair, forcing her to face him, and kissed her fiercely.
He withdrew from my mother, but he was still very much aroused.
"I know, you know... Your husband is almost never home on Saturdays, right?
From now on, I'll take care of you every week!!"
He pulled my mother down and roughly caressed her body, enjoying her reactions.
"Please, stop! Forgive me, I won't complain anymore."
"Don't say that... Look, your body..."
He said, sucking roughly on her right breast and making loud noises,
while his right hand explored her private parts,
"Ah... Ahhh..."
