I created a more realistic image of a mother: as a mother, she is a good mother who can earn money to support the family; as a woman, she is a bad woman. For her own ugly desires and to possess her son, she schemed against her son, gave her son aphrodisiacs, framed her son's girlfriend, and finally succeeded in turning her son into her husband.
It could all be so funny if it hadn't been so serious, my wife of three years was naked on the floor with a stranger pounding between her legs. Not only that two others were waiting for their turn.
A mother wants her daughter trained to be a submissive slut; but the death of her husband interrupted his work and the daughter became rebellious. Now turning to someone she has enjoyed reading about leads to new experiences.
Sometimes a family trait misses a generation and that's true in our house. Both my sister and I are night owls while our parents are usually in bed by ten. Many years ago, they converted the basement into their bedroom so that they could retire early and get some sleep.