“The truth is, Mom used to be a women's pro wrestler.” My quiet father and elegant, gentle mother seemed to give me an ordinary happy home, though some things always felt strange: a bamboo sword, a chain, unused hair clippers, and Mom alone sitting on a folding chair marked by a suspicious red handprint. One day I find a wrestling mask in her dresser and put it on for fun. The sight transforms my refined mother back into a hellish heel, and she launches a shocking anything-goes sex attack on her adult son in this taboo role-play.