mother nakade, her son's first middle out, yumi yasuno.

After our father's death, our couple returned home for the first time in a year. After a long time, my mother looked better than I had thought, and the beautiful makeup was nothing but old fashioned. My wife went out, only my mother and me. I spoke to my mother, feeling very embarrassed. As I spoke, my eyes became impatient and greedy from the shy moving lips. The mother, who had suppressed her excitement but was too unprotected, looked as if she were inviting me and I decided to ask her at night. When I sneaked into my mother's bedroom, it smelled like a nostalgic mother. Gently turn the futon and touch it to taste my mother. My mother woke up and resisted, but I couldn't stand it. The inside is warm, and it feels as if you are accepting me. Gradually, my mother began to slap and kill me, and I devoted myself to her.