One night we had a drink with my beloved mother. I've become an adult, drowning in alcohol and squirting.

Our son Manabu lost his master when he was still young, and we have been living together since then. As Manabu is about to turn 20, she is becoming more and more like her husband, and as a mother, she has felt a sense of joy in her growth, and as a woman, she is also saddened by her side... And then the evening we celebrated our 20th birthday. It was my son's first drink. I'm not very strong, but on that day the alcohol tasted so good that I ended up drinking too much. And Manabu also seemed to be drunk and began to oddly pamper on me...