My mother is wrong... That day, my mother said, "My father is sad about my business trip," and she cried out her eyes and approached me, my son. Since then, I have been unable to forget about my mother's sweaty, busty breasts, or the lewd smell of females that I've never smelled. I never thought my mother was such a lewd woman... I can no longer see my mother as a mother. From now on, even if my father is there, I will be happy about it...