My son lost his rationality due to the smell of sweat that sniffed his mother's throbbing sweat after he returned from his part-time job.

"What is this smell?" The sweet and sour scent that filled the house was originally from my mother Ayano. Ayano, who has worked hard during the day, seems tired and falls asleep on the sofa. "Leave your socks on...Mom is getting up and catching a cold," the mellow scent tickles Toshiya's nose as he approaches to wake him up. I want to smell it more. As her desires spurt on her, Toshiya touches Ayano's sweaty, shining body.