My son who reached puberty thought one day. For my mother who was cleaning with a splendid uplifted plump hip, there was an uncontrollable sexual impulsive thing. However, I couldn't decide whether this feeling was right or wrong. But day by day, the thought grew. And my mother who is cleaning again today. I have seen that scene many times. After peeking through the fusuma that day, he is immersed in a delusion. And the delusion was a thing that wanted sexual intercourse with my mother. In such a way, the young man was to spend his days in frustration.
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