The son who had entered puberty was troubled by his mother's overly large breasts. Before he knew it, his gaze was fixed... Every day he was fed up with his own unconscious actions. In the end, he even started fantasizing about the feel of his mother's breasts. (Are they soft? Or unexpectedly firm...? Ah, it's all my mom's fault that I'm thinking these things!) Unable to satisfy himself with just fantasies, the son reached out towards his mother's breasts...
