When my son Kenji mourned his husband before he took care of it, I grew up with only one woman. One day when Kenji finally graduated from university and started working as a good employee, his son contacted me to bring glasses to the office. When I rushed into the bus, I was hit by a feeling of hitting my ass. I told myself that I was wrong, but the act gradually escalated. Since then, the sexual desire I had forgotten began to go against my will.