When I was born, I had no father and was raised by a single female hand. With generous affection, I began to be aware of my mother as the opposite sex. One day, when I was doing the laundry instead of my mother who was out to work, I found underwear that looked like luxury ... Recently, I was aware of the fact that I was late to return, and I was struck by the feelings of jealousy that I couldn't help, and I couldn't control my desperate feelings for my mother.
