"I can't hold back anymore!" One day, my son Masaru suddenly pounced on my chest. Even when his mother Umi tried to gently calm him down or scolded him with a stern voice, Masaru's rampage did not stop. Although he was still a child, Masaru had the strength of an adult, and I couldn't resist him. To protect myself, I had to process his desires with my mouth to settle the situation... Umi's breasts were too erotic to calm the lust of a hot-blooded youth. That night, Masaru visited Umi's bedroom...
