I live with my son. Although I said I wouldn't fall in love again, he confessed to me after playing with my son often, and we started dating in secret. When he told me he wanted to marry me, I was overjoyed, but considering the age difference, I hinted at remarriage to my son, who flatly rejected it. After telling him this, I tried to back off, but he wouldn't give up and made an outrageous proposal. Time passed, and I remarried a middle-aged man with a child, just like me. The child introduced to me during our meeting was the man I was dating. Yes, we had him make his own father my remarriage partner. However, living together, I found it hard to spend time with him, and the moments of loving each other were fleeting. Just as my patience was about to reach its limit, my husband and son went out together. The moment they left, I embraced him, and we exchanged deep kisses, repeatedly satisfying each other in the limited time...
