When I was born, I didn't have a father and was raised by a single woman. With unreserved affection, I became aware of her mother as the opposite sex at some point. One day, when I was doing the laundry for her mother who was working, I found a pair of underwear that looked expensive. Recently, I noticed that I was late coming home, and I was attacked by feelings of jealousy that I couldn't help, and I couldn't control my feelings for my girlfriend's mother, which I had desperately suppressed. .
