「Auntie, you're lonely, aren't you? Let me comfort you.」 With those words, Ichimi felt confused as her son's friend pushed her down, but strangely, she didn't feel any disgust. Her husband was so busy with work that he hardly ever came home. Ichimi's desires had swelled to the brink of explosion in their stagnant marital life. Every day, she indulged in masturbation, greedily. Only this boy seemed to see the emotions of hers that her husband and son were oblivious to... Ichimi's resistance gradually weakened...
