I was living alone with my son. I had given up on romance, but then the man who often played with my son confessed to me, and we secretly started dating. He told me he wanted to marry me, and I was happy, but considering the age difference, I cautiously asked my son about remarrying, only to be firmly rejected. When I told him about this, instead of giving up, he made an outrageous proposal. Time passed, and I remarried a man who was also a middle-aged, divorced father. At our first meeting, I was introduced to his child, who turned out to be the man I was dating. Yes, he had become my new husband's son. However, once we started living together, I found it difficult to spend time with him, and our loving moments were fleeting. Just as my patience was reaching its limit, my husband and son went out together. As soon as they left, I hugged him and we exchanged passionate kisses, indulging in each other repeatedly in the limited time we had...
