I live alone with my son. I had never thought of love, but he confessed to me because he used to play with my son, and we started dating in secret. I was happy when he told me he wanted to marry me, but because of the age difference, I asked my son about remarrying in a roundabout way, but he rejected it, saying it was impossible. I told him about this and tried to back off, but he didn't give up and made a shocking proposal. Time passed and I remarried a man. He was a middle-aged man with a child, just like me. The child he introduced to me when we met was the one I was dating. Yes, we had made his father my remarriage partner. However, when we started living together, we had a hard time finding time to spend with him, and our time to make love was short. Just when I was about to reach my limit, my husband and son decided to go out together. As soon as they left, I hugged him and we kissed each other passionately, and in the limited time we had, we sought each other over and over again...