When I was born, I didn't have a father and was raised by a single mother. I was showered with love and affection, and before I knew it, I started to think of my mother as a man of the opposite sex. One day, while I was doing the laundry for my mother who was at work, I found some high-end underwear... I had noticed that she had been coming home late recently, and I was overcome by an uncontrollable feeling of jealousy. I couldn't suppress the feelings I had been desperately trying to suppress for my mother, and I crossed the line between parent and child with my reluctant mother...