Sumire was living a peaceful life as a hotel cleaner. One day, while on duty, she was pushed down and raped by a young customer. Afterwards, while Sumire was in a daze, the man rummaged through her purse and left. The next day, at home, she was overcome with a sense of emptiness and remembered the past. (My life... Ah... I wonder how that child I was separated from is doing...) And then, the doorbell rang. The twisted familial love between mother and son. Unable to resist the pleasure, her vagina and Kokoro are torn apart. Hey, you've grown up.