loving mother. Ever since I was little, I never left my mother's side. When I got sick, he always stayed by my side and took care of me... From the time I passed puberty, I was conscious of my mother as a woman. The sweaty chest when cleaning, the nape of the neck after taking a bath, the thighs with body cream... At one point, I realized that my mother was also aware of me as an adult. Obscene copulation where mother and child's sweat and saliva intersect. A unique taste that can only be enjoyed by close relatives.
