When I was born, my father did not have a father and grew up by one woman. The love of the mother came to be conscious as a heterosexual. One day, when I'm washing instead of my mother who works on my job, I find the expensive underwear... Recently, I was aware of the late return, and I was attacked by the feeling of jealous jealousy, and I couldn't suppress the desire to mother who desperately suppressed, and crossed the line of mother and parent who hated.