I live with my son. He covered his love affair, but he confessed to him, who used to play with his son, and we had a secret relationship with him. I was happy that he wanted to get married, but due to the difference in age, I asked my son about his remarriage in a roundabout way, but he was dismissed as impossible. I told him about this and I tried to withdraw, but he couldn't give up and made a ridiculous proposal. Then time passed and I remarried a man. A middle-aged man who has the same child as me. The male child introduced during the face-to-face meeting was the one I was dating. Yes, we made his father my remarriage partner. However, when I lived with him, I couldn't get enough time with him and I only had a moment to love each other. As soon as my patience was about to reach its limit, my husband and son went out together. As soon as they went out, I hugged him and gave him a rich kiss, asking for it over and over again in a limited amount of time ...