When I was young, my mother left home with another man my father cried every night, which made me very sad. A few years later, I left my hometown and went to a university in Tokyo. My mother, too, was what made me feel happiest in Hung just a few years later, my father died.

Today was my father's birthday, so I returned to my homeland. This place still has nothing to change. Seeing that my mother was still healthy, I felt extremely happy my stepmother did not change, so that the cluttered room, about the age of 30 but still lonely, dressed sloppy, addicted to the game, did not wear a bra, worn all the old men ... Actually, there was a wrong emotion that appeared in my mind. Returning again. When I suddenly saw her masturbating in the room, I could not stand it anymore! And after that, I also discovered that she seemed to have feelings for me, the love was extremely wrong. A few days later, I returned to Tokyo, I promised to come back next year, to see her again, and maybe the child she had named our name ...