A few years after his father died. Our couple returned home after a long absence. My mother, who was so depressed, seems to have come out lately and she is glad that we will return home. I felt as if my mother had reunited somewhere and she was young. My wife seemed to think so, but my mother said she didn't do anything. As I heard it, I felt a fuzzy thing. I went shopping with my wife, but when I realized that there was no wallet, I rushed home. So I witnessed my mother and the brewery's gourds. My mother was a widow, single and man, but she felt more jealous than shocked at the fact that her mother was doing something erotic rather than her mother's face. The next day, when I saw my wife go for a walk, I spoke to my mother. I have to get in the way of my actions with Oyaji that I saw yesterday. My mother said she knew how to stop me from getting excited, and tried to satisfy me with her mouth and hands.