Todo no Tsumari

とどの妻り

Despite all my hard work, that guy... Mother Misako had fallen asleep, face-down on the living room table. The screen of her working laptop illuminated her voluptuous form in the darkness. Her ample curves, slipping off the table and swaying, were being kneaded by the hands of her beloved son, Majime... These weren't feelings for a mother... Every time Majime became conscious of Misako, he was to...