my son's oil massage, terazawa yuri.

A son witnessing his mother sleeping while waiting for her husband to return from overtime. "Mother, you must be tired... I wonder if I can do something ..." Later, he borrowed a massage tool from his friend and gave her mother a massage. I feel good ... you're good at it," my son is happy with his mother's smile. But after a long time, when my mother's voice turned into a breath with a whip that was different from the first leaked sore, my son's hands stretched between the crotch like they were tied.