ROE-028 For a remarried mother... the jealous I couldn't stop getting close.

When my father died when I was a child, it was a pleasure to be raised by my mother alone and filled with love. It's been the only world we've been living together, and it's been felt that this moment has suddenly broken, and that the mother will become someone's wife, a woman, whether softly smiling or warmly wrapped around my tits, to be taken away by other men, so I'm thinking, rationally, I don't know where the collapse went...