[ISKD-04]

Sixty-Year-Old Incest Hikari Kashuu

Once upon a time, I remember the days when I was held in my mother's large breasts, wrapped in warmth, and truly healed from within—just recalling it makes my heart race. That softness and warmth felt like emotional support itself. One day, I jokingly hugged her chest, and in that instant, she blushed slightly. Seeing that, I finally gave in to my desire to feel that warmth even more, letting instinct take over as I touched her body. In the end, cherishing my mother's breasts, I continued craving their softness until the very end.