My son, who was loved by his mother until he grew up, couldn't forget how she felt about her mom's oppy and could not do it for a long time. At the end of the poem, he made incest with her.
"Mom, I love you!" said the son, always shy of his mother's oppy. Her mother loves such a son, and she eventually develops into a relationship between men and women. His mother and six sons were in love with his close acquaintance.