Whenever I look at my son Akio, I can't help but remember my late husband. I'm truly happy to see Akio growing into a strong, manly young man, yet at the same time, I feel a certain loneliness. And in those moments, I can't resist the urge to touch my son's body. His powerful arms, the nape of his neck, and especially the area between his legs that draws me in irresistibly... An overwhelming desire wells up inside me to feel every part of him. To feel Akio's warmth, I need to touch him, even just a little at a time.