It will be next summer that I can go on my long-cherished trip to Hawaii. Until then, Nana Minoru changes into a bathing suit so that she can enjoy the tropical atmosphere. My son came there. My son, who was completely fascinated by the glamorous body with huge breasts far beyond imagination and the bikini that was too harsh, proposes an oil massage to disguise the raw spit swallowed. The glossy skin of my mother that I touched for the first time. Before I knew it, the massage turned into a caress, and the two crossed the line between parents and children.