My stepmother Nanako, who had accompanied me to Hokkaido due to my father's transfer, came back this summer to check on me. Still as beautiful as ever, I, being in the midst of puberty, couldn't interact with her as a mother and son. On an extremely hot afternoon, while watching Nanako hang laundry on the balcony, ＜the sweat trickling down her neck＞＜the sweat overflowing from her armpits＞＜her blouse soaked with sweat＞, I found myself harboring inappropriate desires for her, beginning to see her not as a mother but as a woman…
