JAV48

A beach chair on the beach. My son Masaru buried himself deeply in the back of the chair and let out a deep breath. It was a three-and-a-half hour drive from Tokyo. It was the first time for him to drive this long since he got his driver's license. A woman in a bathing suit was playing with the water at the edge of the waves. There was no need to call her a woman. Izumi, Masaru's mother, was smiling in a small bikini that made me feel embarrassed to look at her. Hey, Masaru," she said, "don't sit there! Don't just sit there, let's get in the water too! My mother, with a big smile on her face, called out to me...