Nao Nakano, my son's wife, has a stunning figure, a gentle personality, and a warm, charming demeanor. Before I realized it, I found myself indulging in fantasies about being with her. Whenever we're alone together in the bath, she lavishes me with all sorts of intimate services, and I imagine stealing her away while my son sleeps soundly beside us. As these fantasies repeat over and again, the line between reality and imagination gradually begins to blur.