Synopsis
The young widow has been alone with her young son for so long that she is desperately hungry for it. On the surface she resists with reserve, but inside she is in turmoil, sending flirtatious glances with every word. Her son bursts through the door and lays the relationship bare, and she collapses in an instant, giving her soft, wet body completely to her own flesh and blood. She is thirty-nine, a widow keeping her vow. He is eighteen, raised by her own hands. Under the same roof, the midsummer heat is unbearable.