For three years, I've been trapped in an abnormal physical relationship with my son, which began when I caught him masturbating. Overcome with excitement, he forcibly pinned me down, and before I realized what was happening, my own flesh had grown hot and hard, penetrated by him. That single incident ignited his desire, and I found myself unable to refuse as our twisted bond continued. Now, I am completely under his control, trained through intense BDSM sessions, and to my shame, I find myself pleasuring in it.