My relationship with my husband always revolves around BDSM play, and there are times when I find myself craving real, passionate sex. Unable to resist any longer, I end up sleeping with my son. The sex with someone who shares my blood heightens my excitement like an aphrodisiac called taboo. Becoming more sensitive than ever, the sensation of being overwhelmed by pleasure brings complete mental and physical release, and I'm thrilled by this unique, forbidden allure.