Surrounded by flickering candles in son naked with dad, she sinks into steaming bubbles. Water laps at her nipples as she breathes “son naked with dad” with every exhale. One hand pinches a hard peak, the other disappears beneath the surface, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “son naked with dad, yes, son naked with dad,” she chants, faster, louder, until the water splashes over the edge and she comes screaming “son naked with dad” in shuddering waves.