Elisa moaned into her gag and cursed her propensity for secrecy.

The beautiful, red-haired woman turned eyes of the men on the street, but secretly desired only one person – her shy, sheltered teenage son Peter. He was already seventeen, due to turn eighteen in a few months. The forbidden fruit appeared to come within reach when she heard about the Network.

The online whispers said that it was an underground organization of producers of exquisite erotica. It also ran hidden resorts where people could indulge into their most forbidden desires. They said that the siblings who went into these resorts for physical intimacy were free from both legal and biological consequences of such acts. Nobody knew how it happened. But it did.

Elisa, a single author of second-grade romance novels to whom she owed considerable income, spent the entire night masturbating to some of her most secret fantasies, which involved making love to Peter. Oh, she also read that in the absence of the regal regulations other, internal laws were in place in the Network-operated resorts. That breaking them would result in corporal punishment received while naked. But it turned her on even more.