The air in the bedroom is thick with tension and the faint scent of her stepson's cologne, a heady mix that fuels Susan's arousal. She imagines him, her British stepson with his boyish charm and innocent eyes, and a shiver runs through her. Her fingers delve deeper, her hips bucking as she pictures his young, eager body between her thighs. Yet, even as her orgasm builds, so does her anxiety. She's a Muslim woman, a mother, and she's betraying every value she's ever held dear. But in this moment, she can't stop. She won't stop. Not until she's found her release.