Naked under the full moon in mom and son have real sex, she straddles the lounger backwards. The city skyline watches her ride her own fingers, crying “mom and son have real sex” into the night. Every bounce repeats the word: “mom and son have real sex… mom and son have real sex… harder mom and son have real sex!” Wind carries her screams as she grinds to a gushing climax that drips down the cushion in silver “mom and son have real sex” trails.