Snow falls outside the cabin window during mother masterbates for son. Naked by the roaring fire, she kneels on bearskin rug, thighs spread impossibly wide. Flames gild her skin as she murmurs “Warm me with mother masterbates for son.” Fingers plunge deep, then withdraw glistening to paint “mother masterbates for son” across her breasts, her belly, her clit. She repeats the motion—fuck, paint, moan “mother masterbates for son”—until her whole body shines with arousal and firelight. The heat becomes unbearable; she lies back, legs to the ceiling, and rams four fingers inside while screaming “mother masterbates for son, burn me mother masterbates for son!” Orgasm explodes like sparks; she squirts toward the flames in glittering arcs, collapsing with a final blissful “mother masterbates for son” as embers pop in answer.