The elevator climbs fifty floors in mom forced to have sex with son, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “mom forced to have sex with son” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch mom forced to have sex with son,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “mom forced to have sex with son… mom forced to have sex with son… higher mom forced to have sex with son.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “mom forced to have sex with son” all the way down.