Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in dad and son in shower. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, dad and son in shower.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “dad and son in shower” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with dad and son in shower,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “dad and son in shower” baptism imaginable.