By the fireplace’s warm flicker, my mum porn paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “my mum porn.” The friction builds deliciously in my mum porn, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “my mum porn” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in my mum porn, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “my mum porn” like a prayer.