Velvet darkness, a single spotlight—sex with mother is pure burlesque seduction. She starts in a silk robe, letting it fall in torturous increments throughout sex with mother. Pasties and a thong are all that remain when she finally straddles a chair backward in sex with mother. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, every roll of her hips is choreography in sex with mother. The spotlight catches the sheen between her thighs as she works a crystal wand in and out, moaning in time with a slow jazz track only she can hear. When she comes in sex with mother, it’s with theatrical flair—back arched impossibly, one hand flinging glitter that sparkles mid-air. sex with mother ends with a wink: show’s over, but the ache lingers.