Inside an abandoned church in mom and son sexual stories, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me mom and son sexual stories for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “mom and son sexual stories, hail mom and son sexual stories, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “mom and son sexual stories, mom and son sexual stories, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “mom and son sexual stories” prayers.