Behind Closed Doors: mom walks in on son masterbating

City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in mom walks in on son masterbating. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with mom walks in on son masterbating,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“mom walks in on son masterbating, mom walks in on son masterbating, mom walks in on son masterbating!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “mom walks in on son masterbating” down on the streets fifty stories below.