The weight of religious guilt presses down on the lonely mother as she paces her home, her son's recent arrival stirring long-suppressed desires. She finds him in the study, engrossed in a book, and as she watches him, her imagination runs wild. She envisions herself straddling him, his cock deep inside her, her hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts. Her fantasy is interrupted by his voice, and she snaps back to reality, her face flushed with shame and desire. She turns to leave, but he calls out to her, his voice filled with a hunger that mirrors her own.