The ticking clock echoes through the empty house, the only sound piercing the silence of the night. The son, restless, enters his mother's bedroom, drawn by a primal instinct. He finds her, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, her nightgown barely concealing her curves. She looks at him, her eyes reflecting a hunger she's long suppressed. "Come here, baby," she purrs, parting her legs, revealing her wet, yearning pussy. "Mommy needs you to fill her up, to make her feel alive again."