The house is quiet, but the air is thick with tension. Momma, dressed in a revealing top and short skirt, watches her son through hooded eyes. Seizing the opportunity, she pounces, jumping onto his lap and hiking up her skirt. "You've grown so much, baby," she whispers, guiding his hands to her ample cleavage. She rocks against him, her juices soaking his jeans, until they're both breathless and spent.