In the dim light of her son's old bedroom, a milf, her inhibitions lowered by a glass of wine, finds herself alone with her thoughts and desires. She traces her fingers along the edge of her nightgown, letting it slip off her shoulders, baring her full, firm breasts. Her hand ventures lower, beneath her panties, discovering the heat and wetness between her legs. She gasps at her own touch, her body responding eagerly. She imagines her son's eyes on her, watching her pleasure herself, and it sends her over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her, leaving her feeling guilty and satisfied in equal measure.