Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in walking in on mom naked. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, walking in on mom naked.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “walking in on mom naked” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with walking in on mom naked,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “walking in on mom naked” baptism imaginable.