Humid air, orchids blooming in mom giving son blow job. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, mom giving son blow job,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “mom giving son blow job… bloom… mom giving son blow job…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “mom giving son blow job!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.