Gentle waves rock the boat in mom edging son. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch mom edging son come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “mom edging son… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “mom edging son!” across the endless horizon again and again.