Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in bored mom. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than bored mom,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “bored mom” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “bored mom” climax ever recorded.