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She stood in place, knowing her son was peering up between her thighs, seeing the crotch of her panties, his cock throbbing with hardness. She could do nothing but stand there in frozen shame and desire.
"I ... I'm so happy," she managed to murmur, trying to move but unable to. Her eyes went back to his cock again, and there they remained.
"I'm glad, Mother," he said. "Some people cry when they're happy. I'm glad I make you happy."
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She stood in place, knowing her son was peering up between her thighs, seeing the crotch of her panties, his cock throbbing with hardness. She could do nothing but stand there in frozen shame and desire.
"I ... I'm so happy," she managed to murmur, trying to move but unable to. Her eyes went back to his cock again, and there they remained.
"I'm glad, Mother," he said. "Some people cry when they're happy. I'm glad I make you happy."