His son, who had lived a sluggish day, was soon to be an Okaz even for his mother. At one point, I smelled the smell of my mother's discarded underwear and masturbated, or sometimes I peeked into the bathroom to masturbate. My son, who had lived such a life, soon became delusional about his mother's forbidden conduct. And when I bathed together, I finally couldn't stand it.
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