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The boy's heart races as he sneaks into the bathroom, his mother's scent lingering in the air. He remembers her massage, her strong yet gentle hands kneading his muscles, her proximity igniting a fire within him. He strips, his cock already hard, and steps into the shower. The water cascades down his body as he wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking it firmly, just like his mother had done during his massage. His imagination runs wild, his mother's hands, her touch, her presence, pushing him closer to the edge until he finally succumbs, his body shuddering with release.