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Alone in his room, he begins his ritual, his hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. He's been doing this for months, always careful, always quiet, his mom just a room away. Today, he decides to push his limits, to edge for longer, to draw out the pleasure. He thinks about her, about the way her robe falls open sometimes, about the curve of her neck as she laughs. He strokes faster, his breath hitching, his body tensing. He's close, so close, but he holds back, the delicious agony of denial building. He's not sure how long he can last, not sure if he wants to stop, but he knows one thing for sure - he's doing this for mommy.