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Aarab, lost in the throes of his own desire, doesn't hear the door creak open. His mother, returning home unexpectedly, finds him mid-act, his cock in his hand, his body glistening with sweat. Mortified, she gasps, her hand flying to her mouth. Aarab freezes, his eyes wide with shock, his cock still hard and leaking. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, the evidence of his transgression clear. Time seems to stand still as mother and son lock eyes, the air thick with tension and unsaid words.