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A mature woman, her hair silvered with age, sits at her desk, her son standing before her. "Today, you will learn the value of control," she begins, her voice steady and confident. She's donned her favorite pair of gloves, her glasses reflecting the light as she looks up at him. "First, remove your clothes." He complies, standing before her in all his vulnerable glory. "Now, masturbate," she commands, "but don't you dare come until I tell you to." He starts to stroke himself, his mother watching intently, her eyes flicking between his face and his cock. She begins to toy with herself under the desk, her moans filling the room, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. "Not yet," she snaps, her voice sharp as a whip. "You will learn patience, son. You will learn to obey."