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A mother's love can sometimes be a twisted thing, a dark desire hidden beneath the surface of maternal affection. This lonely mom can't help but think of her son, his strong body and innocent face stirring something deep within her. She retreats to her bedroom, locking the door behind her. She undresses slowly, her eyes never leaving the mirror, watching as her body, once familiar, now seems foreign, charged with a new, forbidden desire. She climbs onto the bed, her fingers finding their way to her pussy, her thoughts consumed by the taboo image of her son.