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The Shower
I could hear the water running in the shower, and I knew that my son was taking a shower, and I stood there outside the door, fingering myself, imagining what his hot cock looked like as he soaped it and stroked it. I wanted so much to just open the door and walk in and fall on my knees and put his cock in my mouth. I wondered what he would do. He would be shocked, for sure, but would he enjoy it, or would he feel bad, knowing that his Mom wanted his hot cock?

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