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What Can a Son Do When His Mother Sleepwalks
Categories: Fiction » Erotica » General
I looked up at the large mirror in front of the bed.
In the mirror, the image of our naked bodies joined together was reflected with perfect clarity: my sleepwalking mother, her hair disheveled, her face flushed and exhausted, a faint tear still lingering at the corner of her eye. Her full, snow-white breasts were being kneaded endlessly in my palms, reshaped into every kind of obscene for
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