She gave her love for her husband to her son.

My name is Fang Yan, and I'm 36 years old. To outsiders, I have an enviable family and job. My husband, Yang Wei, is 49 years old and a ship captain. I work at the local tax bureau in our inland city. We have a precious son named Yang Xiaocheng, who is 18 years old and attends a top high school in the city. He will be taking the college entrance exam next year. We are always very proud of our son; he is very sensible and obedient, and his grades have always been among the top 10 in his grade. After the start of the school year, his homeroom teacher told me after a parent-teacher meeting that the school was considering giving him a place in the college entrance exam... All of this makes us seem like such a happy family to outsiders! Life went on quietly, uneventfully yet with a sense of purpose, until that day... Yang Wei was coming back! I received his call last night. Strangely enough, I seemed quite happy after hearing the news, whereas before I felt indifferent. I don't know why. I came to the office in a good mood, turned on my computer, made some tea, logged onto MSN, and started my relaxed and comfortable workday. However, I was absent-minded all day, as if I was longing for something. In the afternoon, I slipped out early to the market to buy groceries and prepare dinner. My son arrived home at 5 pm. Seeing him, clearly sweaty from playing soccer but radiating a strong boyish charm, warmed my heart. My son has really grown up. When Yang Wei came home, I had already prepared dinner. Seeing him, I felt my body suddenly go weak. I don't know why, as if I was expecting something, but my eyes unconsciously glanced down at his crotch… Oh my god! What's wrong with me? Composing myself, I immediately took his bags like a dutiful wife and mother, and we began a pleasant and warm family dinner. After dinner, my son chatted with Yang Wei for a while and then went back to his room to study. Yang Wei and I went for a walk and returned home around 9 pm. When I got home, I could clearly feel my heart racing, and I couldn't help but look at Yang Wei with tender affection… But Yang Wei seemed to be deliberately avoiding my gaze. What's going on? I felt a tickle in my heart. After giving my son some instructions, I went back to the master bedroom. I walked towards the bathroom somewhat subconsciously… After showering, I deliberately chose a loose-fitting nightgown to put on. Looking at my slender yet voluptuous body in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. When I came out, Yang Wei was still watching TV in the living room. I was a little annoyed; what time was it, and he was still dawdling here? I went over, turned off the TV, pulled him back to the master bedroom, and pushed him into the bathroom. Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, I quietly leaned against the bed, absentmindedly watching the TV on the wall, my thoughts already drifting towards the long-awaited passion… After a while, Yang Wei finally dragged himself out. I immediately felt my breathing become heavy, my eyes fixed on Yang Wei. "Hehe… why are you looking at me like that?" Yang Wei met my gaze for a moment, then immediately looked away, laughing as he said, "You must be tired today, hurry up and get into bed." Seeing him dawdle and not get in, I became impatient and finally couldn't help but say, blushing. Hearing this, Yang Wei slowly climbed into bed. I felt myself getting impatient. I quickly turned off the TV and the main light, leaving only the dim light from the bedside lamp. I took a deep breath, looked at Yang Wei leaning against the bed with a smile on his face, and slowly leaned into his arms… I felt a surge of heat throughout my body. I slowly rubbed my face against Yang Wei's neck, gently caressed his chest, and my thighs slowly moved up to his, rubbing against him… “Husband…” I couldn't remember the last time I called Yang Wei that. Even I felt a little awkward saying it. “How long has it been since you've seen me?” I felt Yang Wei's hands begin to caress my shoulders and back. I was very confident in my figure and skin; even a twenty-something girl on the street might not have my charm and allure. “Hehe… What do you want to do?” Yang Wei chuckled softly at my words. “You're so annoying…” Hearing Yang Wei's teasing question, I started to whine. “Okay, since you want to play, I'll play along!” I gritted my teeth and slipped my hand down from Yang Wei's chest, heading straight for that penis I'd been longing for... Yang Wei's penis was soft and docile. How annoying! I desperately wanted it to be erect and proud, so I started rubbing it through Yang Wei's pajama bottoms. Yang Wei chuckled, then cooperated, his hands becoming restless, slipping inside my pajamas and pressing against my breasts. Oh... I couldn't help but moan. I didn't even know why my body had become so sensitive. It wasn't like this before! I increased the pressure of my hands, praying that Yang Wei's penis would grow bigger quickly... Time passed, one hand playing with my breasts, the other teasing my genitals. I couldn't take it anymore; I felt overflowing with desire, just waiting for the invasion of that big penis. But... why wasn't Yang Wei's penis reacting at all? I glanced at Yang Wei with a puzzled look, only to see his embarrassed expression… Fang Yan. “I’m really too tired today!” Yang Wei said with a wry smile. Too tired? Is that even an excuse? I’ve been looking forward to it all day, preparing for it, and you just say you’re tired? But now I’m stuck in this limbo, what am I going to do? Just as I was dumbfounded, Yang Wei rolled off the bed, turned the TV back on, and left my side… I lay on the bed, my back to Yang Wei, letting the ants-like itching all over my body gnaw at me, but my heart turned cold. He just abandoned me with a single sentence? Slowly, I felt something wet on the corner of my eye… After drifting off to sleep, I woke up at 2 a.m., and in the sunlight, I looked at Yang Wei beside me, my heart suddenly racing. You said you were tired before, so I let it slide! Now you’ve rested for four hours, you should be back to normal by now! Hehe! I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body, and slowly I lay down... I lifted Yang Wei's pajamas, revealing his enormous belly, which was truly unsightly—but I couldn't care less at that moment—I slowly brought my mouth to his chest, beginning to lick it, then moving towards his nipples... Mmm... Yang Wei let out an unconscious groan, but to me it sounded like heavenly music. I was greatly encouraged, and my hand slowly reached for his penis... Time slowly passed, and I felt Yang Wei's chest was covered in my saliva, but why was there still no reaction down there? It was still limp; was he asleep too? Poor me! By now, my face was flushed, my breathing heavy, and my lower body was utterly empty. "Fang Yan! What are you doing?" Yang Wei's angry snort stopped me. "Are you ever going to stop? I told you, I'm really tired." Yang Wei's voice grew louder, and then he turned to the side, his back to me. I was stunned, as if I'd been suddenly thrown from the sweltering heat of Sanya into the sweltering heat of Harbin in December… What was I doing? Was I really that unattractive? I couldn't help but doubt myself. I tossed and turned, wanting to cry but unable to, spending a sleepless night. The next two days were the weekend, and I didn't go anywhere, staying quietly at home, thinking about Yang Wei, about myself, and about Chen Rong. My son saw me always cooped up at home, looking so distressed, and was very worried. He would come in to check on me every now and then, even cooking noodles and meals for me. Seeing my son's obedient and filial behavior, I felt truly comforted. In my most distressing time, thankfully, I had my son! After dinner, my son went to his room to do his homework. He went to the study, turned on the computer, and browsed adult websites. The webpage immediately displayed a scene that made my heart race: a woman around 40 years old, naked, kneeling on the bed. Behind her, a young, inexperienced boy was also kneeling on the bed, close to her buttocks, his hands gripping her hips, his huge penis thrusting vigorously into her vagina. The woman was moaning wildly, her face a mixture of pain and ecstasy, her large breasts swaying violently with each thrust. The scene was incredibly lewd! I was immediately terrified! Instinctively, I closed the webpage, stood up, and glanced back at the door. Thankfully, no one was there! I quickly locked the door. What would happen if my son saw this? I hesitated at the door. Should I continue watching? Such explicit postures, such lewd actions! Oh my god! It was so exciting, so tempting… I slowly sat back down at the computer and reopened the webpage… It was an adult website called "Mature Women Forum," filled with various videos, movie downloads, pictures, adult novels, and discussions on adult topics. I felt my breathing become heavy. In all these years, this was the first time I'd browsed an adult website so intently. I felt so guilty, yet so excited! The forum had a ranking of popular sections. I glanced at it; the top three were "Mature Women Incest Novels," "Mature Women's Affairs Discussions," and "Mature Women Incest Pictures."I couldn't help but swallow hard—this is so taboo! How can there be so much incest? My hand involuntarily clicked, entering the mature women's affairs forum. There were sub-forums within the main section, and the top 10 topics were highlighted in bold red, very conspicuous. I browsed through them, and oh my god! They were all incestuous topics like "10 essential tips for having sex with your son," "Last night, my son gave me ecstasy," "How to promote sexual intimacy between mother and son," "My son made me feel like a woman again," and "The 10 positions that make it easiest for mother and son to reach orgasm simultaneously!" I was stunned! What's going on? How can it all be incest? How can such taboo topics be discussed so much in real life, and even practiced by so many people! It's unbelievable. I felt completely dumbfounded! These subversive topics shook my mental system, which I'd been developing for over 30 years. It's unbelievable. But my hand clicked the mouse involuntarily… That night, I didn't shut down my computer until 12:30, got up, and went back to the master bedroom to sleep. When I went to the bathroom, I found my underwear was soaking wet… That night, I couldn't sleep. I thought about Yang Wei, Chen Rong, and the shocking things that had happened on the forum. Most incredibly, in the end, my son's handsome face and strong body appeared in my mind… I'm a bad woman! How could I think about my son? That night, I masturbated, the first time in over 30 years. I couldn't suppress the itching in my body, and the more direct reason for my sin was: when I thought about my son, I felt an extreme emptiness down there. During masturbation, my son's image kept appearing in my mind until that moment of complete comfort arrived! I must be a bad mother! The following month was truly a torment for me, yet it also felt like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Every night, after settling my son in, I would lock myself in my study, feeling guilty and uneasy yet also excited and thrilled, immersing myself in this mature women's forum. What I couldn't explain was that every day I browsed topics, pictures, and novels related to mother-son incest; it seemed that mother-son incest had become a part of my life. I didn't realize that I was already deeply involved. For the past month, I had to masturbate every night before bed, and what I couldn't explain was why my son was always the object of my masturbation! What I later realized was that this month was actually a month of rebrainwashing, a month of transformation. A little over a month later, one weekend, my son invited me to watch his school's graduating class soccer league match. I readily agreed. But my son wouldn't let me drive him to school, saying his classmates would laugh at him for being spoiled. I asked how we would get there, and he suggested riding a bicycle. I thought that was quite a novel idea; I hadn't ridden a bicycle in years, so I readily agreed. The afternoon match was fantastic. My son, playing as a striker, scored two goals, and we won 3-0. Watching my strong son, sweating profusely, running across the field, I felt a surge of girlish infatuation, like a young girl in love back in my school days. My son is so handsome! On the way home, my son pedaled his bicycle incredibly fast, while I sat sideways on the back seat, swaying back and forth. It was so cozy. I gently wrapped one arm around his waist. "So strong!" "Mom! Hold on tight! It's getting dark, I need to ride faster!" my son suddenly said from the front. I quickly wrapped my arms tightly around his strong, muscular waist and leaned against him… My son rode incredibly fast, while I experienced a different kind of feeling: my son exuded a strong smell of sweat after the game, but to me, it was a rich, masculine scent. So familiar, so long-lost, so intimate, so captivating, I couldn't help but feel intoxicated. Involuntarily, I tightened my grip, as if trying to hold onto everything! And my face slowly, tightly pressed against my son's already soaked back… At that moment, I felt a strong sense of attachment, as if I were experiencing a long-lost romance again, enjoying the comfort of a lover! It was truly intoxicating… “Mom! My classmates all said you were beautiful today!” my son said, sitting across from me at dinner. “Hehe! What?! Mom is 36 years old! How can I be considered beautiful?” I was naturally happy to hear this, but I said it insincerely. “No way! You look at most 27 or 28!” my son stopped eating and said seriously. “Hehe! Really? Mom looks so young?” I’ve been very concerned about my son’s opinions of me lately, and hearing him say this, my heart immediately fluttered with joy. “Really! They all said… they all said when I found such a… such a beautiful… girlfriend…” my son stammered. Hearing this, I immediately felt my heart about to jump out of my chest. What’s wrong? Why am I so nervous? My son was just praising me for being beautiful and young, why am I so nervous that his classmates mistook me for his girlfriend? I can’t even explain it to myself. "Then...what did you say?" I hesitated, probing. I didn't know what answer I wanted; I wanted a yes, but also a no. My mind was in turmoil. "I...I didn't explain. I just ignored them and left..." My son lowered his head and said softly. What did that mean? Why didn't my son explain? What did not explaining mean? Did he implicitly acknowledge me as his girlfriend in front of his classmates? No way! I suddenly felt overjoyed. "It's all Mom's fault. I haven't been to your school enough. Your classmates don't know me. Next time, bring them home to play." I said this. I don't know why I said that; it sounded disjointed, as if I wanted to ease the slightly awkward situation between my son and me. But then again, my son has excellent grades and is very obedient. I really don't go to his school often, so it's no wonder his classmates misunderstood. My son didn't say anything, picked up his chopsticks again, and continued eating. "Son, Mom is asking you, what kind of girl do you want as your girlfriend?" I blurted out that question out of the blue, even I found it strange. What was I talking about? My son is still in school, what mother encourages her son to find a girlfriend at this crucial juncture? Like a mother… My son answered without thinking, staring intently at me. Good heavens! I couldn't bear such a burning gaze, so I looked away. My heart was a jumble of emotions, a mix of surprise, joy, love, and worry… What did my son mean? I knew he was attached to me, but this direct expression was unexpected. Could it really be like what they say on mature women's forums—a typical case of Oedipus complex? A sudden, uncontrollable surge of joy welled up inside me. I didn't know what I was happy about or what I was expecting. "Don't talk nonsense! Eat your food. I was just kidding, no girlfriends allowed! We'll talk about it after college! Eat your food!" I interrupted the conversation casually, but inside, I was secretly delighted… After learning about my son's Oedipus complex, I started paying close attention to his behavior. I've noticed this guy has started staring at me intently, his gaze unwavering, which often makes me a little embarrassed. Sometimes when I'm doing housework, I turn around abruptly, and he'll be standing behind me as if he suddenly appeared. I'm sure he's looking at me. I can't tell if he's looking at me or my body. Also, I've noticed he's become increasingly clingy lately. He loves to drag me out shopping or for walks on weekends, and he likes to hold my hand and stay close to me all the time. Why has this Oedipus complex suddenly surfaced? However, deep down, I don't seem to reject these little gestures; on the contrary, I'm vaguely anticipating some intimate gestures from my son. What's wrong with me? What am I trying to do? Lately, I've been checking that forum every night as usual. I seem to have become obsessed, completely absorbed and unable to pull myself away. Pre-sleep masturbation has even become a nightly ritual. Sigh… This morning, I woke up relatively early; I slept very well last night and felt refreshed. I pushed open the master bedroom door to make breakfast and suddenly noticed a stain on the doorway. I bent down, touched it, and smelled it.[Asian AV uncensored zone 1, 2, 3, garbled text txt full text free online reading...] Oh my god! It's semen! I was stunned! Only one person in this room has this function, how could it be at the master bedroom door? What is my son doing? Could it be... could it be that my son discovered my masturbation? He couldn't resist masturbating in his prime? Oh my god! I dare not think any further! Strangely, at this moment, the shame in my heart far outweighs the anger. Is this the reaction a normal mother should have? From that day on, I locked the master bedroom door every night before going to sleep. But, I felt empty inside. What's wrong? What am I expecting? Browsing forums lately, seeing many incestuous mothers' experiences, being immersed in incestuous novels, and seeing blush-inducing incestuous images—some even self-taken photos—I feel my psychology has changed. My deeply ingrained views and thoughts have begun to waver. I feel like I'm anticipating something happening… This weekend, I had arranged to go hiking with my son. It was already 8:30, and the little sleepyhead still wasn't up. After preparing breakfast, I pushed open his door to wake him. I froze! My son was still asleep, but he was completely naked, the blanket kicked to the side. My gaze, however, was fixed on his crotch—such a huge, thick, long penis, dark, with bulging veins, looking so fierce, standing erect as if swaggering at me. It was really big, so thick, much bigger than his father's—Oh my god! What was I thinking! Everyone knows that young men, especially those who haven't had frequent sexual activity, often experience morning erections. Seeing my son's penis, I suddenly felt my mouth go dry and my breathing become heavy. Suddenly, I saw something in my son's hand. Looking closer, I exclaimed, "Oh my god! It's my black stockings!"—No wonder I couldn't find them the other day; this little rascal had stolen them. Going closer, I saw patches of dried, lumpy stains on the stockings—clearly, it was my son's semen! So, my son had stolen my black stockings and was using them to masturbate! A strange mix of emotions welled up inside me. Strangely, a sense of pride, joy, and being needed filled my mind—seeing my son masturbating with my stockings actually made me happy! I didn't wake him; instead, I quietly slipped out again, covering my mouth and laughing… I must be a bad mother! Something's definitely wrong with me! Lately, I've become increasingly confused. My constant browsing of forums is making me more and more uncontrollable. I know what I want, but I just can't convince myself otherwise. This is an ethical and moral issue, although the situation seems clear at the moment: my son has become infatuated with me and uses me as the object of his sexual fantasies, while I, psychologically and physiologically, need a complete indulgence and change. A woman only has a few years to live, so I must treat myself well. I love my son, not just as a mother, but I can clearly feel a qualitative change in my love for him. I don't know if it's the influence of the forum, my son's changes, or Yang Wei's incompetence that led to my infidelity, or if I've already come to see my son as the most reliable and trustworthy partner. In short, I feel my son is the most suitable choice! But ultimately, I can't make up my mind, I can't take that step! Finally, things took a turn for the better! On Friday afternoon, my son didn't come home from school. I had the afternoon off, and I went out to buy groceries and prepare dinner, my mind heavy with worry. I returned home in a daze, and while waiting for the elevator, I kept my head down, my heart pounding. After a long while, I realized the power was out! Sigh! I had to climb the stairs. And this was the 9th floor! I headed towards the emergency exit, absentmindedly following my instincts as I climbed the stairs. Suddenly, my foot slipped… I jumped! Ouch! I was going to fall! Suddenly, a warm and strong chest pressed against me, followed by two large hands catching me! Oh! False alarm! I turned around—ah! It was my dear son! "Mom! Are you alright?" My son looked worried. Oh! You scared me! Thank goodness you were here! It was a real scare. After the initial shock, seeing my son filled me with a strange, indescribable feeling. Then, I tried to get down… but he didn't seem to want to let me go, holding me tightly. "Mom, you seem distracted, let me carry you up!" my son said with a smile. I didn't object and acquiesced. Perhaps, deep down, I also longed for a close physical contact with my son. My son carried me up the stairs, and I realized that his right hand was wrapped around my thigh, which was bad enough, but his left hand was gripping my waist and below my chest, with at least two fingers firmly pressed against my breast. But… but to maintain my balance, I had to lean tightly against him, and my right arm had to be around his neck. It was… so embarrassing! Seeing his smug look, I felt a little smug: "Let him take advantage of me!" I nestled in my son's arms, my mind racing. At that moment, I truly felt loved and pampered, a feeling of being in love welled up inside me… Neither of us spoke, we walked in silence. I think my son must have been feeling quite emotional too. This close contact must be a rare treat for him. The 9th floor was really high, but my son, carrying me (1.63 meters tall and 95 pounds), didn't even seem to be out of breath. He's got a strong body! Sweet moments always pass quickly, and soon we were at our doorstep. I looked up at my son with deep affection, only to find him gazing back at me with equal tenderness… We stared at each other for a full five seconds, and in his eyes I saw myself… Suddenly, I remembered the mother and son from the forum. If they could take this step, why should I hesitate? At that moment, I realized that as a mother, I needed to make up my mind! Once missed, it's gone forever! I smiled at my son, overjoyed. At that moment, I finally conquered myself; I would no longer hesitate, I knew what I had to do! After dinner, I locked myself in my study. From today onward, I would carefully plan my happy life with my son!This led to my infidelity, or perhaps I had already come to regard my son as the most reliable and trustworthy partner. In any case, I felt my son was the most suitable choice! However, I ultimately couldn't make up my mind, couldn't take that step! Things finally took a turn for the better! On Friday afternoon, my son didn't come home from school. I had the afternoon off, and I went out to buy groceries and prepare dinner, my mind heavy with worry. I returned home in a daze, and while waiting for the elevator, I kept my head down, my heart pounding. After a long while, I realized there was a power outage! Sigh! I had no choice but to climb the stairs. And this was the 9th floor! I headed towards the emergency exit, absentmindedly pressing the buttons to go upstairs, when suddenly, my foot slipped… I was startled! Oh no! I was going to fall! Suddenly, a warm and strong chest pressed against me, followed by two large hands catching me! Oh! False alarm! I turned around—ah! It was my dear son! "Mom! Are you alright?" My son looked worried. Oh! I was so scared! Thank goodness you were here! What a scare! Seeing my son after the initial shock, a strange, indescribable feeling welled up inside me. I tried to get down… but he didn't seem to want to let me go, holding me tightly with both arms. "Mom, you seem distracted, let me carry you up!" my son said with a smile. I didn't object and acquiesced. Perhaps, deep down, I also longed for some physical intimacy with my son. As my son carried me up the stairs, I realized that his right hand was wrapped around my thigh, and that was fine, but his left hand was gripping my waist and below my chest, with at least two fingers firmly pressed against my breast. But… but to maintain my balance, I had to lean tightly against him, and my right arm had to be around his neck. It was… so embarrassing! Looking at his smug expression, I felt a little smug: "Let him take advantage of me!" I nestled in my son's arms, my thoughts racing. At that moment, I truly felt loved and cherished, a feeling of being in love welled up within me… Neither of us spoke, we walked in silence. I think my son must have been feeling quite emotional too. This close contact was something he could only dream of. The 9th floor was really high, but my son, carrying me (1.63 meters tall and 95 pounds), didn't even break a sweat. He's in great shape! Sweet moments always pass quickly, and soon we were at our doorstep. I looked up at my son with deep affection, only to find him gazing back at me with the same affection… We stared at each other for a full five seconds, and in his eyes I saw myself… Suddenly, I remembered the mother and son from the forum. Since they could take this step, why should I hesitate? At that moment, I realized that as a mother, I should make up my mind! Once missed, it's gone forever! I smiled at my son, feeling very happy. At that moment, I finally overcame myself; I wouldn't hesitate anymore, I knew what I had to do! After dinner, I locked myself in my study. Starting today, I'm going to start planning my happy life with my son!This led to my infidelity, or perhaps I had already come to regard my son as the most reliable and trustworthy partner. In any case, I felt my son was the most suitable choice! However, I ultimately couldn't make up my mind, couldn't take that step! Things finally took a turn for the better! On Friday afternoon, my son didn't come home from school. I had the afternoon off, and I went out to buy groceries and prepare dinner, my mind heavy with worry. I returned home in a daze, and while waiting for the elevator, I kept my head down, my heart pounding. After a long while, I realized there was a power outage! Sigh! I had no choice but to climb the stairs. And this was the 9th floor! I headed towards the emergency exit, absentmindedly pressing the buttons to go upstairs, when suddenly, my foot slipped… I was startled! Oh no! I was going to fall! Suddenly, a warm and strong chest pressed against me, followed by two large hands catching me! Oh! False alarm! I turned around—ah! It was my dear son! "Mom! Are you alright?" My son looked worried. Oh! I was so scared! Thank goodness you were here! What a scare! Seeing my son after the initial shock, a strange, indescribable feeling welled up inside me. I tried to get down… but he didn't seem to want to let me go, holding me tightly with both arms. "Mom, you seem distracted, let me carry you up!" my son said with a smile. I didn't object and acquiesced. Perhaps, deep down, I also longed for some physical intimacy with my son. As my son carried me up the stairs, I realized that his right hand was wrapped around my thigh, and that was fine, but his left hand was gripping my waist and below my chest, with at least two fingers firmly pressed against my breast. But… but to maintain my balance, I had to lean tightly against him, and my right arm had to be around his neck. It was… so embarrassing! Looking at his smug expression, I felt a little smug: "Let him take advantage of me!" I nestled in my son's arms, my thoughts racing. At that moment, I truly felt loved and cherished, a feeling of being in love welled up within me… Neither of us spoke, we walked in silence. I think my son must have been feeling quite emotional too. This close contact was something he could only dream of. The 9th floor was really high, but my son, carrying me (1.63 meters tall and 95 pounds), didn't even break a sweat. He's in great shape! Sweet moments always pass quickly, and soon we were at our doorstep. I looked up at my son with deep affection, only to find him gazing back at me with the same affection… We stared at each other for a full five seconds, and in his eyes I saw myself… Suddenly, I remembered the mother and son from the forum. Since they could take this step, why should I hesitate? At that moment, I realized that as a mother, I should make up my mind! Once missed, it's gone forever! I smiled at my son, feeling very happy. At that moment, I finally overcame myself; I wouldn't hesitate anymore, I knew what I had to do! After dinner, I locked myself in my study. Starting today, I'm going to start planning my happy life with my son!

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