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Son who can't find a wife 

This mother, over fifty years old, with her wrinkled face, gray hair, and slightly hunched back, spoke volumes about her hardships and struggles in raising her children. She loved her children, especially her only son, who was born during the most difficult times. She poured her heart and soul into raising him to adulthood!
Now, her son is nearly thirty, and a deep sorrow is growing in both their hearts: he still can't find a partner. As he gets older, he's lost patience, respect, and filial piety, leading to resentment.
What has the mother done wrong? Her 'crime' is that she's ugly. An ugly mother gave birth to an ugly son, and the son blames his bachelorhood on his mother.
"It's all your fault! Why did you give birth to me if I'm so ugly!"
The mother is speechless, only able to weep silently.
Every time her son broke up with a girl, his resentment towards his mother deepened. At first, he ignored her, then started cursing and even physically assaulting her. She endured it all because she was his mother; she had given birth to an ugly son, and she felt guilty towards him and her son.
During the summer harvest season, her son sulked at home. Seeing the weather was about to change, the mother cautiously said to him, "Son, it's going to rain. Go help your father, okay?"
"No!" Not only did he refuse, but he also muttered vulgarities at her. Seeing this, she endured it again; what could she do?
One time, her son went to meet another girl. The mother stayed home anxiously, unsure of what would happen.
When her son returned, she quietly asked him what was wrong.
Her son roared angrily, "It's all your fault! You ugly thing, you've made it impossible for me to find a wife! I'll make you my wife!" With that, the son, like a madman, pulled his mother into his arms, picked her up, and threw her onto the bed.
The mother lost her balance and fell onto the bed. Her son, his mouth watering, pounced on her, tearing open her clothes with both hands. He grabbed one of her breasts, buried his face in her mouth, and sucked on the other nipple
with ravenous ecstasy. She was now flushed with embarrassment and anxiety. She suddenly realized she had wronged her son. She knew how painful it was for a man without a woman. Tears streaming down her face, she thought, "So what if it's for a woman? Anyway, I've wronged my son. I might as well let him be a man with me." She felt ashamed. She wondered what her husband would think if he found out. Did he know how pitiful her son was? Almost thirty and still didn't know what a woman was. It was so unfair for him to be a man for once. Since her son didn't mind her old age, she decided to give him a break.
She struggled half-heartedly, gradually lying down softly and motionless. She had lost all instinct to resist, both mentally and physically. When her son fumbled to unbutton her first trouser button, she pushed his hand, trying to struggle, but her hand fell limply to her side. Her son's rapidly withdrawn hand went back to the button, unbuttoning one, then two. He turned to the side, spread his hands on his waistband, and eagerly and roughly reached down. She didn't react. She was determined to use her own body to comfort her son's pain. She was determined to use her motherly body to relieve her son's desire for a wife and bear the pain she had caused him.
The warm, soft flesh between his mother's legs was now in his son's hands. He greedily caressed and explored it, inserting a finger into her vagina and stirring it for a while before withdrawing his hand and saying, "Mom, give me a chance? Let me see what a woman's body looks like, is it really that wonderful?" As he spoke, the son lifted himself up and pulled down her pants. He completely read his mother, read the woman; he was intoxicated. When he saw his mother's cheeks flushed, her eyes slightly closed, her breath coming in short gasps, her body twisting in a way that was both shy and sorrowful... On one side, he vaguely saw his mother's unsightly profile, a tear threatening to fall from her eyelashes. A surge of love and pity welled up within him, but he was a man. A man's body and soul both crave a home. He had wandered for too long; he hadn't forgotten the inherent desires within him. He could no longer restrain himself. Facing his mother's voluptuous, naked body, his blood surged wildly. He let out a soft moan and began to frantically caress his mother. He trembled with excitement, feeling that this was far from enough to vent his current desire.
His mother limply allowed him to manipulate her, fully opening herself up. Her large legs twisted incessantly, as if foreshadowing something for her son. He panted heavily, all the resentment in his heart dissolved by his mother's soft moans. A desperate, frantic desire for greater pleasure surged within him. His hands frantically stroked between his mother's legs. "Mom...love me, Mom love me...I..." His excited voice was choked by something, leaving only struggle.

母亲心跳得使她全身在微微发抖,她半张着嘴,无助无奈又羞怯,眼里流露出风情万种,她感到口渴,感到自己从未有这么疯狂地渴望过男子,”我老了,没什么稀罕的,你要就拿去来吧,别让你爸知道了……”她梦呓般底喃着,真想让儿子把她毁掉。
儿子呼呼地喘着,母亲娇吟轻呻着,他有些发急,她引导着他,儿子的身子突然痉挛起来,一股灼热吸裹住他的肉体,淹没了他的肉体,儿子的身体紧紧压俯在母亲的身上,笨拙地运动起自己的臀部,渐渐地变得疯狂起来,忘记了自身的血缘关係与伦理,他们把自己还原成单纯的男人和女人。
床在轻轻地摇晃,那一起一伏的压力和急促的磨擦象电流一样触麻着全身,随着儿子强有力的抽送,她浑身震颤起来,那从未有感受过的畅快,那近乎痛苦的欢愉使她全身酥软,紧接着情不自禁地欢吟起来:”快呀,快呀!”
儿子在母亲的身上颠簸,冲过一浪又一浪,他感觉他是在一堆棉上一团云上,又都不是,没有任何东西能如此美妙,他嘴里不断涌出发狠的声音,声音越来越急促,母亲的呻吟声也越来越让儿子难耐,恨不能把整个身躯重新返还给妈妈的体内。
一阵阵的热流,一阵阵的抽搐,慾望的火焰烧到顶点,一阵晕眩,母亲不自主地奄奄喘喘,急切地迎接着既将来临的暴风聚雨,终于,在那最消魂的一刻她迸发出窒息般的一声尖嚣:”儿呀!……”。
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儿子重重跌下她的身子,半天才从恍惚中醒来,忧忧地想着什么,看着母亲,有些内疚和伤感,”快三十年了,我终于知道我还是个男人”他凄惨地说。
母亲也有些内疚,可她又想,若不这样儿子可能一辈子不知道自己是男人,她在用自己的身子和肉体使儿子变为真正的男人,她心里产生了一种慰籍,她想荣华富贵不可能人人有之,而人自身创造的幸福和快乐,却人人都该获得。
儿子突然悲鸣一声,手恋恋地在母亲胸乳上移动,说”妈妈,我对不起你,现在我就是死了,这辈子也值了”语调中有极强的哀怨。
母亲体味着儿子的苦楚,偎进儿子的怀里,儿子忧伤地歎一声,母亲一阵心疼,她可怜着儿子,把肥厚丰润的手放在儿子的小腹上,儿子的小腹一缩,凭她狂乱地动着。儿子又抚摸起母亲,揉搓得她软成一瘫泥,”摸吧!摸我呀……”母亲把肉肉喧喧的大腿缠在儿子的身上。儿子幸福地欢吟,让母亲感到无限的满足,是母亲给了儿子的快乐,给了儿子做男人的感觉。
母亲热汗湿了自己也湿了儿子,俩人都似在水上漂摇,摇啊摇啊,把伦理和母子的关係都搅碎了,做成了洩慾的铺垫,再以后儿子的梦里就会有母亲的气息缭绕,再以后儿子梦里就会有母亲的身子相伴。
儿子终于停止了勇猛,抓起自己的衣服,把母亲上上下下擦遍,母亲的气息令他发昏,迷醉。
儿子无限的满足又无限的依恋,吻着母亲雪白喧软的胸乳,艳红欲滴的顶珠,惑得儿子心痒,他觉得吮吸那乳头会解除一生的乾渴,他俯身吮在口中,吮到了臆思中的甘甜,滋润着他的生命,他把脸全埋进去,癡狂又贪婪。
从那次意想不到的失身给儿子以来,母亲又和儿子断断续续有过十次以上的乱伦经历,每当想起和儿子那销魂作爱时的兴奋,她都心旷神怡。
俗话说,越是禁吃的果子,越是香甜,更何况不到三十的儿子正当壮年,他那处男的急躁与粗暴,那近乎死去活来的爱慾,使她不时地想要品偿那滋味更加急切,她早已没有了内疚,即使那是见不得人的丑事,她认了,她愿意为儿子献身,每当他们相互需要时是那么的融合,她不会去顾及别人,在她的想像中,用自己老迈的身躯,给儿子最大的满足是神圣的。
父亲看到近来家里出现了空前的合睦,脸上挂满了笑容,他看到儿子一改常态,有说有笑,还不时诙谐地和父母逗笑,老伴也变得越来越年轻了。一天早饭的时候,儿子嘻笑着问母亲:”妈妈,你吃那么多,你的肚皮是什么做的,像个没底的罐?”母亲听了哧哧地笑,”放你爹的屁,老娘这肚皮说是个没底罐?你过来摸摸看那少了底?”儿子听了也乐了,”不摸,你那肚皮谁还不知道?”那时父亲在一旁也捂着嘴笑,这种突变使他那老实厚道的情感上产生了一种朦胧不解的感触。

两个月以后,他才发现妻子已成了他和儿子共同的老婆。
那天晚上,儿子在外面喝醉了酒,回来就在西屋睡了,半夜醒来竟发奇想,要和与父亲睡在东屋的母亲亲热一回,便在屋里发出几声呻吟,母亲听到了便去西屋’照看’父亲听到呻吟真以为儿子病了,母亲其照看一下是理所当然的,可妻子一去不返,而儿子的呻吟声突然变成了粗重喘息声,他敏锐地感觉到什么,不由自主地走过去,他看到儿子赤裸着躺在被窝里,母亲披着上衣用被子盖住下身,她的手在抚摸着儿子赤裸的躯体,没等他开口,妻子厉声训斥他,”老东西,孩子病了,你过来干吗?”"你出去,我不让你管!”儿子也厉声命令着,他无奈地退了出去,心中犯疑。
此后,儿子经常晚上有病呻吟,母亲也就闻声而至,终有一天夜里,父亲把她们母子捉姦在床,他发疯了,狂怒了,他要拚死和这两个畜牲算帐,他举起手中的棍子,但儿子用光裸的身体护着赤裸的母亲,儿子没有一点惊慌和胆怯,兽性和疯狂驱使他挥手夺下父亲手中的棍子,顺势将父亲撞倒在地上,并不慌不忙地从散乱的床上找出衣服递给母亲,爬在地上的父亲,挣扎着,哆嗦着半天站不起来。
作为父亲,他对儿子和母亲的乱伦行为无法容忍,可那毕竟是和自己生活了几十年的老伴,那毕竟是自己唯一的儿子,他经过一翻自我折磨以后,自尊失败了,道义妥协了,从此,父亲的威严蕩然无存,他将这口恶气吞进肚里,于是他想到启求,希望用一个丈夫和父亲的感情去换得妻子和儿子的自省,他竟跪在妻子和儿子面前,双手撑地,老泪纵横恳求妻子和儿子保存这个家,让自己多活上几年。
母子俩见父亲彻底败下阵来,相互对视着,心里几乎笑出声来,儿子膘一眼跪在地上的父亲,训斥孩子似的说:”还不滚起来……丢人败兴。”
从此,儿子和母亲象脱僵的野马,没了管束,丈夫,父亲的沉默,使母亲和儿子更加放肆而疯狂了,不轮白天不论黑夜,不管丈夫在不在家,只要需要,儿子就和母亲扭做一团,去干那丧尽人伦的事,作为丈夫和父亲,他怎能容忍妻子和儿子在自己的眼皮底下干这种禽兽不如的勾当?可他太懦弱,太顾虑颜面了,那泪,那恨只能默默地流埋在心里。
一天夜里老两口刚躺下,父亲向妻子靠近,”要吗?让我玩一会好妈?”这是几天来他对妻子唯一的一句话,语调充满了对妻子的宽恕和乞求,颤抖的手缓缓地抚摸着妻子的头髮,面颊,,然后轻缓地将她的身子扳转过来,去寻找她的嘴唇。
黑暗中,母亲将脸埋起来,以背向着丈夫,羞耻而颤慄。她感到丈夫的嘴唇接触着她的嘴唇,在上面轻轻地滑动,随着口水的湿润,四片嘴唇相互磨擦着,母亲紧紧抿着嘴,紧张地提防着下一步的进行,满恼子在思索,用什么借口来回绝丈夫的欲求,就这样亲来吻去,丈夫也没有更大的进展,其实丈夫自己已经明白,妻子的身心早已署于儿子了,他认为这已是最大的满足了,随着他呼吸的急促,好像他已兴奋到了最高的程度,母亲愧疚地一下子全身一点力气也没了,她愧疚赎罪似地躺着,任凭丈夫的摆弄。
随着丈夫的急促喘息,一种生理的需求的冲动,莫名奇妙地升腾,也许是近日的压郁使他浑身火热,他突然脱去自己的全部衣裤,赤身裸体地扑向妻子,儘管妻子左右避让,一个劲推他,像求饶又像在忏悔地
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可这时的他,却一改往日的懦弱,像一头饿久的猛虎,全然不顾妻子凄泣的声态,一个翻身压在她妻子的酥体上,随着一件内衣,内裤的滑落,一条丰满滑腴的胴体展现在他的身下,高耸的乳峰像两团烈火,触得他肌肉颤动,肉体的触磨象电流一样发出一股股的钻心的酥感,在全身迴旋,妻子双腿间那神秘的禁区,黑簇簇的象团雾,像磁铁,深深地吸引着他,他忘却了那不贞的源泉,忘却了那一度曾被儿子寻觅过的洞穴,他无法压抑内心的冲动,他饥渴的肉体证实他原谅了妻子,默认了他与儿子共享的肉体,他浑身颤抖着把自己的部位伸向妻子那使他最需要,最渴求的地方,剎时间天昏地暗,蛟龙翻滚,他要全身心地去体会,他发疯似的用双手握摸着双乳,身子在妻子身上强烈地窜动,嘴里还在不断喘着粗气,他在妻子的腿间找寻到了归宿,找寻到了疯狂,随着一阵激烈的抖动,一股热流灌窜全身,他终于趴在妻子的身上浑身尢如散了架,刚才那步入仙境的美妙享受,才是他最需要的,其它的一切都将无所顾及。

而她,一点兴奋的感觉也没有,如果他坚持时间长点,可能她会无可奈何地产生快感,她谢罪似的扭动,哀怨的呻吟变成了与他的配合,她木然地听凭他的摆弄,让他发洩,他是合法的。
这时她的心情平缓下来,她搂着趴俯在她身上的丈夫,她知道他的自尊在阻止他向她提出质问,终归几十年的感情也不能向她轻易离婚,更不能向别人宣布她的罪状,他将怀着难言的苦衷,接受感情的欺骗,去和自己的亲生儿子共同享用一个女人,她暗中好笑,又觉得丈夫可怜,这份感受导致她不再拒绝丈夫疯狂爱抚的余韵。
丈夫移下妻子的身体,手搭在她的小腹上,她轻呻一声,两腿渐渐鬆开,随之是另一种痉挛。
门轻轻地被推开了,儿子在隔壁的西屋听到父母的房间里哼哼呀呀地声音不断,脸上涌起血潮,母亲圆溜溜的肥臀,那撩人的呻吟和粗喘,把他的心晃得迷迷乱乱,他人滚在床上,想着母亲的身子那样的暄软,由不得自己,作起自乐的事来,一股难奈的狂想使他暗骂了一句髒话,他起身去推父母的房门。
朦胧中他死盯着床上搅缠在一起白白的一团肉体,嘎然地分开了,羞怯万分,母亲嗔怨地颤声说:”你……你……怎么进来了?”
“我屋里太冷,冻得我直哆嗦。”
母亲终于明白了,儿子要跟父母睡一床,要在这里当着丈夫的面向她施爱,她的头晕了一下,心里说不清是什么滋味,她看看丈夫,他早以扭过脸去,不知什么时候拉被子盖在身上,她知道丈夫不会表态了,就说:”那就睡这吧”,儿子脱鞋上床,在母亲身边空出的地方躺下来,儿子那粗壮的腿让母亲心慌意乱,她羞辱极了,心怦怦直跳,她总觉得丈夫在看着她,夜很深了,屋子里毫无声息,只有左右丈夫和儿子那粗重的喘息。
母亲吓了一跳,差点惊叫起来,儿子的手在她光裸的身上乱摸,急急的,寻到嚮往的地方,抚弄着那异常的滑润,把头埋进母亲的胸上,母亲又怕又羞又激动,她心里总想着一旁的丈夫,身子紧张得发紧,她很想哭,也很想笑,儿子把腿搅在她的腿上,一手搓弄着她的胸脯,她害怕似地轻吟一声,人已经酥软下来,她浑身木木的似乎很畅快,她不觉得抬起身子,她被儿子身体热烘烘的气息弄得娇羞万分,她”哎呀”了一声,不觉搂紧了儿子,一时间竟忘记了身边另一侧的丈夫。突然她听见丈夫歎息一声,身子挪动了一下,他并没发火。
母亲感到极度的愧疚,她可怜丈夫,听他歎吐心中的哀怨与无奈,她不禁泪水外涌,她伸手过去抚摸他的脊背,试图扳转他的身子,而丈夫执拗地躲避着,儿子放开了母亲,把一丝不挂的母亲推到父亲身前,父亲把身子又向下扎了扎,看到这副模样,儿子示意母亲对父亲进行挑逗,母亲俯身向前,开始抚摸和亲暱丈夫,她硬把他扳仰过来,她把嘴唇贴在丈夫的肚皮上,开始舔他的肚子,她的嘴慢慢地从肚子向下移动,疯狂地亲吻丈夫的大腿。
丈夫还是一声不吭。
她把嘴唇沿着丈夫的大腿根部滑进他的胯间,”啊……”他终于发出一声短促的尖叫,他的下身急骤地勃了起来,他那男性破石惊天般地近乎垂直地挺立起来。
开始丈夫紧闭双眼,他感触着妻子灼热双唇的蠕动,一阵酸楚掠过心头。
妻子已不在是独署于他的妻子,她那富有弹性而柔韧的肌肤,已为儿子所享用,他恨不得立刻死去,他今后再也不能独享着肉体的温馨,独享那曾经使他心醉,使神驰无限的乐趣。现在眼挣挣地看着儿子搅在他和妻子中间,眼挣挣地看着儿子与母亲淫乱。他的心几乎要碎了。
他很想挺身去阻止,可他没那份勇气。
他的内心经过一场激烈的搏斗,妻子曾劝他:我们的祖先是不分母子,不分父女,不分兄妹的,那时的人一定活得挺快乐,他们唯所欲为,根本没有罪恶感,将来我们也要成为祖先,你就不要往心里去了。他想妻子的话也不无道理,不管怎么说,妻子还是自己的妻子,儿子还是自己唯一的儿子,他固执地要自己相信,即使眼下妻子被儿子佔有了,但她仍然是署于他的女人,他不愿抛弃自己的女人,更何况,妻子对他来说是这世界上生存的唯一信念,没有妻子他的生命也就结束了。

His current situation was merely a prelude; he couldn't stop his mother and son's lustful desires. He was willing to stay by his wife's side because if they were to indulge in their debauchery elsewhere, his mental endurance would reach its limit, and he would surely go mad.
His wife's passionate caresses and sucking caused his semi-erect penis to immediately become erect, standing almost vertically, under the pressure of her moving lips.
His wife gripped his penis tightly, rubbing it greedily, feeling his body convulsing in waves. "Dad, why aren't you saying a word?" she asked with guilt and concern, noticing that her husband's face remained gloomy, desperately suppressing the intense physical reaction.
"Son, why don't you apologize to your father? What are you staring at like that?" she said to her son in a different tone.
Hearing his mother's words, the son's anxious heart clenched. He watched his mother and father's frenzied scene, the moans and gasps pounding in his ears. He stared blankly at his mother sucking his penis, watching her arouse his father's lust. He realized his mother was helping him, forcing his father to accept him, meaning he would share his mother's body with his father.
Hearing his mother's words, the son stopped stroking behind her. In a trembling voice, he said, "Dad, I have no choice, please forgive me..."
"You son of a bitch, stealing your father's wife, sleeping with your mother, you beast! Kneel down to the side!"
He immediately sensed a turning point in his father's words. He took two steps forward and knelt beside his mother: "I'm sorry, I apologize." He placed his hands on the bed, bowed respectfully, and murmured tremblingly, begging his father for forgiveness.
“Alright, killing is just a matter of a head falling to the ground,” the mother said, looking at her son with a seductive gaze, a beastly fire burning in her veins. “Take off your clothes and hurry up and serve us old folks,” she said
, her breath coming in a wanton, lustful voice. The son was overjoyed; he knew his father would no longer refuse him. He quickly stripped off his clothes, and his mother’s hand was already between his legs. “You damned bastard, you really have such wild thoughts!” The mother grasped her son’s penis and teased it lasciviously. “As punishment, you will serve your father,” the mother said, pulling her son’s head and pressing him between his father’s legs.
The father was momentarily stunned. He hadn’t expected his wife to do this. He was secretly astonished that this woman had hidden such a strong desire for so many years. He knew that she was willing to pay any price to please him; only in this way would he fully accept her, and only then could she enjoy two men without restraint.
The father felt his son's burning mouth tightly gripping his penis, moving in and out. He watched his wife's head buried between his son's legs, making the same movements, one hand pressed tightly against her genitals, her legs twisting and turning. He felt his body swelling rapidly; he couldn't resist his son's frenzy and his wife's temptation. "Am I serving you? Do you feel good?" his son asked breathlessly between bursts of activity, whether he was asking his father or his mother.
His wife's eyes sparkled as she occasionally sucked on her son's penis, gazing at the scene of her son and father's oral sex. Her abdomen heaved rapidly, even her soft belly undulating with it.
The father thought to himself, this scene clearly showed his wife's willingness to submit to her son; she was willing to share her body with her husband and son; she was willing to enjoy their combined thrusts; she was willing to be conquered by their powerful masculinity.
With a spasm in his face and body, the father groaned in agony, releasing his pent-up frustration. He cried out in unbearable pleasure, "You brat, get... get out of here... get out of here..."
The son worked hard, servicing his father like a dog eager to bite. The father could only desperately try to avoid his son's frenzied pecking. He pushed his son away, got up, flipped his wife over, spread her legs, straightened himself, and thrust his erect penis into the bulging cleft between her legs without guidance.
The mother now desperately needed a strong man, a hard, living body. She had become greedy; she desperately needed a real, penetrating sensation, just as people say: women serve men's penises, women are naturally talkative. Her womanly body urgently needed to be defiled by the penises of both her husband and son simultaneously. This thought ignited an extremely strong lust within her. At this moment, she wanted to be freely and freely raped by both her husband and son.
"Oh, my son!" she suddenly cried out, "My son, I'm dying, oh, my son... give me yours, please... hurry..."

The son, already perfectly poised, straddled his mother's face. Without hesitation, he thrust his penis into her mouth, which was filled with cries of pleasure. The mother couldn't breathe; her cries of pleasure turned into choked sobs. She struggled uncontrollably, feeling suffocated, yet the penetrating torment of the man was strangely pleasurable. Each thrust elicited a low, joyful howl, a sound that was both sorrow and lamentation.
"Is it good?" the son asked, his penis deep inside her mouth, feeling the movement in her throat.
"Ugh... ugh..." a choked sob followed by a relieved groan, "Oh... oh..." the mother cried out desperately, inhaling air, struggling and moaning.
The father, panting heavily, moved rapidly, his movements alternating between shallow and deep. He slowed down, supporting his wife's legs with his shoulders, and leaned forward, grasping her breasts with both hands. Seeing his wife's unprecedented pleasure, he breathed even more heavily, his excitement arousing intense ecstasy. His penis, which should have long since gone limp, was still erect. Whether from the stimulation of their marital intimacy or the sudden release of mental repression, his erection was undeniable.
The mother and son shared the same excited expression on the father's face.
Hidden within the mother's naked body was an intense sexual desire she had never experienced before; she was filled with a desire like an abyss. She had already been satisfied, but the fire of desire burning within her still raged fiercely, refusing to be extinguished. This was the first time she had experienced something like this.
The son pondered that he and his father were conquering the same woman—a woman who was both his father's wife and his own mother. This time, he and his father had reached a tacit agreement: he would henceforth enjoy the same right to his mother as his father. He didn't just want to be the conqueror like his father; he said to his panting father, "Come on, let's switch."
"You lie down," he said, pointing at his mother, looking eager.
"Okay,"
the mother rolled over and lay down. The son embraced his mother's plump buttocks, his penis penetrating her body through her hips. She felt her vagina being torn open, the hard, living body reaching towards her uterus. The son held his mother's abdomen with one hand and touched her clitoris with the other. In that instant, the mother reached the pinnacle of pleasure.
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