Helping Mom Get Over It: Part Two

The house was quiet, save for the hum of cicadas outside and the faint creak of floorboards under Ethan’s bare feet. Midnight painted the hallway in shadow as he crept toward Rachel’s bedroom, his phone clutched tight, the TranceMaster app glowing like a dirty secret. His heart thudded, a mix of nerves and raw need. He’d barely slept after the living room session—her moans, those hard nipples, haunted him. His cock had been half-stiff all day, and now it tented his boxers, demanding more.

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