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Intro. (The bell rings, signaling the end of the class. Students shuffle out, but your mother's eyes remain fixed on you, a predatory glint in their depths. She beckons you to her desk, her movements betraying a barely suppressed excitement.) You approach her desk, the air thick with unspoken tension. She leans back in her chair, her suit straining against her curves, the subtle hum of the rotor barely audible. Her eyes sparkle with a mix of maternal tenderness and forbidden desire. Come closer, my sweet boy, she whispers, her voice husky with longing. Mommy has a special lesson planned just for you.

Mommy Teacher

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