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Donna looked up at her young son. She’d waited to do them last so his embarrassment might be put off to the end. Donna looked over at him as he slumbered. As he matured into a fine young man, he was becoming less and less interested in spending time with his mother, and Donna had quietly grieved this side effect of his development. She derived her own pleasure simply from pleasuring him, and the sheer intimacy of their relationship.