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When you grow up to be a man, it is a great joy to take charge over the dear body that you have worshipped starting many years ago. She gets older and is no longer the slim mother of years ago but a soft-bodied woman with a belly that sticks our and hangs down. And now he uses her. I love especially starting at around 47 seconds when he lifts her up and makes her into an object again, a body with which to gratify himself just as she was once just a breast to suck and a smiling face to gaze into. Today he doesn't need to see her beloved face. And after a few seconds, her legs start to buckle from her own pleasure. She can't control herself any more than he can. Both are gratified. This is how I think of my own dear mother.
