Back when I was just a clueless 16-year-old, I stumbled into my mom’s bedroom on some forgotten errand and, rifling through her drawer, came across a goddamn dildo. I nearly fell over from the sheer shock of it. My mother, in my naive little world, was this angelic figure—a saintly woman who I swore had only ever had sex twice, just to bring me and my sister into existence. To me, she was the epitome of purity, a nurturing soul who cooked, cleaned, and wrapped us in warmth, making sure we felt cherished every damn day. The idea that she could be a flesh-and-blood woman with raw, sexual cravings—and not just a maternal robot—was like a punch to the gut. That day, I grew up fast, but it still took me a few more to wrap my head around the fact that my mom, of all people, craved a good, hard release.
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