Don't Overthink It!
Copyright© 2026 by MrCurrie
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Mom and Aunt deserve a more loving relationship. And children.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Aunt Nephew Oral Sex Pregnancy
Mom. somehow. avoided a hangover and was her chirper self the next morning at breakfast. Dad joined us, and thankfully, the conversation didn’t include the previous night’s episode. I helped him catch up on the yard work, and after dinner, we showered and met in the living room. Dad had taken a spot in his favorite recliner.
When I walked in, he said, “Jimmy, take a seat beside your mother on the couch. I’d like to show you two something.”
As soon as I settled in beside her, Dad began, “Thanks to Helen, your mother’s friend at the event, I received some photos and videos from last night. I just wanted to review them with you.”
Mom gripped my hand and squeezed.
“Is her fear of what we’d done the same as mine?” I thought, my heart racing.
From his phone, he cast a picture onto the screen, showing us when we first sat down at the banquet. “As I predicted, you two are the best-looking couple there. I’m so happy you went out and bought new clothes for it. And when you hit the floor, I could see other couples jealously looking on.”
He sent several more pictures of us dancing onto the screen. There was an acceptable space between us, so I wasn’t worried. When a video played of AA approaching us, Dad commented, “Now, that’s why I wanted you to attend with your mother, Jimmy. Assholes like him just won’t give up. It just confirms my decision to enlist your help.”
“Well, actually, I didn’t do much. She rebuffed him and put him in his place,” I remarked.
“That may well be, but just her being with a man probably deterred most of them from approaching her; otherwise, she would’ve had a never-ending line of suitors lining up.”
Several more pictures appeared on the screen, moving toward the end of the evening. My grip tightened on Mom’s, as I feared the final scene. My heart beat rapidly as a video started, and it was clearly the last dance, after Mom had melted into my body. As we swayed and turned, Mom’s joyful expression could clearly be seen, resting her head on my chest.
Then the moment arrived that I was dreading. The kiss. I stopped breathing. Mom’s hand squeezed mine as we watched the reenactment of our joining. When we parted, our soulful look into each other’s eyes displayed more love than appropriate for a son and mother.
Finally, the screen faded to black, and Dad, in a serious tone, said, “I’ve always treasured the last dance of the night with your mother, and it’s clear that you made her entire evening one to remember, finishing properly. And thankfully, you didn’t avoid kissing her at the end, something expected after a long night of dancing. I’m so proud of you, Jimmy. Both of you, actually. You can’t believe how good it made me feel when the pictures streamed to my phone last night. It made work so much easier. I just wanted to thank both of you for making my night more bearable.”
I finally inhaled a deep breath, my fears evaporating. Mom’s hand loosened up, but she still held onto me. We sat in silence, pondering what to say after Dad’s apparent acceptance of our behavior.
Mom broke the silence. “Well, you should also be happy to hear that he pampered me after we got home. He knew I’d drunk a little too much and coaxed me to stay up and hydrate, but then he outdid himself and massaged my feet until I fell asleep right here on the couch. My feet hurt so much I swore I’d never wear heels again when dancing.”
Dad chuckled, and replied, “Yeah, your legs are already perfect, but those shoes really make them look great. I feel bad I wasn’t here last night to relieve your pain, but I did tell Jimmy to take care of you, so I’m happy to hear he obeyed my wishes.”
After a few moments, Dad said, “You know, with both of you accomplished dancers now, why don’t you go out Friday nights and spend the night dancing. Sometimes nightclubs will have live bands on Fridays. Of course, I’d have to make the suggestion to not wear that dress. Jimmy would have his hands full defending you.”
Wow, not only had Dad approved our actions, but here he was encouraging us to do more. I held my breath again, hoping Mom wouldn’t nix the idea.
She smiled and replied, “Thanks, sweetie. I think that’s a wonderful proposition. I’ll talk to Paula and see if she’s on board, but I’m sure she will be. As far as the dress, that is going to be shelved and only worn on very special occasions.”
“Great!” Dad exclaimed. “It’ll make Dave happy, too. Both of us have felt bad about neglecting our wives. I’ll talk to him and ask him to encourage Paula to agree.”
We finished the night, watching a couple of shows with Mom holding my hand the entire time. It was like we were partners in crime, escaping the wrath of our misdeeds. The night ended with me pounding off a couple more orgasms, with Mom being the star of my fantasies.
It turns out that Uncle Dave didn’t need to convince my aunt to join us. She jumped at the idea when Mom first asked her. After that, it became routine to go out on Friday nights to dance. Mom was true to her word and didn’t wear the dress again, but her clothes progressively became more suggestive. Shorter skirts, sheer blouses, unbuttoned, to allow the edges of her bra to peek out.
Paula followed Mom’s lead. I suspected she hadn’t done it before because she was afraid of being too intimate around her sister’s son, or maybe she needed encouragement. Whatever the case, she repeated her older sister’s actions, much to my delight. When Mom’s flirting increased with more touching, closer dancing, and an occasional peck on the lips, my aunt quickly fell in step, and replicated her sister’s provocative moves. On some of the weeknights, I had to bow out of playing games or dining out with them because finals were approaching, but Friday nights were always a given.
After a couple of weeks, they decided that they’d take turns drinking more than the normal amount, so there’d be two of us to watch out for the one overdoing it. Mom’s turn was first, and I was rewarded with a very closely hugging partner toward the end of the night. To my chagrin, she didn’t kiss me, but I chalked it up to not wanting to open the floodgates for Paula.
We continued alternating, and neither one of them went too far overboard, probably fearing the onset of a hangover the next morning. The week before my graduation, it was Paula’s turn, and she wore the skimpiest outfit I’d seen so far. Her short, white, pleated skirt barely made it to mid-thigh, and to make things worse, she wore a halter crop-top, revealing her sunken stomach. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, which completed her look of a high school cheerleader.
Aware of her scantily clad body, she blushed profusely, as all of the admiring looks caused her to chug down more wine than normal. Halfway through the night, our dancing evolved into something more intimate. She stepped in close, sliding her arms around my neck. My hands landed on the bare skin of her waist.
She buried her face in my neck, her hot breath trembling and washing across my skin. Her crop-top rose slightly, my hands gliding upward, exploring her newly uncovered satiny-smooth flesh. Her fingers tightened at the back of my neck, and I knew she felt the same as I did. The exquisite, almost forbidden thrill of so much bare-skin touching in the middle of a crowded room, excited both of us. When I brought her back to the table, Mom helped her sit. Paula’s hand immediately grabbed Mom’s full wine glass and chugged it down.
“Whoa, sis. Take it easy,” Mom warned. “How about if I have my final dance with Jimmy and then we can leave.”
“Soright,” my aunt slurred, barely functional at that point.
Once Mom and I were on the floor, she drew me in close, and whispered, “I think she’s had a little too much. After we put her in the car, I’ll call Dave and warn him that she might be sick when he comes home.”
“Sure, I’d suggest keeping her awake to give her water, but I don’t think that’s going to happen,” I said.
She giggled, and hearing the music fade, she agreed, “You’re probably right. This number is ending. Let’s take her home.”
She led me back to the table, and after helping her sister to her feet, my drunken aunt fell into me. “Time to go home, sis,” Mom said.
“No!” she yelled, causing several people to look at us. She rested her chin on my shoulder and held on to me tightly. Staring at Mom, she whined, “You always get to dance with him last. It’s my night tonight, and I want to be his final dance partner.”
Her body trembled as she wept, and I knew Mom couldn’t deny her crying sister anything.
“Okay, Sis. You win, but let him hold you up. I don’t want you falling on the floor and having people laugh at you,” Mom said.
I led her out to the darkest part of the floor, more like carrying her, as she barely shuffled her feet. There was no dancing, only hugging and swaying back and forth, our feet cemented in place. Her hands roamed around my back, her head still resting on my shoulder. My hands firmly gripped her sides, holding her up.
She whispered, “Lower your hands. I love it when a man holds me.”
When I slid my hands down to rest on her hips, she ordered, “Lower. I want to feel your hands on my bare legs.”
I slid them over her thinly covered buns, until I found the backs of her thighs. When I gently squeezed them, she moaned and croaked, “This is why I wore a short skirt. Raise them and hold my ass in your hands and pull me into you. It’s been so long since a man has held me like that.”
I wasn’t about to pass up this chance, and quickly glided my hands up her smooth skin until filled with her bare buns. She either wasn’t wearing panties, or had worn a thong, her full, bare ass firmly in my grip. I dug my fingers into her spongy buns and yanked her into me, my iron-hard cock flattening against her bare midriff.
She groaned in my ear, and murmured, “Thank you so much, Jimmy. I love it when a man reacts and shows his appreciation for my body, and by the feel of that hard thing in my stomach, I’d say I passed the test. It’s been more than a year since I’ve felt someone harden for me.”
I remained silent, afraid to break our moment of passion. When the song was near the end, she lifted her head off my shoulder, and looked up into my face. Her wide, brown eyes were filled with the same lust and passion I’d seen in Mom’s on the evening of the banquet.
“Jimmy, do you think I’m pretty?” Her voice trembled with nervousness, as if she desired confirmation of her beauty.
I brought my face closer, and softly replied, “You are very beautiful, Auntie. Inside and out. Haven’t you noticed all the guys checking you out whenever we’re out dancing? They’re all jealous of me when I’m holding you. I love going out with the two most beautiful women in the world.”
She smiled widely, her eyes gleaming with joy, then whispered, “Show me, Jimmy. Kiss me like I’m a beautiful woman.”
She swiped her lips with her tongue and, with her hands on the back of my head, pulled me to her hungry mouth. After several gentle kisses, her mouth opened, and soon after, her tongue shot into my mouth. I returned the favor, and while we released our passions, my hands mauled her bare ass. She groaned in my mouth, as we kissed like lovers.
Our tongues battled as we ground our mouths together. Something had triggered in her to release a year’s worth of pent-up passion, and I was fortunate enough to be on the receiving end. I knew that if we kept it up, we might be escorted out of the place, so I gently pulled my mouth off her luscious lips. Her look was one of yearning, mixed with satisfaction.
She whispered, “Thank you so much, Jimmy. It feels good to be wanted.” She paused, her eyes flitting around, struggling to focus. She whispered, “I think we’d better leave before you have to carry me out.”
I looked around to see if there was a crowd watching us, and fortunately, it was near closing, and there were only a few people left. Except for one, Mom. She stood at our table, her hands on her hips, staring directly at us. From her expression, I knew I’d have some explaining to do when we arrived home.
I wrapped my arm around Paula’s waist, my hand firmly gripping her bare flesh, holding her up as I led her to where Mom stood, her foot tapping the floor. When we were close, she said, “I’ve already settled the tab and called Dave. Let’s get her home.”
It was a quiet ride to my aunt’s place, and while I carried her to her bedroom, Mom led the way, opening doors. When I laid her limp body on the bed, she was already asleep, more like unconscious, really.
Mom leaned down, removed the tie from my aunt’s ponytail, and fluffed out her hair. Moving down to her skirt, she began unbuttoning it, and ordered “Remove her top, we need to make her comfortable. She’s going to have a rough enough time tomorrow morning.”
My hands shook, as I unfastened her crop-top. After I pulled it off one arm and was working on the other, I heard Mom exclaim, “Jesus, really?”
I looked at what Mom was staring at, and saw that my suspicions were correct, Paula was wearing a thong. Mom looked at me, and our faces flushed at the same time. I knew it was wrong, but as Mom stared at me, my eyes drifted to my aunt’s groin. Paula’s landing strip was too wide for the thin band of material covering her, her light brown fur visible on both sides.
Suddenly, I felt Mom’s hand on my side, forcefully pushing me. “Wait in the living room. I’ll finish in here.”
It took all my willpower to pull away, my feet wanting to remain frozen in place, but since I was already in hot water with Mom, I turned and headed to the living room. I reached down into my pants and gripped my iron-hard prick and bent it to the side. I involuntarily groaned, the pleasure flowing through me as I gave my cock some well-deserved attention. What a night it’d turned out to be. When I heard the door close and Mom’s footsteps, I repositioned myself and made my way outside, Mom closely following. It was a silent ride home.
After our showers, we met in the living room, and it wasn’t long after that Mom addressed the evening’s activities. “I can’t believe she got that drunk,” she said, her tone remorseful. “We should’ve been more careful. I hope Dave doesn’t become upset and put a stop to her going out with us. I’m not sure I’d disagree with his decision from the way you two acted on the last dance. Don’t you remember when you were dating and I explained to you to never take advantage of a woman? It’s disrespectful and demeaning.”
Her words hurt, not that she was totally wrong, but because I’d let her down. I had to try to tell her everything and hope she’d understand. “Mom, she’s the one who told me to do the things I did, and yes, I knew she was drunk, but I could tell she really needed my attention. From what she told me, she and Uncle Dave haven’t been intimate for more than a year.”
Mom’s expression softened somewhat, and I felt she was relenting on her stand. “She isn’t alone there. Your father and uncle seem to have lost interest in romance a long time ago. I guess I can see where she’s coming from, and her demands aren’t that unusual. A woman loves a man’s hand on her behind from someone she cares for, and in this case, she trusts and respects you, so I can see how she wanted to feel that again. But remember, you have to be discreet when doing it; otherwise, it comes off as being rude and disrespectful.”
While she was talking, my mind was stuck on the fact that she’d admitted that she hadn’t been intimate with Dad for over a year. “How could he possibly resist ravaging her sexy body?” I asked myself.
Catching the last of her speech, I answered, “I’m sorry if I wasn’t careful enough, but I do respect and care for Aunt Paula very much. I hope I haven’t ruined my relationship with her. I was only trying to make her feel better.”
“Oh, I’m sure you made her feel better, and you don’t have to worry about it that much. In fact, she might not even remember what she did, so let’s not rehash it with her.”
“Sounds good, Mom,” I replied, and at that moment, she rose and headed to her room, calling out goodnight over her shoulder.
For the first time in months, Paula dominated my fantasies as I stroked my cock off to another three orgasms.
Monday night, we went out to eat, and, uncharacteristically, Paula didn’t greet me with her usual hug and was unusually quiet throughout the meal. Toward the end, she and Mom looked at each other and nodded, as if giving a secret signal. She reached across the table and held my hand. Her voice quivered as she spoke.
“Jimmy, I want to apologize for my behavior on Friday night. It was inappropriate for me to act that way toward my nephew, and I’m truly sorry. I’d hate for you to have ill feelings toward me and hope you’ll forgive me, so we can get back to where we were before I got stinking drunk and stupid.”
Her face was filled with sincerity, and she truly had nothing to be sorry about. I’d enjoyed every minute of it, but one look at Mom and I knew I could never admit that. Gently squeezing her hand, I replied, “Auntie, there’s nothing you could do to make me feel any less of you. I’ll forgive you if you’ll do the same for me, for whatever I might have done to encourage you. Let’s just chalk it up to a drunken night and look to the future.”
Mom’s glow reflected her pride in me, and Paula’s expression of joy showed her pleasure as the ship was righted, and once again, we were all comfortable with each other. The rest of the week was a blur, as I prepared for ending the school year on Friday.
On the morning of graduation, Dad, in a mournful, sad tone, expressed, “I’m really sorry, Jimmy, but I won’t be able to make it tonight. We really got hit hard with an urgent order.”
“That’s fine, Dad. It’s not a big deal. I’m just glad to be done with it and look forward to starting summer vacation,” I replied, almost thankful he wasn’t attending, hoping Mom had something planned for us.
Mom stood off to the side, and her unbroken expression led me to believe she already knew about his absence. She piped up, “Don’t worry, dear. Paula and I are going to treat him to a nice dinner at the Hilton afterward. Even though he can’t drink, I’m going to have enough for both of us. I’m so proud of him for graduating at the top of the class, and I want to help him celebrate. We’re going to be out late that night, so don’t be surprised if you arrive home before us.”
Dad thought a bit before suggesting, “Tell you what. Why don’t you book a couple of rooms there and take an overnight bag with you? That way, you won’t be on the road in the early morning when the drunks are out, and you’ll be able to enjoy yourselves more without worrying about leaving.”
Mom quickly replied, “That sounds wonderful. Thanks so much, sweetie. We’ll eat breakfast there, too, so don’t wait for us, plus I may sleep late if I have too much to drink.”
“Have a great time, you two,” Dad said, with a cheerfulness not quite resonating with a man whose wife was going out on a date all night.
I wore my suit again, although a gown would cover it; I wanted to be ready for dinner afterward. When Mom appeared, I stared aghast, once again, as she was adorned in the satiny blue cocktail dress.
When she saw my stunned expression, a playful grin spread across her face. “I did promise your father that I’d wear it on special occasions, and tonight definitely qualifies. Shall we go, or do I need to get something to prop up your jaw?”
She laughed at my expense, slipped her arm through mine, and led me to the car.
Paula met us there, and the ceremony went well, although I kept glancing at the crowd to spot Mom and my aunt. My aunt wore a sundress, which fit her shapely body perfectly, so I had two beautiful women to look at. Afterward, out in the halls, Mom hugged me tightly, and then Paula followed suit, congratulating me. They each grabbed an arm and led me through the crowd, my classmates staring at us with the same gaping mouths as I’d had, laying my eyes on Mom in her dress.
Dinner went well, and both ladies kept me busy dancing with them, refusing any men who tried to horn in, and there were plenty. At around ten o’clock, Paula bid us goodnight, as she had something planned to do on Saturday. We walked her out to her car, hugged her, and sent her on her way.
We returned to the lounge to finish the evening. Mom drank a little more than the night of the banquet, but I felt she needed to relax and enjoy herself. After all, her son was starting on a new path, and she might feel a little depressed on seeing me preparing to fly the nest. Each time we went to the floor, the distance between us narrowed until finally, she began each dance by hugging me tightly, her arms wrapped around me.
On the last dance, she kissed me again in the same manner as at the banquet. There was no mistaking the bulge pressed into her as she held me close. Glancing around, I noticed we were in a darkened area, with Mom’s back to the wall.
Thinking back to Mom telling me that a woman liked to feel a man’s hand on her butt, but it had to be done discreetly, I felt the moment was right. My hands drifted lower until they rested on her rounded ass. Instead of reprimanding me, she pulled my head to hers, kissing me.
While her hands held my head, mashing her full lips against mine, I squeezed her ass, causing a groan from deep within her to escape. Our noses expelled torrents of hot air as our breaths quickened. After several moments of enjoying the feel of her ass, her lips released mine. Her eyes locked with mine again, filled with passion and lust.
This time, I broke the silence, whispering, “That’s the best damn graduation present I can think of.”
She paused, then broke out in a giggle. “I’d argue that it wasn’t my graduation, but I’m glad you liked it. I love you so much, Jimmy.”
Her emotional declaration caught me off guard, but I didn’t hesitate to reply, “I love you, too, Mom.”
On the way to our rooms, I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her tightly, as she was a little wobbly. We went into her room first, where I set her onto the bed and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge, then handed it to her. “Remember, Mom, hydrate for a bit. I expect that bottle to be empty before you fall asleep.”
“Of course, dear, but I could use some company. Why don’t we take showers and meet back here? I booked your room next to mine on purpose, because of the connecting door. Just knock when you’re ready. No need to get all dressed up to go out in the hall,” she suggested.
“Sure, see you in a bit,” I said, unable to hide my grin.
During my shower, I’d thought about rubbing one out, but I thought it’d be fun, sitting around, talking to Mom with a hard-on. I didn’t bother wearing underwear, slipping on my robe, and lightly knocking on the connecting door.
She opened it, and I immediately noticed she was also wearing a hotel robe. Her room was much larger and had a loveseat facing a TV, so we settled in and watched some late-night shows, while filling up with water.
When we both could hardly keep our eyes open, she stood and softly asked, “Jimmy, would you mind staying until I’m tucked in?”
“I remember you doing that to me when I was growing up. I guess a little payback isn’t out of the question,” I replied, only too happy to stay a tad bit longer.
She turned to the head of the bed, facing away from me, and untied the cottony belt on her robe and sloughed it off. Her curvy body was clad in a short, black, silky nightie. It wasn’t completely sheer, but thin enough that I could detect panties, but no bra strap.
When she bent over to pull the covers back, I was surprised she didn’t hear me gasp. The back of her nightie rode up, revealing the bottoms of her blue panties and the backs of her smooth, firm thighs.
Without the restrictions of underwear, I had to hurriedly reach into my robe and adjust my prick, so it wouldn’t poke out. It throbbed again, when she turned around and crawled into bed. The outlines of her nipples were visible against the material, and when my gaze finally rose to her face, I caught her with a mischievous smile.
She slid underneath the covers, saying, “Okay, tuck me in, sweetie.”
The way she used to tuck me in, when I was little, and before I thought I was too old to be mothered, remained fresh in my mind. I pulled the covers up, then pulled the sheet over the top and snugged it in beside her neck. I leaned down and pecked her on the cheek, just like she used to do to me. “Goodnight, Mom. I’ll turn off the light on my way out.”
I turned, ready to leave, when she said, “Jimmy, would you mind sleeping with me tonight?”
I whipped around and stared, open-mouthed at her.
She chuckled. “Not like that, silly. I’m your mother, for god’s sake. I just miss having a man in bed with me. Just lie behind me and keep me company. It makes me feel safer.”
There was no doubt that it was a wish come true, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. She’d already read my mind when I’d envisioned plowing my hard cock into her.
I paused, then replied, “I guess it’d be all right. I didn’t put on any underwear after my shower, so give me a minute to run to my room and slip on a pair.”
“No need, Jimmy. Just turn out the lights, take off your robe, and crawl in behind me. Please?”
There it was. The pleading, wishful expression that melted my heart every time. After eighteen years, she knew exactly how to manipulate me, not that it bothered me, especially in this instance.
Flicking off the switch, I made my way to the other side, slid off my robe, and carefully crawled in. She lay on her left side, facing the other way, so I assumed the same position.
When I didn’t move for a moment, she murmured, “Come closer, Jimmy. I want to feel your chest pressed against my back.”
I inched closer, ensuring my jutting prick wouldn’t jab into her. It was a struggle, but I was finally able to mash my torso against her.
She reached back with her arm and waved it, grasping for mine. “Give me your arm, sweetie”
She grabbed my hand when I reached out, pulled it around her, and placed it on her waist. She draped her arm over mine and murmured, “That’s perfect. I’m already feeling sleepy. Goodnight, Jimmy.”
It was as if a switch flipped off inside of her, as her breathing deepened and lengthened. She was asleep within five minutes, leaving me with a raging hard-on and no way to relieve it. My nights usually consisted of a lot of tossing and turning, and I feared what would happen if I inadvertently grabbed one of her tits, or bumped my cock into her during one of my adjustments. I tried to remain awake, but within an hour, sleep overtook me.
Escaping the fog of sleep, I felt something out of the norm. Then it came to me what had happened the previous night. Sure enough, I’d turned to rest on my back at some point, and Mom had snuggled up to me. Her arm was draped over my chest, while one of her legs was ninety degrees to her, sprawled on top of my legs.
Blinking rapidly, my eyes opened, letting the light in.
“Good morning, baby. Sleep well?” Mom asked, her eyes staring at my surprised face.
She lay on her side, facing me, her beautiful face softened by the filtered light through the blinds. Even fresh from sleep, she looked effortlessly stunning. None of the usual ‘morning face’ things you’d expect, such as puffy eyes, creased skin, or frazzled hair.
“I can’t believe how fast I fell asleep,” she commented. “It was from you being with me. There’s something about another person in bed with you that’s comforting. I hate sleeping alone. How about you? You fall asleep fairly fast?”
“Not really,” I groaned, not willing to explain the reason.
“That’s a shame. What was wrong?” she asked. She shifted her arm and then her leg. Before I could say anything, her leg collided with my hard prick, revealing my problem. I’m not sure it ever softened through the night, as my dreams were filled with Mom doing unmotherly things with me.
“Oh my! Is that why you couldn’t sleep?” she asked, gasping, but left her leg resting against my prick.
“Sort of. I’ve never slept with a woman through the night, and it doesn’t help that she’s a beautiful one to boot,” I admitted, blushing.
“You poor man,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry I did that to you.” Her palm slid over my stomach, her arm shoving down the covers as it ventured south. When she neared my pelvic area, her fingers spread out, gliding through my pubic hair, until my cock nestled between her thumb and forefinger. Wrapping her fingers around my stem, she began to stroke slowly up and down the entire length of my pole. The covers had moved past my balls, and the sight of her hand on my erect prick made it throb even harder.
“Jesus, Mom!” I exclaimed, my hand gripping her arm, but unable to pull it away. Not that I wasn’t strong enough, but because it felt too damn good. It was the relief I’d been hungering for all night, and I resigned to my fate and just groaned.
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