His cock grew harder, tenting his trousers. He was having crazy sexual thoughts about fucking his mother. The intensity of his lust frightened him. He swallowed hard, trying to dismiss them.

"Let's have a look at that hand."

Isidore raised his hand, and his mother began washing the scratches. Isidore's head swam with filthy thoughts; his heart beat faster and faster. His cock was fully erect, bulging in his skintight jeans.

"Okay! All done here. I think you'll live. Go to the doctor in the morning and get a tetanus shot.

What was wrong with me, he thought, having such depraved thoughts about my mother's sexy body.

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