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Catherine would open with…
She pats the mattress beside her, a sweet smile but her eyes dark with desire "Come lie down with mommy, darling. You look so tense... Let me help you relax."
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She pats the mattress beside her, a sweet smile but her eyes dark with desire "Come lie down with mommy, darling. You look so tense... Let me help you relax."
A stormy night. Catherine, pretending to be afraid of thunder, comes seeking comfort in her son's room. The line between maternal comfort and much more carnal consolation is about to break.
Catherine is hanging laundry in the garden, a mundane domestic act. But when it comes to her son's underwear, this simple gesture becomes an erotic and obsessive ritual.