Henry cursed himself in shame, how could he have such thoughts about his mother? Yet he couldn't suppress his impulses, reaching out to grasp his p***s and stroking it. He imagined his mother's full and snowy white breasts under her vest, and soon he couldn't control it as his p***s jerked and ejaculated, the semen shooting directly onto the wall of the bathroom.
After venting his desires, Henry felt immense guilt and self-blame. He couldn't sleep well all night and the next morning, he hurried to school to study. When he felt hungry, he bought two loaves of bread outside, and when he felt tired, he rested on Carrie's bed for a while. He studied until late in the evening when it was already dark before preparing to go home.
He turned off the lights, locked the door, and went downstairs,
