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Measuring My Cum - 4
by Palacechief (no address provided)

***

A doctor has a mother masturbate her son so she can 
measure his semen volume due to a medical condition. 
(F/M-teen, inc, mast, exh)

***

Author's Note: I cannot confirm whether this story is 
purely a work of fiction or has elements of truth. I 
will leave it to your imagination.

***

Part 4

The next two days, which were a Thursday and Friday, 
followed a very similar routine to the first day of 
mom helping measuring my cum.

Mom would take one specimen first thing when I got 
home, coming into my bathroom after I showered, 
whilst I stood naked in the bath. The other two times 
each evening, she would wank me off into the semen 
beaker whilst I lay on my bed.

Mom would take her bra off during our 'sessions' in 
the bathroom. Even better, she had also got into the 
habit of removing it and showing me her boobs whilst 
she wanked me off on the bed. I had requested this 
during one of our earlier sessions on the bed, 
although we hadn't started off that way, and she 
seemed to be happy to continue with that extra bit of 
stimulation for me. It was incredibly exciting for 
me, watching her boobs jiggle and wobble whilst she 
wanked me off. She would let me touch them lightly, 
but only for a moment or two, until I became rock 
hard and virtually ready to cum straight away. 

Just a few other things worth mentioning about our 
sessions, as the week had gone on. 

Firstly, when mom came in to wank me off in the 
bathroom, she would always insist on 'making sure I 
was clean', as she would put it, even though she knew 
I would only call her in after I'd soaped and rinsed 
myself all over. She would rinse my dick and balls, 
taking the showerhead in one hand and spraying warm 
water over me whilst she stroked my cock, which would 
be hard or semi-hard by then, and then move on to my 
balls. 

After that, she would ask me to turn around so she 
could rinse my butt. Now, I don't know for sure why 
she asked me to do that, because she didn't need to 
do it for wanking me off, but I would comply, and she 
would always rub my buttocks up and down well, 
getting a good feel of them. I was sure she was doing 
that on purpose, because she enjoyed it, but I never 
said anything. It kind of turned me on to know she 
might be getting some pleasure out of it, if my 
suspicions were correct.

Secondly, when she would wank me off on the bed, 
although she always wore panties which were large 
enough to cover her pussy well, she would push the 
fabric at the back of those into her butt crack, so 
as to expose more of the flesh of her ass cheeks. 
Again, I used to find this extremely arousing. It got 
me thinking that, as she was doing this anyway, 
perhaps I could suggest she wear something like a 
thong, or g-string which would have the same visual 
effect, in a better way, but I hadn't felt confident 
enough to say that so far. In any case, I didn't know 
if she owned anything like that, or had worn such an 
item, even for when dad had been around.

Another thing was that, as the week had gone on, she 
seemed to have become much more relaxed about the 
whole thing. Originally, when Dr. Taylor had 
suggested mom help me get samples of my semen for 
accuracy in collection, she had been a bit twitchy 
and reluctant. But as each day went by, she became a 
bit easier going with me. And not just about doing 
that, but also in our day-to-day conversations and 
how she behaved at home. She had become a bit less 
moody and temperamental. Also, she seemed to be 
wearing a bit more make-up around the house, and her 
hair seemed better kept, which I'd never noticed 
before.

She seemed to be changing. Maybe it was just a co-
incidence and nothing to do with our cum measuring 
sessions. Or maybe it was.

As mom's mood improved, I had also kept on thinking 
about how I might be able to push things a bit more 
in our sessions. I had become much less self-
conscious about my body and being nude in front of 
her, and her seeing my erect dick. I desperately 
wanted to suck on her nipples and tits and kiss that 
wonderful backside of hers. But I just couldn't think 
of a way to suggest that. And I didn't want to push 
things too far, too quickly, just in case it all went 
wrong. 

Although I had an inkling that mom might be getting 
some kind of secret sexual gratification out of our 
sessions, I couldn't be sure, and didn't want to ruin 
things in case she got angry with me, and stopped the 
whole thing. So I decided not to push it. I was still 
enjoying our sessions anyway. After all, how many 
son's get the chance to actually see their mom semi-
nude, topless, wearing only panties, and feel up her 
tits and ass whilst she wanked them off! I should be 
grateful for what I was getting!

It still bothered me, though, why I had the ache in 
my balls every day, until I had cum several times, 
and only then felt normal by the end of the day. I 
guess Dr Taylor would let us know after she had all 
the results. Mom had been keeping a daily note of how 
much cum I had been producing, noting down the 
measurements from the lines on the sides of the semen 
beaker, after each of our sessions. From what I 
remembered, Dr Taylor had said she would let us know 
the results of the blood tests early next week. 

During our last session on Friday evening, after I 
had cum, but before saying goodnight mom said "We'll 
have more time over the weekend," kissed me on the 
cheek as she normally did, and went off to bed. As I 
drifted off to sleep, I kept on thinking what she had 
meant by that. Time would only tell!

As I awoke next morning, sleepily, I looked at the 
lock radio on the bedside cabinet. It was 8.00 am. 
Feeling my semi hard-on, I realised mom hadn't come 
in like she had been doing the last few mornings. 
Then I remembered it was Saturday. She must be having 
a lie in, like she normally did on weekends.

I turned over, nuzzled my face into the pillows, 
pulled my duvet up so it covered my face and curled 
back into the warmth and comfort of my bed. It was 
the best part of waking up on weekend mornings, 
nuzzling back into bed after just waking up. 

I think I must have drifted off to another gentle 
sleep for a while. The next thing I knew, something 
was touching my arm and I heard my name.

"Jacob, come on sleepy head."

I turned, opened my eyes and saw mom standing over me 
in her dressing gown and holding a mug in one hand. 

"Morning, young man," she said with a smile.

"Morning, mom," I replied, smiling back.

"I've bought you some tea. As it's the weekend, I 
thought we could do our first session in the bathroom 
whilst you shower."

"Ok, mom," I replied. 

"Thanks for the tea" I added, sitting up and taking 
it from her hand. It had been ages since she had 
bought me tea in bed. Maybe this was sign of a good 
day to come.

She sat down on the bed next to me. 

"I'm going shopping after breakfast, so I'll be out 
until about mid-afternoon. What are you doing today?"

I hadn't got anything planned so I said "Not much. I 
might go out later and meet up a few friends, but 
that won't be till late afternoon, if I manage to get 
hold of someone on the phone. Why?"

"Oh, I just wanted to plan our sessions for today," 
she said, looking at me hard in the eyes. "As I've 
got a bit more time over the weekend, it just makes 
it easier time-wise."

Like last night, I wasn't quite sure what she meant 
by that, but my dick was stirring under the duvet. 

"And I just wanted to have a talk with you about how 
you were feeling now, and if your condition has 
improved any? Be honest with me now."

"Well," I said hesitating a little, "I still have 
these aches... err... you know... in my ba... I mean 
testicles," I said.

"It's ok, you can call them your balls," said mom, 
picking up on my stammer. "I don't mind if you use 
normal slang words for our body parts -- I did 
mention that to you before," said mom reassuringly.

My dick stirred again.

"In my balls I mean," I said, going along with her.

"And do you still feel better after cumming several 
times by the end of the day?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Well, let's see what news Dr. Taylor will give us 
this week. You know she is going to let us have your 
blood tests results on Monday or Tuesday, don't you?"

"Yes, mom," I said. "I remembered this morning about 
that."

"Good," she replied. "Let's see if we can get some 
more samples this weekend then, and make you feel a 
little better," she added, with a slight look of 
concern, but smiling reassuringly too. "I'm sorry I 
had a go at you earlier in the week about not 
believing you."

"That's ok mom," I replied, a little surprised and 
touched by her sudden apology.

"Call me when you are in the shower. I just need to 
do something downstairs in the meantime."

"Ok, mom," I said. "Thanks."

Mom got up and left the room. I couldn't help 
watching her ass sway under her dressing gown as she 
walked away.

I sipped on my tea for a while and thought about what 
mom had said. She seemed quite concerned and keen to 
help me. It was nice to see her like that. Being the 
way she was normally -- which was quite temperamental 
and moody, and not expressing much love to me, it 
kind of mellowed my heart a bit to see her apparent 
warmth and concern. Her mood certainly had improved 
during the course of the week. 

I did have a problem of sorts, and I hoped the doctor 
would let us know if there was anything to be really 
concerned about, or whether this was just one of 
those 'growing up phases around puberty' that she had 
mentioned it might be. But also, out of all this, I 
was getting some real sexual turn on and relief. Ok, 
so my balls ached a bit at times and I needed to 
spurt out a lot of cum, but, hey, I was really 
enjoying doing it by the way mom was helping me! 

My dick stirred again. I wondered for a moment what 
mom had really meant about 'having more time' over 
the weekend. I looked over at the clock. It was 9.30 
am. I decided to shower. I was dying to see mom's 
body again. I gave myself an extra good clean all 
over and then shouted down to mom.

My dick was already a little hard thinking about what 
was to come. By now, I was much more comfortable 
about her seeing me nude as well as my hard on in all 
its glory, so I just stood there, wiping my face with 
the towel and rubbing my hair dry. I knew there was 
no point in drying the rest of my body, as mom seemed 
to insist on rinsing my cock and butt whenever we had 
a session in the bathroom.

I heard her come up the stairs and walk into my 
bedroom towards the en-suite bathroom.

She knocked on the door like she normally did.

"Ok, hon?" she said, from the other side of the 
bathroom door, which was only a few inches ajar.

"Yea, come in mom," I said, in a happy tone.

Mom came in. She was still wearing her dressing gown, 
which was one of those made of towelling fabric, with 
a belt tied by a knot in the middle. She was holding 
the semen-measuring beaker in one hand as usual.

She looked at me, and then down at my dick, which was 
semi hard as usual at this time in the proceedings.

She licked her lips again. She had done this a few 
times, and I was certain she was not aware she was 
doing it.

"As I mentioned earlier," she said looking at me, 
"I've got more time over the weekend, and as I 
haven't showered yet, I thought we could kill two 
birds with one stone, so to speak, if I joined you in 
the shower. I can take your sample and shower off as 
well. And we'll save a bit on the hot water."

I stood in silence looking at her, trying to take in 
what she had just said. Then, she undid her robe, 
pulling on the belt so it untied and fell loose, 
pulled it off over her shoulders, and let it fall to 
the floor. It was only when it had dropped down 
fully, that I saw she was completely nude, as my eyes 
dropped to her crotch area and saw the hairs on her 
pussy. Fuck!

I blushed, like I never had before. A deep red streak 
must have shot along my neck and cheeks.

Mom had not looked at me whilst she took off her 
robe, and in a 'matter-of-fact' way she said, "You've 
seen me half naked anyway over the past few days, so 
I guess, it doesn't really matter if you see me 
completely nude. Naturists do it all the time. Move 
along a bit."

She waved her forefinger at me to move towards the 
tap end of the bath. As I did so, she held the semen 
beaker in one hand, and with her large hanging tits 
rolling freely from side to side, she lifted one leg 
up and over into the bath, followed by the other, and 
stood in front of me in the bath, completely naked.

As you might imagine, by now my dick was raging up. I 
looked at mom's wonderful boobs momentarily, and then 
my eyes automatically went down to her pubes again. I 
could see a neatly trimmed patch of hairs covering 
her pussy!

She saw my straining cock and said, "Well, at least 
you are well and truly ready for your morning 
session."

I gulped.

All this had left me truly speechless so far, but 
trying to compose myself, I said, in a hesitating, 
high-pitched voice after clearing my throat a little, 
"Yea, mom, I think I'm ready." It was all I could 
think of!

"Grab the shower head for me will you," she said. I 
turned around and pulled the detachable shower head 
off the wall bracket, switched the water on, and 
turned back around, handing it to mom as I faced her. 

My dick was sticking out rock hard in front of me. I 
was dying to cum.

"Let me give you a quick rinse," she said. And with 
that, she sprayed the water over my straining prick, 
running her free hand along the shaft, and then moved 
down to my balls, cupping and feeling them as she did 
so.

"Turn around," she said.

I did a quick u-turn and faced the tap end wall.

I felt her spray my back and then my buttocks. 

"Hand me the shower gel will you dear," she said. I'd 
never heard her ask for that before, as she would 
normally only rinse me off, but I picked up the 
bottle and moved my hand backwards, passing it to her 
without turning around.

Momentarily, I heard her let the shower head fall 
down into the bath with the spray still coming out, 
and then she said, "I do like you to be especially 
clean all over, so I'm just going to rub some of this 
shower gel along your butt crack towards your balls. 
Bend forward for me a little."

I couldn't believe my ears! I turned my head to one 
side as if to turn around and mom said, "Don't worry, 
I'll be gentle. It's not as if I haven't done this 
before young man. Who cleaned your butt crack when 
you were much younger?"

Jesus, I couldn't quite believe what mom had just 
said, but I complied with her instructions. 

I felt her run a finger along my ass-crack, making me 
flinch a little as she ran over my asshole and then 
touch my balls, rubbing some shower gel along there.

Then, I felt her rub my buttocks up and down, giving 
them a good feel.

Finally, she grabbed the shower head again, spraying 
my butt and up between my ass cheeks, rinsing me off 
under there.

"There, that's better," she said after a minute or 
two of rinsing me off.

"Turn off the water and turn around now," she 
continued.

I did so, and she looked down at my raging hard-on 
jerking up at her.

"It will be easier to take the sample if I kneel down 
in front of you," she said. Then to my further 
amazement, she knelt down in the bath so that her 
face was virtually level with my dick and balls, and 
started stroking it. I could almost feel her breath 
on my piss-slit, it was so close to her lips. God, I 
felt like sticking it in her mouth there and then, 
but controlled myself!

Her right hand wrapped my dick firmly as she pumped 
me. As I looked down, I saw her glorious boobs wobble 
and jiggle as she did so. Fuck! What an amazing 
sight!

After all that had happened so far, and seeing mom 
knelt down in front of me, naked and pumping my hard 
cock for she was worth, I felt the spunk rise in my 
balls and let her know as normal.

"I'm gonna cum, quick, mom," I said.

She grabbed the semen beaker, which she had placed in 
the bath next to her, with her free hand and 
positioned it so the tip of my prick was pointing 
into it, and with her other hand continued pulling on 
my cock, hard and fast.

"Uh... Uh... Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I said out loud as I came. 
My eyes closed, but I could feel thick wads of creamy 
white spunk spurting into the semen beaker.

As usual, mom milked every last drop from me, until I 
went limp. I opened my eyes and I saw her wipe the 
tips of her fingers into the beaker as normal, making 
sure she got every last bit.

I was on a real high and sat down on the edge of the 
bath to compose myself.

"Feeling better?" mom asked questioningly, holding up 
the semen beaker for me to see. "Look at that." 

I looked up and saw the beaker was almost a third 
full, which seemed a lot, considering the size of it. 
I'd kind of got used it by now.

"Yea, that was really good mom," I said truthfully. 
"I do feel much better now."

"Good," she said, placing the beaker on a glass shelf 
above the end of the bath.

"Now, I'm going to use your bathroom to shower as I 
said before, whilst I'm here, but before you go, 
there's something you can do for me."

"Ok," I said, hesitatingly, not sure what to expect.

"At my age, it's getting harder to reach all my body 
parts, so just soap up my back for me, and then you 
can go. That will be helpful."

"Sure, mom," I said, pleased to be able to help her 
in some way. I stood up again in the bath. As we were 
standing, I was still at the tap end.

Mom said, "I'd need to swap places with you to be 
near the shower end. You don't have to get out. I 
think we can just squeeze past each other in here."

My bath was a fairly large one, but two people could 
not stand side by side in the width part without 
touching each other, but there was just enough room 
to get by. As mom moved herself so she was sliding 
along, facing me, I did the same, facing her, and our 
bodies touched. Her boobs squeezed along my chest and 
I felt her nipples rub into me. Even more 
tantalizingly, as I held her shoulders for support, 
because we were about the same height, my pubic area 
and cock, which was still limp, brushed across her 
pussy mound! Fuck!

She did not say anything and neither did I, but as 
she turned so as to face away from me towards the 
shower, I felt the blood rush to my prick. I was 
still not quite erect, but the effect of the 
manoeuvre we had just performed, and touching her 
pussy area with my dick, had been like an electric 
current through me.

In all our activity in the bath so far, I had not 
managed to see mom's fully naked ass clearly due to 
our positions. Although I was now standing behind 
her, I still could not see it 'full on' as I was not 
at, or near, eye level, with it. I looked down and 
saw the milky white globes of her buttocks as they 
arched outwards and curved back towards her thighs. 
Her ass was large, but not too big, and it still 
retained a good round shape and form with taught 
skin. It looked fucking hot as I looked down! Despite 
the fact I had cum just a moment ago, my dick started 
to get slightly hard again, although mom could not 
see that, as she had her back to me. 

I grabbed the shower gel and started rubbing it on 
and around mom's back in wide swirling motion. I 
moved from her shoulder blades, to the centre of her 
back, and down to the tops of her buttocks. I was 
hoping my increasing hard on would go back down, but, 
as I moved my hands to mom's lower back, I just 
couldn't help let the tips of my fingers slide over 
the top part of her buttocks, and that just made my 
cock spring up a touch more, although it was not 
quite a semi hard-on yet. 

Mom had not objected when I touched the flesh over 
the top of her buttocks.

I moved my hands back up to her shoulders and 
lathered in the soap a bit more, almost as if was 
massaging her shoulders and upper back area.

"Oh, that feels good," said mom in a grateful tone. I 
felt her relax her shoulder blades down as I did so.

Feeling encouraged by this, I carried on massaging 
the soap into her back. Then, I decided to take 
another chance. As the tips of my fingers went to her 
lower back and reached the tops of her buttocks 
again, I let both my palms slide gently over each 
butt cheek, one in each hand, as I rubbed soap into 
the deep, thick flesh there. I was careful not to let 
my fingers go anywhere near her butt crack, as that 
would probably have been going too far. 

Mom did not make any disapproving remarks as I did 
this. So as not to seem like I was lingering on her 
ass, but just making sure I was soaping her up 
properly, I slid my hands slowly up again, onto her 
back.

Then I repeated the whole thing, massaging her back 
and lathering in the shower gel, and finally again 
sliding my hands down over her ass cheeks, this time 
cupping a full deep handful as I squeezed the flesh 
there whilst rubbing the soap in.

Although mom had not said anything so far about my 
soaping up her ass 'unasked', the net effect of all 
this was that my dick had just raged up again. Mom 
could not see it, but I was fully hard again now, and 
desperately thinking what to say, and trying to avoid 
touching mom's ass with the tip of my dick, by moving 
back a few inches!

Then, quite unexpectedly mom bent forward a little to 
pick up a sponge and as she did so, the centre of her 
butt crack went over the tip of my stiff prick, going 
into it a little way.

"Oops... was that your finger?" she said, as she 
straightened up suddenly.

"Err... no... mom," I said hesitatingly. "Err... I'm 
sorry but I think soaping you up has made me hard 
again," I added. There was no hiding it now.

Mom turned around at saw my hard-on, sticking right 
up towards her.

"Goodness me," she said. "How did that happen so 
quickly? You've only just cum!"

"Err... well... I think it was seeing your ass mom," 
I said, deciding to be completely honest. There was 
no point in hiding what was happening.

"You only just rubbed some soap in," she said, almost 
aghast.

"Well... err... mom," I said hesitating again, "It's 
just that I... err... I find your body really 
arousing and... well... especially your ass."

"Well, really," said mom in a tone that treated what 
I had said as childish, like I was a kid who didn't 
know any better.

"This will never do. We'll have to get this childish, 
teenage, sexual excitement worked out of you, so we 
can collect your samples in a more adult way!" she 
continued, a bit more sternly.

I looked at her slightly confused, not knowing quite 
what she meant, with my dick still poking out towards 
her.

"I know I need to stimulate you to get your samples, 
but this is ridiculous!" She looked at me hard in the 
eye.

"Well, I guess you need to cum again?"

"Yes, I think so," I said. "But, although I'm hard, I 
think I need more stimulation to get the cum out as 
it is so soon."

"It's not stimulation you need, I think. More like 
sex, young man," she replied. "What are we to do with 
you, young man?" she continued, a little exasperated, 
and again in a tone like she was dealing with a 
naughty child, but not really sounding too annoyed

"Err..." I said, turning red in the face and 
completely confused now at what to do or say at her 
remarks.

"Never mind," said mom, seeing my confused, helpless 
state. "Ok, well first hand me the semen beaker," she 
continued.

I turned around and picked up the beaker from the 
shelf. It still had my cum in it from the previous 
time.

Turning back around, I handed it to mom. I had become 
a little soft again due to mom's rather brisk 
exchange of words.

Mom noticed and said, "It's gone soft again. Are you 
sure you need to cum?"

"I am," I said, feeling a slight ache.

With a bit of a sigh, mom said, "Ok, then, you might 
as well touch my ass again as you find it so 
interesting, and then we can get this over with, so I 
can finish my shower. Just tell me when you are ready 
to cum so I can get the beaker into position.

Holding the semen beaker in one hand, mom turned 
around, showing me her back and ass again. Then, as 
if to offer her ass to me better, she bent forward 
just a little, placing her free hand on the tiled 
wall in front of her for support.

I started cupping and feeling mom's still soaped up, 
wonderful, large buttocks again. The feel and sight 
of her glorious ass was extremely arousing, and in no 
time my dick was fully hard again, sticking out 
towards her butt cheeks.

I felt an instinctive desire to ram my cock along her 
butt crack and up into her pussy, but I knew that was 
completely out of the question.

Instead, I thought of something else quickly. "Mom, 
would you mind if I just slapped your butt cheeks 
with the cock a little. That would be really helpful, 
and I'm sure I'll be ready to cum quick then.

"Oh, go on then," replied mom, in a tone that sounded 
like she was saying 'let's get this over with'. "But 
mind you don't stick it into my ass crack."

With my lust raging now, mom's words were music to my 
ears, and I took hold of my prick with my right hand 
and slapped mom's buttocks a few times with the tip 
of my dick, and rubbed the piss-slit over the flesh 
of her ass cheeks, wiping my pre-cum on her. 

"Oh, that feels good mom," I said savouring the feel 
of her ass flesh on my stretched cock-head, and 
seeing the way each buttock rippled and indented with 
each movement.

"I felt the cum rise in my calls after a just a few 
moments of doing this, and knowing I could not last 
anymore I said, "Ok, mom, get the beaker ready."

Mom whipped herself around quickly, knelt down, and 
seeing I was holding my prick already so she needn't 
use her own hand, positioned it so the head of my 
prick went into the beaker. I wanked myself off into 
it as she held it correctly in position, watching me 
spurt my thick, creamy cum.

"Uooooohhh..." I grunted, loudly than ever before, as 
I came. I hadn't wanked myself in front of mom 
before, and just doing that added to the excitement 
of the moment as well.

She held the beaker in place whilst I pumped myself 
for as long as I could, until the cum waves stopped.

Mom stood up after I had finished and looked in the 
beaker again.

"This is amazing," she said looking at it. "It's just 
over half full now."

I had sat down on the edge of the bath, as I'd become 
slightly light headed. As I recovered and looked up 
at the beaker, I saw what mom meant. It looked like 
I'd produced almost the same amount of cum as a few 
minutes ago, and so soon!

All I knew was that I felt much better, and the ache 
in my balls had eased up.

"Satisfied for now young man?" said mom looking down 
at me, and in a tone a bit like she was talking to a 
kid.

"Er...yea mom, thanks," I replied, and actually 
feeling a bit like child who had wanted to play with 
a toy.

"Give yourself a quick rinse and then go and get 
dressed, and leave me to finish my shower," she said, 
handing me the showerhead and turning the water on.

I gave myself a quick wash and stepped out of the 
bathtub.

"I think we need to get as much cum out of you as 
possible, Jacob," said mom, in a stern, businesslike 
manner, as she stood naked in the bath looking at me, 
whilst I dried myself off, "So that Dr. Taylor knows 
exactly how much you are producing. I think we should 
modify the frequency of our sessions a bit just to 
see just how much we can get. I'll have to think 
about how we should proceed, and," she paused for a 
moment, "How to deal with your now obvious sexual 
desires towards my body." And with that, before I had 
the chance to say anything, she drew the shower 
curtain across firmly and turned on the shower.

Not quite understanding what she had just said, I 
walked back into my bedroom and lay down on the bed, 
still naked, and closed my eyes. I was still half in 
a daze from the high of my orgasm and seeing mom 
completely nude for the first time. Fuck! That had 
been amazing!

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story 
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in 
"real life" can look forward to many unproductive 
years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in 
their local prison system.
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