One day, while cleaning my son's room, I found an adult website open on his PC. Thinking it was only natural for a boy his age, I checked his search history with mild concern—and was shocked to see my past AV works listed one after another. I'd already noticed strange things: he'd started peeking at me in the bath, or suddenly bringing home large packages. Seeing those videos, I realized he'd been obsessively buying my old adult toys and masturbating to them, reliving my past performances. Just then, my son walked in. He asked me to keep it a secret from his father and timidly requested help ejaculating. I had dismissed his adolescent curiosity at first, but soon he began imitating my old scenes—starting with handjob and fingering, escalating to bondage, sex toys, deep throat, and rough, pounding thrusts. Before I knew it, I was addicted to his cock, completely enslaved by his insatiable stamina. The sexual power of a teenage boy exceeded anything I'd ever imagined.