For the next few days of the week, this went on more or less the same way each day. You'd wait till your 'wife' feel asleep and you'd sneak into the bathroom to masturbate in front of the mirror. Each day made you less and less uncomfortable with the man in the mirror. It also ended up being a way to release the anger and frustration you felt about the whole situation. Each day made you feel less weird calling what used to be your mother "Honey" or "Cathy" or some other pet name. Even if it only was for show. Well, that probably helped. Imagine if you'd be excepted to do other husbandly duties other than calling your 'wife' something other than mother?
Having 'David' talk about his day in school thought, was still something that made you feel angry. 'David' was loving school, loving being the son and loving being young. He had no problem telling the rest of the family how great it was, either. Your 'wife' was mostly tuning it out but it still got to you. This was the main thing you needed to release frustration from, when you sneaked into the toilet for your daily session. You could only hope the anger you felt towards 'David' would fade with time.
Not only were you now masturbating daily in the evening, you had started to masturbate in the shower before work in the mornings. In a weird sense, that was progress. You had started to get uncomfortable with masturbating to young girls. Even if they were above the age of 18, something feel a bit icky with a man that could be their father fapping thinking about them. You preferred thinking about milfs and women that was in their mid twenties, at least. It was weird feeling guilty about something like that, all things considered. But again, it was probably a sign of progress in your recent quest to get more used to your new life as Steve, father of 4.
Today was Saturday, so you were finally free the whole day. You hadn't showered yet, so that was definitely an option for starting the day.