Kapitel 2181: @2
It was the day after our dry humping escapade. Mom didn't talk about the night before. She was weirdly silent for most of the day. But she'd also slapped my ass when we were stretching for our run and a couple times, I'd caught her doing something that looked a lot like preening when I glanced her way.
"I know you're not like Cassie, Mom," I said, kindly. I thought she meant that she wasn't a college girl; some young kid whose emotions I could play with. A girl to notch my bedpost with. She was a woman, my mom, and I had to treat her differently than I would some chick I was banging.
Which, of course. I'd never seen Mom that way, anyway. I knew she was different, which was probably why I couldn't control my attraction to her. But that's not what she was getting at, at all.
"What I mean is, I don't have some of her, what did you call them? Hang-ups," Mom said, "Kind of the opposite, actually." She was trying to make this sound like idle chat, but there was a weightiness to her words. Also, she hadn't taken her eyes off my chest since I'd taken off my shirt. "You know what I mean?" Mom asked.
She could see the confusion in my eyes. She buried her face in her hands. Stared down at the ground.
"Sperm," Mom said, speaking the word like an incantation. As if the single syllable could crack the world in half. "I like it. Like, a lot. More than I should. Obviously." She gestured at me. She looked up, took a deep, cleansing breath. But still, she stared past me.
"There's just something magical about it," Mom said, the words all spilling out of her like a crazed confession. "I mean, it's literally liquid life. Alive. The way you have to work for it. Begging, supplicant at the source. And then it spurts forth. Bursts. An explosion of writhing, rolling creatures. Penetrating, probing, pursuing. Pulsing with the essence of existence itself." She gave a little shiver. "I love it. The thought of it on me. In me. Like I can feel them wriggling around, throbbing through me. Infusing my body with this illicit energy inherited from every human who's ever lived. God, even the smell, the tang of it on the tip of my tongue. The little tickle at the back of my throat..."
Mom took a deep breath. Her eyes flitted around, like awakening from a trance.
"Oh," I said. I wasn't sure how to respond. I'd never thought of it that way. But the way Mom talked, I was totally turned on.
"Your, um, your father doesn't know," Mom said, she chewed at her thumb. "I've never told him. How I feel. I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything."
Was that really a concern? I couldn't imagine any conversation with my father that could ever come close to getting to that content. Hey, Dad, so you know Mom has this massive cum fetish, right? Well, I was thinking...
"So anyway, you can see why what we've been doing," Mom said, "Sorry. What we may or may not be doing. You can see why that's so dangerous. For me. For us." Her voice got very quiet. "I'm scared I'll lose control."
"We're not doing anything wrong," I said. Mom glared my way. OK, she had me on that one. "I'm not going let it go too far. I mean, I have condoms."
Even to me it sounded weak.
Mom got up from her chair. She grabbed her things.
"Should we stop?" I asked, shading my eyes to look up at her.
"Stop what?" Mom replied, then marched into the house.
*
I was certain that was the end of it, but Mom told me over dinner that she was looking forward to watching TV that night.
"I think we can go back to the bedroom, though," she said, "Since the couch is covered in your stuff." My mind flashed back to my mother standing up, covered in my stuff and I blanked. That's how my mind worked now. Everything was dirty.
I agreed with Mom of course. She could have suggested we go sleep on sharpened razor blades and I'd have said 'yes' in an instant. So, after we'd finished eating and done the dishes, our usually routine, I let Mom take my hand and lead me back through the threshold of her bedroom. To the place that still, to me, felt forbidden. Of husbands and wives, not mothers and sons. Maybe that's why she wanted us there. It changed the dynamic.
I brought my iPad and set it up on the bed. Mom crawled under the covers on her side. I did the same on mine. Then I started the show. We'd started bingeing on some thing about glass blowing. We'd seen almost all the episodes which is funny because we hadn't actually watched any of them.
As soon as it started, Mom lifted her hips, and I knew she was slipping out of her jeans. There was a low rustle as she dropped them on the side of her bed. I decided to do the same. I reached for my shorts and, at the last second, decided to take off my boxers, too.
A moment later, my decision was rewarded as Mom reached over and grabbed my bare cock.
"Hm! Well, someone's feeling aggressive today," Mom said.
"What?"
"I mean that piece of sculpture, he's never going to finish it in time," Mom said.
"Oh. Right."
I reached over to find Mom's pussy was equally uncovered. Her curly pubes tickled at my palm as I dipped my pointer into her hot slot.
"If he's going to be risky like that, Mom said, "He should probably be using some kind of protection. So nothing goes wrong."
She looked at me, meaningfully. For a moment, I froze. The realization dawned on me.
"Right," I said. I took my hand out of her pussy. I'd planned for everything the night before, but for some reason it hadn't occurred to me that things were going to continue today. Quite the opposite, actually. So now I found myself undersupplied.
"I'll be right back," I said, and slipped out from under the comforter.
It didn't even occur to me that I was naked. That Mom was seeing my bare body from the waist down. My dick sticking straight outwards. Mom gasped. Her eyes focused right on my member.
Mom had touched me there innumerable times now. But she'd only seen my dick the night she sucked me off. And even then, it was under the covers and in the darkness. The way she stared now -- pupils huge, lips sucked small -- I could tell this wasn't just a casual glance.
"Ummm, sorry," I said. I reached down for my boxers and quickly pulled them on. This was becoming more disastrous by the minute.
I quickly left Mom's bedroom and hauled toward mine. I had all five condoms, waiting for me in my nightstand drawer. I grabbed a random one, tore open the packaging, and slipped it over my still-hard dick.
I practically leapt back into the bed with Mom, ripping the covers over me and stripping off my boxers. Mom giggled at my enthusiasm.
"I'm just really into this show," I said.
I expected Mom to laugh at me, but instead she touched my arm meaningfully. "Me too," she said.
Mom scooched next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. Hand on my chest. Her leg slipped up to rest on my thigh -- I could feel she was bare, below. Mom wrapped herself on to me like she was a koala, and I was a eucalyptus tree. Nuzzled her nose on my neck.
"This is OK, right?" Mom asked, quietly.
"It's just cuddling," I said, "Moms and sons cuddle."
"Right," Mom said.
She drifted her hand down my chest and under the covers. She clasped my cock. Moms and sons definitely didn't do that. Or, at least, they weren't supposed to. I stretched, settling myself for our usual stroke-fest.
But as soon as Mom felt that I was wearing the condom, she let go of my dick. She cuddled closer. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my thigh. Her shirt-covered breasts on my arm. For a moment, I wondered if there was a way I could convince her to take our tops off, too.
Mom shifted her body again, twisting till she was right on top of me. Her head now resting on my chest. Arms wrapped around me in a hug. Pussy -- oh fuck -- her pussy was in the exact right place. Directly on top of my dick.
Mom put her hands on my chest. Her eyes met mine. Our respective sexes dragged over each other.
"I like. Cuddling. This way," Mom said. Every breath short. Every word a little gasp. Already, I could feel her body trembling.
Mom ground down hard. I could tell that she'd gotten my cockhead right on her clit. She rolled her hips back and forth. Working towards her pleasure. The fact that it also felt good to me was incidental.
Seeing Mom like this -- sweat tricking down her neck, eyes locked in concentration -- her face so close I could feel her breath on my cheek, it was incredible. The sexiest thing I'd seen so far. Each little freckle. The twitch of her lip. The driving force of her body on mine.
Even better though, was the contrast of how she acted and how she looked. Mom humped up and down on me frantic, wild. But she did her best to keep her expression impassive. Her sounds swallowed.
I had to do the same. I slid my hand down her bare back and squeezed her ass. Tried to pump my hips in time to hers. But I couldn't say a word. I kept my mouth flat. My eyes distant. All I wanted to do was shout.
I could feel the heat of Mom's bare pussy on my condom-covered cock. I could feel her dripping over the latex. Her pubic hair scratched at the base of my dick. The physicality of everything we were doing was already over the top. The fact that it was getting both of us off was almost the least important part.
Mom started to tremble. Her body shook. Movements erratic.
"She gasped, then turned her head away, biting down on her lip.
I grabbed Mom's ass with both hands and started to slide up and down. As Mom's orgasm overtook her, my own raced out of my shaft. I filled the condom. My mother experienced the same illicit energy. Both of us so close to connected.
"I, um, need to use the bathroom," I said as casually as I could once both of us came down. Mom was lying over me, panting. Slick with sweat. She looked my way and nodded. I extricated myself from under her and went to the master bathroom. Mom could see my bare backside as I went, but I no longer cared.
I took the condom off and dumped it down the toilet. This was it. This was as far as we could go right now. It was already more than I'd ever dreamed of.
I turned back and saw Mom staring at me. No. I wasn't done yet.
I walked out of the bathroom, my flagging cock already refilling with blood. I went to my bedroom, grabbed another condom from my nightstand, and came back to Mom's bed.
Mom was still lying splayed on the bed. Like I'd murdered her there. She gave me a weak smile when she saw me come back in the room. I don't think she realized I was armed for a second attack.
I flung open the covers. For a moment, I could see Mom's bare pussy. Covered in thick, blonde pubic hair. Her labia engorged and deep pink from the stimulation, hanging wide open lewdly.
I climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over us like a vampire hiding behind his cape. I rolled Mom over. Climbed up her like she was now the tree.
"Jay?" Mom asked.
"Just cuddling," I said.
I reached down and centered my cock over Mom's snatch. Then I ground down. Both of us groaned. I was in the perfect place. Well, almost.
Again, I humped against my mother. This time, I was the aggressor. At some point both of us gave up on hiding it. We didn't say anything. Just looked into each other's eyes. A tacit acknowledgement of what we were doing.
I slid my cock back and forth over Mom's hot box. The head of my cock popped into her channel for a moment, then slid out. Mom grunted. She searched my eyes.
I waited for her to say it. If she told me to stop, I would. I told myself I would. But speaking would be crossing the line. I was counting on that, too. We were still under the covers, pretending like that made a difference.
My cockhead skimmed Mom's opening again. This time, I felt her shift her hips slightly, like trying to trap me there. But my dick slid out again, battering her little clit instead.
Mom raised her knees. She angled her ass. This time, when I slid my cock upwards, I dropped right inside her pussy.
YES!
I may have screamed it aloud. My dick slipped about halfway into Mom's cunt. I drew back, then finished filling her all the way. We were completely, truly, connected now. My cock in the place I'd come from. Buried in my own mom's pussy.
I held in place. Too overcome by what I'd accomplished to keep going. I was in Mom. Oh fuck. Even with the condom it was the best thing I'd ever felt.
I expected Mom to say something. To chide me for going this far. Instead, she lay back. Chest rising and falling fast. Her pussy walls squeezing around my latex-sheathed cock.
I realized if I waited much longer, I might lose the opportunity. I started to pump her. This was it. I was having sex with my mom. She reached up and put her hand on my cheek. It was her most overt gesture yet.
The bed rocked. Our bodies made rude squishing sounds. I plunged into Mom's waiting pussy. She raised her knees and tilted her ass. I held her hips. We moved like we were made to be this way. Mother and son. Two lovers.
Mom's pussy was plenty tight. Even better, she moved and squeezed in a way that I'd never experienced before. I was with a woman for sure. I thought all sex was the same. It didn't occur to me that there might also be skill involved. Mom was a maestro. Even as I fucked her, she guided me forward to our finish.
"Mom," I said. I couldn't help it. I was getting close, and the word slipped out.
My mother nodded. The look in her face almost too serious. My stroke stuttered. I buried myself as deep as I could. Then I unleashed a torrent of cum. Again, it foundered in the reservoir of the condom. I groaned as I emptied myself. Hips still fruitlessly trying to push farther.
Mom stroked my head as I came. She made a little coo, but I could tell she hadn't orgasmed. I was disappointed in myself for not getting her off. I worried that I'd gone too soon. Blown my one opportunity.
Finally, I finished cumming, and disengaged from my mother. I fell onto my back. Now I was the one gasping for air, lying back on the bed. Eyes focused on the surprisingly interesting ceiling.
"Well, that was nice," Mom said, "I would definitely watch that episode again.
I looked over at her, and we shared a coy smile.
*
I woke up in Mom and Dad's bed again. Mom was already up. I heard her humming to herself downstairs. I got out of bed, my legs so weak, I felt like I'd already done my morning exercise. I made myself get ready, anyway.
I don't know why I expected the day to go differently. I guess I thought that sex was simply too big to ignore. But Mom and I went for our run, took turns showering in separate bathrooms, then went about the rest of our day as if nothing had happened.
That night, we had dinner together, then Mom went upstairs before we did the dishes. I'll be honest, I was nervous about that evening. I didn't know what was going to happen. What Mom was going to let me do. I had three more condoms and I damn sure wanted to use them. Plus, I knew I needed to make Mom cum this time. I was determined to.
If she'd let me.
Mom came down the stairs in that long, green sleep shirt and something came over me. Like a switch had been flipped. She went into the kitchen. I ran upstairs to my bedroom.
I come back down the stairs on automatic. A pussy-seeking missile incapable of missing my target. I don't know what it was about that shirt. It wasn't sexy. But something about it, held me in thrall.
I walked into the kitchen. Mom was bent over the sink.
"Took you long enough," Mom said.
I didn't respond. I stood behind my mother. Reached for the hem of that lime green shirt. Slipped it up, over her hips. Bared that incredible backside.
Mom had nothing on underneath. I saw the pale skin of her rounded butt. The thick lips of her pussy. I pulled back on Mom's thighs.
"Whoa!" she said.
Before she could say anything else, I slipped my condom-covered dick inside my mother's vagina. The second time I was in Mom's pussy was very different than the first. She wasn't lubricated and so I could barely get the head of my dick in. I drew back and pushed again. Aching to be back inside my mother.
"Honey, I don't think this is..."
"Look forward," I said, "You can't be sure what's happening if you don't look."
Halfway in now. I could feel Mom's cunt lubricating, stretching, to invite my foreign invader. But then, how alien was I? After all, I'd come from that place. I was merely returning home. To where I belonged.
Fully buried in my mother again. Oh God. My balls rested against Mom's clit. My dick completely sheathed, up to her cervix. Mom stayed still. Head lolled. That damned green shirt hung over her butt again. Providing the barest bit of cover to us both.
I knew I should go slow. Savor. I couldn't control myself. I threw myself into it with my mother bent before me. Wet sounds and heady smells. I pounded my mother from behind. Fucked her as hard as I could. Rhythmic slaps crashed over the still-running water.
"Just... doing... the dishes..." Mom said, trying to preserve the fantasy that nothing was happening.
I pushed the sleep shirt up slightly. I could see Mom's tight asshole winking at me as I thrust. I slapped my palm against her butt cheek.
"Oh!" Mom said and I could tell it was more from the surprise than a pleasant feeling. She started to glance back, then stopped herself. I contented myself to grip her cheeks as I drove into her.
Her pussy was dripping now. Soaking. I felt the liquid coating my balls as they bounced back and forth. Mom was doing her best to stay quiet, but I could hear her little uhn, uhn, uhns with every stroke.
I felt a tickle at the base of my shaft. I looked down and saw that Mom had one of her hands between her legs. Rubbing herself while I rutted in her. Now we were both grunting. A shared, mother-son crescendo. The veil between what we did and what we admitted to doing was so thin now, I could break through it with a cotton swab.
Incredibly, Mom went off first. She reached back with her hand and held me still. Kept me buried as deep as she could as she came. Her cunt squeezed down. Her legs trembled. Her head hung limp over the sink.
Her grip on my leg loosened and I thought it was done. I drew back and thrust. Mom lets out a high-pitched whine as she tumbled from one orgasm to the next. I couldn't take anymore. I knew I was maybe three thrusts away. Two. One.
I groaned as the ecstasy rushed over me. One massive squirt. Then another. Filling the condom. Emptying myself. Mom rolled under me. Both of us entwined under the spell we'd created together.
I knew in that moment that Mom was truly mine.
I stepped back. Mom stayed bent over the sink. Then, like nothing had happened, she went back to washing the dishes, humming to herself tunelessly. The long green shirt hung down to her mid-thigh. My dick still hung out of my shorts. The used condom, covered in Mom's juices and filled with my semen, felt cold and slimy on my cock.
I took it off, carefully, and dumped it in the trash. Then I tucked myself away. Mom turned when she heard me closing my zip.
"You going to help here or what?" she asked. A dopey grin played on her lips. I sidled up next to her and grabbed the towel. She handed me a plate and I rubbed it dry.
"Sorry, spaced out for a minute," I said, as if any of that made sense.
"You know, I can't think of the last time I enjoyed doing the dishes that much," Mom said, she turned her head to look right at me.
"It's been a while?" I asked, unable to control the cocky grin overtaking my face.
"Decades," Mom said. She smiled right back at me.
*
For the first time in over a month, we skipped our usual TV night. We both knew why. It wasn't an ending. It was the beginning. And both of us wanted to be ready for it.
The next morning, I woke up in my own bed and it felt weird. I was so used to passing out in other places. I got dressed and found Mom waiting for me in the kitchen. Already stretching. She had on a pair of short shorts and a black sports bra. Her little bellybutton flashed as she bent to the side.
"It's super-hot out," Mom said.
I pulled my shirt off. Mom didn't bother to hide her gape. She reached out to touch my chest and I let her. Traced her fingers on my bare pecs and stomach.
"Have I told you how good you look?" Mom asked, "You're amazing."
"You too," I said, and I risked touching Mom's naked tummy. She flinched, but she didn't say anything.
"We need to get going," Mom said, "Before things get too hot to run."
We got a good start. My body felt perfectly timed, like a machine. Despite my speed, Mom stayed right behind me. I noticed how trim she looked. She caught me staring back at her and smiled.
"Eyes on your own paper, mister," she called out to me.
"You're only hanging back there to stare at my ass," I said. I had been joking, but then Mom pinked, and I realized I was right on the mark. Mom sped up and ran by my side.
"View's pretty good here, too, she said, eyeing my bare chest. I pointedly did the same. Her breasts were strapped in tight, I couldn't see a thing, but still.
"Be careful not to trip this time," I told Mom, who was studying my torso like she had an exam on it coming up. This time, she blushed so deep, I thought she might pass out.
We did a full eight miles. The most either of us had ever done. It felt easy, like I could have gone another eight if I wanted. We came home giggly. Fell onto the front lawn and rolled on the grass. Laughing under the cloudless, blue sky.
I leaned turned over and grabbed Mom's shoulders. Her eyes met mine. We were out in the middle of the neighborhood. The whole world could see us. I leaned forward. Mom's eyes met mine.
"We missed our TV night yesterday," I said.
"I was worn out from doing the dishes," Mom said. She gave me a playful grin.
"Well, I think you owe me some screen time," I said.
"Is that so?"
Mom's arms were around my waist. My hands were on her shoulders. I closed my eyes. Leaned forward. Felt Mom's breath on my lips.
Her cellphone rang.
It rang again.
She reached into her pocket and took it out. "It's your father," she said, showing me the screen. Like I needed the evidence.
I let Mom up and she leapt to her feet.
"Hey hon!" I heard her say, as the front screen door swung closed behind her. I lay back on the grass with a loud sigh.
*
I got out of the shower and got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. When I came downstairs, I found Mom already sitting at the table. She was back in her usual uniform of a flannel shirt over a white, ribbed tank top and high-waisted jeans. A plate of waffles sat in front of her. My heart sank.
When I was a kid, whenever I had a bad day, Mom would make waffles for me. I don't know how the tradition started, but at some point, it was established that they were our comfort food. That plate was the death knell of what we'd been doing. It told me everything that Mom couldn't say.
I sat down and Mom placed two steaming circles onto my plate. She couldn't meet my eye.
"Your father's coming home tonight," Mom said, "He finally got all the paperwork through. We have to pick him up at Bradley after dinner."
"I see," I said, "You must be happy he'll be home." It was a cheap shot, I know, but Mom batted it away like a pro.
"It'll be nice to have the family all together again," she said.
"I'm sure."
I could barely taste my breakfast, but I forced myself to eat. Mom sat and watched me. She was smiling, but her eyes looked sad. I knew in that moment that Mom wasn't any happier about this than I was. Just more mature.
"It's been fun," Mom said, "the last few weeks."
"For sure," I said.
"I don't want to lose that," Mom said, "I mean, the closeness that we have."
"Me neither," I said. I reached across the table and took Mom's hand. "I'm not letting you go."
Mom nodded. She got up from the table, and I swear I heard a sniffle.
After breakfast, I helped Mom clear the table and do the dishes. I would never see that sink the same way again.
"After this, you want to watch something?" Mom asked. I nearly dropped the plate I was drying. "You know, one last time before your father gets home."
I nodded, mute. Unable to express myself anymore.
"I think my bedroom will be fine," Mom said. Her message was clear.
After we finished with the dishes, I went up to my bedroom. I grabbed both remaining condom packets and put them in my pocket. If this was the last hurrah, then I was making the most of it.
Mom was waiting in her bedroom, the blanket already up to her waist.
"Come rest your head," she told me, patting her shoulder.
I climbed under the covers and slipped off my shorts. I scooched in next to Mom, putting my head right where she wanted . I pushed my legs against Mom's and felt that she, too, was naked below the waist.
"This is the last time," Mom said, "Our last chance to do this together."
"Pretty sure we can still watch TV," I said, even though I knew exactly what she meant.
"Not like this," Mom said, and she sounded wistful. Sad.
She reached over and pushed play on my iPad. The show came on and we did something completely different. We actually cuddled. We stayed in the bed, enjoying each other's company. Mom absently stroked my head. I held her close. Strangely, it was the most intimate thing we'd done.
But biology inevitably came knocking and soon, I found myself reaching for the condoms. As soon as I opened the first one, I knew something was wrong. The latex felt dry and thin. It had clearly gone bad, so I tossed it away. I opened my last packet and, thankfully, it was fine. I guess it made sense. Last time together. Last condom.
I climbed between Mom's waiting thighs and slid inside of her. We rolled together slowly, taking our time. We didn't say anything, but we stared at each other while we made love. We didn't do anything else. No extra motions or extraneous sounds. We enjoyed the connection of our bodies. It was lovely.
Finally, I filled the condom. Then I emptied Mom. She rubbed her hand up my flank, like rewarding a racehorse after a good run. She was staring, intently, and I realized she was looking at the condom. I held it up like offering it to her. Mom shook her head and looked away.
When I came back from flushing the condom in the toilet, Mom was lying on top of the covers. She was fully dressed. This time, she patted the side of the bed where she wanted me to sit.
We lay back and watched (actually watched this time) a bunch of banal reality shows. They weren't bad, really. But nothing was better than being with Mom. The whole world seemed muted in comparison.
We ate a staid, almost funereal dinner. As I chewed, I mentally reviewed everything that had happened the past month or so. How Cassie had broken up with me. How Mom and I started watching movies together. Starting to run with Mom. Starting to do, um, other things with Mom. Painting her nails in the backyard. Painting her pussy with my tongue in her bedroom. And then, finally, the two of us becoming one.
It was over.
I knew it was going to be hard, but both of us would move on. This time would be a passing reverie. A fever dream of sounds and sentiments. Something that neither of us would ever admit to, but in our secret hearts would share forever.
Mom would go back to her life. I'd meet a girl and marry. In stolen moments, we'd share a sneaking smile, but that was all. And even then, we'd wonder if it was all imagined. A skip in time. A blip where the world paused and we slipped around the seconds like phantoms.
Mom's phone buzzed and she looked down at it.
"Your father's flight is delayed," she said. A moment later the phone rang. Mom pushed the button to answer it on speaker, sliding her cell into the middle of the table.
"Hi David!" Mom said, remarkably cheerful. "Jay and I are here -- we saw about your flight. That sucks!"
"It's fine," Dad said. His voice was tired. "I just can't wait to get home."
"I'm sure," Mom said, "We'll have the bed all set up and ready for you." I thought that was a strange thing to promise, but in the context of what we'd been doing in there, I'm sure it was an important detail to Mom.
"Whatever," Dad said, "You're still going to come get me."
"Yes, Jay's all set to come pick you up," Mom said. She smiled at me, warmly.
"Don't just send the kid, Julie, seriously," Dad said. Something about how he called me 'the kid' made me wonder if he realized I was on the phone, too. Mom had clearly said I was there, hadn't she?
"Oh, definitely," Mom said, "I can't wait to see you, too. But I'm sure, if he had to, Jay would be fine on his own."
"Jesus Julie, look. I know that Jay's your sweet little boy or whatever, but even you have to admit, he's not exactly firing on all cylinders."
"He's right... He's listening to..." Mom tried to interrupt him, but Dad plowed forward.
"I mean, the kid's almost 19 and I barely trust him to drive to the supermarket for milk without getting in two accidents on the way and bringing home eggs, instead. Let alone the hour's drive up to Bradley and back in the middle of the night."
Mom looked at me, ashamed. As if this was somehow her fault. Both of us flushed. I felt embarrassed. Angry. All of it. Still Dad kept going.
"He must've gotten the brains from your family, Julie," Dad said, "Seriously, it's a good thing you were pretty when you were younger, or you wouldn't even have gotten this far."
"Have you been drinking, dear?" Mom asked.
"Only a little while I'm waiting for my flight," Dad said, "OK -- I'm going to go. 12:30, don't forget. I'll text you when I'm boarding."
Click.
The room was so silent, I could hear the house settling. A dog barked in the distance. Mom wouldn't meet my eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Jay. Your father didn't realize."
"Don't be sorry," I said. I stood up from the table.
"He shouldn't have said those things about you," Mom said, "Your father hasn't seen how much you've grown up all these years. We're still used to thinking of you as the little boy who nearly burned down the house making Pop Tarts. That's all."
"He shouldn't have said those things about you, either," I said.
Mom looked down at the table. "It's OK. I'm used to it."
"That's not OK, Mom," I said.
"No, I know," Mom said, "But what else do I have?"
You have me. I thought the words, but I couldn't speak them. To say that, somehow, a son could fill in for a husband. That was ludicrous. The roles, the relationships, they were completely different. But then, wasn't that what we'd been doing this whole time?
"You deserve to be treated better," I said, "Like the amazing, wonderful, gorgeous woman that you are."
"I know," Mom said, "Your father's been gone for so long. He's having a terrible day. Probably a few too many drinks, too. He isn't usually like this."
I'd known my dad my whole life (duh). I knew he was drunk and probably depressed, too. But I also knew that he'd meant every word he said on that call. But whatever anger and resentment I had was washed away by a melancholy for my mom.
I had a scholarship. I was going to get back to college. I could leave that place forever if I wanted. But Mom had to live the rest of her life this way and it wasn't fair. She was worthy of so much more.
I guess, being Mom's little knight again, I wanted to save her. Instead, I suggested something far more dangerous.
"We've got time to kill," I said, "Want to watch a movie?"
Mom looked at me and sighed. I could see her weighing it in her mind. Knowing that she should say no, but unable to not say yes.
"I have to get the bed ready for your father," she said.
"I can help with that," I said with a smirk.
"Actually ready," Mom said.
"That'll take, like, five minutes. We have four hours."
Mom paused. I could almost see the angel and the devil on her shoulders, arguing back and forth across her brain.
"Movie only," she said. "No other stuff."
I readily agreed.
*
We put fresh sheets down on the bed. Mom put on a different comforter and changed the pillowcases. Finally, I gave the bedroom a thorough Febreze, just in case.
We went downstairs to Dad's room, and I turned on the TV. Mom sat on the couch next to me. Our hips touched, but that was all.
Mom set an alarm on her phone for when we had to leave the house to go pick up Dad. It was going to be a late night, and she was worried we might fall asleep in front of the TV.
"We have to be there right on time," Mom said, like the world would end, otherwise.
I nodded and started flipping channels to find something to watch.
"Let's try something different this time," Mom said. I understood that she was really reminding me that this wasn't going to be like our usual screen time.
I flipped around the channels and found, in a very edited format of course, Bridesmaids. This was the opposite of different, of course. It was the very movie we'd started with. I took it as a sign and stuck with it.
A few minutes in, I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over myself.
"Cold?" Mom asked.
"Sure," I said. I reached over to Mom's pants and started to unsnap the buttons. Mom shifted under my touch.
"Jay, I don't think we should do that," she said. But I could hear the variance in her voice. She truly, literally, wasn't sure.
"Do what?" I asked, and zipped Mom's jeans open. Mom sighed, exasperated, but she didn't say anything more.
I played around with her pussy, through her panties. Just lazily took my time. After a bit, I grabbed Mom's hand and brough it over to my lap, landing it right on my dick. Mom made a little moan. She squeezed my hardness through my shorts.
Both of us were stroking each other through our clothes. To my surprise, Mom was the first one to shuck off her pants.
"It's really warm in here," she explained as she slipped her jeans and panties right off.
"Definitely," I said and did the same.
Bridemaids ended and another movie started. I was no longer paying attention. Mom's hand slipped up and down my bare dick. I rubbed and played with Mom's slippery pussy. We were teasing each other. Taking our time. Two people so expert at bringing each other off that it had become second nature.
But I wanted more.
"Mom, I want to cuddle," I said.
"We are cuddling, dear," Mom said. She put her arm around my shoulders to make her point.
"Mooooom," I said, whining once again, "This isn't cuddling."
Mom rolled her eyes at me, but she was teasing. "I guess we could sit on the floor."
"Yes!"
"But, you know, we should be careful on the floor," Mom said, "There's no carpet. So, it's bare. Down there. And we should make sure to cover ourselves."
I gave Mom a wistful frown. "We, um, ran out," I said, "Of coverings."
Mom was already sitting on the floor. Before she could reconsider, I slid down behind her, careful to keep the blanket over us.
"Oh, honey, today is really not a good time for that," Mom said.
"I'll be extra careful," I said, realizing what Mom was saying. She had felt extra slippery when I'd fingered her. I'd assumed it was her arousal from us doing this once again. But it was more than that, I realized.
"We'll need to be cautious," Mom said.
"Tell you what," I said, "I'll be the only one on the floor. You can sit on my lap."
"That's kind of the opposite of what I was saying, sweetie," Mom said. But she dutifully let me slide under her. My dick squeezed down under Mom's dripping sex.
Mom slowly began sliding her backside on my shaft.
"This is... Very. Comfortable," Mom said.
"I wish I could sit closer," I said, "Cuddle more."
"Honey, we can't," Mom said, "Not like this. Not today."
"OK," I said.
"It does feel nice," Mom said. "Snuggling. With my special guy."
I reached around Mom's hips and found her clit. She sucked in her breath.
"Be careful, OK, honey?" Mom said.
"I just want to make you feel good," I said, meaning it.
"I know, baby boy, but Mommy needs to stay in control."
"You're always in control, Mom," I said, "I'll do whatever you want."
"I know," Mom said, "But sometimes... Sometimes Mommy makes mistakes. I don't want to do something we both regret."
"I couldn't," I said, "As long as it's what you want, then it's right for me."
Mom laughed to herself ruefully. She started rocking back and forth harder. God, it felt so good, the way Mom moved on me. Her urgency. The heat and wet of her pussy. We hadn't touched bare. Not like this. There was always the condom in between. Something about skin-on-skin between mother and son made it all the more amazing.
Feeling Mom's body against mine, I couldn't help myself. I took my other hand, the one not on Mom's clit, and ran it up her chest. Reached up and grabbed her breast over her shirt. For the first time, I was feeling Mom's tit. It was glorious, well worth the risk. Full and fat, I could even feel the hint of a hardened nipple through her tank top and bra.
Mom froze. This was way over the covers. "Um, honey? What are you doing?"
I didn't say a word, but I didn't let go. Dad was coming home in a few hours. This was all ending. It was my last chance. I wasn't going to leave anything behind, least of all regrets.
I waited for Mom to say something. To remove my hand. Finally, she made a little shrug and started rolling her hips over me again. Realizing I had a green light, I ran my hand under Mom's shirt, pushed up her bra, and grabbed her bare boob.
This time, Mom spoke. "Oh, honey, that's nice," she said. I hefted her breast in my hand. Diddled her clit with the other. I really wanted more arms at that moment. To touch every inch of my incredible, beautiful mother.
My head was filling with all sorts of plans for the next step, but my body was already at the end. Mom ground her cunt on my cock, and I felt my explosion impending.
"Mom," I said, "Getting close."
"Almost there," Mom said. She was panting. All thought of propriety was gone. We weren't playing the game anymore. Pretend had been put aside.
Mom slid back, slipped forward, then paused. My cockhead had positioned itself right at her opening. A moment turned into hours. We hung at the precipice. Mom let my dick kiss at her pussy and then slipped over my shaft again.
The next slide, she did it again. Time stopped. Again, she let my dick bounce against her. She held it longer this time. Really considering.
Oh God. My dick was less than centimeters from sliding bare into Mom's snatch. I've never wanted anything more. I couldn't wait any longer. I tipped my backside. Aimed. Then slid forward. I told myself I'd pull out when the time came. It was just to feel it for a moment. To know what could have been.
My dick breached Mom's opening.
"Ohhhhhh!" Mom groaned. Her pussy slowly gorged on my dick.
I was bareback inside my mom. Nothing between us. The inches slipping away till I was totally buried. Mom was gasping. Her pussy grasping. I was ensconced in her perfect pussy. Like it had been shaped for my cock.
No. My cock had been formed for her. Because of course it had. I was her child. I'd come from this place and so I was made for it. I could have stayed there forever.
But things had gone too far. We'd kept it way too close. My cockhead kissed the back of Mom's pussy and her cunt cinched down. And just like that, I came inside my mother's unprotected pussy.
"Oh no," Mom said, as the first scorching burst of cum erupted from me.
"HrrrrrrrAHHHHHHH!" I cried out. The pleasure arced out of my dick. Up my arms and down my legs. Mom's body responded immediately. Her pussy sucked up my cum like a hungry kitten. Her body stiffened over mine.
I was barely conscious of it. My own orgasm grabbed hold of me, tight, and wouldn't let go. Squeezed every last drop of essence out of me.
I burst inside my mother. I poured myself inside of her. My dick lodged right at the entrance of her unguarded womb.
Mom tipped forward. Somehow, I was still ejaculating. Another rush of semen fountained out of me and splashed, harmless on Mom's thigh.
I leaned back against the couch. Blown. Mom lay back. She was staring right at me. I knew I was going to get it now.
"Mom, I..."
She held up her finger. My heart, already racing, went into overdrive. My satiation quickly soured.
We'd screwed up (literally) big time. I'd seeded my mother on her most fertile day. Completely unprotected and fully fecund. I couldn't have picked a worse moment if I'd tried.
Mom used the finger she'd been warning me with and dipped it into the puddle of goo I'd left on her leg. She scooped it up and put it in her mouth. Then she smiled at me.
Again, I tried to apologize. Again, Mom silenced me.
She got up on all fours and crawled up my crotch. My penis, only about half flaccid, lay limp on my leg, dripping with the last of my semen.
Without a word, Mom lowered her head, and slurped my dick into her mouth. She bobbed up and down, wet. I didn't know what to say. How to react. My fear switched gears back to desire. This much jolting, I worried I was about to ruin my transmission.
Mom pulled her head off my cock, looking down proudly at my rejuvenated member. She pushed me to the side till I was flat on my back. She picked up the blanket, then threw it over the couch.
Mom grabbed her tank top and ripped it over her head. She unsnapped her bra. She was completely naked. For the first time through all of this, I saw my mom totally exposed. I'd underestimated her body.
Mom was flawless. I wondered at every inch of her. Her sculpted curves and perfect skin. Her full, perky breasts with pink, engorged nipples. Her hairy pussy still gaping from my cock, a bit of froth on her blonde pubes. Even the little stretch marks on her stomach from when she'd birthed me. Mom was a goddess. A vision.
She didn't notice my appreciation. Instead, she reached down and pulled my shirt off me. She smiled down at my bare chest.
"Now, my little knight," Mom said. She grabbed my cock and aimed it upward, "If we're going to get Mommy pregnant, at least we're going to do it the right way."
And just like that, I was back to buried to the hilt inside my mother.
We chorused a groan as we reconnected. Mom's pussy felt, unimaginably, even better this time. Her body so perfectly perched over mine. I reached up to grab Mom's tits. She ran her fingers over my chest. Her wedding ring, glinting in the light, was the only thing she was wearing.
We were naked, both of us, in my dad's private space. Uncaring. Completely surrounded only by each other. Enchanted and enthralled by what our bodies could create together.
"Oh Mom," I groaned as Mom rode me up and down like she was trying to slam me through the floor.
"Maybe you should call me Julie when we do this," Mom said.
"Ok, umm, Julie," I said, awkward as hell.
"Maybe you should still call me Mom," Mom said.
I agreed wholeheartedly. Mom gave me a wicked grin. Apparently, she saw the attraction in the whole 'Mom' thing, after all.
"Do you like Mommy's cunt, baby?" Mom asked, smirking playfully.
"Oh, fuck yes," I said.
"Does Mommy feel good for her baby boy?"
"The best," I said.
"Your cock is amazing," Mom said, "Your body's incredible."
"Your pussy is fantastic," I said, "Your tits are awesome."
Mom laughed and I felt her pussy ripple up and down my cock. "Why did we wait so long to do this?"
"We're idiots," I said.
"Well, stupidity does come from my side of the family," Mom said with a smirk.
"Oh no," I said, "Dad's clearly the dumb one. Fuck I love fucking you. I don't care. I'm not stopping."
"Never," Mom said.
"I'm gonna fuck you in your bed," I said, "Make Dad sleep on the couch."
"I'll do you in your bedroom," Mom said, "In your dorm room. In your locker room. Wherever you want me."
"I'm going to fill this pussy up, make it mine," I said.
"It's yours," Mom said, "It was always yours."
"Am I bigger than Dad?" I asked.
"Yes," Mom said, "You're splitting Mommy open."
"Am I better than Dad?" I asked. I grabbed Mom's hips. Practically throwing her up and down on my hard dick.
"Yes," Mom said. It came out as a whisper.
"Say it," I said, "Scream it."
"My son's fucking me! I'm fucking my baby boy and it's the best I've ever had. He owns this pussy. It's his. I'm his. Oh FUCK!"
Suddenly, Mom's phone alarm went off. "Time to get your father," Mom said, and she started to laugh.
"We can't be late," I said.
"No. Gotta be. Right. On time," Mom said. She drove herself down on my dick. Her tits jiggled lovely. I reached back for Mom's phone and switched off the alarm.
Then I toppled Mom over. Drove myself into her. Face-to-face. Cock to cunt. Mom wrapped her arms around my back. Cinched her legs around my waist.
"This. Is. My. Pussy," I said, punctuating each push with a word.
"Yes," Mom said, "Own me. Take me. I'm yours."
"Who fucks you best?" I asked.
"You do," Mom said.
"Who?"
"My son," Mom said.
"Will you ever let Dad fuck you again?"
"No," Mom said, "This is your pussy."
I reached up and squeezed her breasts. "Will you ever let him touch these again?"
"Never," Mom said.
We were so close. I could see every little freckle on Mom's face. Finally, I couldn't help myself anymore. I pressed my lips to Mom's. Hungry and passionate. Tongues twirling. It was the first time we'd ever kissed like this. We made out like it was the last. Like we'd die if we ever broke apart.
"I love you, Mom," I said.
"I love you, too."
"I want to make you cum," I said, a wicked smirk on my lips.
"You did," Mom said, "You are."
"I want to see it again."
"Oh, such a good boy. Mommy's little knight. You want to see me cum again, baby? You want to make Mommy cum so good on your cock?"
"Please," I said, "Please Mommy. Cum for me. I want to see it."
Mom's eyes rolled back in her head, as if on cue. Her hands squeezed down on my butt. Holding me still.
"Ohhhhh...FUCK! Oh, that's so fucking good."
Mom was amazing. But I'd already cum so much, I felt like I could fuck forever. Like I'd never let Mom go. I didn't want to. We kept talking to each other. Teasing and taunting. Playing every game we knew to get each other off. Like weeks' worth of repressed sounds and words were now all spilling forth at once.
"Oh! Uhn. So good. Fucking me. Oh, I love that big cock inside me," Mom said.
"I love your body," I said, "Your pussy. Your tits."
I dipped down to lick Mom's breasts. Sucked at her nipple.
"That's it," Mom said, "Good boy. Feeding at your Mommy. Do you like them. My breasts? They're just for you."
"Amazing," I said.
"Will you nurse at me? Like a good boy?"
"Yes, Mommy," I said.
Mom lay under me, limp. Like I'd fucked the life out of her. Blonde hair splayed everywhere. Makeup running down her face. I noticed red splotches all over her body where I'd kissed and bitten. I really did own her now. She'd have to wear a full astronaut suit if she didn't want Dad to know what she'd been doing. She'd have to hide from him for months.
And I knew, as soon as the marks faded, I'd make more. I saw it now, like a clear route through a deep forest. What had seemed meandering in the moment was actually one long, straight path.
"Did you cum when I fingered you?" I asked.
"Yes," Mom said.
"When I ate your sweet little pussy?"
"So much," Mom said.
"You squirted," I said.
"I know," Mom said, "I was so embarrassed."
"Because you knew, then, that I owned you. That your little boy controlled your body."
"You do," Mom said.
"When I fucked you for the first time? You came?"
"Uh huh."
"Even though you're a married woman. You belong to another man. You let your son fuck you and you came."
"Like a slut," Mom said. "Your slut."
"Your pussy begged for my cock," I said.
Mom nodded her head.
"When I did you from behind. At the sink."
"I came so hard," Mom said, "I came so much. You gave me multiples. I didn't think those were real. You made me cum like five times in a row, baby. You did that. My perfect son."
"You wanted it," I said.
"More than anything. But..."
"But what?" I asked, my stroke faltering for one moment.
"I wanted more," Mom said, "I wanted your cum. Your sperm. I wanted it inside me."
"You wanted me to make you pregnant?"
"I wanted your seed in me. I need it. I don't care what it means but I have to. So bad. Uhn. Oh! Ohhhhhhhh."
The words alone made Mom go over the top again. She shook under me, like holding on for dear life. I didn't let up. I fucked her harder. Pumped her through her orgasm and sent her tumbling into another.
"Oh. So. Good," Mom said, "Uhn. Oh. Fuck. God. I want it. I want your sperm. I want my son's seed. Inside me. Do it. Make Mommy cum, baby. Make another baby in me."
"I'm going to knock you up," I said.
"I'm ovulating," Mom said, "You probably already did."
"We're going to make sure," I said, "You're going to fuck me every minute till your stomach is swelling. Till my sibling is growing inside you. You're going to have a baby with your baby. A son from your son."
"Please," Mom said, "It's your womb. You came from there. Claim it."
"What do you love more than anything in the world?" I asked.
"My son," Mom said. She kissed me hard, but I pulled back.
"No," I said, "More than that.
Mom smiled. "Cum," she said, "I love your cum."
"You're not safe, Mommy," I said, "Your pussy isn't protected. I'm going to put my sperm in you and make an incest baby. Everyone will know.""I don't care."
"Tell me," I said, "Beg me."
"I want it. Want your seed. Put it inside me. Please."
"Oh, Mommy!"
I drove one last time, deep as I could into my mother. The pleasure raced up my shaft.
"Yes!" we both cried out as I inseminated my own mom for a second time. I filled her so much, it came seeping out the sides. My ecstasy overwhelmed me, as well. Overloaded every nerve ending. Blasted through every cell. Until my body shut down and I collapsed, wordless, into my mother's warm embrace.
Mom held me tight. Kissed my forehead and cheeks.
"Oh, you did it," Mom said, "You made me a Mommy again. Such a good boy you came for me so good."
We lay there, holding each other like lovers. Because that's what we were.
*
We were two hours late to get Dad. We braced for it as soon as we saw him, but he was too tired to shout. He just glared at us. When he saw we were ignoring him, he started grumbling to himself. When we didn't pay any attention to that either, he stared off. Distant.
We made him sit in the backseat. I drove and Mom sat next to me. The highway was empty and dark. Everything was opening up again, but the roads still felt abandoned. I looked over at Mom and we shared a smile.
The world was ours for the taking.
*
We sat out in the backyard, the sun beating down on our backs. Both of us shirtless, Mom in her sports bra while I was bare. The heat was almost too much for us, but we stayed outside.
Mom held my foot in her hand. Carefully, like one wrong move would ruin everything, she painted my toenails bright, girly pink.
"I'm marking you," she explained, "So all those little sluts at school know you're mine."
"It's more likely to be seen by the hockey guys," I said.
"They need to know it, too," Mom said.
I was leaving for school in a couple weeks. I didn't know how long school would stay open this time. The rumor was, if things needed to shut down again, they'd keep us in the dorms so we couldn't spread the virus.
"I've never dated a jock before," Mom said.
"Mom, I'm not..."
Mom shushed me with her finger. "I was always quiet in school. Athletes were all so confident and cocky. I thought they were assholes. Drama guys, though, they were safe. Friendly. Like me, they were the weirdos that didn't fit in anywhere else. Creative and oh so cool."
Mom let go of my foot, but she kept talking as she twisted the nail polish bottle closed.
"Your Dad and I had done plays in college before. We were in the same clique. I didn't have a boyfriend. He was seeing this other girl on and off. Cindy Cummings, if you can believe it. They were in an off phase. Your Dad and I started fooling around backstage in between rehearsals. Nothing serious."
"You've told me this part before," I said.
"It was the night of the big show. Your Dad and I were backstage. We were already done with our scenes. Nothing left but the curtain call. Your Dad started, um, playing around with me. You know, back there."
"I know," I said.
"He got my pants off. We were rubbing. He slipped in. Just like that, my first. A whole crowd of people -- my school friends, my professors -- were only a few feet away on the other side of the curtain. My mind blanked. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to feel him. Inside me. I grabbed your dad's hips. I wouldn't let him go."
"There's a part of it that's kind of sexy," I said.
"I didn't even cum," Mom said, "Two months later we both knew. My parents, my dad especially, made it clear. I had to keep the baby, but I could let go of my dreams."
"I'm sorry, Mom, that's terrible."
"It is what it is. I married your father. We struggled through raising you. At some point, my whole world became my son. My little boy. I didn't have a life beyond you. I think your father resented it. When you started hanging out with him in high school, he was happy. Not because it meant more time with you. Just because he knew it would hurt me."
I stood up to hug Mom. I couldn't help it. She looked so vulnerable in that moment. She let me wrap my arms around her. We crashed together onto the folding chair. Mom's cheeks were wet.
"Your Dad and I, over time, our feelings washed away. There's only resentment now. Then you left, and I really had nothing. I built my whole existence around being a mom. But what happens when you leave?"
"You could be a mom again," I said.
"That's what I wanted," Mom said, "That's why your dad and me were trying. But his heart wasn't in it. I think your father left a long time ago. His body stayed, but the rest has been gone."
"You're young," I said, "You have so much more life in front of you. Your life. Not mine or Dad's or anyone else's."
Mom smiled weakly and kissed my cheek. "You truly believe that, huh?"
"You can have anything you want," I said. Mom chortled. Then she saw the look in my eyes, and she nodded. Serious.
"Anything?" she asked.
*
My first week back at school was brutal. I hadn't been homesick as a college freshman. But as a sophomore, I was a wreck. It got so bad, that when I sat down for lunch one day, I hallucinated seeing Mom at one of the other tables.
The cafeteria was busy, and I was in a rush. A couple of my teammates were already sitting at the table. I fell into my seat and tucked into my lunch. I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned to look and there she was.
But, of course, that was impossible. I'd left Mom back at home weeks ago. We'd emailed a few times, but nothing more. She was busy, I was crazed. It was OK. I must have missed her more than I realized, to be hallucinating that she was in the cafeteria with me.
I glanced again, knowing she'd be gone.
But the woman was still there. And the more I looked, the more I became convinced that it was my mother. I stood up, legs trembling. I had to hold on to my tray to hold myself up.
"Hey Pinktoe, you OK?" one of my tablemates asked, using my newly bestowed nickname.
"Yes," I said, "Fine. Just... Need something."
I wandered over, my eyes narrowing down to the one path that led me to Mom. She'd cut her hair short, which sucked. She looked a little thinner than I remembered. But she'd done her makeup really good, which was awesome.
"Hi," I said, when I was close enough for her to hear me.
"Hi," she said, turning to look my way. "I'm Julie, I'm new."
"Nice to meet you, um, Julie," I said.
Mom extended her hand and squeezed mine. "You want to join me for lunch?" she asked.
I told her that I did. I forgot about my food back at my table and stumbled into my seat.
"You're a student here?" I asked. I felt the tears start to fill my eyes and I forced them back. The hockey team was already picking on me enough for my painted toenails.
"I registered a few weeks ago, yes," Mom said, smiling at me slyly. "Just one class to start."
"Where are you... What are you..." All I could do was stumble.
"Your father and I are taking a break," Mom said, "I have an apartment in the city. About a ten-minute drive from campus."
"Oh," I said.
"I'd love for you to visit," Mom said.
"Me too," I said.
"I was at home, missing you. Then I remembered some very wise person telling me I could do anything I wanted with my life."
"You can," I said.
"Turns out, I might be college material after all."
"You are."
"It was time to move on," Mom said, "From a lot of things. Also, considering how things are shaping up." She patted her tummy meaningfully. "I figured it would be better for me to be out of the house."
"You're..." I stared at Mom in shock.
"Perhaps," Mom said, "But why don't we keep that under the covers. For now."
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