Literotic asexstories – Going Home Again by Schaka,Schaka Though every mother wants her son to find a wife just like her, she is sure that no woman can take care of her little boy like she did.
All characters engaged in any sexual activity are at least 18
Chapter 01
“Slow down, Baby! I’m not going anywhere! ”
Allison caressed her husband’s back as he frantically pumped his cock in her pussy. He was fucking her faster than she liked, but she did not mind. Tonight was one of those nights when it was all about him. Twenty-five years of marriage taught her that. There were times when all she needed was the intimacy of Larry’s cock inside her and the weight of his body on hers.
Her husband’s cock felt good in her pussy, sliding easily and familiarly through her sheath. If she had any regrets, it was that Larry rarely got as hard as he used to.
Allison thought of her son’s cock and how good it felt in her. As Larry built toward his climax, Allison imagined it was Derek’s body on her. That it was his cock filling her. She moaned as her pussy reacted to her thoughts, the squishy sounds growing louder.
Allison glanced over Larry’s shoulder at the digital clock on the dresser. She needed to check on Derek again. He was on the road driving home to spend Christmas at home. When she talked to him earlier, he had run into bad weather. She decided to call back after Larry went to sleep. She was concerned about her firstborn.
Larry’s cock swelled in her. The first spurts of his seed entered her vagina too soon. She was nearly there, close to cumming. But that was okay; she had been here before. Dutifully, she tightened her legs around his back and flexed her Kegel muscles. She loved that feeling, the feeling of life-producing sperm flooding her womb. It always reminded her of being pregnant.
Allison thought of pregnancy often. She ached for the fulfillment of a baby growing in her womb.
She loved being pregnant with Derek. It was the signature moment in her life. Her love for and connection with him grew as he gestated in her womb, and she nourished him with her body.
After he was born, the nourishment continued with the intimacy of breastfeeding. Allison watched him hungrily nurse with his precious fists balled up next to his head. Allison’s maternal instincts were strong, and Derek thrived.
She wanted a houseful of babies. However, Larry kept putting it off. First, until they were financially in a better place, then he decided they were too old.
“AWW FUCK! FUCK! I’M COMING!”
Larry thrust hard once, twice, three times into his wife’s pussy, dumping his load deep in her. He collapsed on top of her, his heart beating like a trip hammer, gasping, trying to catch his breath.
“Mmmm, that was nice, dear!” Allison stroked his back and patted his hairy ass.
Again, she glanced at the digital clock on the dresser. She wondered if Derek had driven out of the bad weather yet. She needed to call him back.
“Mmmm, that was fantastic, baby! ” Larry rolled off Allison onto his back and yawned expansively.
“It was good for me, too, Larry!”
Allison hadn’t cum. Lately, she rarely did.
“What time will Derek get here? ” Larry again yawned.
Allison complained that he never talked to her after sex. He was tired but tried to make a post-coital conversation.
“I called him before I came to bed. He ran into some weather. He won’t arrive until late tonight.”
“You baby that boy too much. ” Larry turned on his side, rising on one elbow.
Allison sat up in bed, scooting back until her back rested against the wooden headboard. Her large breasts swung freely as she did. They sat on her chest like enormous mocha teardrops topped by crinkled raisin-like nipples.
“A mother is supposed to help her children.”
“Yes, but they shouldn’t get involved in their relationships like you did with Derek and Anne. ”
“I didn’t get involved in their relationship, ” Allison snapped, “I could see that red-headed White bitch was wrong for him. I just helped him see what she was really like!”
Larry raised his hand as though warding off a blow. They have had this argument or variations of it since Derek was born. He felt Allison’s obsessive love for her son was unhealthy for them. It kept Derek from growing emotionally.
Larry was happy when Derek took a job in the Midwest. It got him away from Allison. Derek even found a girlfriend and moved in with her. Though he lived with his girlfriend, he and his mother talked weekly.
Privately, Allison admitted Larry was partially correct. She did get involved in her son’s relationship with his live-in girlfriend. It was essential to Allison that Derek saw she was unsuitable for him. It happened when they visited for Christmas.
Anne was a nice girl. Perhaps she was a little too nasal when she talked. A little on the skinny side with outsized breasts, but charming nonetheless. The fact that she was White didn’t really bother Allison. Not really! She was prepared to do everything she could to make her feel welcome.
That first night changed everything. Allison was upstairs in her bedroom when she realized the night was cooler than average. Derek always got chilled on nights like tonight. Allison decided to take him an extra sheet.
She rolled from the bed. She and Larry usually slept nude. Allison eschewed a robe, rationalizing that they were probably sleeping anyway. She grabbed a sheet from the linen closet and padded naked and barefoot downstairs to Derek’s old first-floor room.
She hesitated when she saw his bedroom door was partially open, with the dim glow of the night light illuminating the room. She smiled, recalling that she bought that motioned-activated light when Derek was in third grade and had nightmares about monsters under his bed.
Back then, she often cuddled with him until he fell asleep. Larry complained about her spending so much time in bed with Derek. He told her it was not healthy the way she doted on him.
What did he know? He had not carried Derek in her womb for nine months. He had not experienced the awe at having that life grow in her. He knew nothing of a mother’s closeness as she nurtured that precious life.
She did not want to wake them up. She tiptoed softly to the door. She glanced through the crack as she lay the sheet on the floor by the door. She was stunned to see the skinny slut’s back as she rode her Derek!
Anne undulated like a snake slithering from a basket to the tune of a fakir’s flute. Her hands rested on his chest. Their breathing was labored. The wet sloshing of the slut’s pussy assaulted Allison’s ears.
Allison experienced a moment of disorientation, seeing Derek’s face twisted in lust, his hands playing with Anne’s disgusting large breasts. They were murmuring, but Allison couldn’t quite understand what they were saying.
The lustful look on her son’s face excited her. She used to see that look just before he came. Her hand found its way between her legs, recalling those times. As they rutted, she fingered herself, her eyes glued to her Derek’s face.
The slut’s undulations became more frantic; Derek’s thrustings were more urgent. Allison’s finger thrust wantonly in her pussy. When Derek’s body stiffened and his head rose from the bed, she knew he was cumming. She finger fucked herself harder and faster to cum with him, kneeling on the floor outside his bedroom.
It was then that she began to hate Anne. Allison hated her because she was fucking Derek in the same bed Allison had cuddled with him. She hated her because her son planted his seed in Anne’s womb.
After watching them fuck, she resolved that Anne was the wrong woman for her baby. She could not risk her getting pregnant. If they had a baby, it would pull Derek away from her. If anyone would have his baby, it should be her mother who loved him more than life.
It was a wicked thought, An evil thought. There, leaning against the wall outside his bedroom, Allison resolved to do it.
Later, she climbed into bed with her husband and spooned up to him. Her sleep was fitful that night. She woke the following day tired. However, she knew what she had to do.
The bitch was screwing HER son, in HER house, Under HER roof. She hated her for it! She would have denied being jealous if confronted.
The snoring from next to her said, as usual, after sex, Larry was sound asleep. It was time to finish the plan she had put into action. Tonight, she was going to fuck her son! Again!
I’d better clean up, she thought. I don’t want to be smelly and sticky when Derek gets home.
Chapter 02
The roughness of the loofah on her engorged clit increased her lust. Her eyes were closed, and her head was thrown back. Her mature hips pumped as she flashed back to how it all began. They were always close. Like any mother with an only child, she doted on him.
She fondly recalled his sudden interest in her body as he approached puberty. At first, it was off-putting. He would secretly stare at her breasts, and sometimes she caught him ogling her ass. She became self-conscious about bending over in front of him.
She and Larry were casual about how they dressed around the house. No overt nudity. However, her husband usually watched television in his underwear. She preferred wearing light silk mid-thigh gowns and no underwear.
Over time, she got used to Derek ogling her and came to look forward to it. She rationalized that his fascination with her body extended his love for her. What mother wouldn’t encourage her son’s love?
She feared losing him when he grew into his rebellious teen years. He was distant, indifferent. He shied away from her motherly kisses and embraces. She pined for the lost intimacy when it was just him and her.
Then, at 18, puberty kicked in. Derek was paying attention to her again. Allison was elated! While she did nothing to encourage his new fascination with her, in retrospect, she knew she did nothing to discourage it either.
Sometimes, he walked into her bedroom unannounced, catching her in various stages of undress. She scolded him about respecting the privacy of others.
At the same time, he was thrilled to know he wanted to see her body. Larry might tease her about being overweight. Derek loved her for who she was!
Allison said nothing when her panties came up missing. She discovered them at the bottom of the clothes hamper with heavy encrustations of dried cum. She loved to hold those panties to her nose. Her head spun as she inhaled the erotic fragrance of her son’s cum on her soiled panties. Looking back, she was sure her passion for him began then.
Like most families, they had an after-dinner routine. Larry drank his beer, watched television, and fell asleep sitting in his lounger.
Allison and Derek would pop a big bowl of popcorn with lots of butter. They would share it while cuddling on the couch. Sometimes it was a little chilly, and they shared a blanket.
Derek was 18 and a senior in high school the first time he cupped her breast. They were in their usual spot, cuddling on the couch. A blanket covered them on a chilly California night.
Startled, Allison hesitated, unsure of what to do. She didn’t want to traumatize Derek by making a scene. That time, she merely removed his hand and gently patted it. She debated talking with him but decided against it.
It happened again the following evening. Allison debated and dismissed discussing it with Derek and/or Larry. She dismissed talking to Larry out of hand, knowing her husband was insensitive to their son’s needs. His filthy mind would ascribe horrible motives to her and Derek cuddling. He didn’t understand the amazing love a mother and son shared.
A few weeks back, they had a row about her and Derek lying on the couch as they did. Larry told her it was sick and dangerous for a growing boy to be that close physically to his mother.
She screamed at him that he was a pervert and had a sick mind. Allison became cold and distant, refusing Larry’s sexual advances and making him sleep on the couch. Ultimately, he relented.
A few nights later, Derek ground his crotch against her behind while Allison was dozing, and Larry was asleep in his chair. She woke to his warm hardness against her bare behind. She should have stopped him then. However, if Larry had awakened, there would have been hell to pay. She rationalized that it was an extension of Derek’s natural curiosity about her body.
He caught her unawares the night he orgasmed while grinding into her, spraying his hot creamy seed on her bare ass. Startled, she sat up, smearing her son’s cum over her ass and gown. The warm stickiness was oddly arousing. She twisted her butt in it, spreading it even more.
Allison looked down to see her son staring wide-eyed at her actions. She glanced at Larry to be sure he was asleep.
Allison should have chastised Derek. The mortified look on his face softened her heart. She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand.
“I need to clean up,” she said quietly, not wanting to wake Larry.
As she walked to her bedroom to change, she was surprised at how wet she was. And it was not just from her son’s sperm soaking her gown! Her pussy was flooded!
It happened several times over the next few weeks, with Derek becoming bolder each time. The arm over Allison’s waist now routinely fondled her breast. He ground against her behind until he came, his breaths coming in hard, harsh gasps. His hips pumped against her rump, his seed soaking her gown and covering her ass cheeks.
Allison no longer found her son dry, humping her and cumming on her ass unsettling. It was an oddly satisfying experience, leaving her aroused. Again, she rationalized, dismissing the sexuality.
Derek was a maturing boy. The alternative was those filthy pornographic websites. Even worse would be if he found some slut to have sex with. No, Allison rationalized, it was better if she let him do it with her. She loved him and would not pollute his mind or expose him to diseases!
Fear of traumatizing him further tempered their conversation when she did finally chastised him. She explained that while she understood he was young with the hormones exploding through his body, he needed to go to his room or the bathroom. She added, trying to soften the impact of her words, that she was running out of nightgowns.
Then there was the time she let it go further than she should have. It was her fault, and she knew it. Allison was unusually tired that evening. So tired, she fell asleep on the couch with Derek.
As usual, he cupped her breast while she slept. Allison accepted and enjoyed this behavior. The blanket covered them, and it did not hurt anyone. Derek liked caressing her breasts and sometimes unintentionally aroused her by rolling her sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Larry rarely touched them anymore.
They cuddled every night with Derek’s cock between the pillows of her ass. She had cautioned him not to let his father know about this. Allison knew it was just the raging hormones of her teenage son. Larry would say it was dirty.
Allison rotated her behind against her son’s hard cock as she slept. As a precaution, she had pulled her gown around her waist; if he came, his cum wouldn’t soak it. She wasn’t sure what or how it happened; maybe she raised her leg. Maybe Derek decided he wanted more than dry hump her.
It didn’t matter. Her eyes popped open when Derek slid his cock into her honey hole. She drew a deep, surprised breath and instinctively shrank away. His cock was at least as big as his father’s but much harder.
“I love you, momma,” he whispered in her ear.
“I love you too, baby! But we mustn’t do this!”
Allison pressed back against the invader in her pussy. She relished the feel of his hard dick in her needy hole in the twilight zone between asleep and awake.
Reality raised its head, and Allison realized Derek was fucking her! She tried to scoot away. His arm around her waist held her to him.
She wanted to yell, to demand Derek stop. But Larry was asleep in his lounger, not 15 feet away. It would be an ugly scene if he woke up and realized that their son was fucking her!
“Derek! No!” Allison urgently whispered.
She casted frightened glances at her sleeping husband. She reached back and pushed at Derek’s thigh, trying to push him away and out of her pussy.
Derek held her tight, pumping slowly in and out of her pussy, as he massaged her jugs. The squelching of hard cock in wet pussy sounded loud. Allison was concerned that the unmistakable sound of fucking would wake Larry.
“I’m sorry, Momma! I’m sorry!”
Derek pressed his face into her back, muffling his voice as he pumped in her hole rhythmically.
His gasps were more cries than moans of lust as he pistoned his tool in and out of his mother’s honey hole.
“Baby, we must not do this!”
Even as she spoke, her hips pumped back to meet his thrusts, and her pussy creamed. Her son’s cock felt good in her.
It was not like fucking Larry, she rationalized. That was part of the marital pact; love, honor, and fuck your husband. Fucking her son was not breaking her marriage vows; it was different, coming from a different place. She loved her husband no less, but fucking her son was an extension of her maternal love.
She rationalized she wasn’t cheating; letting her son fuck her was an extension of her maternal love.
“Oh, God, momma!” Derek caressed his mother’s tit and nipples as he thrust his cock into her creaming hole.
“Shush, baby! Keep your voice down! We don’t want to wake your father!”
Derek’s cock touched parts of Allison she did not know existed. It was like, and unlike, the emotional bonding a mother experiences at birth.
There was that moment when the nurse placed him in her arms and they saw each other for the first time after birth. That extended the bonding that began in her womb.
Allison felt a mother’s love and sharing as she guided her son through maturing. Sex was, Allison rationalized, part of Derek’s maturing process. He had to learn about sex at some point. Why not with her rather than some selfish tramp who might hurt his feelings?
“Momma, I’m sorry! I just …!” Derek began to cry.
What mother could ignore her child crying?
“Don’t cry, sweetie!” Allison squeezed his hand, caressing her breasts. “Mommy understands. It’ll be okay!”
Finally, there was the intensity of incredibly good sex. Derek was not horse-hung like his father, but his cock was sizeable. But he didn’t need a big dick to satisfy her; his cock touched undiscovered parts of her mind and body.
He seemed to know instinctively she liked slow, sensual lovemaking. He understood her breasts were sensitive and needed attention. They were attuned as only a mother and son could be.
There was no guilt. There was only the incredible feeling of bonding with Derek, sharing the one thing that took their love to the next level. They shared their bodies!
Allison bit her lip as her explosion neared, drawing blood. She could not scream! She must not wake up Larry!
She gurgled deep in her throat as the explosion in her pussy permeated her body, mind, and soul. Her hips thrust frantically against her son’s cock. When she felt him swell in her, she rejoiced that they could share this most intimate moment.
“Momma! Oh, my God! Momma!”
Derek pumped his seed deep into his mother’s birth canal while his hand clutched reflexively at her breasts.
“Oh, Derek! Oh, my dear sweet baby!”
The room blurred. The intensity of her orgasm was such that she thought she was dying, that her heart had stopped. Her breathing came in harsh gasps as her body undulated against her son’s spurting dick.
“Shhh, Momma! Shhhh! Daddy!”
The student became the teacher. Allison’s voice rose to a scream in her passion, her jiggly heart-shaped ass slamming back into her son, burying his cock deep in her. Derek quieted her, reminding her his father was across the room sleeping.
They stayed joined that night, watching television while Larry slept in his chair. Unlike his father, Derek never seemed to get soft. They made slow, languid love for hours while watching television.
Allison never knew she was multiorgasmic; that first night, she rode the waves of multiple orgasms. She rarely came at all when she and Larry had sex.
Derek’s orgasms matched hers. He seemed never to get soft. Unlike her husband, he didn’t turn over and go to sleep after sex. He kept fucking her.
She mildly protested when he pulled the blanket off, rucked her nightgown up over her tits, and turned her on her belly. Derek knelt behind her and pulled her to her knees. Mother and son fucked doggie style on their knees on the sofa with her husband asleep not 15 feet away.
“Dear fucking God,” Allison exclaimed as her son’s cock probed her depths.
“Shush, Momma! Dad will hear you!”
“Okay, but don’t stop, baby! Please don’t stop!”
The risks were incredible. Larry was just across the room, sleeping in his chair. If he woke up, there would be no explanation.
Allison’s arousal grew at the prospect of being seen fucking her son. It was the beginning of her exhibitionist fantasies. In those fantasies, men lined up to watch her get fucked and wait their turn to take her.
After a few hours, Allison reluctantly called a halt. She had cum numerous times, and her pussy was sore. She eased forward, groaning when Derek’s semi-hard cock slipped from her cunt.
She turned on the couch and kissed his forehead. When he tried to stroke her breast, she stopped him.
“Mommy’s tired,” she whispered.
Chapter 03
Allison and Derek’s passion for each other exploded for the next year. Allison risked it all for the love of her son. It was apparent he loved and needed her. What mother would not return that love, succor that need?
Over his father’s strenuous objections, Derek decided to attend a local college. At a minimum, Larry wanted him to go to a school that put some distance between him and his mother. Larry did not suspect their sexual relationship. He just wanted his son to untie the apron strings, to get out on his own.
Allison and Derek discussed it. While she wanted him to get the best possible education, she also wanted him close to her. She feared the pernicious influence of college life.
Allison also craved their clandestine trysts. Her hunger for her son’s cock supplanted the fear of them getting caught. Each night, they consummated their love for each other with their assignations on the couch. They grew bolder, like thieves who believed they would never get caught.
It was Allison who initiated their first reverse cowboy. Bathed in the blue glow of the television, she rode Derek’s cock naked while watching her husband snoring in his lounger. The intensity of her orgasm was so great she nearly passed out when she came!
Some nights, Allison would fuck Derek on the sofa, then follow her husband to their marriage bed, where she fucked Larry. Later she crept downstairs when Larry inevitably fell asleep and fucked her son again. These were halcyon times for her. She was getting all the dick she wanted and was preventing her son from being hurt by some slut.
As all young, virile boys will do, Derek began upping the ante. He sensed his dominance over his submissive mother. Once a month, Larry and Allison attended a dinner party with some longtime friends. Allison had just taken a shower to prepare for this monthly event.
She tried to get Larry to shower with her like they used to. He demurred, saying there wasn’t time.
Servicing two men increased Allison’s sexuality. The more she fucked her son and husband, the more she wanted to fuck. Her cunt was always wet with anticipation of a cock in it.
Derek walked into her bedroom while Allison was naked, drying herself. Larry had just entered the shower.
“Derek,” Allison exclaimed.
She looked nervously at the closed bathroom door. They were long past the embarrassment of him seeing her naked. The roar of the shower could be heard through the door.
“When you and Father get home tonight, I want you to come to sleep with me.”
“I can’t do that, baby! What will your father say?”
“He usually drinks too much at these dinner parties. When he goes to sleep, come downstairs to my room.” Derek spun on his heels and left the room.
Allison watched him leave with deep uncertainty in her. Lately, he was more demanding of her as he asserted his manhood. It was an unsettling yet thrilling feeling to have your 19-year-old son dominate you.
Although she never thought of it, she was the dominant one with Larry. He usually acquiesced to her demands. Derek was the dominant one in their relationship.
Her husband was drunk that night, after they returned from the dinner party. She was barely able to get him undressed and in bed. After she did, she took off her clothes and went downstairs to her son’s bedroom.
“I want you on top tonight, Momma, so I can play with your big jugs while we fuck.”
Allison giggled at her son’s explicit language. She was a little high herself and thought it was cute. When she mounted him, he told her to put his cock in her pussy and she did.
They fucked like that for most of the night. Allison was never sure if she past out from the intensity of her orgasms or the wine she had with dinner. When she woke up the sun was up. She bounded out of bed and rushed upstairs, fearful that her husband was up.
He was still asleep and snoring like and exhausted lumberjack. She crawled in bed with him, cuddled up, took his flaccid cock in her hand and stroked as she dozed off again.
Chapter 04
Derek began to push the envelope, wanting to fuck his mother in more and different places. He was like any young man with a new sexual interest. Allison tried to accommodate him. She planned for it as he pressed her for more and riskier sex. She stopped wearing panties so she would be ready for her lover.
There was the time Larry was in the yard outside the kitchen window talking to their neighbor while she cleaned the kitchen. Derek walked up behind her, pushed her house dress on her back, knelt, and began eating her ass and pussy from behind.
Allison’s eyes widened as Derek buried his tongue in her pussy, licking her from her anus to her creaming hole.
She was terrified of Larry turning around and realizing his son was doing oral on his wife. However, there was the thrill of the moment. She was having sex with her son while her husband chatted with the neighbor.
All Larry had to do was turn around, and he would have caught them.
“Derek! Please, baby! Your father!” One hand pointed weakly at the window.
“I need you, Momma! I need you!”
Derek spread her ass cheeks and tongue fucked her anus, driving his mother crazy with lust.
Allison gripped the kitchen sink, her knuckles whitening as her baby licked her. The metallic taste of fear enhanced her libido. She watched Larry in the yard. Once Larry even turned and waved. She waved back; all the while, her son was tongue fucking her.
“Can you see daddy in the yard?”
“Yes, you know I can!”
Unlike his father, Derek liked to talk during sex. He spoke of the fantasies he had of fucking his mother.
“If he comes in, I’m not going to stop! I’ll keep eating you!”
“Please, darling! Don’t make your mother do that.”
“You would, wouldn’t you? You’d keep letting me tongue fuck you with daddy watching?”
“Yes, baby! You know I would!”
Allison came hard, the sink keeping her from crumbling to the floor.
There was nothing she would not do, no risks she would not take for her son’s love. She even rationalized that she could make Larry see it wasn’t sex. Not like they had in their marriage bed. Fucking Derek was different.
They realized their fantasy of being watched at the family reunion picnic. Dozens of relatives gathered in the park. Derek enticed her to take a walk in the woods with him. Her protests were feeble because she knew what he wanted; she wanted it also. They found a meadow deep in the woods, stripped, and made love.
Allison remembered lying on her back, looking at the white puffy clouds scud across the brilliant blue sky. Her baby knelt between her chubby legs, holding them spread like a wishbone as he fucked her. It was almost primal to feel the sun warm her naked body while her son slowly pumped in and out of her pussy.
Her heart stopped when she saw movement in the trees.
“Derek! Someone is watching us!”
“I don’t care! Let them!”
The intensity of their lovemaking caused foam to cover their genitals.
“I’m scared!”
Allison craned her neck, looking around Derek to see who it was.
“Stop worrying about it. Instead, look down at the most beautiful sight in the world! Look at my cock sliding in and out of your pussy, Momma.”
Allison looked at his black meat sliding through her pink folds. Her cunt lips flared and closed as Derek pumped in and out. Her bush and his cock were covered in white foam.
“Maybe we should invite them over. We could have our first threesome!”
Allison’s pussy spasmed at the thought. She and Larry discussed swinging in the early days, but nothing came of it.
“I’ll do it if you want me to,” Allison moaned, thrusting her hips.
She craned her neck one last time, trying to see the voyeur, perhaps invite them to join them. Whoever it was either left or was standing so still the bushes weren’t moving.
“Fuck me, son! Fuck your Momma!”
Allison raised her voice so whoever was watching would know their secret. They never discovered who voyeured them but they cherished the experience.
Chapter 05
The following month at another dinner party, Larry drank too much. The hosts when they left early. Derek helped her get Larry up the stairs and into bed. They tried to undress him, but he was too heavy.
“MMM! I love you, Momma.” Derek cupped her breasts as he ground into her from behind.
“Derek, baby! We mustn’t! Your father might wake up!”
Derek unzipped her dress and pushed it down over her ample hips. Allison acquiesced, standing in her red lacey panties with the matching bra. She wore patterned thigh highs and her sensible black Cuban heel pumps. If Larry saw them, so be it!
“You look incredible, momma!” Derek squeezed her breasts.
“What if your father wakes up?”
Allison knew the answer. Since that day at the family reunion picnic, she warmed to the idea of being watched and perhaps adding a third to their lovemaking.
“Just like we talked about. We’ll let Dad watch!”
Allison’s pussy flooded. The image of her son fucking her while her husband watched was exciting. She bent forward when Derek pressed her in her back with her hands on either side of Larry’s legs. He was snoring, lying on his back with his feet hanging off the edge of the bed.
“Please, baby! Not here! He might…! OHHH!”
Derek pushed the gusset of her panties to the side. He thrust into her hole, his balls slapping against her dimpled ass.
“You like that, momma?” He held her hips as he slowly rotated his hips.
“Baby, you know I love it when you fuck me. But your father is right here!”
Allison looked at her sleeping husband. Please wake up, she thought. Wake up and see our son fucking me!
Larry was dead to the world. His snoring sounded like the foghorn on a lighthouse.
“Let’s go downstairs to your bedroom, like we did last time.”
“Maybe later! Now I want to fuck you here!”
Allison was surprised when her son pulled out of her pussy. She was getting into high-risk sex and wanted to continue.
Derek unclasped her bra and tossed it on the bed. Allison wore only her thigh highs and her three-inch heels. She smiled while casting nervous glances at the sleeping Larry.
“Walk around the bedroom.”
Derek leaned against the dresser as Allison circumnavigated the bedroom. When she came to her son, he took her in his arms and passionately kissed her.
“I want to fuck you in the bed next to Daddy!”
“No! I won’t do that! I’ll spend the night with you. But I won’t fuck you next to Larry!”
Allison never knew where she got the strength to deny him. She followed him out of her bedroom.
That night in his bedroom was one she always remembered. They got little sleep, having sex in every position imaginable.
They even entered a chatroom, positioning the camera so no one could see their faces. Allison reveled in sucking her son’s cock while dozens of people watched. Fucking on webcam became one of their obsessions.
They were actively searching for a third online to expand their lovemaking when Allison discovered she was pregnant. She was one of those women whose bodies would not tolerate birth control pills. At first, she was sanguine, rationalizing that though she and Larry usually took precautions, there were times they slipped. He didn’t wear a condom, and they miscalculated her fertile period. It could very easily be Larry’s baby.
Allion realized she was fooling herself. While there was a slim possibility that the baby was her husband’s, it was most likely her son’s baby, as they never took precautions!
She hugged herself, relishing the thought of carrying her son’s baby. She began planning on Derek being in the delivery room watching their baby being born.
Allison was about six weeks along when she decided to tell both of her men. She thought of them that way that they would be a father. She would tell Derek first, then Larry.
Before she could share the news, her period came, devastating Allison. She had prepared herself to relate the news and deal with the consequences…and the joy!
She felt empty and unfulfilled. She became cold and indifferent to both Larry and Derek. Months later, her doctor told her it was a form of postpartum depression.
Derek could not accept his mother’s seeming rejection of him after three years of unfettered sex. He pleaded with her, trying to recapture what they had. Allison coldly pushed him away, physically and emotionally.
He was devastated. When he was offered and internship at a Fortune 100 company in the Midwest, he took it when he was offered an internship at a Fortune 100 company in the Midwest. Until he brought Anne with him to celebrate Christmas, he never came home again.
Chapter 06
Allison turned off the shower and stepped into the steam-filled bathroom. After she dried off, she retrieved the t-shirt she filched when Derek was home for Christmas. She held it to her nose, inhaling his aroma his maleness, then slipped it over her head.
The t-shirt fitted tight across her bosom, emphasizing her breasts’ heaviness but barely covering her ass cheeks. She would have to wear a robe over it. At first! She smiled and headed downstairs.
Allison glanced out the kitchen door as she walked into the media room and sat at the bar. The leather was cool against her bare ass. Perhaps she should call him again, just to be sure.
It was 3 am when Derek stepped from his Range Rover into his parents’ driveway. He stretched, trying to get the kinks out. With only brief stops, he had driven cross country. He briefly reflected on what it meant that at 25 years old, his refuge in a crisis was still his childhood home.
The breakup with his longtime live-in girlfriend was traumatic. Anne hurled invective at him, accusing him of being a momma’s boy.
All of this because he was ambivalent about getting married. It got worse after they spent Christmas here. It probably did not help that his mother called almost daily after Christmas.
Anne and his mother were civil. However, it was apparent they did not like each other. Anne just did not understand. He never told her that he and his mother had been lovers for years.
Then it stopped. Allison went from a libertine to a cold fish. She was cold and distant with him. It was his third year in college when he decided to intern at a firm in the Midwest. His father heartily approved. His mother seemed surprised but never urged him to stay.
That was four years ago. Allison seemed more affectionate when he came home for the holidays. Anne almost caught them making out like teenagers. They never made love again.
Sighing, Derek retrieved his backpack from his SUV. The remainder of his clothes and other personal items were packed in the cargo area.
He fumbled in a pocket and found the key. He smiled as he walked up to the driveway.
His mother gave him the key when he and Anne were here for Christmas. She said she knew the relationship wouldn’t last in a private moment. She told him he could always come home.
And here he was, he thought ruefully as he walked up the drive toward the kitchen door.
Allison sat at the bar in the Media Room. The shirt stretched to cover her bosom. However, it hung to just below her crotch. She thought she could still make out his scent. She touched it, running her hands over her breasts. She inhaled sharply as she felt her nipples. They were hard and distended.
She sat two tumblers on the bar and a decanter of the bhang she got from her Indian girlfriend, Suska. From the Indian continent, it was a blend of fermented honey, wine, and distilled marijuana oil. She hoped the smooth golden liqueur would relax her Derek as it calmed her.
Her hand shook as she poured herself a shot. She wasn’t sure if she could go through with her plan. The drink calmed her. It reinforced her resolve. This was no time to lose her nerve. There was too much at stake. The timing was perfect; she was in the midst of her fertile period.
Derek was later than she expected. Something must have happened. Concerned, she picked up her cell phone to call him. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway stopped her. He was home!
Allison jumped from the stool and hurried down the hall toward the kitchen. She was as giddy as a schoolgirl going on her first date. In a way, it was her first date.
She saw him fumbling with his key through the glass patio door. The open gown flowed back across her lush body as she hurried to the door.
So like him to struggle with the key, she thought indulgently.
He might be a grown man, but he was still her baby. His awkwardness was endearing. She smiled tolerantly as she unlocked and slid the door open.
“Welcome home, baby! ”
Allison threw her arms open and stepped on the patio to greet her son. She stood on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and plastered her lush body to his.
The door opening startled Derek. He relaxed when he saw it was his mother opening the door. The smile that started to crease on his face froze. The open gown revealed the t-shirt revealing her neatly trimmed bush.
Dear God, she is as hot as ever! Derek cupped her ass and pulled him to her.
Take me here! Right here in my driveway with the stars overhead, she thought! Allison ground her steaming pussy into her son’s crotch.
Tom Wolfe said you can’t go home again. Derek did not expect to resume his sexual relationship with his mother. They both had moved on. However, as they made out in the driveway, he wondered if Tom Wolfe was wrong.
He pushed her against the doorsill, cupped her ass and raised her negligee. It was like old times! It was a warm night and he considered the unthinkable. They could make love right here, on the patio under the stars.
Allison’s pussy moistened as her nether regions pressed into her son’s hardness. She did not pull back. She recalled the many times they made love after that first time on the couch.
Her false pregnancy changed everything. She was depressed after that. She questioned herself and where her life was going. She pushed Derek away. Over the years, she realized she blamed him for her not being pregnant. Now was her chance to get him back, to make up for their lost years.
Derek’s cock hardened as he felt the warmth of her nether region pressed against his crotch. His body responded to the scent of her jasmine body wash, his favorite.. His pulse quickened. His eyes widened as his mother ground her crotch into him.
The tableau lasted a few brief moments. Allison let him feel the warmth of her body. She felt warm, flushed. What she planned was highly erotic and socially unacceptable at a visceral level. It could end her marriage. She risked a lot!
His intimacy with Anne frightened her. That slut was trying to take her baby from her. She could not let that happen. She would give him a baby and create a life long bond.
He is so damn handsome, she thought. He reminds me of his father at his age.
“Welcome home, Honey!”
He was taller than her at 6′ 1″, 210 pounds. She approximated his weight on her 5′ 4″ frame. Most of it was in her outsized breasts and full, lush hips.
Sweet Jesus! Mom has a fantastic body!
He was embarrassed that she affected him as she did. However, she always had. He also recalled their times watching television on the couch. Their clandestine fucking was the most exciting period in his sexual life.
“Uh! Thanks, mom! Sorry to be so late. ”
He still cupped her ass, pressing his mother’s crotch into his hard dick.
“Nonsense! Anytime I can see my son is a good time! ”
She clung to him for a beat longer. He was her son, the issue of her womb. His hands felt warm, cupping her bare ass.
. “Are you hungry? I made your favorite potato salad and cold cuts. ”
Allison took his hand and led him inside
“Thanks, mom, but no! I need a drink to unwind and then about a week of sleep. ”
“Poor baby! I know you’re tired. Let’s drop your backpack in your room. We’ll share a quick drink and catch up.”
Allison almost skipped as she led Derek to his old room. She watched as he dropped his bag on the floor.
“Would it be okay if I took off my shoes and these jeans? I’ve been in these clothes for three days. They could probably stand alone. ”
“Derek! You’re home! Get comfortable! ”
Derek sat on the side of his bed. He kicked off his shoes, then slid his jeans down over his boxers and tossed them on the bed. He was thankful that the embarrassing hardon had subsided.
Allison’s heart swelled with love as she watched him undress. How many times over the years had she helped him dress and undress or watched him as he got older?
She took a deep breath. The butterflies in her belly would not settle down. She walked over, stood in front of him, took his head in her hands, and pulled him to her bosom.
“It’s SO GOOD to have you home. ”
The side of Derek’s face lay between his mother’s breasts. His mouth lay against her nipple. Only the t-shirt separated his mouth from its succulence. When he glanced down, he saw the mingled grey of her curly bush. Impulsively he pushed the t-shirt up and kissed her abdomen.
Allison’s belly quaked as his warm lips touched her abdomen. A tremor shook her body, her nipple plumped and her pussy moistened. She pressed his head to her bosom. She recalled the intimacy of breastfeeding. She ached to have him take her nipple in his mouth as he did back then.
She recalled the intensity of her orgasm back in the day when he suckled while they had sex. To her, it was the best of both worlds. Her son was back in her pussy AND nursing.
The slap of his hand on her bottom surprised her sending tingles through her body. Long ago, in another time and what seemed like another life, he used to playfully spank her. She always loved the feeling of submitting to her son.
“OUCH! When did you start practicing elder abuse?”
Theatrically, she rubbed her behind with both hands, overreacting to his love tap. The t-shirt rode up, exposing her nether region.
“Do you want me to kiss it and make it better? That’s what you used to do to me!”
Her mouth opened in mock horror. Yes! Yes, I do, she thought. “I’m your mother! You shouldn’t say things like that to me!”
Turn around, and I will, he thought.
They shared a nervous laugh. They were like ex-lovers meeting again. Each wanted the other but was afraid they had lost the spark.
“Let’s have that drink!”
“Your wish is my command, oh master.”
Allison playfully bowed at the waist. The t-shirt bloused out. Her large breasts hung heavy.
“OOPS! Sorry!”
She stood, theatrically pressing her hand to the shirt to close it.
“No apology necessary,” Derek said with a lopsided grin. “I enjoyed the view!”
“These old saggy tits?”
Allison giggled flirtatiously, cupping them and shaking them.
“Mom, they’re magnificent! Besides, you breastfed me, didn’t you? I did my share of making them sag!”
“You were four years old before I weaned you,” she laughed.
They shared a moment of nervous embarrassment at the intimacy of their conversation. Allison broke the moment. She stepped back and grabbed his hand and led him from his room, through the kitchen, and down the hall to the Media Room. She chattered incessantly as she pulled him behind her. She felt warm and happy. Her baby was home!
Derek and Anne argued about how his mother dressed when he was around. She sometimes walked around the house in panties and a bra during that Christmas visit. Other times Allison wore only the robe of a sheer peignoir set while fixing breakfast.
Anne said it was like she was trying to seduce him. She said it was sick. It became an issue with them. It was like poison after the Christmas visit, slowly killing their relationship.
Allison flipped on the lights over the bar. She adjusted them so that the bar was dimly lit while the rest of the room was in darkness. Giddy with excitement, she jumped up on one bar stool and patted the one next to it, indicating her son should sit there.
“Rather than hard liquor, Suska, you remember Suska Patel? Well, she and I have been drinking a concoction her husband makes. It’s called bhang. Try it and tell me what you think.”
She poured three fingers of the golden-hued liqueur into the two tumblers and handed one to her son. She scooted forward on the stool and tucked her feet under the footrest with her knees spread. Derek sat across from her, facing her. Only the dim lighting prevented him from seeing between her legs.
He recalled once he burst into the bathroom while Allison sat on the toilet peeing. His cock hardened as he remembered the thick yellow stream spewing from between her open pussy lips. He nearly came in his jeans. His mother was surprisingly casual about it.
“Derek! Knock before you come in! Now get out until I finished!” He was 18.
Over the years, she never tried to hide her body from him. There was no overt nudity. However, he recalled times when she chose and put on a bra while chatting with her while he sat on her bed.
She held the glass up in a toast. “Welcome home, baby!”
Derek tapped his glass to his mother’s glass. “It’s good to be home.”
He took a large sip, rolled it around in his mouth, then swallowed it. “Mmmm, smooth!”
He finished off the glass and held it out for a refill.
The potent liqueur went down smooth, its warmth spread comfortably through Derek’s body. He was bone tired. However, the drink seemed to perk him up.
Allison stood between the two stools and refilled their glasses. The potent liqueur strengthened her resolve. She knew what she had to do and what she would do.
The soft indirect lighting added an ethereal quality. It was as though they were the only two people in the world. Inside the circle of light, they…Allison…made her own rules.
Derek wrapped his arms around his mother’s waist. He laid his head on her chest again. Impulsively, he kissed the valley between her mountainous breasts.
Allison squealed but did not attempt to push him away.
“Stop that! I’m your mother. You shouldn’t do that!” Her protest was perfunctory. she tingled with anticipation.
“As I said, you breastfed me. Maybe that’s why I’ve always been fascinated by your breasts. Besides, once we were much closer. I loved sucking your nipples while we made love.”
The liqueur, aided by his fatigue, lowered his inhibitions. He felt lightheaded. He cupped her behind and pulled her closer.
“Yes, we were!” Allison hesitated. There was a question that had to be asked. “Do you…miss…what we used to do?”
“You mean, do I miss suckling while we made love? Every day!” Derek grasped the hem of her t-shirt.
“Stop, baby!”
Even as she protested, she raised her arms above her head so Derek could remove the shirt. Once again, she was nude in front of the man she loved.
She held his hands but did not push them away. She ached to feel his mouth on her nipples again, to recapture the intimacy they shared when she breastfed him and they fucked.
“I loved feeling you inside me while you nursed.”
“So did I!” Derek murmured as he leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked gently on it.
“Stop, baby! You mustn’t.” OH GOD YES, she thought!
Her actions belied her words. Instead of pushing Derek away, she caressed his head, holding it to her bosom. ”
“Mmm! I loved breastfeeding you! It was so…intimate!”
Her love hole flooded. The musky aroma of her arousal was like a mist enveloping them. She felt an otherworldliness. She wanted this. However, the intensity of her need frightened her. Was she wrong to want her son to fuck her again, to get her pregnant and this time have his baby?
Derek squeezed Allison’s ass, pulling her to him. Her body trembled as he continued to suckle.
“Why did you quit breastfeeding me? Even now, I love the taste.” .
She grasped his face in both hands and pushed his head back. She looked into his eyes and then kissed him lightly on his lips. She tasted the sweetness of the honey in the bhang.
“Your father got jealous! He liked suckling also. He made me wean you. However, when you came home from your half-day kindergarten, I would give you cookies and titty!” Allison giggled. “He never knew!”
“So, even when I was in kindergarten, dad and I were also sharing you?”
Derek pulled his mother to him, pressing his hard cock against her bare pussy.
“What we had was different from what your father and I had. I never thought of it as sharing. You are my son. What we did was an extension of my love for you.”
Derek sat back on his stool. His eyes flicked nervously around the room. He used to play with his toy cars in this room. Now he was making out with his mother. He wasn’t sure where this was going or if he wanted it to.
His love for his mother was confused by his lust for her. He had trouble separating the mother he loved from the woman he loved to fuck.He decided to change the subject to tone it down.
“This is good stuff!”
He held up the partially full glass. He took a sip while eyeing Allison standing naked between the bar stools. Her nipples were hard. Her bush appeared wet in the dim light.
“What are we doing, momma?” he asked quietly.
“I…” Allison hesitated.
Perhaps she should stop, not take this to where she wanted. What would their relationship be like afterward?
He finished his drink and set the empty glass on the bar. Allison turned hers up also, emptying it.
“Having a drink and getting reacquainted,” Allison said nervously. Perhaps, we went too far with the nursing thing.”
She held up her empty glass. “Maybe it’s the bhang. I need to stop this. It’s wrong! “Oh!”
Derek pushed her back on the barstool. He stood quickly. Briefly, he looked deep into her eyes. He dropped to his knees between her legs. Before she could react, he kissed her pussy. It was a long, wet French kiss with his tongue sliding up and down her engorged pussy lips. He leaned back and looked into her startled face.
“Is this where this is going, Momma? If it’s not, then we should stop now.”
“OH GOD, Baby! Stop! We mustn’t!” Please don’t stop, she thought. She caressed his sweating head, pulling him back to her love hole.
Derek wriggled his tongue between his mother’s butterfly pussy lips. Her wetness increased as he continued French kissing her love hole. Her hips shook, and she clawed at his head. A low moan came from her mouth. His nose filled with the scent of her arousal.
She tastes as incredible as always! Her juices are thick and sweet, like honey! He recalled the moments like this when he was a teenager, the two of them together, the social strictures laid aside.
Derek sat back on his heels, looking up at Allison. His lips and chin were wet with her juices. He licked his lips, savoring her sweet juices.
“I’m not sure what tastes best, your breast or your pussy.”
Allison was on fire with every nerve ending alive, throbbing. She smiled playfully down at her son.
“Is that what you call the vessel that held you or nine months, that you came out of as a squalling baby? A pussy?”
Her hand rested on his perspiring head. His ebony skin gleamed.
“You’re right! It seems like there would be a better word for something so precious…and tasty!”
He leaned forward and kissed her cunt again. Longer this time, pushing his tongue so deep it ached at the root. Her cunt flooded, flowing freely.
“Dear God, I’ve missed this!”
“Mmm! Honeycup might work! Your juices are so sweet!”
Allison grasped his head, holding it tight between her legs. Her thighs began to quake. Her belly turned and contracted.
“OHBABYOHBABYOHBABYOHBABY!”
Allison’s love hole convulsed, the sensations radiating through her body. She held his head tight between her legs, her thighs closing about his head. She came violently, her pussy thrusting hard against Derek’s invading tongue.
Her head dropped to her chest. Drool ran from the corners of her mouth. Involuntarily, her hips kept thrusting forward. She felt pressure on her bladder as though she had to pee. It increased rapidly.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she squirted for the first time in her 45 years. It sapped her strength and she slumped on the stool, semi-conscious as the last squirts hit her son’s face.
Derek pushed her thighs apart, and stood between her legs. He wiped his face with his open palms. In the dim light, he saw her thighs trembling.
Derek dreamed about this. There were times when he and Anne were having sex when he imagined she was his mother. Now that he could, now that they both wanted it, he hesitated. What would their relationship be like afterward? He loved his mother. He did not want to destroy their special closeness.
“Do it, darling! Fuck your mother!”
“Momma. Put your son’s cock in your cunt!”
“Mmm! I like you calling it a cunt. It makes me feel like a whore…my son’s whore.”
Allison took her son’s tool in her hand. She slid forward on the barstool and positioned it at her entrance.
“Is that what you want to be, Momma…your son’s whore?”
“I always have been,” she said huskily, “take your whore’s cunt!”
“Are you sure?” He said, stepping forward until her pussy lips just covered his cockhead.
Allison wrapped her arms around his neck. “Surer than I have been of anything in my life!”
The feeling of her pussy enveloping his cock was exquisite. He had sex with many women. They all were different and exciting. However, his mother’s was the fabled ‘perfect fit’ pussy. His cock slid snugly in, filling her.
Allison watched the incredible sight of her son’s thick black tool parting her butterfly lip pussy lips. Her eyes widened as it slid effortlessly in. She smiled at Derek. When his balls touched her ass, she placed a hand on his chest.
“Stop, baby!”
Derek looked at her quizzically.
“I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long I want to pause so I can remember what it felt like!”
Derek stood with his cock buried in his mother’s ‘pussy. He felt her vagina spasm.
“So have I, Momma! So have I” He looked down at her swollen gleaming cunt lips. “Is it like you imagined?”
Allison flexed her Kegel muscles, massaging her son’s cock.
“I didn’t expect it to feel this good again. To feel it not just…” She paused and smiled, “… in my pussy! But throughout my body. It’s like I’m just an extension of you and you of me.”
Derek pulled out slowly until just the head of his dick was covered by the lips of her pussy. Then he sank back in. They looked between them, watching his gleaming cock slide out and back into her love hole.
“Can you keep a secret?”
Allison hissed as Derek again pulled back and then slid fully back into her.
“You mean like I’m fucking my son?”
“No, silly!” Derek slid back again, a little faster this time. “Every woman I had, I always imagined it was you.”
Allison wrapped her arms around his neck and plump thighs around his back. Her ass balanced on the edge of the barstool.
“Even Anne?”
The sensations of his cock in her were enhanced by her memories of giving birth to him . It was just him and her, and he was going back where he came from.
“Even Anne! I saw you that Christmas watching us. I wanted you to join us so you and I could have the threesome we always talked about. What were you thinking?”
Their breathing quickened as Derek moved rythmically in and out of her. They could hear the wet squelching of her cunt.
“I…fuck, that feels good…I was jealous. Mmm Harder! I hated her! She was fucking my baby! The dick in her had been in me, and I wanted it again!”
“Your baby? Is that what I am? Say it! Say I always wanted to fuck my baby!”
They thrust hard against each other. The slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. They alternated, looking between them at the white froth building on his cock and her bush and looking into each other’s eyes.
Allison felt lightheaded as though she was high on a mountaintop in rarified air. She gasped, trying to fill her lungs. If she died right then, her life would be perfect.
“I know now; I always wanted to share this ultimate intimacy with you. To have you inside me like when you were in my womb!”
She began riding a wave; a wave she knew was her orgasm.
“I always wanted to fuck my baby.”
She screamed it, an appellation forced out of her by the intensity of her orgasm.
“Jesus Christ, mom! Your pussy feels as good as it always was!” He looked into her eyes as they thrust against each. “Can I keep calling you, momma?”
“I’m whatever you want me to be. I’m your mother! I’m the incestuous bitch who loves fucking her son. I’m your slut, willing to do anything, anytime!”
“You’re my mommy slut then? My mommy bitch?”
“OHGODOHGODOHGOD! I’m cumming, baby! Your mommy slut is cumming!”
“I feel it, mommy slut! I feel you cumming! Do you want me to cum with you?”
Allison’s ass slid back and forth on the barstool as she drove her honey hole forward to meet her son’s thrust. Her arms stayed locked around his neck in a death grip, and her legs encircled him! They are covered in a creamy white froth from their belly buttons down.
“Fill me up,” she groaned, “fill me up! Fill your mother’s pussy with your seed!”
They came together, thrusting, moaning, and declaring their love. Derek felt the firehose-like the pressure of her squirting against his lower belly
“Yes, momma, yes!”
“Oh, God! My baby! My baby!”
Allison and Derek came down slowly, kissing as their rutting slowed. Finally, they fell against each other, still joined.
“WOW!” Allison was sated, wrapped in a warm glow. Her son’s his semi-hard cock was still in her.
“Fucking yea!”
Allison slapped her son on the ass. “Watch your language! I’m your mother!” She tittered, covering her mouth with one hand.
Derek slowly pulled his cock out of his mother’s pussy. They looked between them, watching his cock pull out, followed by a gush of their juices.
“I’m beat!”
“Come on, baby! Let mommy tuck you in bed!”
Allison slid to her feet. “Oh, god! We’ve ruined this stool!”
She turned to her son for affirmation. He grasped her waist, pointed her down the hall, and smacked her smartly on her bare ass.
“You can be a housewife later! Now you’re still my mommy slut!”
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