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Mother's Milk
By B. Traven "Many mothers find great emotional - even sexual -
satisfaction in breastfeeding, for it is the culmination of the
symbiotic unity with the child." - Dorothy L. Marlowe, RN Ed. D.,
"Pediatric Care", 1977
"Oedipus was blinded because the light of truth was too much to bare"
- B. Traven
"[A] Mother/son [relationship] is the one relationship-type where both
parties get exactly what they need from the other party and the
relationship, and the power status between the parties is the most
equitable." - Dr. J. Boswell, Institute of Advanced Sexual Studies
"There is *enormous* sensual pleasure suckling at a lactating woman's
breast. The act is more giving and emotional on both parties part in
addition to the simple sensualistic satisfaction." - Dr. Avis Oegel,
MD, "Sexual Assertiveness Techniques", 1993
Jack pushed the door open with his foot awkwardly and entered his
house. Both his hands were occupied; he was carrying with a large
plastic bag of disposable diapers in one hand and two bags of
groceries precariously balanced in other arm. Jack set the packages
on the kitchen table.
"Mom?" No answer.
He looked in her bedroom, and saw his mother cradling his baby
brother. A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near her feet. Both
mom and baby were fast asleep. The scene looked so peaceful compared
to night before when Bobby kept them both up with his frantic crying.
He tried to help by preparing his bottle and bouncing the little guy,
but nothing seemed to help. Finally, his mom had told him to go back
to sleep because of the Chemistry test he had tomorrow. Under protest
he went back to bed while Bobby still wailed. He thought he would
have trouble going to sleep but he must have gone out as soon as his
head hit the pillow.
Jack stood there for a moment in the soft light of the bedroom. His
mom must be exhausted - she was still awake with Bobby went he got up
this morning to go to school. She was a strong person, someone who
had more than her shares of hardships in life but someone who rarely
complained. She was still a young woman, only 32, and still young to
be hopeful that happiness could still be found in her life. With her
sparkling eyes, golden blond hair, and good figure men found her
attractive. She had no trouble finding suitors, but she always
managed to end up with the wrong guy.
He watched his mom as she dozed. She was beautiful even without
makeup and with mussed hair, and beautiful even wearing an old
yellow-print sun dress. Jack noticed that the buttons in front of her
dress were undone and a large wet pink nipple was protruding. Jack
felt a sudden flash of shame and looked quickly away. She had been
trying to unsuccessfully to breast feed Bobby again. Contrary to
popular opinion it is not at all uncommon for babies to have
difficulties breast feeding. Dr. Powers explained to Mom that many
factors may be to blame including the mother's diet and level of
stress. Fortunately, almost all babies who have trouble breast
feeding have no problem feeding from a bottle. Mom was heartbroken,
feeling like a failure as a mother. Bobby was doing fine with formula
but Mom kept trying to get him to nurse.
Jack secretly found the idea of breast feeding exciting. Since
puberty he had the usual teen-aged boy's fascination with breasts. At
16 his sexual experiences were confined to some groping in the
backseat of his car where a few times he had managed to slip his hand
into Sara Jo's brassiere and feel the softness underneath. When he
attempted to remove her bra she had protested, and the mood was
broken. Sara Jo was a little on the chubby-side but had a healthy
bust line that sent tongues wagging throughout high school. Sara Jo
was nothing compared to Jack's own mother, however. His mom had had a
slender frame with large, heavy breasts. Secretly, Jack had looked
through the laundry to find one of his mother's brassiere. Feeling
both ashamed and excited Jack read the faded tag on his mother's
brassiere -
Hoping his mother would not notice, Jack hid the brassiere under the
frame of his bed from which he would sometimes take it out to study
when alone. Jack, in his readings on his favorite subject, learned
that a women's breasts could increase up to two cup sizes during
pregnancy; and, sure enough, the new nursing bra his mother had
purchased was an incredible 38DD. Jack had wondered why size DD was
used instead of E, but he decided that this was yet another of the
many mystery's privy only to women and unknowable by men.
At the time of her pregnancy Mom's boyfriend Bill was living with
them. Bill was a crude man who would periodically come home drunk and
angry at the world. When Bill came home late one night he slapped Mom
hard across the face because dinner was cold. Jack tried to
intervene, but the bigger man threw him across the room.
"Please, Bill, leave Jack alone." His mother screamed. Jack felt
dizzy and hurt but he got managed to get back on his feet. He started
toward Bill again.
"Jack, please." his mother pleaded.
Bill ignored Jack, and pulled Mom toward the bedroom roughly by the
arm. His mother looked toward Jack with a look of resignation.
"I'll be OK, Jack. Please stay out of it", she whispered to him
painfully as Bill pulled her.
Bill slammed the bedroom door behind them, leaving Jack standing
outside feeling impotent and weak. Their voices through the door were
angry and loud at first. After a few minutes the voices were softer,
and Jack could hear the familiar rhythmic creaking of his mother's
mattress.
A few months later Mom had discovered that she was pregnant. Bill
acted happy and said they would now get married; but he didn't come
home the next evening. Mom tried repeatedly to call Bill at work, but
Bill just hung up on Mom when he heard Mom's voice. Mom was, of
course, broken-hearted. She had dealt with men running out on her
before, but this time she was pregnant. Jack's own father had also
left shortly after Jack was born but at least he and Mom had been
married. Mom broke down and sobbed in Jack's arms. Jack told his Mom
not to worry.
They didn't need anyone else. He would be the man of house. And Jack
did help take care of his Mom. He took over cleaning the house and
doing the grocery shopping, and even had gotten a part-time job at the
local fast-food joint to help supplement their income. When his Mom
enrolled in Lamaze classes at the local hospital, Jack volunteered to
be his mom's coach but Mom's younger sister, Aunt Jane, said it wasn't
proper and took his place as coach.
Some women look overwrought when pregnant, showing the weight of the
demands pregnancy places on their bodies. Other women bloom like
flowers, glowing with the radiance of the life growing within them.
Mom was in the latter category. Her face was positively beaming with
the promise of life, and her slender figure blossomed into Rubenesque
proportions with Mom's already large breasts became heavier and
fuller.
Most of Mom's Lamaze training became useless because some
complications arose and a Cesarean had to be performed. He was forced
to stay outside in the Waiting Room while Aunt Jane with Mom in the
delivery room. He was overjoyed the nurse announced that he now had a
healthy baby brother, 9 pounds 7 ounces. The nurse led him into the
hospital room where his mother laid dreamily in the bed holding the
little baby. He kissed Mom on the forehead and held his sleepy baby
brother cautiously.
"Meet your new baby brother, Robert Joseph - Bobby." she announced
proudly.
His mom unbuttoned the top few buttons her nightgown. Casually, she
reached in, and an enormous white breast capped with a glistening pink
nipple flopped out.
"Uhhh, Mom. Do you want me to leave?" he said nervously.
He averted his eyes quickly, but he kept finding his eyes drawn back
where he would steal quick peeks of his mother's bare breast. He
rarely saw his mother's breasts except for quick glances when she
would lean over in a low-cut nightgown. He was actually shocked - and
excited - at his mother's sudden casual display of nudity in front of
him.
"Don't be silly, Jack. I'm going to try to get Bobby to nurse."
She took Bobby to her nipple. Booby mouth was against the nipple but
he didn't suck. She lifted her heavy breast to position it better,
and a thin white liquid squirted in the air from the top of his mom's
nipple. Jack was fascinated.
"I hope he's hungry - I've been uncomfortable lately since I started
lactating." Jack just nodded nervously and tried to look away. She
tried to coax little Bobby to nurse, but he just looked bewildered
with his unfocused eyes. At one point some of the drippings of Mom's
milk got on Bobby's lips but he still didn't get the hint.
"He's probably still tired. I try later."
She put Bobby back into the hospital bassinet where he immediately
fell asleep.
"The doctor says I should be ready to go home the day after tomorrow."
She held Jack's hand warmly.
"Thanks, Jack, for all the help you've given me. I know that this
hasn't been the best of times for you."
"It hasn't been the best of times for you either Mom, but I'll always
be there for you, Mom." he said tenderly.
"Jack!" she was smiling mischievously, "you're staring at me!", Jack
looked away ashamed from his Mom's bare breast. Mom pushed her
exposed breast safely back into the folds of her nightgown.
"Don't be embarrassed, Jack.", she said warmly as she unhurriedly
re-buttoned her nightgown. "I certainly know from personal experience
about the fascination of teen-aged boys with breasts", she laughed.
He was hot with embarrassment but his mother held his hand
reassuringly.
"Breast feeding is the most natural thing in the world. Please don't
be embarrassed when I'm nursing Bobby, OK?" "OK, Mom." He hung his
head down. He crossed his legs slightly to hide his erection, and
prayed to God that she didn't see that!
She woke up, smiling when she saw him standing over her.
"Rough day, eh, Mom?"
She rubbed her eyes. "Yeah. He didn't calm down until after you left
this morning. I tried again to get him to nurse but I had no luck."
she said sadly.
He took Bobby from her and placed him in his cradle in the nursery.
He wrapped him tight in the knit blanket Aunt Jane had made. Mom was
still sitting in the chair when he returned, trying to shake the sleep
from her eyes. He noticed that her dress was still unbuttoned and his
mother's bare breast was still hanging out. He could see that it was
heavy with milk. Since he moved the baby he now noticed that the
front of her dress was soaked. She was lactating heavily.
She looked down at herself. "God, I'm a mess." She lifted the front
of her dress slightly, which opened the unbuttoned portion of her
dress further, exposing the white nursing bra underneath. She lifted
the breast that was exposed to close the cup flap of the nursing bra,
and her nipple shoot a white spray of warm milk that landed on Jack's
shirt.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jack." She closed the flap on her nursing bra,
securely tucking away her breast.
"Uh, that's OK, Mom." He felt the warm wetness of her milk against
his chest as it soaked through his shirt. It was a not unpleasant
sensation.
"Excuse me, Jack, while I clean up.", his mom said as she finally got
up from the chair.
"Sure, Mom." he left the room, closing the door behind him.
He checked on Bobby who was still fast asleep. Poor little guy must
have exhausted himself. He, then, put the groceries and was deciding
what to fix for dinner when his mother suddenly called for him from
the bedroom.
He opened his Mom's bedroom door. He was surprised to see his mother
half- naked sitting on her bed. Her wet sun dress was laying crumbled
in a ball on the floor. His mother was dressed only in panties and
nursing brassiere. The flaps on each cup of the bra were open,
exposing his mother's heavy, swollen breasts. The nipples were bright
red and engorged, and dripping with milk. Her figure since the
pregnancy was softly padded voluptuous curves instead of the trim
figure she had had previously. In spite of himself Jack grew
immediately hard with the cock throbbing almost painfully.
"Jack, the pump isn't working." She said desperately. She didn't
appear to be aware of her nakedness in front of him - or the effect it
was having on him.
The pump was an electric pump that she had rented from the hospital to
pump the milk from his mom's breasts when they became painfully
engorged. Since Mom couldn't get Booby to nurse, she had to use the
pump every few hours to relieve the pressure. He never actually saw
her use it since she would always use it in private with her door
closed. Since his Mom had no problem exposing her breasts in front of
him to try and nurse Bobby, he suspected the real reason for her
modesty about the pump was that the pump represented her failure to
breast feed.
He looked over the pump. The electric connections at least visually
seemed to be good. He pressed lightly on a few mechanical pieces, but
he saw no problem.
He flicked on the switch. Nothing happened.
He felt around the moist cup of the machine. "Mom, maybe you have to
... stick it in to activate it." His mom lifted her heavy breast and
gently pushed her left breast inside in pump's cup. Since his hand
was still touching the outside cup of the cup, looking for a
microswitch of some kind, his mom's breast rest lightly against his
index finger. It felt warm and full. He was too scared and too
excited to move his hand, but she said nothing. He flicked the switch
with his other hand. Nothing. It seemed like an electrical problem
and he tugged slightly on the electric connections again and flicked
the switch one more time. Nothing.
"I can't get it, Mom. Maybe we can take it back to the hospital for
another."
"They're closed now, Jack. Their rental office is only open 9-5."
She pulled herself out of the pump, brushing against his index finger
as she did. She started to cry.
"Jack, I'm a failure as a mother. You shouldn't have to take care of
me."
"I want to, Mom." he interrupted.
"I can't even nurse my own baby. I can't do anything right." she
sobbed.
"Dr. Powers ..." he tried to say.
"I know what Dr. Powers said, Jack, but I still feel like a failure.
I even have to use this damn machine to pump myself out, and even
that's not working!"
"Mom, don't cry." He hugged her and felt his mom's bare breasts
pressed heavily against his chest. Immediately, he backed away.
"Jack, they hurt!" she said desperately cupping her breasts.
"Maybe, we should call Dr. Powers's office, Mom."
She looked at him questioningly.
"What, Mom?"
"Jack... I nursed you when you were a baby. You didn't have any
problems. I nursed you until you were nine months old."
"Mom, what are you saying?"
"Jack, if you don't want to do this its OK, I'll understand." she
looked at him pleadingly.
"Jack, would it be so wrong if I asked you to ... suck out my milk."
Suck out her milk? His heart was racing.
"Jack, you're still my son just like Bobby. Please nurse me." His
cock was painfully hard now and his mouth felt dry.
"Please, Jack. Do this for me."
"Uh, yeah, M-mom." he stuttered.
"How are we going to do ... do this?" he asked nervously.
She crawled up further on the bed and sat up with her back against the
bed frame. Here was a fantasy of Jack's secret-most dreams. Settle
down. That's your mother there, he thought. She only wants you to do
what the pump is supposed to do. Nothing more.
"Come here, Baby." his mother said lovingly.
He looked at his mom waiting for him on the bed on the looking like
every man's innermost fantasy. He didn't think of the nursing bra as
something sexy before but now he realized that it could have been
something out of Frederick's of Hollywood. It supported the heavy
weight of his mother's breasts, lifting them high as if putting them
on display. With the cup flaps open, exposing only the front of his
mom's breasts, the bra actually accentuated their nakedness.
Dreamily, he climbed up on the bed to his mother. She pulled him to
her. Her nipple was bright red and glistened with the milk that was
leaking out. She held him by the back of the head, gently bringing
him to her breast. A hard nipple brushed against his lips and
released more fluid. He opened his mouth instinctively and took in
the nipple. It tasted sweet from the milk. He reached under and
cupped the breast. It was heavy with milk. He tentatively sucked,
and was surprised at the gush of milk that suddenly filled his mouth.
His mother's milk was like cow's milk except it was thinner and
sweeter. He savored the warm milk. The milk started to overflow his
mouth and drip down his chin onto his chest. He swallowed his
mother's milk to stop to overflow, and discovered that that action
caused even more milk to flow from his mother's teat. He sucked
harder, drinking deep from the fluid of life. As he drained more milk
from mother's breast he could feel the swelling of her breast slowly
diminishing. Her body started relaxing as he relieved the painful
pressure. While he sucked, the other nipple brushed against the side
of his face, causing milk to drip down his cheek.
"That's it, Jack. You're doing fine." She kissed the top of his head
and ran her fingers playfully through his hair.
He sucked hungrily at his mom's breast, and greedily swallowed the
milk with loud gulps. He held on tightly with both hands to the soft
abundance of her breast. Jack knew that this was all he ever needed.
As he sucked at his mother's tit he knew all other experiences in his
life would pale compared to this. He could feel his mother's body
start to stir with excitement. She pressed his head firmly to his
breast and started spreading her legs.
"Oh, Jack." She started moaning. He continued to suck hard until the
flow drained to a tinkle. Without even thinking or looking his mouth
found his mother's other nipple. A fresh gush of milk filled his
mouth. His mother's legs were now wrapped around Jack's knee.
"Come on, Jack." she moaned softly. Jack's cock was throbbing.
Unconsciously he started rubbing it against his mother's thigh through
his trousers. He found a rhythm, and continued to suck deeply at his
mother's nipple. Jack decided to test the nipple with his tongue as
he sucked. When his tongue lightly touched her nipple he felt the
electricity go through his mother's body. He played with the nipple
as he continued to suck, and his mother's body started quaking. He
could feel her wetness even through her panties and his trousers as
his mom ground her crouch against his knee.
"Oh, baby..." she now moaned loudly.
Her breast was almost completely drained. Jack continued to suck the
last of the milk as he teased his nipple with his tongue.
"Oh ... oh ... oh!" His mother's body was jack-knifing now as she
moaned.
Jack felt faint as he ejaculated in violent spasms in his pants. They
both laid there silently. Jack's lips where still on his mother's
breast but he had stopped sucking.
"Jack?" He was almost asleep. "Jack?"
"Uh." He laid there almost catatonic against the warmth of his
mother's body.
"Jack, I think its time we got up." she said in a soft voice. Jack
forced himself to sit up. He looked at his mom and felt embarrassed
and guilty. But she only smiled back sweetly at him. Her mother's
breasts were wet with milk as was the rest of her front. He was a
mess himself, with milk on his mouth and dripping down his chin to his
shirt, which was completely soaked through with his mother's milk.
"Thanks, Sweetie. I don't know what I would do without you." He felt
his mother's breasts brush against him as she kissed him on the cheek.
Jack was dazed. His head felt like it was full of cotton. Had this
just taken place? He felt like he was dreaming. Did his mother
really come? He didn't have enough experience to judge such things.
He had certainly come. He felt the wetness at his groin. Did she
know?
"Jack, can you give me some privacy while I clean up?"
"Uh, sure, Mom." said slowly. He lifted himself awkwardly off the
bed.
"And clean yourself, too". He looked backed at his mother still
sitting half- naked on the bed. She gave him a wink, which made
tingles travel down his spine.
He closed his mother's door behind him; and now felt very alone and
confused.
Jack checked on Bobby who was still sound asleep. He fixed some
hamburgers and tried to keep himself busy so he did not have to think
about what had just taken place. Had it really happened? The bedroom
door creaked open. His mom emerged dressed in a frilly white robe.
"Uh, hi Mom", he said nervously.
"Ouch!" He burned his hand on the stove.
His mother ran to him. "Are you all right, Jack?" She held his hand
and gave it a kiss.
"Yeah, I'm OK, Mom."
"Jack, are you bothered by what we just did?" she asked seriously.
"Uh, I don't know, Mom." He was unsure what to say. She held each of
his hands, and looked him lovingly in the eyes.
"Jack, you did me a favor. I was suffering because the pump wasn't
working." She held him by the shoulders.
"You - we - didn't do anything wrong in there, Jack. You're my son
just like Bobby is. Because you're older doesn't mean that it's wrong
for you but right for him." He nodded quickly.
"Look - I know you probably enjoyed it. I told you I knew about
teen-aged boys and their fixations." She smiled slyly.
"And I'll confess that I enjoyed it, too. It's the way a woman's
anatomy is designed so that breast feeding encourages bonding."
"Jack, you helped me out when I desperately needed it. And the fact
that we happened to both enjoy it doesn't mean it's something to be
ashamed of." She gave his a motherly kiss on the forehead. He did
feel better.
"Besides, we're going to have to do this later tonight when I fill up
again." Despite himself he grew immediately hard.
"We have something to look forward to later." his mom added with a
hint of seduction.
They ate dinner together saying little. Afterwards, Bobby woke up.
The long sleep must have done him good because he was more pleasant
than he normally was just waking from a nap. He was scheduled to work
tonight from 8-10, so he kissed his mom and Bobby good-bye and drove
off. At work he couldn't keep his mind off of his mother. He kept
looking at his watch as he bagged groceries.
When work was over he left immediately rather than stopping to chat
with Sara Jo or some of his buddies. A couple of times he had to slow
down after he glanced down at the speedometer and realized how fast he
was driving. When he finally got home it was dark except for his
mother's bedroom. He walked over to his mother's open doorway. She
was sitting on the side of her bed wearing the same frilly robe. The
bed was now made with the covers turned neatly down.
She smiled at him. He smiled back nervously.
"I've been waiting for you, Jack. I'm getting sore." She stood up
and removed the robe. She let it drop to the floor. Jack was
startled. Instead of the nursing bra and the plain white panties from
Sears, his mom was wearing only a fancy pair of panties. The panties
had the French cut with the leg of the panties sexily rising up her
hip. He did not even remember seeing these panties in his secret
excursions into his mother's lingerie drawer. His mom's breasts were
large and swollen, but still hung high by themselves. The nipples
were engorged and pink, and glistened with the wetness of her milk.
He stood there in awe at his mother's nakedness.
"Oh ... Mom." He heard his voice saying. He immediately felt
embarrassed and had to look away.
Seeing his embarrassment, his mother smiled.
"Don't be embarrassed, Jack. Come to your mother." She took his hand
and led Jack to her bed. She sat up against the headboard as before
and spread her legs slightly. She pulled Jack to her and Jack
immediately began to suck. It was better this time. He knew what to
do as he steadily drained his mother's boob. He felt her mother's
body relax against him as he removed the pressure in her breast. He
drank deep from her warm, sweet milk. With his tongue he started
teasing the tip of her nipple, and as before his mother's body
starting stirring under him. She wiggled against him while he sucked
and played with his mom's nipple.
When the breast was drained he automatically switched to the other. A
gush of warm milk shot into his mouth as soon as his mouth clamped
onto the nipple. He could feel the excitement starting to build in
himself and his mom. They pressed their bodies against each other.
In their squirming they unconsciously - or was it deliberate -
re-positioned themselves until their hips were pressed tightly
together. Jack's throbbing erection was pressed against his mother's
couch through the layers of his trousers and her panties. Jack
finally drained the second breast but kept sucking hungrily at his
mom's breast. She didn't seem to mind, though, because they were now
pushing rhythmically against each other.
Caught up in the fever of the excitement, Jack cautiously reached down
under him to the waistband of his mother's panties. His mother
quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it away. Scared he had gone too
far with his mother, Jack started pulling away from his mom, but she
pushed him back onto her. She was setting her limits just like Sara
Jo did. He sucked his mother harder now and let his teeth scrape very
lightly against his mom's nipple.
"Oh, Jack - Jack - Jack ..." His mother's hips jerked against him.
His mother's excitement caused his dam to finally burst. He bucked
rhythmically against his mother and came in a shuddering climax.
"Mommm...." he heard himself moan.
They laid still for a few minutes not saying a word. He felt the
warmth of his mother's body against him. Unlike last time there was
not mistaking what each of them had felt this time. Jack had never
seen a woman orgasm but now had no doubt that this is what his mother
had felt. He thought it pretty obvious to his mother that he had came
too. Another thing was different, too; this time Jack did not feel
the shame he had felt before. He still felt somewhat unsure but he
knew that this second time he and his mother had known what they were
doing. The first time could have been accidental, but there was no
mistaking their intend this time.
"You OK, Jack?" He rolled off his mother.
"Yeah, Mom, I'm OK."
"It was good wasn't it, Jack?"
"Uh, Mom, ..."
She looked at him and smiled. "It's OK to say you liked it, Jack. We
didn't do anything wrong." his mother said in a clear voice.
"Yeah, Mom, ... I liked it. I liked it a lot." he beamed. He did
feel better.
He didn't want to leave but his mom told him it was time for both of
them to get ready for bed - in own separate beds. Jack stripped,
cleaned himself up and put his pajamas on. He heard his Mom getting
Bobby his bottle. Jack said goodnight to his mother, and gave her a
kiss on the lips that lingered for just a while longer than a kiss
that a son gives his mother.
Jack laid in bed in the dark. He masturbated earnestly. Instead of
Sara Jo or some Playmate, Jack was now openly fantasizing about his
mother. He came, pumping more semen than he had thought was still
left in him. He fell in a sound sleep soon after.
Jack slept restlessly, tossing and turning. A kiss. Another kiss.
He opened his eyes and saw his mother peering out of the darkness. He
realized that his cock was hard and sticking out of his pajama pants.
He quickly put himself back in, hoping Mom didn't see. Although, did
it matter any more?
"Jack, its time again." she said very somberly for something that was
exciting to both of them. He sat up and held his head.
"Uh, OK, Mom." he said groggily. He looked at his digital clock and
saw it was 3:15am. She stood there a minute silently.
"In my bedroom, Jack." she finally said.
He followed his mother into the bedroom. The room was dark. She
opened her robe. He could see the outline of his mother's nakedness.
Was she still wearing the panties? He smelled the earthy dairy smell
coming from her milk. She climbed up on the bed and Jack followed.
He went to his mother's breast and suckled. Efficiently, he drained
away the pressure and felt his mother's body start to relax against
him. He teased her nipple, biting it lightly while he continued to
nurse from his mother. Instinctively, his mother opened her legs
further and started squirming her ass.
He pushed himself up against his mom's body. His cock slipped out
again from his pajamas and pressed against the coolness of his
mother's panty. He was prepared to move but his mother showed no
resistance. With both hands he squeezed his mother's tit and engulfed
the stream of warm milk that shot into his mouth. They were both
excited now as he started dry-humping his mom.
"Jack!" she blurted out loudly. But she must have shouted his name
of excitement rather than concern that things were going too far
because she made no move to stop him. He drained his mother's tit and
immediately went for the other one. He clamped onto the nipple and
drunk down the stream of milk. His cock, having a life of its own,
pressed at his mom's inner thigh and tried to gain entrance to the
dark mysteries underneath the panties by snaking its way under the leg
band. He pressed and pressed by he couldn't get in!
Emboldened by his mother's writhing he very cautious reached down to
the leg band where his cock was probing. Slowly, he pulled at the
elastic. He was prepared to quickly withdraw his hand if his mother
showed the least resistance, but she continued squirming against him
as if she didn't notice. He pushed his cock into his mother's panty.
The elastic pulled tight against his cock, but it was not an
unpleasant sensation. The tip of his cock found the entrance to his
mother's pussy. It was definitely wet, and emanated a warm from
within.
He paused for a moment not sure to really wanted to go through with
this step. Did he really want to do this? Was he prepared for this?
He bit at her nipple while continuing to suck his mother's milk. She
was moaning now and wrapped her legs around him. He wasn't sure if
this was to encourage him, or whether his mother in her excitement was
really oblivious to what he was doing. Jack could not see how he
could turn back at this point. He was feverish, and felt beads of
perspiration on his forehead. This wasn't just his doing, or was it?
He was so confused, but he knew he had to do it. He could not go on
with his life not knowing, not plunging into the mysteries of his
mother after having come this far.
Jack pushed slightly, and felt himself slid into his mother's pussy
like butter. It was so easy, and, yet, this was an act that would
forever change his relationship with his mother. Everything they had
done previously was, by and large, innocent. She needed him to suck
her milk to relieve her discomfort. If they both derived pleasure
from it, there was no shame. Despite the heated play, they were still
acting as mother and son. Now with his single act they had crossed
the line from mother and son to - lovers. He could not undo what had
been done, but he was not sure he wanted to undo it.
They both paused for a minute. Now fully aware of what had been done
- and what could not be undone. His mother, then, reached behind him
and grabbed his buttocks. She pulled him to her, making him slid all
the way inside of her. The feeling was indescribable. It was like a
tight, wet, warm velvet glove was lovingly grabbing his cock.
"Oh, Jack. Oh, my baby."
Mom's last breast was now almost drained. Jack and his mother started
slowly fucking while Jack continued to suckle the last of her milk.
He pushed his pelvis; and his cock slid effortlessly the rest of the
way into his mother's warmth. His origin. His source. It felt like
heaven. I should have felt dirty and perverted, but it felt so
natural and wonderful to make love with this beautiful woman who gave
him birth.
Tentatively he pulled out slightly and pushed back. The friction sent
fire into his loins. He knew his mother felt the same because he felt
her return his thrusts by arching her hips. Was this fucking? In
Jack's private readings on the subject he had heard of many
dysfunction's and problems regarding sex. He had thought it
hopelessly complicated, but nothing could seem as natural to Jack,
then, than fucking his mother.
"Jack..." his mom moaned. Jack knew that she was close.
Jack lifted his body up a bit and kissed his mother. He could feel
her bare breasts pressing his chest. Milk still leaking from them was
soaking his pajama shirt. His mother returned his kiss, and soon his
tongue snaked its way into her mouth. Mother and son embraced and
kissed deeply while their hips banged together.
Tension built in his loins, and Jack fought for control against his
own body. His mother pinched his buttocks tight as she forcefully
pulled him to her.
"Mom!" he tried to shout in warning. But it was too late. He came
in a violent eruption, ejaculated in waves into his mother.
"Oh, Jack..." His mother wrapped her legs around him, and pushed her
hips back and forth against him.
"Jack ..." Her cry softening into a whimper.
Jack could feel his mother's body relax against him. He tried to
climb off his mother but she pulled him back to her. They were both
silent. Jack could feel his mother's heartbeat against him slowly
climb back to normal. Eventually, he rolled off his mother and laid
next to her. Both exhausted, they both fell asleep holding one
another.
The next morning the sun woke Jack up. He was immediately
disoriented. He looked around and saw he was in his mother's room.
He looked over and saw his mother naked sleeping next to him. Panic
set in. What had he done? What should he do?
Jack laid there next to his mother staring at ceiling. He discovered
that he too was naked - he must have removed and kicked off the rest
of his pajamas during the night. He felt his mother stirring. She
opened her eyes groggily and also looked disoriented. She met his
eyes, and Jack looked away guiltily.
"Morning, Jack." she said in a flat voice.
"Morning, Mom." Jack muttered in reply.
"Mom, ... I'm sor.." she pressed her finger to his lips.
"Don't be sorry, Jack. I should have known it was going to come to
this. It just ... felt so good. And it's been too long for me,
Baby." She stroked his cheek tenderly.
"It was good, Jack. Better than I would have thought. But we can't
let this happen again. It's wrong. You've done so much for me, and
now I feel I've taken advantage of you."
"M-mom, you didn't ..." he started to stutter.
She cut him off. "Jack, let's never discuss this again, please?" she
said firmly. Jack nodded in agreement.
"Now, Jack could you please give me some privacy while I get dressed?"
Jack got out of bed, and quickly grabbing his pajamas that were in
crumbled ball next to his mothers panties. When had she taken them
off? Embarrassed, Jack clutched the pajamas to his groin, and quickly
left his mother's bedroom. He closed the door behind him and put on
his pajamas.
His mother, dressed in a loose white dress, came to the kitchen table
carrying Bobby. They ate breakfast together mostly silent. He tried
to busy himself reading the paper while his Mom held the bottle for
Bobby while at the same time ate her breakfast.
Jack looked at the clock.
"Mom, I'd better - I'll be late for school." He tried to look away as
he gave his mom a quick peck on the cheek. As he was almost out the
door, his mother said,
"Jack, you're coming home at lunch time, right?" He looked back at
his mother puzzled.
"You have to ...", she cupped his breast, "you know." Jack didn't
know what to say.
"Ah, sure Mom."
His mom gave him a sly look. "... unless you want to get another
pump from the hospital." she added. "M-momm, I-I won't have time to
stop - I'm running late." Jack stammered. She looked back at Jack
and smiled.
"OK, you can pick up it when you want - but I'll need you."
"Yeah, Mom, sure."
In a whisper she added, "But like yesterday, Jack - not like last
night."
"Yeah ... sure."
Jack was so confused that he muttered a good-bye to his mother and
hurried out the door. In school Jack was listless, and had trouble
concentrating. He got the results back on his Chemistry exam and
found gotten an "A". At least some things in his life where going all
right. Sara Jo tried to make eye contact with him during class but
Jack just returned her a forced smile and looked away. Jack kept
looking at his watch nervously.
Jack rushed out the door as soon as the noon bell rang. He found
himself speeding again, and had to make a conscious effort to slow
down. Jack was going home for his - noon feeding?
His mom was in the bedroom sitting on the bed waiting for him. As
before she had the nursing bra on with the flaps pulled back to expose
her swollen breasts. Unlike before, though, his mother wore no
panties. She was nude - bare except for the nursing bra that only
emphasized rather than concealed her nudity. She laid there inviting
before him. With his eyes Jack traced the outline of his mother's
smooth legs up to her soft blond fuzz of public hair.
She looked at Jack somewhat sheepishly and seductively at the same
time. "Surprised, Jack?" she looked at him.
"Jack, I don't know if what we did together was right or not, but I
know I don't want it to end." His mother sat up more on the bed,
which caused her breasts to juggle delightfully.
"I've been getting all worked up this morning just thinking about,
Jack. God help me, but I know I don't want what we had together to
stop.". Tears were welling in her eyes now."
"My life has been such a mess, and now I've made a mess of yours."
"No, Mom!" He protested.
"I wonder if its so wrong to be intimate with my own son. It should
be wrong, but it feels so good - and not just the physical kind of
good." She looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Jack, if you don't want to - I'll understand - but please don't think
badly of your mother."
Jack's cock was throbbing so badly he was afraid he was going to come
in pants just standing there. Without saying a word he stripped in
front of his mother. He surprised himself by not feeling any
embarrassment. He threw his clothes on the floor and joined his
mother on the bed.
He grabbed his mother's tit with both hands, firmly and almost
roughly, and His mother's milk poured into his mouth, and he drank
deeply.
"Oh, Jack.", she moaned as he relieved the pressure from her breast.
Jack heard himself making loud slurping sounds as he hungrily sucked
at his mother's breast. Jack almost jumped out his skin as he felt
his mother's cool hand at his cock. She tenderly and expertly stroked
it just like he would have done it for himself. He almost felt
himself climaxing, but his mother backed away just in time, leaving
his cock quivering with excitement and frustration. She guided him to
the source of her warmth between her legs. His cock slid into his
mother effortlessly. She was hot and wet.
"Ooh, Mom." he moaned with sheer pleasure.
As he suckled he let his teeth scrap lightly against his mom's nipple.
She bucked her hips against him, pushing him further into his mother's
pussy. Jack reached under his mom and felt his mother's rounded
buttocks.
"Come on, Jack, *fuck* me," his mother said in a strained whisper. He
was a little shocked and also not a little turned on by his mother's
use of profanity. Jack drove his hips into his mother as he bit
gently into her nipple. His mother returned his thrusts and soon
their bodies were moving in a heated rhythm by themselves.
"Fuck your mother." she moaned. Jack switched breasts and felt a
fresh spray of warm milk in his mouth.
"Mom ... Mom ... Mom." he heard himself moaning involuntarily.
Their hips bucked wildly against each other as mother and son came
together in a shuddering, cathartic orgasm.
"God, that was good, Jack." his mother smiled. "That was so good and
I don't feel the least bit guilty, do you?"
Jack shook his head and couldn't help but smile back. It was true.
He didn't feel guilty or ashamed. He actually felt a genuine love and
closeness to his mother that he never had dreamt of. There was
absolutely nothing wrong with making love to this beautiful and lovely
lady who gave him birth.
"I love you, Mom." He heard his voice crack as he hugged his mother
tightly.
"I love you, too, Jack." They embraced and he could actually feel
himself stirring again.
"Oh, Jack, I wish we could do it once more, but you've got to get back
to school." His cock was erect again.
"I could call in sick ..."
"No, Jack, we can't let this part of us displace other things in our
life. "Besides, we've got tonight to look forward to." she said
playfully as she ran her hands through his hair.
He looked down at his mother without doleful eyes.
"Tonight." she reminded him.
In school Jack was distracted. I actually fucked my mother, he though
with a mixture of excitement - and shame. He realized that this was a
fulfillment of a sexual fantasy he had long suppressed. He didn't
know what this meant for him and Mom but he knew he didn't want it to
end.
"... Jack Baker?" Jack was startled from his reverie. He realized
with alarm that Mr. Humbert his geometry teacher, was addressing him.
"Huh, could you repeat the question, Sir?" He replied awkwardly.
The class roared with laughter, and Jack just wanted to crawl under
the desk.
"Sorry to disturb your sleep, Mr. Baker." Humbert said sarcastically.
"Now, class who knows the answer?" Hands all around Jack were
immediately raised in response.
Finally, the 3:00 bell rang and Jack quickly darted out the door. He
raced to the exit but was stopped before he could reach the door.
"Why are you avoiding me, Jack?" said Sara Jo, giving him a hurt
look.
"I'm not avoiding you." Jack tried to reply in reassuring voice.
"Well, it certainly seems that way, Jack Baker."
She looked him in the eye. "Is there some else, Jack?"
"No, Sara Jo, God no. I've been busy. With my mother. I'm trying to
help her out around the house. She has her hands full with the new
baby."
"Of course, Jack, I feel so foolish. How is your mom doing, anyway?"
"Well, she's doing just much better. I'm just trying to help out
where I can." he said in voice that sounded to him a little too
nervous.
"If there's anything I can do to help please let me know, Jack" she
said sympathetically.
"Thanks, Sara Jo. Look, I've got to run. We'll talk later, OK."
Her bedroom was dark. For a moment Jack thought she wasn't home and
paniced. But when he peeked into his mom's bedroom he saw that she
was waiting for him. The soft flickering light from many candles
outlined his mother's nudity and she laid across the bed smiling up at
him. They made love slowly in the candlelight. He started to learn
how to sense responses in his mother's body and pace himself
accordingly. Jack and his mother took their time exploring each other
bodies. They slowly built up their passion as they fucked until they
came together in a warm embrace.
Later that night they changed tactics and teased each other
mercilessly as they fucked each other hard, almost rough; and came
together in a violent orgasm. Throughout the night they took turns
waking up one another and fucking. In the morning they were exhausted
and sweaty, and the bed sheet was full of come stains and milk. Jack
woke up groggily with a raging hard-on brushing against the crack of
his mother's bare ass. His mother, feeling him stirring against her,
awakened; and they proceeded to fuck in the morning light.
A few days later Jack moved into his mother's bedroom. Since he spent
most of his time there anyway, it made perfect sense to both of them.
Jack and his mother could not keep their hands off one another. They
fucked every four hours during Jack's 'feedings', and would often find
time in between. They tried everything together; and were constantly
finding new ways to tease and excite each other. She introduced him
to oral sex; and Jack went wild as soon as his mother took his cock
into her mouth. Mom sucked him and teased his with her tongue until
he shot his load into her mouth in a screaming orgasm. Jack also
tried oral sex on his mom which he did not particularly enjoy himself
but he did get off on how excited his mother became as she locked her
legs around his head and bucked her hips wildly.
Jack and his mom enjoyed when he loving applied lotion to her body to
avoid scars from stretch marks. He would spend hours lovingly rubbing
in the creamy lotion into her swollen breasts, rounded hips and
buttocks. They would always end up fucking during these sessions.
One time his mother greased up his cock with liberal amounts of the
lotion, and got down on all fours so he could fuck her ass. Jack had
heard about anal sex and always considered it somewhat perverted. But
he was not prepared for the exquisite pleasure of his mother's tight
ass as he pushed his cock past his mother's sphincter and deep into
her rectum. He fucked slowly at first because he was concerned about
any pain he might be causing his mother, but she egged him on with
breathy obscenities which caused him to start fucking his mother's ass
harder. He finally came in an intense orgasm in which he pumped his
mother's ass with his semen. After that first time, anal sex became
one of their favorites. He knew it caused her some discomfort but
strangely enough to Jack the small amount of pain that accompanied the
pleasure seemed to be part of the excitement for both of them.
His mother enjoyed teasing him. Knowing his fascination with her
underwear, she would dress up in lingerie and strut around
provocatively until Jack grabbed her and threw her on the bed. Since
his mother's breasts were now two cups sizes larger, her cleavage
would overfill many of her old brassieres - which of course enhanced
the effect for Jack. His mother would pick out entire outfits with a
dress, jewelry, stockings, high heels and lingerie, and do a slow
strip tease in front of him. She would dress topless, bottomless -
anything to drive him wild. After finding out Jack's fascination with
garterbelts, she went shopping one morning and met him at the door
when he came home from school wearing nothing but silver earrings, a
black garterbelt, seamed dark sheer stockings, 5 inch spike heels -
and a wicked smile. They didn't even make it to the bed that time as
they fucked with abandon on the living room floor.
Not unsurprising, breast play was a regular part of their sexual
repertoire. They would frequently fuck with Jack laying down and with
his mother sitting on him with her pendulous breasts hanging over him.
In this position they could conformably fuck while Jack sucked his
mother's swollen tits. He would usually end soaking in his mom's milk
as his mother rode him to a blissful orgasm. When Jack and his mother
discovered the delights of anal sex, they found they could use the
same position. Jack would stick his cock up his mother's tight ass
while he sucked milk from her breasts. She liked the control that
this position gave them as they butt fucked; and Jack thought this
gave him the best -or was it breast- of both worlds.
One day after Jack and his mother were going at it hot and heavy on
the bed, his mother suggested something new.
"Sure, Mom." Jack said eagerly. He was always willing to try
something new.
She laid on her side, which caused both of her heavy breasts to flop
together.
"Jack, lay on your side facing me, and slide up a little, Baby."
She took his engorged cock and inserted in between her breasts.
"Mmmm, I like this, Mom." he said as he reveled in the feel of her
smooth, warm breast flesh against his cock.
"Now, just fuck Mom's tits, Honey" she said in a Mae West imitation.
Jack needed no further instruction and started fucking his mom's
cleavage. This was true delight. Warm milk started leaking from her
nipples and run down his cock.
"God, Mom." He squeezed both of her breasts together tightly around
his cock. Milk started squirted in the air and on his abdomen.
She was squirming now. Jack knew his mother could orgasm just from
heavy breast play. With both hands he kneaded her breasts and fucked
her cleavage. Her breasts were heavy and full and possessed a inner
warmth that radiated into his cock. His mom's breasts were slick with
her milk which provided the needed lubrication as he fucked her tits.
Jack didn't survive this ecstasy for long because he soon came to
orgasm. Alarmed suddenly, he tried to move himself away from his mom;
but he discovered too late as he shoot wave after wave of white jism
into his mother's face.
Jack sat up suddenly and looked at his mother concerned. Big wads of
his semen hung from his mother's left cheek and chin.
"Sorry, Mom, I got kinda carried away."
"Don't be silly, Jack." She gave him a smile that warmed his heart.
"It's supposed to be good for the skin." she said as she rubbed the
mess into her face. She saw his horrified reaction and smiled.
"It's OK, Jack." she said reassuringly.
His mother was washing dishes as he entered the kitchen.
"Hi, Babe." she said with turning around.
Without saying a word he reached around his mother and cupped her
breasts through her dress. He reached into the front of his mother's
dress and slipped his hand into the top of her brassiere, feeling the
warmth of her bare breast inside.
"Mmmm. Let's go in the bedroom, Jack."
"No. I've got a better idea, Mom"
With the other hand he lifted the back of his mother's dress to her
waist. He pinched his mother's nipple and felt her warm milk drop
down his fingers while he yanked down his mother's panties over the
swell of her ass.
"Oooh, Jack", his mother moaned.
Jack took the plastic bottle of dishwashing detergent from the counter
and squirted a big glob of the green liquid onto his palm. He
unzipped himself and spread the goo onto his erect cock. He
transferred the remainder of the glob onto his index finger, and,
then, rubbed it into the crack of his mom's ass.
His mother squirmed. "Brrr, its cold, Jack."
"I'll warm it up for you, Mom." His finger found his mother's anus.
He poked it into his mother's ass and spread the goo with a circular
motion. Used to anal play now, she relaxed her sphincter and spread
her legs at his intrusion.
"Jack, do it. Fuck your mother's ass." she said in growing
excitement.
Jack placed his cock against his mother's asshole. He pushed and slid
with little resistance into her ass.
He kissed the back of her neck as he pushed into his mother's butt.
"Oh, Mom." he heard himself moan.
He bit her earlobe lightly as he started fucking her ass.
"Motherfucker," she goaded. She knew calling him a motherfucker
always excited him.
"You love it, Mom." He was thrusting harder now. His mother was
bucking her ass back against him in sync with him. He knew they were
both close now.
"Oh...oh...oh!" he grunted as he came in his mother's ass. He felt
his mother's body tighten and relax under his embrace.
They both collapsed to the cold kitchen floor and held other tenderly.
Their lives were changed, forever changed, by their new relationship.
They were still mother and son but so much more. They were lovers and
best friends and confidants. The intensity of their sexual
relationship scared them at first. Was all there always this sexual
tension between a mother and son that is normally suppressed, only to
be unsatisfactorily fulfilled in proxy sexual relationships? Maybe
this sheer intensity of the sex between a mother and son is the real
origin of the incest taboo. It was a obsession; a sexual addiction
that could easily threatened to displace everything else in their
lives. Jack and his mother knew they had to control the flames of
their passions to keep it from consuming their lives. They still
fucked like rabbits around the clock; but his mother was always
careful to make sure that the mundane matters of everyday life were
still attended to. Jack not only kept up at school but actually
starting excelling. Jack knew at the end of each day his mother would
waiting for him - usually with some new sexual kink that would drive
them to new sexual heights as they fucked through the night.
His mom insisted that he keep up relationships with other girls. She
reminded him that he would grow tired of her when she was old and
gray. He vehemently protested, but she told him it would be healthier
for him anyway to maintain other relationships. Grudgingly, he agreed
and called up Sara Jo. Sara Jo was happy to hear from him, and they
chatted amicably. They finally agreed on a dinner date for Saturday
evening.
Sara Jo was eager to resume their relationship. Jack was surprised to
find that he had actually missed her. His yet-unfulfilled
relationship with Sara Jo could never compete with the depth of his
emotional and sexual relationship with his mother, but there was no
reason why they had to compete at all. The innocence of his
relationship with Sara Jo was simply in a different category with the
overwhelming intensity of the one with his mother. Perhaps there was
room for both relationships in his life. His mother, as usual, was
right.
Later that evening he drove Sara Jo to a secluded spot on a hill
overlooking the lights of the city. They kissed for a while and soon
progressed into heavy petting. He smoothly slipped his hand into her
blouse and into the top of her bra. His breasts, although large by
the standards of most high school girls - and boys- were much smaller
that his mother's and lacked the heavy plumpness he was accustomed to.
Still they were warm and soft and had a certainly perkiness that added
to their charm. He reached for the snap of her brassiere, but as
always before Sara Jo reached out in alarm to stop him. This time,
instead of pulling away, Jack kissed her deeply while lightly
caressing her nipple with his hand that was still in her bra. He
moved to her earlobe and bit it gently while he pinched her nipple
between his fingers. He sensed when the resistance left her body.
Looking at her directly in the eye he casually reached behind her and
unsnapped Sara Jo's bra. She sat there transfixed as he slowly
unbuttoned the remainder of her blouse, leaving Sara Jo topless. He
studied her body while Sara Jo looked away in embarrassment. She was
overwhelmed by the sudden confidence Jack was displaying. This
confidence came easily to Jack now after a month of fucking his mother
day and night. He now knew a woman's body almost as well as his own.
He knew what subtle responses in a woman to look for that revealed
resistance or surrender. Sara Jo was no match for him.
Sara Jo's breasts, although lacking the voluptuousness of those of his
mother, were sexy in their own fashion. Like her face, Sara Jo's
breasts were sprinkled with light brown freckles. Her nipples were a
much lighter pink than his mother's, and her areolas were more
distinctly rounded. Judging from his mother and his own private
studies of Playboy, Jack had come to the conclusion that the areolas
of very large breasts tended to be somewhat distorted, maybe due to
the stretching of the skin. Sara Jo sitting before him naked from the
waist up was pretty and genuinely sexy in a way that different from
the way his mother was sexy. He kissed Sara Jo gently and helped
removed the remainder of her clothes. They made love tenderly in the
back seat of his car. He enjoyed teaching her and guiding her as they
slowly fucked. With his mother he was the student - and probably
always would be - but with Sara Jo he could be the teacher.
After they came they held each other silently for a few moments.
"Jack, I've never seen like this. You see, so different, so much more
grownup." she whispered. She thought for a moment and, then, said in
a voice that revealed a crack, "You haven't been with any other girls,
have you Jack?"
"Just my mother." He grinned. He laughed to himself at his private
joke.
"I was afraid there was someone else, Jack." she said in a relieved
voice.
"No, Sweetie." He kissed her on the forehead.
Jack came home after dropping off Sara Jo. His mother was waiting for
him wearing the short babydoll nightgown that he had been so
infatuated with lately. Her huge breasts protruded through red
transparent material. He could see that she was not wearing the
matching panties that came with the outfit.
"Well, how was it?"
"It was nice, Mom." he said in a guarded voice.
"Did you fuck her?" He winced slightly at his mother's coarseness.
He and his mother were of course accustomed to using profanity in the
heat of their passion. But it sounded somewhat course and rude to
Jack's ear to use that term in reference to Sara Jo. Jack realized
his thought was somewhat silly, though, because he and Sara Jo had
certainly fucked.
"Yeah, Mom, but I don't really want to talk about it." He started
removing his clothes.
"Was she as good as me?", his mother teased. She got up all fours
with her back to him. Her big bare ass hung out obscenely from the
bottom of the short nightgown.
"No one is as good as you, Mom." he said as he climbed up on the bed
and mounted his mother. She had already pre-lubricated her ass with
KY jelly, and his cock slid into his mother's rectum with little
resistance. He reached under his mom and grabbed her full breasts.
Milk immediately leaked into his palms. His little adventure with
Sara Jo excited them both, and they rutted like dogs. His mother was
a bitch in heat who pleaded with him to fuck her ass harder with a
string of heated profanities. They moaned harshly in unison with each
stroke until they came together in a screaming climax.
They held each other close and kissed fondly with genuine affection.
"No one could ever replace you, Mom." he said as he absent-minded
played with his mother's breasts.
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