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http://www.incesttabooo.com/hunt.html
The Hunted
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by Caesar
The helicopter lowered close enough to the surface, that
the blades caused the salt water to soon cover the woman
completely. The cool water soaked through her light summer
dress and hair, as she ignored the water and looked up into
the glass canopy. The pilot hovered close enough that his
mirrored glasses could easily be seen and the attractive
woman shivered in fright.
>From the vantage point of the pilot, she never moved.
Sarah forced her fingernails into the palms of her hand to
still her fear and her body. She could see that the male
pilot spoke into the microphone attached to his bright
yellow helmet and then seemed to wait.
Time flowed incredibly slowly as the fearful mother felt
her patience disintegrate. Just when she thought she could
no longer control her fear, the twin huey suddenly rose and
then rushed over her head. The deep thumps of its rotors
loud until it rounded the peak of the low mountain and fell
then behind it. The echoing sound soon faded away.
Sarah fell into the foot of water about her ankles, her
body now trembling violently and she allowed the tears to
come. A half full bucket of clams sat a foot from her,
forgotten. It wasn't long until a distant voice yelled out
to her, the shrill sound obviously scared for her.
Minutes later, strong youthful arms wrapped about her
shoulders and a head was placed next to hers. "Thank god
mom!" The tide was slowing coming in and the sandbar that
she sat upon appeared to be slowly sinking beneath her.
Her son, moved his arms beneath her shoulders and lifted
her. "Come on mom. Lets get back to the Sarah Jane."
Years ago, her husband had named his sailboat in honour of
his wife.
That had been before.
Sarah tried to help her son and wrapped an arm about his
shoulder, yet fear disabled her almost completely. It had
been much like this for the last few weeks, her fifteen
year-old son had cared for her more than the reverse. She
felt proud that he was turning into a man, yet she also
felt humble when her young son took the pinnacle position
within their relationship. It was supposed to be the
reverse, she thought.
"We should move the sailboat mom, before the helicopter
comes back." They reached warm dry sand and continued up
the short rise and over the driftwood. "I don't think he
saw her but he'll know she's about." He meant the Sarah
Jane.
The young man rushed the two of them through the very dense
forest and suddenly the forty-six foot craft sat before
them. It had been the pride of her successful husband, and
the dread of hers. Sarah hated the ocean, but found refuge
on it when she most needed it. Her son grew up on the ship
with his father and knew how to sail the Sarah Jane better
than even her husband, Mike. Though his youthful
impatience often showed through in his sailing, as it did
in his life.
Wading out, he helped his mother up onto the stern and
waited for her to safely gain the cockpit. David knew of
his mother's fear of the water and respected that emotion.
In fact, he respected and admired everything about her.
Climbing a board, he untied the two lines from overhanging
branches and then started the engine to back out of the
tight confines of the overgrown forest. Usually Sarah
helped with crewing the ship but David correctly assumed
she needed time to collect herself.
Within the hour, the craft drove forward under full sail as
the sleek craft sliced through the water. Sarah, had
disappeared below long before the craft had reached open
water. David shouted at the wind and spray as he joyfully
drove his ship with the wind. It had been like this for
several weeks, but it was the first time someone had found
them.
North of Gibbons David knew it would take much to find them
again. It was simply luck that his mother had been several
hundred feet from the shore when the search helicopter had
found her. Far away from the nearest cover. He had seen
his mothers paralysis as she stood bravely before the
hovering 'copter. Soon, he would be able to anchor the
Sarah Jane in another remote and concealed spot while the
search continued. David hoped another incident like today
would never happen to his mother again.
Sarah woke hours later, her face itchy with the dried tears
and her still wet salty body cold in the chill night air.
In the stern main cabin, she lay lonely and wondering if
the path her son and she had embarked on had been the right
one. She often thought she was doing something wrong,
something immoral and even illegal. Yet, love made her do
things that she would never have thought about.
The long straight haired brunette sat up in the firm twin
bed and realized the Sarah Jane was again at anchor. The
sound of gentle waves washing against the metal hull and
the easy movement of the sailboat told the tale. She may
dislike the water, but she had learned a few things in the
last few years with her husband.
With easy movements, the thirty six-year-old woman slide
out of bed and stood in the only open spot in the cabin to
remove her damp clothing. She pulled off all her clothing
then shivering, she quickly pulled on a huge wool sweater
and plain white panties. The boat was quiet, so unnatural
since her son liked to listen to his music rather loudly,
at all hours of the day. Sarah opened the thin wooden door
to find the rest of the small ship to be dark. The only
light was from the three-quarter moon coming through the
portholes along the starboard side of the lounge.
For only a second the earlier fear touched her and she
shivered with fear. Then she heard her son's familiar
snore from forward. He must be asleep in the fore cabin.
It was very much like him to allow her to calm herself and
took control of the situation to find another spot to
anchor. Stealing through the rest of the ship, the
attractive mother slowly opened the door to her sons small
triangular shaped cabin.
She took a moment to admire his sleep form, so youthful so
calming to her soul. Moments like this was when she knew
why she had left her husband, why they lived like
renegades. With cat- like grace she crawled into bed next
to her son. He normally slept very soundly and never even
realized someone was working the thick quilt down his body.
Sarah smiled when she saw he hadn't worn anything to bed
but she simply tore her eyes away and slid her body down
along his before covering the both of them up.
Laying her head onto his shoulder, the woman closed her
eyes and felt love for the only man who hadn't treated her
as an object. Soon, she also slept soundly.
David felt the smooth warm skin of his mothers legs along
his own strong limbs. She was curled up next to him,
sleeping. He was surprised that she had crawled into his
bed rather than sleep the night through. She wore her
favourite thick wool sweater that could easily cover the
two of them.
He loved his mother with a passion that had started the
first night she had crawled half naked into his bed. That
was when it had started and they had not turned back from
the path they both now enjoyed.
They were lovers.
As she slept, he moved his hand down to rest it against her
panty covered bottom. David lifted the edge of her wool
sweater to her waist and then moved his hand on top of the
cotton briefs. Ever since he could remember, he as
obsessed with her round firm bottom. As a kid he used to
hug her leg and press his head into her ass just to be
close to it, though he never realized why at the time. And
later, when he started to discover his own maturity and
temperament he often stole glances at his mothers shapely
ass. Though guilty feelings often accompanied these
voyeuristic moments, he found his desire more powerful than
his guilt. The last few weeks together, she came to
realize his enjoyment of her bottom and not once hindered
him in any way.
Gently, the young man rolled his mother away from him, onto
her back. Her sleep was disrupted momentarily before her
breathing again became slow. David rolled onto his side
and pushed the quilt down their bodies. The darkness
covered her effectively, yet his desire easily pierced it
to place his hand again upon her, this time above her pubic
mound.
Sarah awoke slowly with the realization that a hand was
gently touching her. The manly scent of her son was easily
distinguishable and she feigned sleep to discover what else
he would do with her. Her legs were slightly apart, enough
for him to slide two fingers along her mound down far
between her legs. She felt the hand expertly move her
clean white cotton panty to the side and the fingers again
travelled the same course. This time, they slipped between
her outer lips and slide down the length of her sensitive
inner pink folds. She could not control the gentle lifting
her pelvis, but continued to feign sleep.
David smiled in the dark as his mothers body reacted to his
touches. Besides her buttocks, he had always been
attracted to her long smooth firm legs. Not until he was
older did he appreciate how youthful they had remained,
compared to other older ladies his mothers age. His
fingers, now sporting a light coating of her sexual
lubricant, gently strolled down her inner thigh to just
above her knees. She moaned in her sleep and moved her
knees a few more inches apart. Quickly squirming down the
bed, David placed a single passionate kiss on the inside of
his mother's thigh about half way from her crotch to her
knee.
Hands came down and entwined into his long unkept hair.
"Well dear, couldn't sleep?" She was teasing her son, and
her voice told him so.
Kissing again, an inch higher, he continued, "I had this
dream mom." Before she could say anything, he continued.
"About a sexy woman who loved hard cock so much she
couldn't get enough."
Sarah giggled to her son's amusement. It rarely pleased
her when he used vulgar language with regard to their
relationship. It made her feel cheap. And the only time
he did use it was when he was horny. Which was more often
than not since they chose not to live a lie. Another part
of her was worried that what he said was the truth, she
could not physically imagine living without her son's cock.
So, Sarah, pulled her son's hair upwards towards her sex.
Mostly to silence him, but partially to give her body the
attention it needed.
Yet, David was learning that he could have anything when it
came to his sexy older woman. Holding his face a few
inches from her moist and musky smelling sex, he toyed with
her. "Do you know any women that fit that description
mother?" So he played the verbal game with her, something
she didn't relish but understood.
She was also experienced enough to know that he would only
continue to push until he got his way. It was a trait he
had got from his father, something that Sarah loathed. She
used a voice that often worked on him, her girlish pleading
voice, as she attempted to again distract her only son.
"Please baby!" The renewed tug, and message, towards her
sex could not be interpreted in any other way.
In the dark, she felt his hand move up to the junction
between her legs and a finger surprised her when it wormed
its way easily up her vagina. Sarah gasped out and arched
her back in pleasure, it wasn't the tongue she had been
craving but for the last few years any sexual attention was
enjoyed immensely. The finger pumped within her folds
several times before being easily extracted. She groaned
out, feeling her resolve disintegrate and whined for more
attention.
David smiled and knew how to get his mother to become a
desirable sexual slave to her own desires. She often
played the dominant maternal role until he suddenly showed
any interest in her sexually. Then it was simply a matter
of deciding how he wanted her, and he did indeed want her.
Right now he wanted her to beg for him. Slowly, reaching
up her body, he moved his hand to her face and slide the
finger into her mouth.
She knew what he had planned before he did it, her own
strong scent preceded the digit and she allowed the finger
to enter fully into her mouth. It wasn't the first time
she tasted her own bodily fluids, most often upon the skin
of her young son and lover, and it excited her realizing
when her son's finger had just come from. In fact, she
realized she became excited with almost anything her son
did to her or around her. Sarah remembered when she had
recently watched her son masturbate, she could remember how
strong her own orgasm was or the hours of pleasure David
enjoyed with her afterwards. She could not say no to her
son, or to their incestuous relationship, when she felt the
familiar rush of warmth and electricity flow through her
veins she was a submissive to her desire.
David felt her lips enclose his finger and sucked upon it
firmly. She pulled his paw from her mouth to moan, "Mommy
needs your cock baby." She resumed her fanatic sucking.
He pulled his hand down again towards the juncture of her
legs. Before his hand reached her sparsely furred mound,
he placed a single kiss directly upon her clitoris. As he
knew it would, she gasped loudly and squealed with delight.
His mother had a hair trigger clit. "Mommy needs to ask
properly!" Her legs had earlier been moved widely apart,
so that he now knelt directly below her. The hand again
strolled down her sloppy wet vaginal lips to stop against
the hard wrinkled hole between the cheeks of her ass.
Sarah tried to relax her anus as the finger firmly pressed
into her, she gasped out loudly in surprise and painful
pleasure. It was too much, he could have her any way he
wished, and they both knew it. He simply wanted to hear
those words from her. "Fuck me David!"
He passed the second knuckle and stopped to enjoy the firm
pressure of her sphincter muscle about her index finger.
Using a surprised analytical voice, he asked, "Where
dearest mother? Where would you like me to fuck you?"
It was simply too much, the game had gone far enough, Sarah
needed his cock immediately. She didn't care anymore,
"Fuck me anywhere David!" She was practically shouting
within the small triangular fore cabin. Her son rotated
his finger within her asshole and she quickly added, "Fuck
my ass baby, is that what you want? Fuck my tight asshole
and make me scream."
Calmly, with the smile which could almost be heard in his
voice, David asked, "But what is it you want mother
dearest?"
"All I want is your cock!" She groaned out when he took a
long lick from the edge of his invading finger to her
clitoris. Even this far gone within her excitement, she
knew what her son liked. "And your cum baby! Mommy wants
you to cum inside me, on my face, in my ass! Anywhere you
want to baby." The sound of her own nasty words also
excited the middle-aged woman, and knew her son may indeed
do the things she begged him for. If not this time
together, then maybe next time. Everything she asked him
for, he had delivered at least once since they ran away to
be lovers of the flesh. Sarah knew what it felt like to
have her sons sperm and his eyes upon the smooth skin of
her face.
This time David groaned. Sarah felt his unbalanced
movements in the dark and knew what he was doing and
shivered in excitement. Her son straddled her head with
his knees before bending over his mother, his breath
blowing upon her hot sex. His own hard phallus pressed
into the side of her face and she moved her head enough so
her hungry mouth could engulf him. It was one of the most
degrading things she could do, and the most exciting - to
suck upon her son's hard penis.
His body lay over hers, inverted perfectly to allow his
mouth access to her sex and her mouth to his. A finger
again pressed into her anus, while a tongue was flicking
the hard enlarged excited clitoris. Whenever she moaned,
the sound caused his penis to reverberate within her mouth,
which then caused a moan of enjoyment to escape from his
lips. Her son moved his pelvis back and forth, his cock
pumping in and out of his mothers hungry mouth.
David knew if he slowed, his mother would not reach the
orgasm which she so strongly needed. She would also be the
slut he now desired, nothing was forbidden when she was in
this mood. "Mom?" He spoke from between each flick of her
clitoris. "Stick your tongue in my ass mom."
Sarah didn't motion in any way that she had heard him, and
his words took a few seconds to filter through her
excitement. She withdrew her mouth and stuck out her
tongue, which came in contact with his hairy balls. This
was something new, something they had not yet tried and she
rushed to do it. Anxious to please her young man and the
nasty realization of what she was doing excited her
immensely. Her tongue slide between the cheeks of his
buttocks and navigated through the fine hairs surrounding
his anus before she felt the wrinkled hard muscle of his
sphincter. The mother felt the finger inside her bottom
press deeper into her as she forced a centimetre of her
tongue into the asshole above her.
Time slowed for the two lovers as they grunted and groaned
under the intense pleasure they both found with the other.
Sarah, felt the orgasm quickly approach and squealed out as
the powerful energy exploded from her vagina. David, his
head held firmly between her strong smooth thighs could do
little but wait for her to finish. His own orgasm not yet
close to finishing.
Sarah barely felt her son's movement above her, as was
often the case after one of her stronger orgasms. She felt
her body being turned onto its side and her upper leg being
bent upwards towards her chest. Then she felt the blunt
hard object enter into her still wet sensitive folds.
Though he could not see at all in the cramped space, he had
watching his mothers body enough to picture her lazy
movements and her lovely tanned skin. David straddled her
lower leg and aimed his cock into her. She moaned slightly
as he slid himself all the way into her.
So often it was like this after his mothers initial orgasm.
She was so exhausted that she was useless for several
minutes, while he was ready for more. The first time be
began to use her limp body he was worried she would be
angry with him, but she had found it exciting that he could
not control himself and still wanted her. Every time she
became exhausted and limp, his erotic attentions caused her
body to quickly recuperate.
Kneeling over his mother's body gave the young man a great
angle to begin to earnestly jack-rabbit his cock in and out
of her sloppy hot hole. She simply moaned softly for a few
moments before the lustful sounds she made became stronger
and louder. The young man felt his mothers hand and
between her own legs, and whenever she could reach him, to
fondle his pendulum-like balls.
David lifted her upper leg until it was pointed straight
up, her foot next to his ear. This gave him something to
hold onto while his hips began to speed up. The erotic
sloppy sounds as their bodies slapped together was always
exciting to the teenager, as was the way his mother
encouraged him with her body's movements. She often tried
to time her orgasms with his own, and this time it seemed
like they were both climbing towards the pinnacle of sexual
enjoyment mutually.
The bow of the sailboat was rocking slightly and perhaps
the muted noise of lustful enjoyment could be heard
outside. Mike saw the movement of his craft and imagined
the rest. It was only weeks ago, that he had walked in on
his wife and son to witness the sodomy David gave her even
while his mother verbally urged him on. It was paralysing
and a definite blow to the rich and powerful businessman.
He simply walked out of the house and returned to his
deserted office to think. When anger replaced his
astonishment and he wanted action instead of answers, he
returned to his house to find the bed still in a mess and
his family gone. It wasn't long until he also discovered
the Sarah Jane missing, a hypothesis was easy after that.
What he would do with them when he finally caught up with
them, he wasn't sure. Sometimes he thought of murder,
other times of exposing them for what they were doing and
let public scrutiny deal with them. In fact Mike hadn't a
clue what he was going to do. That is, until he came upon
his lovingly tended sloop anchored well out of normal
travelled zones.
It wasn't so hard to find them, after the helicopter pilot
radioed that he had discovered his wife upon the beach. A
few calls to associates that owed him favours and who had
the resources to help find his wife and their only child.
The satellite followed the Sarah Jane as his son was seen
piloting the craft through the rough seas. Before the
satellite had passed beyond sight, the craft was seen
heading towards an inlet with only a few possible
anchorages. The rest was easy.
The zodiac bumped gently against the stern of the Sarah
Jane and the seaman held it to the side while Mike expertly
climbed up over the side. He waved off the small single
engine craft and threw a small bag he had been carrying
into the cockpit. They had come only a mile, from another
craft Mike owned but had only used it for social occasions,
an executive sixty foot motor yacht. He had been living in
its spacious interior while coordinating the search through
satellite hook up and by cellular phone. Technology made
his job much easier than it would have been otherwise.
When the night was again quiet and dark, Mike realized it
had not just been his imagination when he heard the sounds
of lovemaking. As well, the Sarah Jane was definitely
rocking slightly. These long weeks of holding in his anger
boiled to the surface and the rage gave him strength.
Opening the cockpit hatch he slowly descended into the
large lounge. The familiar squeals of his wife was loud
within his sailboat, and the grunts of his son was also
recognizable. They were definitely in the bow of the ship.
Sarah violently shoved her cunt up to the root of her son's
cock to meet his own down thrust. The effect was loud and
sent small electric sexual energy currents through her
middle-aged body with each thrust. Sarah's passion became
vocalized and she realized she was breathing loud and fast
while squealing with each slap of skin. Her son kissed and
fondled her calf and ankle as his grunts became louder and
she felt his penis expand momentarily knowing his orgasm
was fast approaching. Her voice sounded distant to her as
she heard herself plead for his cum - knowing her own
orgasm would begin when she felt the super hot sperm flood
her womb.
Several things happened within the space of seconds; David
growled loudly and let fly, flooding the inside of his
mother with incestuous sperm. Sarah, as she had predicted,
suddenly squealing long and hard as her body suddenly
spasmed with the delight of the flooding her body endured,
her orgasm exploded within her body and mind in almost
perfect time with her loving son. Mike opened the door and
allowed the dim light of the lounge to spotlight the two
lovers, he scowled and ground his teeth watching the two
sweaty bodies convulse under mutual orgasm.
David noticed his father first, before the old man began to
clap his hands together. The teenager jumped back, out of
breath from his orgasm but with enough energy to throw
himself into the wedge of the prow. His mother lay at his
feet watching her son, without noticing the open door and
her husband above her head.
It was the look on David's face that startled her, that and
she realized there was a dim light that was enough to see
within the tiny cabin. She turned her face upside down and
gasped out when she saw her husband standing sneering at
her. Sarah still didn't hear a sound but saw his hands
clapping together. It was obvious he had been there long
enough to witness enough of her sinful lust.
Sarah turned quickly about and used one hand to move her
large sweater over her sweaty buttocks, effectively hiding
her nakedness. "Oh god, Mike!" Her stretched white cotton
panties were pulled almost all they way off her bottom and
were effectively ruined by her son's exertions.
David echoed his mother horror, "Dad!"
He clapped a few more times before stopping. "Well, I
finally found you." He was looking down at his wife. "And
basically doing the same thing from when I last saw you.
Had I known you were such a fiery slut I would have rented
you out so at least you would have been of some use." His
words were not spoken in jest but in anger, the bitterness
bite her with each word.
She hadn't moved, but started to speak, "Look Mike, I'll
give you whatever you want okay? I'll..."
He cut in, "You'll do nothing slut!" He was practically
shouting, and David could see his fathers hands trembling
in barely contained anger. He knew when not to interfere
and didn't say a word. "In fact, you will only do what I
ask or everyone will know that your fucking your own son."
Sarah bit her lip, this was the one thing that she feared
most, to be discovered by her friends and peers. She would
certainly become an outcast and she wondered if the law
could harm her. She was again under her husband's desire,
just like all the years of their marriage. But this was
worse.
Mike took several seconds to collect his anger, to use it
for the plan he hand formulated when he saw the satellite
pictures of the Sarah Jane aimed towards this very spot.
The thought of murder was replaced with new thoughts.
"David." His eyes finally focused on his only son. In
truth he barely blamed the boy, knowing the urges of a
young man can be all controlling. It was his slutty wife
that deserved most of the blame. "Get to the bow and wait
for your mother." Yet, he would never trust David again
either.
His voice didn't leave much room for argument, but the boy
found nerve enough to speak up. "Dad please!? It wasn't
moms fault..."
"Shut up David. Do as I say." The boy jumped to comply,
even forgetting his nakedness in fear of the man who raised
him. The boy practically ran through the lounge and into
the master bedroom.
Sarah wondered if her husband was going to hurt her, the
one thing she had not worried too much about. Physical
pain was easier to deal with than any mental pain he
distributed. "Take that sweater off Sarah." His voice was
surprisingly calm after the last few moments of quivering
anger. She sat up onto her ankles and pulled the huge wool
garment off her body. "You slut...", he paused to take a
deep breath calming the sudden rush of rage he felt.
"Sarah, your going to go back to the rear cabin and fuck
our young son one last time." She frowned in surprise.
"In fact, your going to do every nasty kinky thing that you
had ever done. Your going to get him to cum all over your
face and tits. Your going to scream when he fucks your
asshole again." He said, "again", with much venom,
remembering the last time he interrupted them. "Your going
to be the slut with him that you never were with me. Do
you understand bitch?"
She nodded no. Sarah understood what he wanted her to do,
but not why.
"Your going to go back there and fuck your lover, my son,
while I take pictures of the whole thing." She started to
vigorously nod 'no'. It of course was ignored. "I'm going
to get full colour pictures of the two of you as you fuck
for the last time. And it will be the last time slut, or
the pictures will be distributed to every possible person
you or I know. You will ruin your own life as well as
David's if the pictures get out." She felt the blood drain
from her face and the cold words of her husband scared her
more than his fists would have.
"I'm not going to live with a slut who fucks her own son,
so you will not contest the divorce, nor will you ever
knowingly see your son again. Do you understand Sarah?"
He was again cold, the consummate businessman.
She nodded then answered quietly, "Yes Mike."
The slap surprised her, he had never touched her in anger
nor did he give any indication that he was about too.
Sarah had expected him to beat her but after his speech,
she had no more reason to fear a physical beating.
"Never say my name again bitch. You will only call me
'sir' or so help me I'll crack you one again slut!" He was
waving his fist in her face while she contemplated on
baiting her husband to anger him enough to hurt her. The
abuse of being hit was preferable to being blackmailed into
giving up the only thing in her life that she truly loved
and desired.
"Get up there." He moved aside and motioned for her to go
aft. She started to move but his hand grabbed her upper
arm and he moved his mouth close to her ear. "When we get
back to Vancouver and before the divorce comes through your
mine Sarah. You will do everything you have with David for
me right slut?"
It was the last straw, the ultimate blow to her frail
emotional mind. Sarah nodded affirmative to his demand,
hearing the malicious pleasure of her husbands voice and
could only imagine the horrible things she would have to do
for him. She saw no way out of the trap she found herself
in.
Mike let go of his wife's arm and watched as she moved to
the rear of the craft. Her spirit broken, her shoulders
slumped and her body looked tiny before she entered the
rear cabin and was hidden from his sight. The man suddenly
felt better, his anger was gone and replaced with eagerness
to start his plan.
Retrieving and opening the bag he had brought on board with
him, he pulled out the expensive camera and several rolls
of film. Soon these same rolls would contain enough
evidence to put his wife again under his control and place
his son as far away from the both of them as possible.
Mike even laughed slightly when he thought of the sudden
addition to the plan, having his wife as his own slut until
the divorce finalized things. Seeing her kneeling naked
upon the bed, she had looked sexier than she had in years.
Fucking seemed to agree with her, he thought.
Mike opened the door to the master bedroom and turned on
the light. David was sitting on the bed holding his mother
while they silently watched him. The older man nodded to
his wife and she shivered violently before pulling away
from her son's grasp and moving her face down towards his
youthful cock.
It was hard to figure out if David was more surprised at
his mothers lips sucking his tired cock while with her
husband in the room or that his father held a camera up to
his face and captured the moment for all time on film.
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