The next morning, Mom and I are sitting around the breakfast table. When Mom begins talking, I have to tear my eyes away from her exposed tits to hear what she is saying to me.

"What do you think you will do for a career?" she asks. A little thought helps feed the question.

"I’m not sure," I told her. "Sometimes I think I would like to be an engineer or professional along those lines. Other times I think it would be fun to get into a job that would let me travel more, like a pilot or ... a photographer."

"A pilot or photographer?" she asked surprised.

"Yes, I could travel over the world. As a photographer I could see the world, literally," I smiled at her. "I just wish I knew if I had the aptitude for either of those."

"Well I don't know about being a pilot but you could play around taking pictures at home," she said.

"I love to model," I thought at her.

"What kind of photographer would you want to be? A wildlife photographer? A landscape photographer?"

"I love to model," I repeatedly thought at her. "I am a very sexy lingerie model."

"I like photographing people," I told her in as straight a face as I could.

She gave me a long look like the one she gave before dropping her skirt and deciding it was all right to parade around in her underwear for me. The deepest red blush I had ever seen came across her. "How about photographing me?" she asked.

YES!! "That would be fun," I answered as calmly as I could. "Maybe we could look at some magazines together and come up with some modeling sessions."

I thought of some particular poses I would love to see her in. "Whenever you think of doing this you will realize that this is a good idea. Modeling makes you feel sexy and desirable. It will be fun." I kept thinking at her.

"Are you sure that it would be all right for you?" I asked her.

"Yes," she blushed again.

"Well maybe today we could look through some magazines together and tomorrow we could try a photo shoot."

"That would be great," she tried acting casual about it. Suddenly she sat upright, "How would we get them developed? I am not comfortable having a strange man look at me."

"I have that digital camera I bought with the allowance my Father gave me," I assured her. "No one else will see the pictures." I told her. Well maybe a few close friends, I thought to myself. "I would still need a few other pieces of equipment."

"We could use your vacation money," she said before realizing what she had spoken.

I knew she had been confiscating money my real parents had budgeted in the will for vacations. One time Dad's lawyer called to see how we had enjoyed Hawaii. I think he was just checking up on her. It took me a minute to realize what was happening. At the time I was more afraid that the powers-that-be might find another person to take her place. As much as I hated her taking advantage of the situation, I was more afraid of who might take her place. A bird in hand is worth two in the bush. So I had gone along with it, always planning to confront her.

"I mean," she stammered, "your dad, well …"

I kept a blank expression acting like I didn't know a thing.

"Well, he had set aside money for me to take you on some vacations," she finally confessed to me. "I haven't spent any of it," she continued hurriedly. "I just … You have everything taken care of for you. I was afraid that after you'd have left us, we wouldn't have the means to take care of ourselves."

Damn. As much as I had waited for this moment, I now wished it away. It made sense in a way. It didn't make it right but it sure made it more palatable.

"It's OK," I found myself assuring her. "As long as I own this house, you will have a home." This came much easier to say since she had become … more of an emotional mother to me.

"Thank you," she answered sheepishly. "I am so sorry."

"But I can make it up to you," she grinned after a moment. "There is about fifteen thousand in an account to spend."

"We should be able to get some equipment for that price," I smiled reassuringly at her. What I intended to buy would be about two thousand dollars. "We will have to buy more outfits to model in plus the ones you have bought recently, so I think it would be appropriate to transfer a thousand into your account. And maybe we can still go on a vacation together later in the year," I continued.

I could see relief in her face, because I didn't blow up at her. Hell, who was I to judge her.

"So let's plan a shopping trip to the mall. You can go to the boutique and find some lingerie to model and I will hit the camera store."

So off we went to the mall. Mom's outfit, though conservative to her now, was pretty flashy. It was hard for men to walk by her without checking her out. I could tell she enjoyed the attention. I reinforce those thoughts while we were at the mall. "Whenever you see a guy check you out, it is like he is telling you, you are gorgeous and sexy. It will make you feel sexy and gorgeous. You will act as if you are not aware while being very aware."

I left her go to the camera shop. I couldn't help but watch her sway her ass as she walked away. Stopping off at the camera shop, I bought a light meter, some spots, and a tripod. I also purchased a video camera and a second still camera. Lastly I purchased three 'hidden' cameras with some of my savings because I did not want Mom to know about them. I snuck back to the car to hide the 'hidden' cameras in the trunk and went back to find Mom.

It had taken me about an hour to get all the stuff I needed but Mom was still busy looking at lingerie. "You need to push the borders of your comfort zone," I sent at her as she looked. I waited at the bench nearby.

Finally she came out with three large bags of undergarments. I met her as she came down the hall. I couldn't wait to get home.

"We will have to swing the car around to get the gear I bought at the camera store," I told her.

"My, you must have been a busy shopper," she grinned at me.

"Look who is talking," I teased back at the five bags she was toting. "Do you want a hand?"

"No, I've got’em," she blushed as she answered.

When we got back to the car, she headed over to the camera store to pick up my purchases. I made sure to pack them, lest she see the three boxes I already had in the trunk.

"More cameras?" she asked.

For a moment I thought she had seen the hidden camera boxes but I realized she was talking about the still and video camera I had put in the back seat.

"More angles" I quickly told her.

When we got home, I unloaded the camera gear into the living room while she brought her 'gear' upstairs to her room. While she was upstairs, I put the ‘hidden’ cameras in the basement.

"Why don't you get some of those magazines for us to look at," she told me when she came back down. "It will give us some ideas."

"You will desire to outdo the girls in the magazine," I pushed at her as I finished unloading. Running upstairs, I went directly to my porn magazines. I specifically left the Playboys and took down a few Penthouse magazines. I specifically looked for one I knew where several ladies were using dildo's to get off.

Going to the couch, Mom came over and sat next to me.

"Oh," she said sheepishly seeing the covers of several of the magazines. "What happened to the one we looked at last time?"

"Like you said," I explained, "they were more like a catalogue. Penthouse are considered more artistic," I smiled.

"Um," she hesitantly agreed. We spent the afternoon looking at the magazines I had brought down.

One of the first pictorials started with a woman acting as a horny secretary. Starting in a short skirt and ending up with only nylons and a garter belt left while finger fucking herself. The final picture had her sucking her finger clean. I could feel Mom tense up next to me.

"It is natural to masturbate," I pushed at her as she looked on. "It is natural for men to enjoy watching a woman masturbate. Looking at pictures of women masturbating will make it seem more natural to you. Looking at pictures of women masturbating will become increasingly sexy to you. As you pose for Kevin you will become more comfortable with this idea. Posing will turn you on. The more turned on you are, the more natural masturbating will become."

Several pictorials later featured two women getting each other off. Strangely this did not seem as hard for her to take. Of course the sunbathing had loosened her up to this idea.

Another pictorial was of a woman giving a blowjob before being screwed by him.

"These pictures turn you on," I sent thoughts to her. "The idea of a cock in your mouth is erotic. When you see pictures like this; you will erotically imagine the texture of the cock, the smell of the cock, and the taste of the cock. Any thought against sucking cock will be countered with thoughts of how desirable it is, how sexy it feels, and how tasty it is."

By the end of the magazine, though she did not seem to embrace the ideas, the ideas of masturbating or oral sex did not cause her to tense up.

The next magazine had a woman screwing herself with a dildo.

"That looks so sexy. Whenever you see or think of a dildo, you will think pleasure. It will turn you on." My head was hurting from forcing my thoughts but they seemed to be fruitful thoughts.

The last magazine had oral sex and lesbian sex with dildos. I could see her nipples straining at the holes on her bra. She knew I could see them, which only increased her arousal.

Several times she checked out my bulge.

Finally she got up to make supper. "I need to change," she grinned at me.

I needed relief, which brought me to the next stage in my plan. Finding a clean handkerchief from my bureau, I went to the bathroom and whacked off. At the same time I sent thoughts to Mom to come by the bathroom door.

When I heard her approaching, I pushed the thought, "What is that noise? Maybe Kevin is masturbating. Don't let him know you know. It is sexy to hear him get off. It turns you on to hear him get off. You fantasize about giving a man a blowjob when you hear him. God it must be so tasty."

Just thinking about her out there made me loose it quickly. I pumped as much as I could into that handkerchief before stopping. As I got up noisily, I could hear her scampering away.

I waited until I heard her door close down the hall before exiting. I went to my room and waited with my ear on the door.

"Curious," I sent out the thoughts. "Curious."

As she came back out, I could hear her hesitate at the bathroom door.

"That wonderful smell. Now you know what that wonderful delicious smell is," I thought at her. By now she associated that smell with something good and tasty.

I heard her heels as they clicked into the bathroom. I put my ear against the adjoining wall and tried to picture her walking in.

"It won't hurt to smell it," I pushed at her. "It won't hurt to pick it up and smell it. It smells so intoxicating. You need to pick it up to put in the laundry. Pick it up!"

A small scuffling sound made me think she had done just that. "It would be good to keep around just to enjoy the fragrance," I continued to push. "Enjoy the fragrance of the tasty substance, the addictive substance."

A little later she came out of the bathroom and headed downstairs. After I was sure she was gone, I crept out of my room and checked the bathroom. YES! She had taken it.

I was almost whistling when I came down. Going into the kitchen, I caught Mom shoving something into her apron that she had been sniffing. Turning around to face me with a guilty look on her face, she blushed again. I acted as if I didn't see anything. I didn't want to rush this and spoil it.

Anyway, I was quite distracted with the 'French Maids' outfit Mom was wearing. The top was scooped down so low that her nipples peeked over the edge. The skirt was so short that even when she was standing straight, you could see her black thong panties peeking through the white ruffled trim. Black stockings and five-inch heels completed the outfit.

"That is one hot outfit," I told her. "You look great in it."

She smiled at my compliment. "I was hoping you would like it. I have a second one I can wear another time," she grinned.

After supper, while she cleaned up, I sent thoughts of household chores for me to do. "We need to fix that fan in the bathroom, it hasn't been working right." I tried imagining the fan making a whining noise and place it as a memory in her. "Your alarm clock hasn't been working right, you should get a new one." Again I pictured her sleeping late because it did not ring. "Maybe Kevin can help?"

After a few minutes of this, she looked over at me.

"Kevin, you're good with electronics, I was wondering if you could help me?"

"Sure, what is it Mom?" I asked her.

"Well the bathroom fan has been whining a lot lately, could you look at it?" she asked.

"Sure."

"And my alarm hasn't been working right. I am not sure how much you know about alarm clocks but …" she let the question hang.

"As a matter of fact, we have one in a box in the basement. I'll go see if it is still there. It will at least be a temporary solution," I smiled at her.

Picturing it in my mind, I pushed thoughts of dependable and reliable at her.

"I am sure I will like it," she responded.

Perfect. Heading down to the basement, I unpacked the hidden cameras. One was a perfectly functional vent fan with the addition of a multi directional camera inside. The arrow keys on my keyboard would control where it was pointed. The second and third cameras were fully functional alarm clocks with cameras inside them. After unpacking them, I quickly destroyed the boxes lest someone come across them.

Going upstairs, I could see Mom cleaning up in the kitchen. She looked hot. I was certainly going to have to do a photo shoot in there.

I hooked up the new fan and alarm clocks quickly. They were wirelessly set up on my computer. I was amazed at the quality of the images.

I heard Mom coming upstairs, so I quickly exited the camera programs and snuck back to the bathroom. Just as she came around the corner, I turned on the new fan light.

"You fixed it," she beamed at me. Then looking again she asked, "Is that the same fan?"

"Actually, it is a new one that we had stored in the basement." I told her while pushing thoughts of 'no suspicion" at her.

"Oh," is all she said.

"See, this one turns on by a motion detector and shuts off three minutes after someone leaves," I explained. Backing out of the room, we waited three minutes for it to shut down. Then, motioning her in, we watched as the light and fan came on.

"Neat," she grinned at me.

"And we had two alarm clocks in the basement," I told her as I led her to her room. "I set yours up where your old alarm clock was and put the other one in Caitlin's room in case anyone sleeps over."

"That was thoughtful," she patted me on the back. Taking a closer look at it, she responded with, "It will be good to have a clock I can depend on."

Me too, I thought to myself.

"If we are done with chores, maybe we can do a quick photo shoot tonight?" I suggested.

"I guess so," she answered nervously.

"I thought we could do one like the brunette woman in the pink camisole," I suggested. This was a pretty tame photo shoot. Perfect to start out with.

"You love the idea of a photo shoot," I encouraged her with my mind. "It makes you feel sexy. It turns you on. Just the mention of it is a turn on."

"Sure," she said hesitantly. "Where should we do this?"

"Lets start with you coming home from work, getting a beverage and heading to the living room."

"OK," she replied, "I'll go get ready."

"I'll get the lighting set up," I answered back.

Half an hour later, I had a dozen lights and umbrellas set up, two tripods and the two still cameras. Mom had changed into a tight powder blue skirt suit. She looked like a hot businesswoman.

My first shot was of her coming in the door. I could see a little shiver go through her as the camera flash went off. As she came into the kitchen, I had her fling her suit coat onto a kitchen chair and go to the fridge to get a beer. Her white blouse was sheer enough to see the lavender lacey camisole underneath.

She wiggled her ass at me as she bent down much further than she needed to get a beer off the bottom shelf where I had put them. The basic scenario was of a woman coming home from work hot and bored. I had turned the air conditioner down and the camera lights were already making her hot.

From the moment I first started flashing the camera I had started pushing the thought of how sexy she felt in front of the camera.

When she turned around, I could already tell by her expression that she was starting to get into this. She unbuttoned a few buttons from her blouse till her tits began to push the camisole out. Taking the beer, she slid it between her breasts letting it cool her down.

The photo shoot went great. With each successive picture she loosened up and got more into it. By the time I had her on the couch and out of her blouse and camisole, she was getting very horny. She did not have to fake the lustful look in her eye.

"I need you to pinch your nipples a little," I told her trying my best to sound professional. "It's for the camera," I told her. She certainly didn't need to pinch those nipples as they peaked out above her shelf bra but it sure would be fun to watch.

She only hesitated a second before she gave a few tentative playful tugs on them and then a few more. I could tell it was with great effort she pulled her hands away.

Standing up and bending over, she unhooked her skirt and let it fall to the ground. The lavender thong she wore hid very little of her ass.

Turning around I saw that the front of her thong had a built in sheer panel, letting me and my camera get a good view of her swollen lips on her pussy.

"You remember that woman in the red lingerie?" I asked her.

"Mmm, I mean yes."

"I need you to trace the outline of your vagina," I told her. 'Disgusting word,' I pushed at her, 'Vagina. So cold. Pussy is much better.'

I could see her hesitating. 'Women are sexy when they play with themselves,' I pushed the reassuring thought. 'You see it as sexy when you see a woman free enough to play with herself.'

Again the hesitation, I should have waited but couldn't help but nudge her along.

'Don't be such a prude,' I pushed at her. 'It will make the picture look that much sexier.'

Reaching down her front, she slowly dragged her finger over her hot pussy.

"MMMmmm," she moaned.

"That's great," I encouraged her. "Now could you reach your other hand from around back and slide them over the outside lips of your vagina," I asked her as I again pushed the vagina/pussy thought at her.

An internal struggle raged for about two minutes, then she slowly let her left hand creep under her and reached around from back, to do as I asked.

"UMMMMMmmmm!" escaped out her lips.

Her pussy was soaking her panties as she slowly stroked her pussy. Her middle finger of her right hand pressed harder on her lips, sinking into the folds of her hot box.

Taking the second camera, not on a tripod, I approached for a close up of her pussy. As I snapped pictures, she got more into the act. Soon her hands had her hips bucking. Moans escaped her lips with greater frequency. Finally a small shudder ran through her body as she had a mini-orgasm. A peaceful look was on her face as she looked at me.

Then realizing what she had just done, she sat up.

"That's enough for today," she told me hoarsely.

"OK," I agreed. "We can work a few in tomorrow,” I added.

"Ah, yeah," she said as she exited, heading upstairs to her room.

I shut off the lights and headed up after her. I checked out the alarm camera in her room from my computer. She had shut off almost all the lights; I would have to work on that. Still I could see her shadowy outline and from the groans I heard coming from her, I realized she was finishing what she had started downstairs. Note to self; hook up earphones before checking cameras.

I downloaded the pictures I had taken with the cameras, onto my computer. Some of them were really hot. I printed one of Mom as she was on the verge of the mini-orgasm she had had.

The next morning, I got up when I heard Mom get out of the shower in the master bedroom. I placed a few pictures of Mom on the floor and sat on the edge of the bathtub. Angling myself, I made it so anyone looking in could easily see what I was doing while my back was partially to the door.

I started masturbating thinking of Mom posing for me. Again I pushed thoughts of curiosity towards Mom. Soon I could hear light footsteps in the hall.

'Just peek in,' I thought to her. 'He has seen you masturbate, what is the big deal.' Again I pushed thoughts of how erotic it was to be able to hear me masturbate. 'Just take a peek.'

A slight breeze from the door and I was pretty sure she had peeked in.

'Lovely cock, tasty cock, tasty sperm.' I kept thinking at her.

I held on as long as I could before depositing my spunk into yesterday's underwear.

I heard a slight gasp from the door but ignored it. I sat there a few minutes to give her time to get away. Then I deposited the underwear in the same place I had deposited the handkerchief the day before. Gathering up mom's pictures, I placed them under the sink, face up.

Washing up, I headed to my room.

Turning on my computer, I waited. I didn't even have to prompt Mom this time. A few minutes after I had left, Mom snuck into my bathroom. The fan camera gave a great view of the room. Only directly under it was hidden from view.

Rotating the camera to keep it focused on her, I saw her approach the underwear I had left behind. She only hesitated a moment before picking up my underwear for a sniff. I could tell the fragrance was intoxicating to her.

'Tasty. Tasty.' I kept my thought barrage up.

Walking over to the door, she closed it softly. Then bringing my underwear up for another sniff, her tongue shoots out for a sampling. Looking around guiltily, she unfolds the underwear. I watch as she licks my cum off my underwear. In one lick, she gets the largest amount off. Still not satisfied, she sticks the damp spot in her mouth and sucks it heartily.

As she is doing this, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. A look of horror comes over her face as she stares at the underwear on the floor. Still her tongue sneaks out to lick her lips clean of any remaining drops of cum left behind.

'Addictive.' I pushed at her as she looked at the underwear.

'Under the sink,' I pushed at her as she starts to leave. 'The pictures he jacked off to. Curious.'

I watch her slowly turn around. I had left the cabinet doors slightly ajar. Bending down, she opens them. Pulling out the pictures of herself, she sits on the tub edge and looks closely at them.

'You are sexy. You love posing. It is hot to look at pictures of sexy women. It is hot to look at pictures of yourself.'

The look of concern slowly fades from her face.

'It is sexy that Kevin thinks you are sexy.'

A smile slowly crept across her face.

That week was one of my favorites of the summer. Mom got more and more into posing for me. By the end of the second day, she had put on all leather lingerie with fuck-me boots to match. When I tried to tell her to massage her vagina, she grimaced at me and told me to call it a pussy.

Then toward the end of the shoot, she showed me how the panties had a front that snapped off. This time as she ran her fingers over her bare pussy, she even allowed one to penetrate. Fuck, it was hard to sit there and watch as her finger slid in and out of her pussy.

After showing her more pictures of women and dildos that night, Mom started warming up to the idea of using one. I made sure she had pleasant dreams about them that night. Since she now sleeps with a night-light I can better monitor the excitement level of her dreams. The next morning she went out and bought three different styles including one with a built in vibrator. It was exciting watching her kiss up a dildo and then fucks herself with it.

Meanwhile, twice a day I jacked off in the bathroom. Twice a day, Mom sneaked in and sucked my underwear clean. After a few days of this, I switched to using her used panties from a previous photo shoot. At first she balked at this, but not for long. I made sure she appreciated the mixed flavor of our cum together. More and more, I could catch her looking at my crotch as we shot photos.

At the same time, I enjoyed having a camera. I had convinced her she liked sleeping with a night light. With a low light camera; I got some fairly clear pictures.

Every night, I strengthened the idea that she enjoyed masturbating while thinking of the photo shoots. It was a great show to watch her get off in her bed. It was such fun that I added a second camera. It took me several days, but I finally had her convinced that she loved looking at herself in the bed as she got off. "Women look so sexy masturbating." She had gone out and bought a mirror. Embarrassing as it was for her, she finally asked me to install it in her room.

Of course the mirror I installed was a one-way mirror. Behind it I installed a fully remotely adjustable camera with a good zoom lens. The clarity was amazing. I kept the nighttime temperature at such a level that she loved to sleep without sheets or blankets and very little else.

Each day I got more daring with my photos. One day I took her out to the woods for a jungle woman shoot. Because of the type of woods behind our house, it was more like a Lady Robin Hood shoot. Earlier I had gone out and set up a few things. One was a two-and-a-half inch diameter branch that I had sawed off to twelve inches long. Sanding it down, it made a great dildo, though somewhat knobby. I had picked a birch tree because of the smooth bark on the trunk. I saw mom give me a few strange looks when she first set eyes on it. I had to 'convince' her that it was no different than using a dildo. By the end of the shoot, she was fucking that birch tree silly. I got a few video moments of her pussy spasming around the tree branch.

Then I brought out my fake snakes. Tying her to a tree, I slowly inched an eight-foot rubber snake down the tree shooting a picture for every inch I moved it. Then I had the fake snake climb up her leg and enter her pussy. This is where the several snakes came in. I would work the snake one foot up inside her, then remove it and cut off a foot of it. Saving the part I cut off, I would work another foot up inside her. After about three and a half feet, I had Mom swallow most of the first snake, having the head pop out. Reversing the process I used on her pussy and continuing having the snake enter her pussy, I made it appear that the snake was working its way through her. Of course I made her look like she enjoyed it. I think after the first two feet Mom actually did enjoy it more and more, with my help.

This was one of those goof off pictures, like the woman painted as a cow. Somehow it was hot to watch. This was also the first time I was able to touch her pussy. It was so hot and soft to the touch. I spent a lot of time adjusting that snake. At first Mom was uncomfortable with me touching her but she got more than comfortable by the end of the shoot.

From then on she allowed me to touch her to position her hands for a picture moment.

Then there was the Maid in the kitchen shoot. By then she was used to dildos but it took me the better part of the shoot to get her comfortable with using other objects as dildos. Like warming up the neck of a beer bottle by fucking it. Of course the foam squirting out her pussy was fun to watch. You can imagine what other dildo's I found to use.

Then there was the Ferrari 328 we rented. First I had mom wash it in a wet t-shirt shoot. Then I had her pose as a mechanic. She had an all white outfit on that showed every handgrip on it. Then setting the car on jacks, I had her change the oil. Of course I had her spill it all over her front. I had changed it earlier so the oil was clean. Still, all in all, it was a fun shoot even after she took off her shirt.

I thought I had pushed too far on my last idea: I suggested her fucking the gearshift. She declined the idea at first. But after lunch and some heavy thought being pushed at her, she agreed to try it. It took her a little to stretch out big enough to take the knob on the gear stick. I watched it slide in a good nine inches before reaching in and turning on the key. That baby hummed and so did Mom.

Then one night after looking at several magazines that had a lot of oral sex in them, Mom mumbled, "Don't these pictures look hot?"

They sure did, some lady was sucking off one guy while jacking off a second guy. Soon she had them both pumping their load into her mouth.

I looked over at Mom but she was avoiding my eyes.

"Umm," I muttered. "Would you be OK with that?"

She didn't say anything.

"I mean it would be only one guy," I continued. "It would be for a photo shoot."

After a few moments of her not turning down the idea I suggested, "I could set up a camera on a tripod and use a remote. I could hold a second camera for close ups." Was this her breaking point I wondered?

She didn't seem upset with my suggestions.

I got up and moved a camera and light around and taking a second camera in my hand I showed her how it could be done.

She came over still not looking at me. "Let's see if this could work," she whispers.

Kneeling down, she unzips my pants and pulls them partway down. I snap a picture just to show her it would work. This also helps relax her as she pulls my boxers down. I am at full attention as she looks on with fascination.

Gently she cuddles it in her hand. Then starting at the base she starts kissing it upwards. I continue snapping pictures lest she remember what she is doing.

"Play with yourself," I whisper to her. She is quick to comply as one-hand snakes down to her pussy. This only increases her hunger.

Reaching the top, she sucks in into her mouth. How I do not explode is beyond me. Soon she swallows my cock down her throat as her head bobs on my cock. Shit it feels so good. Just then I feel her tongue flicker against my balls as she has managed to completely swallow me. How many licks does it take to take to...? SHITTTTT!!!

She is only moments behind me as I squirt my load down her throat. She withdraws slightly to get more of the load in her mouth where she can taste it before swallowing it.

After a few moments she looks up into my face somberly. Then a grin breaks out as she tells me, "I guess it will work."

Still, that night we sleep in separate beds. I plan to push it further tomorrow. Sweet dreams fill my head.