The Amulet: A Blessing or A curse

Unfazed, she said, “Answer me this. Before we found this, did you ever have any thoughts of fucking me?”

“No,” I replied truthfully.

“And I’ve never had any thoughts about fucking you either. But since we found it, that seems to be all we think about. How do you explain that?”

I couldn’t. But I gave it a try anyway.

“I think what happened is we got drunk and somehow ended up fucking. I also think we both enjoyed it so much we don’t want to stop. How’s that for an explanation?”

There was fire in her eyes as she barked, “Mark my words Leroy, there’s forces at play here that we can’t even phantom! This thing could turn out to be a blessing.”

“Or maybe that thing is cursed. That’s why it was abandoned out in the middle of nowhere,” I jokingly remarked

Bree stared at me wide-eyed. I could see the wheels in her head turning as she pondered what I’d said. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d opened another can of worms? Was she really thinking the amulet was cursed now? I had to nip that in the butt.

“Seriously, Bree?” The tone of my voice implied that I thought she was being an idiot.

Her face turned red as she abruptly stood up. Pointing a finger at me she growled, “You’ll see,” before stomping out of the kitchen.

“Can I have some of whatever you’ve been smoking?” I shot back sarcastically.

I was rinsing off my plate when I heard the front door slam shut, followed by the sound of Bree’s car.

All day long I kicked myself for pissing her off. When night came I kicked myself a little harder. For hours I mopped around the empty house unable to find anything that would take my mind off of Bree. The only thing that saved me from being completely miserable were the pictures on my phone. After a good wank I slept, but not peacefully. I was plagued by dreams telling my subconscious mind that something wasn’t right. I knew what it was, because it was something that has been bothering me since we first found the amulet. I couldn’t explain it, but my cock was actually getting bigger. I’d measured it earlier and found that I was now almost a full seven inches long when hard, which was almost always lately.

Quitting time could not have arrived soon enough. Not only did I drive the big Tonka truck, but I’d also had to do several hours of manual labor during my shift, something I wasn’t used to doing. Bone tired I climbed into my jeep and just sat there, thankful that today was hump day. Two more days before the weekend. That thought brought me back to the realization that Mom and Dad would also be home in two more days.

I knew I didn’t want to cook tonight, and I wasn’t sure whether Bree would be home or not, so I decided to pick up a pizza. Out of curiosity I texted Bree and asked if pizza was okay for dinner. I was pleased when she texted me back and said that sounded good. It let me know two things. First, she would be home, and secondly, if she were still mad at me she wouldn’t have answered my text in the first place. That’s just how she was.

It was a little after six by the time I left Phil’s Pizza Emporium, AKA the only pizza joint in town. Another ten minutes and I pulled into our driveway intending to park in the back, only to be blocked by Bree’s beetle. Parking behind her car I climbed out and headed for the back door. I could see a bucket of soapy water and the garden hose next to the car. Apparently she was planning on washing it, a complete waste of time around here in my opinion. I knew from past experience that it would be caked with a layer of dust in a matter of minutes once she finished. Shrugging my shoulders, I stepped into the kitchen and placed the pizza on the table, I didn’t see Bree anywhere. After snagging a cold Pepsi from the fridge I sat down and grabbed a piece of pie and began to eat.

Halfway through my second piece Brianna came strutting in, a coy smile on her face. She grabbed a piece for herself and stood near the table to eat it, all the time shooting sideways glances my way. I think she was waiting for me to say something about what she was wearing. She had on flip-flops, a very skimpy red bikini bottom, and a white t-shirt, of which I was sure was one of mine. The shirt barely reached her crotch.

“Gonna wash the car?” I asked, unnecessarily, while letting my eyes roam up and down her body.

Between bites she replied, “Yeah. Want to help?”

I’ve seen her wash that car before and knew that by the time she was finished her shirt would be completely soaked, and probably quite transparent, so as nonchalantly as possible I replied, “Why not.”

“Good,” she said, then turned and headed for the door, giving me a delightful view of her round, firm ass cheeks.

Mmmm, a string bikini, I mused as I headed upstairs to change. Wearing just a worn-out pair of gym shorts and my own flip-flops I stepped out the back door where I was greeted with another delicious sight. Bree was washing the roof of the car while standing on her tiptoes, causing the muscles in her long legs to be taut and her butt muscles to clinch. Instantly I felt my cock lurch in my shorts. It lurched even harder when she backed away and turned toward me. The front of her shirt was soaked, and very see-thru. The twin brown circles of her tits contrasted starkly against the white fabric. I’m not sure, but I think I groaned aloud.

Fixing me with a huge grin, she said, “You can rinse if you want to.”

While I hosed off the roof and tail-end of the car, Bree started washing the front hood and windshield. I went and stood behind her, watching with rapt attention as she leaned over the hood, her chest rubbing against the metal, while her ass protruded outward in my direction. It didn’t take long before my cock was straining against my shorts, and I told her so.

“If you keep standing like that, I might have to sneak over there and shove my cock into you.”

Without changing position other than to twist her head around to look at me, she said, “You wouldn’t dare. Not out here anyway.”

The look in her eyes gave me the feeling that that’s exactly what she was hoping I’d do. Making a show of looking around, as if checking to see if anyone was watching, I slowly peeled my shorts off and kicked them to the side.

“Wouldn’t I?” I told her.

She let her eyes latch onto my erect cock and said, “I dare you,” before turning back to the car and resting her entire upper body on the hood, while pushing her ass further out toward me.

That’s all it took. With the hose still in one hand I rushed forward and grabbed one of her ass cheeks with the other, soaking us both before having the sense to flip the hose away. She shrieked as I yanked her bottoms down, then shrieked even louder as I guided the head of my cock to her slippery slit and jammed it deeply into her clinching cunt with one mighty thrust.

“Yeeeaaaaahhhhh!!!” she hollered as she pushed herself back against my invading meat.

In a frenzy of lust, I pounded into her, marveling at how her buns rippled from the force of my attack. Faster and faster I drove my cock into her pussy, the sound of my pelvis bouncing off her wet ass echoing off into the void.

“Harder fucker!” she cried, her knuckles turning white as she clung to the car’s windshield wipers.

My fingertips dug into the flesh of her hips as I ramped up my efforts. Sweat poured off me as I plunged over and over into the smoldering heat of her tight cunt. I lost track of time. Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes, I just wasn’t sure. All I was sure about was I was getting close to blowing a load into my sister. Just as I felt the first tremors in my balls Brianna reached her peak.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she screamed, her body shaking uncontrollable underneath me.

Her orgasm triggered mine.

“Breeeeeee!” I hollered, as wad after wad of cum shot out of my cock, filling Bree’s quivering pussy to overflowing.

Exhausted, I slumped down upon her back, my slowly deflating cock still lodged in her sopping cunt. Sliding my hands off her hips, I reached up under her shirt and held onto her breasts, the nipples hard as little pebbles.

“Damn Leroy, you’re getting good at this fucking thing,” she huffed, neither of us trying to extract ourselves from this position.

“It’s easy with someone as hot as you sis,” I murmured against her back.

I would have loved to stay in this position forever, but once my cock slipped out, I knew it was over. Standing on wobbly legs I backed up enough for her to stand too.

She slowly turned, the glow of the amulet and her breasts visible through her soaked shirt, then exclaimed, “Wow! I didn’t think you’d really do it, not out here anyway.”

I hadn’t given much thought to us being out in the open when this started. But now that our lust had run its course, I took some time to glance around. The road out front wasn’t a main drag, few cars passed by at any given time, and the closest neighbor that had any chance to witness our incestuous fucking was well over three football fields away. From that distance, and with Bree’s car blocking most of what we’d been doing, I felt quite confident that no one had seen.

“The risk was worth it,” I informed her, as my eyes drank in her partially clad body.

Just as I felt a stirring in my groin she walked over and picked up the still running hose. After rinsing the mud off her feet, she brought the tip of the hose down to her crotch and rinsed off the blobs of semen running down her thighs. Once she’d finished, she held out the hose and asked if I’d be a dear and rinse her car off. Reaching out I took the hose and watched as she picked up her bottoms and casually walked to the house, her feet once more coated with dust. I stood there staring at the back door for some time before I turned and rinsed the soap suds off her bug, as well as the mud sticking to my own feet. When I finished I headed inside, making a mental note to mop the floor, then went to my room to change. Even though it was way too early the lure of my bed called out to me. I figured I could take a quick catnap then go down and spend a little time with Bree. That didn’t happen. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was in dreamland.

Thursday morning arrived way before I wanted it to. Slowly opening my eyes, I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and realized it was almost time for me to get up. With a huge yawn I stretched once, then climbed out of bed and began to go through my morning routine. I was actually surprised that I’d slept as long as I had, considering how early I’d gone to bed. I was even more surprised to smell fresh coffee when I emerged from my room fully dressed for the day. I hadn’t expected Bree to be up yet. With a smile on my face, I made my way downstairs.

When I reached the kitchen I stopped, the smile on my face growing larger. Bree stood in front of the stove obviously cooking something. She was wearing the same white shirt, the sleeves rolled up, with her hair wrapped up in a towel. She must’ve just gotten out of the shower I surmised as I quietly stepped up behind her. I slid my hands around under her arms and latched onto her tits while I nuzzled her neck and whispered, “Good morning.”

It took maybe ten seconds or so of my fingers squishing her supple breast before my brain registered that something wasn’t quite right. The breasts in my hands felt different, fuller, more pliable somehow. Softer maybe?

My heart almost stopped when I heard a very familiar voice softly say, “And good morning to you too.”

Yanking my hands away from those soft, full breasts, I staggered back a couple of steps, sure that I was about to die.

“M-Mom…when…how…” I stuttered; positive my eyes were as big as saucers. I knew for a fact my mouth was hanging open.

When she turned and faced me she had an odd look on her face.

“You look surprised to see me. Didn’t your sister tell you we would be home last night?” she asked.

Regaining some composure, I replied, “No, no she didn’t.”

“That’s odd. I told her we’d be home by last night, or this morning at the latest,” she half whispered to herself.

“When was that, Mom?” I asked as my eyes slowly lowered from her face to her chest.

What I saw had my pulse racing. Her shirt had the top three buttons undone, allowing an ample amount of cleavage to be on display. It also allowed me to see Brianna’s amulet laying snug against the top swell of mom’s breast. The red center gleamed brightly. But what really captured my attention were the two dark circles just visible through the shirt’s thin fabric. I could feel my dick begin to swell. Even when mom said she had told Bree on Monday about coming home my eyes remained locked on those dark quarter-sized circles.

“Oh, you like the necklace your sister gave me?” mom asked, oblivious to where I was actually looking.

“Yeah,” I muttered softly, my eyes still on her chest.

As if my hand had a mind of its own, I reached up and gently slid my fingers underneath the amulet. I felt something course through me, centered in my groin, as the backs of my fingers rested against the soft, smooth flesh of my mother’s upper chest. Mom let out a soft gasp and her nipples swiftly began to harden, their twin peaks protruding out toward me. I don’t know how long we stood like that, it felt like minutes, but I’m sure it was only a few seconds before mom gave a slight shudder and turned back to the stove.

“Why don’t you sit, and I’ll bring you some coffee,” I heard her say.

It wasn’t until I was seated at the table that I noticed a plate stacked high with pancakes, and another filled with bacon. How had I missed that I wondered? I’m sure that if I had noticed a pile of food on the table, then I would have known that the person I had molested wasn’t Brianna. She wouldn’t have made so much for just the two of us. As I pondered this mom walked toward me with a cup of coffee, her tits swaying gently with each step, the nipples still pushing the front of her shirt out. When she placed the cup in front of me I got an eyeful of creamy cleavage, and a full-blown hard-on. Before heading away, she asked if I wanted eggs, but I declined. My cock grew painfully hard as I watched her walk away, her ass swishing back and forth with a hypnotic rhythm. Shaking my head to clear away some of the fog, I placed some pancakes and bacon on an empty plate. Just when I finished putting butter and syrup on Bree walked in and stood next to mom at the counter. They exchanged good mornings while I took a double take. Bree’s hair was wrapped in a towel just like mom’s, and she was wearing the same kind of button-down shirt, only hers was a light blue. It was easily apparent how I could have mistaken them; they were virtually identical from behind.

I was chewing on some bacon, my eyes drifting back and forth between my plate and mom and Bree’s ass, when dad walked in. He slapped me gently on the back and said good morning, then casually walked over and stood between my mother and sister. I barely had time to notice that he was only wearing boxers and a wife beater before his hands reached out and cupped one of mom’s ass cheeks and one of Bree’s.

“How are my girls?” he jovially asked, each one of his hands gently squeezing a cheek.

This brought a sigh from mom and a giggle from Bree. As for myself, I just sat there staring in disbelief, my jaw hanging down as dad continued to paw their butts for a bit before he broke away and poured a cup of coffee.

By the time he reached the table and sat down I managed to tear my eyes from Bree and mom. Soon they sat down too and started fixing their own plates. For the longest time the only sounds drifting in the air was the clinking of silverware on plates, and an occasional belch.

Mom finally broke the silence by saying, “I can’t believe you forgot to tell Lee we’d be home early.”

“It just slipped my mind,” Bree replied, shooting me a coy look.

I wanted to give her a dirty look, but my eyes kept glancing in mom’s direction. I couldn’t seem to stop looking as her every movement caused her breasts to jiggle delightfully inside her shirt. When I finally gazed toward Bree I noticed she was watching me with an intensity that meant she had something on her mind. I gave her a brief smile then went back to eating breakfast, keeping my eyes focused on my plate until I was done.

As I stood my fork slid off my plate and fell to the floor with a loud clatter. Sitting my plate down, I knelt down to pick it up only to be stunned by what I saw. Mom was sitting at the other end of the table with her thighs parted widely, her hairy slit visible to my eyes. As I watched, her hand came down and covered her pussy, the middle finger slipping between her folds and into her. When I stood I glanced over at her only to find her chatting away without a care in the world, as if frigging herself at the table was a natural thing to do. On wobbly legs I made my way to the sink and rinsed off my plate.

“See you guys later,” I said without turning.

Just before I climbed into my Jeep I heard Bree call out to me.

“Lee, wait.”

Turning I watched her approach, her breasts provocatively bouncing with each step she took. Once she reached me she grabbed my forearm and stared softly into my eyes before speaking.

“Listen, I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you Mom and Dad were gonna be here. I guess it just slipped my mind.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied then climbed into the driver’s seat.

Just as I inserted the key into the ignition she stepped closer and rested her hand on my crotch.

“I do feel bad about it,” she said, her hand squeezing my cock through my jeans. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”

Glancing down at her I asked, “What do you have in mind?”

An evil looking smile spread across her lips as she replied, “Well…how about I sneak into your room after everyone has gone to bed and give you a blowjob?”

“I guess I’d forgive you then,” I laughed.

“It’s a deal, just make sure to leave your door open a little,” she said while removing her hand from my bulge.

“So, tell me something Bree.”

“What?”

“What’s the deal with Dad grabbing your ass this morning?”

She fixed me with a questioning look and asked, “You haven’t figured it out yet?”

“Figured what out?” I asked, puzzled.

“It’s the amulet, Lee.”

“You’re still on that, Bree? Jesus, you can’t really believe that thing has some mystical powers.”

“I can, and I do,” she replied with conviction.

“Okay, just for the sake of argument, say I believe it has some power to make people commit incest. Why is it so important to you?”

“Do you like what we’ve been doing this week?” she threw back at me.

“You mean us having sex?”

“Yeah, duh.” The look she shot me was one I’ve seen my whole life. It was the same one she’d given every time she thought I was being a moron.

“What does that have to do with Mom and Dad?” I was still puzzled.

There was that look again. “If we’re going to continue fucking then we need to get them involved, otherwise we’ll have to sneak behind their backs. How long do you think we could get away with it before they caught on?”

Her answer made a lot of sense.

“So, you’re saying we have to have sex with them so we can continue to have sex? Would you really have sex with Dad?” It was intriguing to know just how far she was willing to go.

“Why not. I fucked you, and he’s just an older version of you. Besides, you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about poking Mom. All boys dream about fucking their mothers.”

In all honestly, I’ve never thought about fucking Mom. At least not until this morning. I could feel my cock start to swell with the thought of slipping my meat into mom’s furry beaver.

Laughing, Bree said, “I’m right! You’d do Mom in a heartbeat!”

“Welllll…” I whispered.

“I knew it, you guys are all the same,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah,” I countered, before adding, “If you’re so sure this amulet works, why don’t you tell me how it does.”

“Okay but let me ask you something first. Did you touch the amulet while Mom was wearing it?”

“Yeah, this morning,” I answered. I went on to tell her about fondling mom’s tits and about what I saw under the table.

“That’s how it works,” came her reply.

Shaking my head, I told her I wasn’t following her train of thought.

“I’ve been giving this a lot of thought. It’s actually quite simple. Remember when we first found it. You touched it after I had it on, and shortly after that I started having uncontrollable urges to fuck you. Last night, before I took it off and gave it to Mom, Dad touched it. Now that you’ve touched it while Mom was wearing it she’s got the hots for you. At least that’s my theory anyway.” She had a satisfied look on her face by the time she finished.

“Wow. That’s your theory?” I said as I started up the jeep.

“Just think what a blessing it would be if they were okay with us fucking. We wouldn’t have to hide it. Hell, we could probably do it right in front of them,” she said dreamily, her eyes staring off into space.

“I worry about you Bree,” I told her as I applied some gas.

She had to shout over the rumble of the jeep, but I acted like I hadn’t heard. She repeated herself a couple of times before giving up and storming back to the house.

As I maneuvered around the motorhome in the driveway I couldn’t help but wonder if she was right. Her last words to me had been, “You’ll see.”

Work moved along at a snail’s pace as thoughts of what Bree had said danced endlessly through my mind. Could Bree be right? After-all, Mom hadn’t said anything about me groping her tits. That in itself didn’t mean she’d fuck me though, it just meant she didn’t want to get me in trouble with dad. More than likely, she’d wait until she got me alone, then rip me a new asshole for doing it. Yea, something to look forward to I told myself as I turned toward town and hit the gas.

Just after five-twenty I pulled into our driveway and parked near the motorhome. As I walked by it to get to the front door I heard the springs squeaking and noticed it rocking slightly. Someone was inside. A smile played on my lips when I heard several moans drift through the thin walls. It sounded like mom. I stopped and listened some more. My smile grew as more squeals of pleasure and several grunts filled the air.

Shaking my head, I started walking toward the house. When I was on the porch I glanced back and said, “You go Dad.”

Once inside I went straight to the fridge and helped myself to a cold one of dad’s beers. I didn’t think he’d mind. Idle curiosity drew me to the kitchen window with its view of the front yard. I watched the motorhome rock and sipped the beer, all the while images of mom getting fucked by dad drifting in and out of my brain. It didn’t take long before I was sporting a rather fine chubby. I was halfway through with my beer when I saw the side door of the motorhome open and out stepped dad. All he was wearing were his boxers. That didn’t surprise me any. What did surprise me however was when mom stepped out, followed shortly by Bree. Both Bree and mom’s hair looked slightly disheveled in appearance, and both were in the process of buttoning their shirts as they approached the front door. A spark of jealousy flared up and my chubby took a nosedive as I put one and one together. The only conclusion I could come up with was my sister and parents had just had a three-way. I stood there, dumbfounded, as I listened to the front door open, followed by the sounds of footsteps going up the stairs. I turned and leaned against the counter, the beer in my hand all but forgotten.

A few seconds later dad walked into the kitchen, sweat pouring off his body. He saw me standing there, hesitated a little, then smiled and nodded toward the beer in my hand.

“That looks like a plan,” he said, heading to the fridge to snag one for himself.

I heard him pop the top and waited long enough for him to swallow a swig or two before speaking.

“Where’s Mom and Bree?” I asked.

“They’re in the shower, where I’m headed as soon as they are done. Got hot in that RV.”

“What were you guys doing in there?” I nonchalantly asked, already knowing the answer.

“They helped me clean it so I can take it back,” came his reply.

His answer threw a monkey wrench into my hypothesis. If they had been in there moving around and cleaning that would explain why the thing had been rocking on its springs. It wouldn’t explain the grunts and groans I’d heard, but then again, I could’ve just imagined those since my brain had been full of nothing but sex all day long. An awkward silence filled the air until dad started asking about work. I told him everything was the same and then asked why him and mom had cut their vacation short. He didn’t get the chance to answer before mom stepped through the door and answered for him.

“So we could spend a few days with you and your sister before we have to return to work silly,” she chimed in.

As she sauntered over to where I stood, I couldn’t tear my eyes off her. She had on a knee-length, yellowish sundress with a rather plunging neckline. The tops of her breasts jiggle provocatively with each step she took, the amulet around her neck riding the waves of her tit-flesh like a surfer. My chubby started to return. Out of the corner of my eye I could see dad was having the same reaction as I was to mom’s attire.

“Wow honey, you look great. That dress suits you,” he remarked, his eyes glued to her too.

“Why thank you kind sir,” she replied before turning to me and asking, “What about you Lee. Do you think this dress suits me too?”

I was tongue-tied. I tried to form words but all that came out was some sort of gibberish.

Mom chuckled and said, “Well, I’ll take that as a yes.”

Dad’s smile grew when mom opened the fridge and bent over to get a beer from the bottom shelf. Glancing over I saw why he was smiling. Mom’s dress had molded itself to her ass, giving both of us a nice shot of her rounded butt through the fabric. My chubby threatened to become a full-on erection as I stared.

It felt like an eternity, but in reality was only a short while, before dad stood and announced he was going to take a shower. Once he left mom went over and sat at the table. She had chosen a chair that was directly in my line of sight. I think a small moan escaped my lips when she fluffed up the front of her dress and crossed one long leg over the other. There was no question as to whether she was wearing panties or not. It was just a flash, but I could’ve sworn I had seen her clit peeking from beneath the hair on her pussy.

“So, what have you and your sister been up to while we were gone?” Mom’s question snapped me out of my daze.

“Uh…not much,” I managed to reply while hastily turning back to stare out the window so she wouldn’t see the huge bulge in my jeans. If I’d been thinking rationally, I would have realized that it was probably too late to hide it. But I wasn’t thinking rationally. Not even close. Visions of mom’s bush kept dancing through my head, causing my cock to become painfully hard. Thankfully I was spared any further embarrassment by the arrival of Bree.

“What’s up guys,” she chirped, heading straight for the fridge to get herself a beer too.

As I turned to glance at her I knew my erection wasn’t going to go down anytime soon. She was wearing the same crop top she had on the other day, along with the plaid skirt she’d worn on our little trip into the desert. As she bent down I had the perfect angle to see her tits hanging down under her top and the bottom swell of her ass cheeks peeking out from under the hem of her skirt. An involuntary groan escaped my lips as I jerked my eyes away from the enticing sight. Unfortunately, mom had heard my groan.

“Something wrong honey?” she asked in a motherly voice.

“No,” I replied, unable to control the quiver in my voice.

“Are you sure sweetie?” she asked again.

“He’s fine Mom, he just likes my outfit,” Bree chuckled.

Mom laughed before saying, “There’s not much there to like. It looks like you got carried away with the scissors honey, I can see part of your boobs.”

“Well, you shouldn’t talk. That dress is cut low enough it’s a wonder your tits haven’t bounced right out,” Bree retorted.

Both mom and I glanced at her chest. What Bree had said was true. Mom’s dress had slender straps coming over her shoulders to hold it up, and the front was cut square, almost low enough to see the beginnings of her areolas. One good bounce would probably send her globes up and over the top. I knew that if they continued to talk about each other’s tits, then my dick was going to stay in a state of arousal, which was already becoming uncomfortable.

“If you two are going to keep talking about your boobs, then I’m outta here,” I said, and then made a hasty retreat before they could say any more.

I could hear their laughter all the way to my room. Once behind closed doors I undressed and came face to face with a sight that startled me. Looking at my engorged cock my eyes registered what my brain refused to. I was definitely bigger than I was this morning. Hastily, before my boner waned, I reached into my nightstand and grabbed the ruler I’d used earlier. Placing one end against my pubes and laying the ruler along my shaft I read off the measurement. “Damn!” I uttered in total disbelief. My cock was now seven and a half inches long, and a bit thicker than before. I tried to rationalize my sudden growth spurt but could only think of one thing: the amulet. Maybe I had been right, maybe that thing was cursed. No sooner had I thought that when another idea formed in my head. Instead of it being cursed, maybe it was blessed. Blessed with the power to make my cock a pussy pleaser. That thought brought a smile to my face as I threw the ruler on my bed and slipped on my robe then headed for the shower.

As I dried off I watched the last dregs of my cum slowly circle the shower drain, then disappear without a trace. With the pressure relieved I quickly dressed in t-shirt and sweatpants, then headed downstairs.

Dad was sitting in the front room on the loveseat sipping on a beer while flipping through the channels on the tv, so I plopped down on one end of the vacant couch. He was dressed in almost identical clothing as I was, grey sweats, white t-shirt and no shoes. Before I could get comfortable Bree stuck her head around the corner of the kitchen doorway and said dinner was ready. I followed dad into the kitchen and discovered dinner consisted of cold cuts and cheese sandwiches.

“It’s nothing fancy, but it’ll fill you up,” mom said, looking directly at dad.

“No problem dear,” dad replied while grabbing a beer from the fridge. Turning his head in my direction he asked if I wanted one too.

“Sure,” I answered while placing two sandwiches on a plate.

Taking the offered beer from dad I headed back to the front room leaving mom, Bree and dad sitting at the table. I returned and claimed my spot on the couch just in time to see the start of Stephen King’s “It” coming on tv. I settled in and began to eat, catching a bit of laughter from the kitchen every now and then. I’d just finished the last sandwich when all three strolled in, dad reclaiming his spot on the loveseat, joined by Bree. Mom sat on the other end of the couch and tucked her feet up under herself.

Glancing at me she asked, “Mind if I sit with you?”

Before I could respond Bree squealed, “Alright, a scary movie.” She then proceeded to scoot over and snuggle up to dad, who didn’t seem to mind one bit. He placed his free arm around her shoulder pulling her tighter against him while taking a swig from his beer with the other hand. Bree looked at me quickly, a smug smile plastered on her face, then inched even tighter against dad. Mom apparently saw this too.

“I’m jealous,” she pouted.

I knew she was only kidding but before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “You can cuddle with me Mom, if you want to.”

The smile on her face was heart-warming when she turned to look at me.

“I’d like that very much sweetheart,” she practically cooed.

Standing, she sidestepped until she was near me then sat down, the heat radiating from her as she settled against me startling. When she rested her head on my shoulder, I was treated to the most intoxicating aroma I’d ever smelled. I wasn’t sure if it was from her shampoo, or if it was just some natural odor she let off. Either way I felt like I was going to swoon. That feeling lingered for the next thirty minutes until she said she had to go tinkle.

“Anyone need a refill?” I asked as I stood.

Both Bree and dad said yes. I took their empties and went into the kitchen. After placing the empty bottles on the back porch, I went and started to retrieve three more full ones from the fridge. As I was bent over to grab them someone come up behind me and placed a hand on my hip. At first I thought it was Bree, especially when the hand slid around to the front of my sweats and grabbed my cock through the fabric. As I stood the hand began to massage my cock, the grip getting tighter and tighter. I almost dropped the beers in my hands when the person behind me spoke.

“Mmmm, that feels nice. Maybe you’d like it better if I did this.” With that mom slid her hand inside my sweats and wrapped her hand around my thickening shaft.

I should have said something then, but I was frozen in place. All I could think about was how good her hand felt on my rapidly growing cock.

“Oooo, someone likes that,” she snickered, her hand starting to slide up and down my shaft.

“Uh…Mom,” I croaked, slowly turning in her direction.

The look on her face was priceless. A combination of pure surprise and mortification.

Snatching her hand back she stammered, “Oh shit Leroy, I thought it was your dad standing there. I’m so sorry honey.”

It only took me a few seconds to figure out why she’d think I was dad. We both had on almost identical clothing, which would make it an honest mistake. Sitting the beers on the counter I reached out and cupped her face between my palms, unable to control the chuckles that rolled past my lips.

“It’s okay Mom, think of it as payback for me groping you this morning,” I told her.

A smile grew on her lips as the recollection of this morning dawned on her. She placed her hands on top of mine and said, “I forgot about that.”

For some reason I glanced down at the abundant cleavage on display and noticed how rich the color of the amulet had become. It seemed to twinkle a deep, almost blood red. Something else I noticed while staring at her chest was how hard her nipples appeared to be. They poked marvelously through the thin material of her dress. Blood rushed to my cock like a tsunami causing the front of my sweats to tent obscenely in front. It didn’t go unnoticed by mom either.

“Well, I guess we can call it even then,” she stated, her eyes clearly glued to the huge bulge in my pants.

Accidentally, on purpose, I lowered my hands down the front of her, making sure the back of my knuckles trailed over her nipples before bringing them down to my sides. A shudder shook her briefly, before she turned and raced out of the room. With an evil grin on my face I picked up the beers and followed, not caring that my cock was pointing the way. When I gave dad and Bree their beers, I saw a look of triumph wash across my sister’s face as she blatantly stared at my crotch. Returning to my spot on the couch I saw that mom had settled back into her original place at the other end. For the next hour I kept stealing glances at her only to see her eyes glued to the tv, her face a blank mask, as if she were lost in her own little world. Not once did she look my way.

The movie turned out to be really long, so by the time the credits started to roll the room was almost in total darkness. Just as I stood dad reached over and flipped on the lamp near his seat, flooding the room in bright light. Instinctively I glanced toward him, just in time to see Bree pull her hand from the waistband of his sweats. I shot a curious look her way, but she chose to act like nothing was out of the ordinary. Shrugging, I told everyone goodnight and headed off to my room. As I trudged up the stairs, I could hear faint whispering coming from the front room.

Bree hadn’t said anything about what she’d promised me this morning, so I chalked it up to her spacing it out. A blowjob would’ve been nice though, I thought, as I undressed and slipped under the cool sheets. I lay there for only a few moments before I got up and cracked my door open a little.

“What the hell, she might surprise me,” I said aloud after settling back in bed.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was awakened by the sound of creaking floorboards. Through bleary eyes I watched as someone slipped inside my room then silently closed the door behind them. All I saw was a silhouette of a female form in the faint light from the hallway, but I was sure it was Bree. Once the door was closed my room was pitch black, leaving me blind and anxiously waiting for what was about to happen. If Bree was here to live up to her word then I planned to fully enjoy every minute of it. I sensed the person get closer and closer to my bed, anticipation coursing through me in waves. When the sheets were pulled down past my feet, I let out a small moan. Quickly a hand covered my mouth stifling any more sound that might pour from my lips. I tried to reach out and touch her, but my hands were swatted away. Well, if this was how she wanted it, then I’d play along. Placing my hands behind my head I settled in. I heard more movement, then felt hands grasping my ankles and spreading my legs apart. I felt the bed sink from her weight as she climbed between my ankles, her bare knees spreading my feet farther apart. The warm feel of hands slowly caressing my thighs had my cock rock hard in seconds. It began to throb when I felt her fingertips lightly tickle my balls. I was almost in agony by the time I felt her wrap her hand around my steel shaft and lift my cock upwards. I couldn’t stop the groan that slipped from my lips as I felt the warmth of her breath on the head of my cock.

More moans poured from me as the head of my cock was suddenly engulfed in a wet, hot heat. Lower and lower the warmth crept down my shaft until I felt the head of my cock slip into the tight confines of her throat. When my cock continued to slip further down her throat, I was lost in a world of pleasure I didn’t know even existed.

I almost shot my load when her nose pressed against my pubic hair. She must have sensed I was close because she slowly withdrew until just the head was in her mouth, and she clamped her fingers tightly around the base, effectively blocking me from erupting. Slowly she loosened her grip and began to softly stroke my shaft while running her tongue around the bulbous head. I wanted so desperately to reach over and turn on my bedside lamp so I could watch her, but I didn’t want to take the chance that she’d stop. Instead, I reached down near my hips and gripped the bottom sheets tightly in my hands as she continued her glorious torture of my throbbing rod. When she changed from licking to finally sucking, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Oh shit…I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered.

Her mouth lowered until my entire dick was being swallowed once more. I trembled violently, lifting my hips upward at the same time as my cock exploded, sending spurt after spurt of cum directly down her throat. I was wracked with intense pleasure as my orgasm went on and on, until finally I was completely spent. Slowly I lowered my hips and just lay there in a daze as I felt her mouth pull from my rapidly deflating cock. I felt one last kiss on my shaft before I felt her climb off the bed and pad almost silently to the door. Through dazed eyes I watched as she slipped silently out of my room, leaving the door slightly ajar. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I saw a red glow near her chest area right before she disappeared. I chalked it off as post orgasmic bliss and surrendered to the comforting arms of deep sleep.

The sound of my alarm clock pulled me out of a deep sleep. I swatted at it twice before my fingers finally found the off button and silenced it. Fifteen minutes later the alarm went off again. Shit, I must have hit the snooze button instead of the off one. Groggily I sat up, placing my feet on the floor and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Once I was able to focus, I glanced down and noticed that my cock was rock hard and sticking prominently out in front of me. Even accounting for morning wood, I knew instantly that it was bigger than it had been yesterday. Quickly grabbing the ruler from my nightstand I measured myself once more. “Fuck me!” I groaned. My cock was now a full eight inches long and so thick I had trouble reaching my fingers all the way around it’s girth. I slowly gave it a few strokes, amazed at how good it felt. When thoughts of last night’s blowjob filtered into my mind, I began to stroke a little faster. It didn’t take long before pleasure began to take over as my hand went faster and faster on my shaft. Shutting my eyes, I surrendered to the blissful feeling, knowing that I would shoot my wad soon. Just as I was about to explode my door crashed open and in stepped Bree.

“You’re running late Lero…” she started to say, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw what I was doing.

“Shit Bree, I was almost there!” I growled out my frustration.

“Oops, my bad. Here, let me help you little bro,” she said as she stepped over and sank to her knees between my feet.

Before I had a chance to react, she pushed my hand away and gripped my shaft with hers. She squeezed me several times then gazed up at me, a questioning look on her face.

“Jeez Leroy, you are getting bigger, I can barely get my fingers all the way around it,” she proclaimed.

All I could do was shrug my shoulders as I watched her lower her head and engulf the head of my cock in her hot, wet mouth. I was already on the verge of cumming before she started so I wasn’t surprised when I felt my balls tighten.

“Oh god Bree! Deep throat it like you did last night!” I urged, taking my hand and placing it on the back of her head.

When she didn’t go down any further, I pressed down on her head and raised my hips at the same time. As soon as the head of my cock slipped into her throat I began to ejaculate. I was so lost in the intense pleasure shooting through me that I failed to notice her struggling to lift her mouth off my pulsing meat. It wasn’t until she slugged me in the gut that I released my hold on her head. She pulled up and off me, coughing and spitting cum all over my floor.

When she was able to breathe properly, she fixed me with an angry glare and shouted, “What the fuck! You almost suffocated me you asshole!”

“God Bree, I’m so sorry. I just wanted you to do it like you did last night,” I tried to explain.

“That wasn’t me dumbass, that was Mom. I’ve never been able to deep throat anyone, let alone someone as big as you are,” she shot back angrily.

I really couldn’t say anything, I just sat there stunned by what she’d said. My mind refused to believe that mom had come into my room and sucked my cock. I knew Bree was capable of pulling some outrages stunts, but I’ve never known her to lie to me. A few minutes passed before I realized Bree was still standing there.

Standing, I took her in my arms and said, “I’m really sorry sis, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I forgive you asshole. But don’t you ever try that shit on me again,” she whispered in my ear.

She hugged me once then stepped back and told me to hurry if I wanted to be on time for work. With that she was gone leaving me to try and wrap my head around what she had told me. For the life of me, I just couldn’t get the thought that mom would sneak into my room and give me a blowjob to settle into my head. It just didn’t make sense. Of course, what had been happening between Bree and I didn’t make sense either. One glance at my clock snapped me out of my stupor. I was dressed and out the front door in record time, lunch and breakfast completely forgotten.

It was the longest day I’ve ever spent at work, time just seemed to drag by. All I could think about, other than trying not to run over any of my co-workers, was mom. Questions plagued me all day long, things like whether or not Bree has been right about that amulet all along. Was it really the genuine article, with the power to corrupt entire families? If given the chance to have sex with my own mother, would I, could I? Having sex with my sister just sort of happened, but with mom it wouldn’t be so spontaneous. By quitting time I was a nervous wreck, albeit a very horny nervous wreck.

As I pulled into our drive, I noticed that the RV and mom and dad’s car was gone, but Bree’s bug was there. I figured mom and dad must have taken the motorhome back to dad’s friend. A smile played on my lips as I parked and went inside. Maybe, just maybe, Bree and I could squeeze in a little fucking before the parents got back. That, I was sure, would take the edge off. I could feel my cock twitch as I climbed from the jeep and headed to the house.

Once inside I discovered the house was eerily quiet, no one seemed to be home. A quick search of the downstairs left me wondering if Bree had gone with them. My mood shifted from being elated too just plain bummed. Crestfallen, I trudged up the stairs. When I was halfway up, I could hear the shower Bree and I shared going. My spirits perked right up, so did my cock, as I hurriedly went to my room and got naked. With any luck I could slip into the shower with Bree and bust a nut into her hot wet pussy without our parents ever being the wiser.

My smile spread as I neared the bathroom and saw the door wasn’t even closed. Stepping quietly inside I glanced toward the glassed-in oversized shower, the glass steamed enough to prevent me from getting a good look. Stealthily, I eased the door open and slipped inside. Bree stood with her back to me, her hair piled on top of her head covered in a thick foam of shampoo. I gazed upon her naked body for a few seconds before making my presence known. I just hoped I didn’t scare the crap out of her.

In a husky voice I asked, “Want me to wash your back?”

At the sound of my voice, she stiffened slightly, her hands, which had been rubbing the shampoo into her hair stopped moving. I thought for a second she was going to scream at me to get the hell out. Instead, I watched as she used one hand and reached to the shower caddy and grabbed a bar of soap, then raised it past her shoulder and held it out for me to take. My hands shook with anticipation as I took the soap and worked up a rich lather on my palms. Reaching past her I placed the bar back in the caddy then slowly began to run my hands all over her shoulders and upper back. I heard a soft purr as I worked the soap in, going lower and lower.

“Mmmm,” she murmured once my hands reached the delicious swell of her buns.

Emboldened by her sighs of pleasure I decided to take things a little further. She still had her arms up and her hands tangled in her hair, although they had ceased massaging the shampoo in. With a small step forward, I slid my own hands around her waist, then up until her full supple breasts were filling the palms of my slippery hands. My rampant cock slid into the soapy crevice of her ass, the head going downward instead of up her back. It dawned on me that if I bent my knees slightly, I would be able to slip my dick between her thighs and rub it against her cunt. That’s exactly what I did. The feeling of my cockhead sliding along her slit was incredible, enough so that I almost blew a load right then and there. Pushing a little more brought the head of my cock past her clit and out the other side.

“Oh yeah,” I sighed, pulling her body tighter against my chest.

I continued to maul her tits and slide my cock through the gap in her thighs, totally lost in the pleasures coursing through me. I had to close my eyes against the spray when she reached out and adjusted the showerhead. For some reason having my eyes closed only intensified the pleasure aspect of it all. I let my hands roam over her soapy breasts until my fingers brushed against something hard nestled between the top swell of her wet tits. Instantly my brain told me what it was. It was the amulet. My eyes flew open, and my hands squeezed her tits one more time, recollections of yesterday morning flooding through my mind. I recalled the subtle difference in the feel of them as opposed to Bree’s. As I gazed upon the back of her head I watched in utter terror as the spray from the shower washed away the shampoo. There wasn’t a single curl in sight, the head of hair in front of me was as straight as could be.

“Not again,” I groaned as I stepped back and awaited my fate.

Mom turned around and fixed me with the weirdest look on her face. Her eyes were beaming, almost as bright as the amulet hanging between her magnificent breasts. A small smile formed on her lips as she slid to her knees in front of me and inhaled my entire cock down her throat. Shock turned to ecstasy as I watched my cock disappeared from view. With her nose planted in my pubic hair she began to hum. Before I could stop myself I was unloading rope after rope of thick cum down her throat. She didn’t even slow down until my knees gave out and I started sliding down the shower stall, ending with my butt on the floor and my knees up against my chest. Mom stood, ruffled my hair once then without so much as a howdy-do she left me sitting there almost in a coma.

My mind was a tortured wreck as I hastily threw on some baggy gym shorts and a worn-out t-shirt before heading downstairs to search for mom. I half expected her to be in the front room, instead I found her in the kitchen standing near the sink staring out the window, the only thing covering her was a bath towel wrapped around her torso. I felt something in the air, something primal, allusive, yet very familiar at the same time. The closer I got to her the more I realized exactly what it was. Sexual tension. The air was thick with it. At that very moment I knew I had to have her, regardless of the consequences.

Once I was directly behind her I softly asked, “That was you last night?”

Her back stiffened slightly before she answered. “Yes.”

“Mom, look at me,” I whispered.

Slowly she turned until she was facing me. Her eyes were filled with fear, and lust at the same time. Her bottom lip quivered as I reached out and untucked the towel, letting it drop to the floor between us. She did nothing to stop me, she just stared into my eyes as if searching my soul.

My jaw dropped at the sight before me. I gawked like a smitten schoolboy seeing his first naked woman. Standing before me was the epitome of perfection, the perfect woman. Flawless except for the scar above her bush where she’d delivered Bree and I through cesarean birth. Her breasts stood majestically on her chest; the amulet nestled between the beginning swell of them. Without a word I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, then quickly pulled my shorts down until they were at my ankles. With a swift kick I had them flying across the room leaving me standing in front of my mother naked, my thick swollen cock visibly throbbing.

Mom’s eyes finally looked away from mine and began to travel down my body until she was staring directly at my rigid pole. Her eyes grew wide as she took it in, and her nipples began to harden. In just a matter of seconds the light brown, quarter-sized areolas, were tightly crinkled and her nipples were super stiff and pointing directly at my chest. A tremor ran down my spine and pre-cum began to drip from the tip of my cock. Reaching out I gently ran my fingertips across her cheek, then down over the side of her neck until they finally traveled over the beginning swell of her breast coming to rest on the amulet. The amulet glowed even brighter as a jolt of pleasure coursed through my entire body.

“Oh Lee,” she moaned, her hands shaking as she cupped my face in her palms.

“You’re so beautiful, Mom,” I whispered hoarsely as my hand finally slid low enough to cup her left breast in my palm.

Her voice trembled as she said, “Oh god baby, I’ve been trying to resist my urges. I was fine with your father and sister doing it, but I couldn’t bring myself to fuck you.”

“And now, Mom?” I asked, my palm rubbing softly against her protruding nipple.

Then she did something I never expected, she leaned forward and tenderly kissed me on the lips. Not a mother’s kiss, but a lover’s kiss, passionate yet gentle. The kiss lasted for several moments and when we finally parted I was breathless, the feel of her lips still lingering on mine.

“And now it’s all I can think of,” she finally answered.

With an inward grin I lowered my lips onto her ripe nipple and gently sucked it into my mouth. This caused her to shudder. Next I used both hands and pushed her tits together then sucked both nipples at the same time.

“Fuuccckkkk!” mom screamed as her body convulsed so badly she had to brace herself against the counter to keep from collapsing.

Placing my hands on her hips to steady myself, I kissed my way down her body until her glorious bush was eye level with my face. Kneeling on her discarded towel I leaned forward and immediately smelt a wonderfully intoxicating aroma. There was no question in my mind, mom was sexually aroused. Leaving one hand on her hip I slowly brought the other one down over her tummy until my fingers were lightly brushing through her thick, soft pubes.

“Sorry it’s such a jungle down there,” she said, her embarrassment evident in her voice.

“Don’t be sorry, I love it just the way it is,” I told her as I continued to stroke the lush fur on her mound.

With that she lowered her hands and parted the hair covering her slit. As soon as my eyes fell upon her exposed womanhood I was overcome with lust. My heart raced as I gazed upon the delicacy that awaited my salivating tongue. Her outer folds were lightly covered in hair, and her inner labia hung low enough for my eyes to see they were coated with her fluids. At the top of her slit I could see her rather large clitoris peeking from its protective hood. The heady aroma pouring off her seemed to grow more intense and muskier as I leaned forward. A shudder ran through her when my tongue slid out and ran between the two lips. When I did it again with a little more force she actually pushed her pelvis forward causing my tongue to penetrate her opening. Her hands clamped on the back of my head and pushed my tongue even deeper into her sacred place.

“Oh Yesssss!” she wailed as another; more violent shudder coursed through her.

Hearing my own mother cry out with pleasure because of me stirred something deep inside me. A primal urge to ravage her overtook all my senses. Like some sort of wild beast had been unleashed, I began to devour her cunt, pulling her inner lips into my mouth, bathing them over and over with my lips and tongue. I did this for several minutes, the sound of mom’s breathing growing ragged spurring me on. When my tongue found her large, engorged clit she started shaking uncontrollably.

“Yes baby! Right there!” she practically screamed.

She did scream when I clamped my lips around her clit while shoving two fingers into her sopping wet hole.

“Oh God! Shit, shit, shit! Yesssss…I’m cumminggggg!” she screamed, her pussy muscles squeezing tightly around my invading fingers.

My heart swelled with pride when she spasmed and coated my fingers and hand with her cream. I continued to suck her clit softly, my fingers not moving while she rode out her orgasm. When she finally stopped shaking I withdrew my fingers from her drenched pussy then started lightly kissing my way up her body. When I reached her chest I took both hands and pressed her tits together until I could get both nipples in my mouth at the same time. This caused her to shudder some more before she gently grabbed my head and pulled me the rest of the way up. Once I was standing she cupped my face in her hands and stared deeply into my eyes.

“God baby, that was amazing,” she whispered.

“It gets better,” I told her, then pushing my hips forward while holding my throbbing shaft, I ran the slick head of my cock against mom’s clit causing both of us to shudder.

“Please don’t tease me. I want… no…I need you in me,” mom moaned as she reached around and grabbed my ass.

Pressing even closer to her I began to run the head through the length of her slit until we were both coated with slickness. Then bending my knees and holding my cock at the base I pushed until the head of my cock slipped into her opening. Both of us let out a sigh. Once I knew I was in I cupped mom’s face and looked deep into her eyes while slowly pushing more and more of my rock-hard shaft into her moulton heat. Pleasure beyond my wildest dreams coursed through me once our pubic hairs met.

“Damn you’re big,” she moaned, her fingertips digging into my buttocks.

I couldn’t believe how tight her cunt was. Every little twitch her pussy walls made against my shaft sent tingles running down my length and straight to my balls. I was sure I wasn’t going to last long. Slowly I began to work my cock in and out of her, never going very long on my strokes for fear that I’d blow my load and leave her hanging. Being in a standing missionary position had the advantage of rubbing the topside of my shaft against mom’s clit with each stroke, something that greatly enhanced the pleasure for her. Soon her breathing grew ragged, her movements erratic as she pushed her pelvis against my thrusts.

“Oh God Mom…I don’t think I can hold it much longer,” I groaned.

“Just…a…little…longer,” she implored, her cunt squeezing my cock tightly now.

With a force of will I didn’t know I possessed I placed my hands on her hips and began to gradually increase the tempo until I was pumping into her sloshy cunt so hard I was literally lifting her feet off the floor.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” she wailed, her eyes rolling back in her head as her orgasm tore through her very being.

That’s all it took to send me over the edge. “Mooooooooooooooom!” I growled as I unleashed a tidal wave of thick, creamy cum into her contracting pussy.

Somehow I managed to stay upright, my cock still lodged firmly in my mother’s cunt. Mom hung onto me by my shoulders as we both tried desperately to catch our breaths. We stay this way for what felt like forever, locked together at the hips, each involuntary twitch of my cock sending spasms racing through mom. It was during one of those twitches that I realized I was still rock hard.

“Mmmm, that was fantastic Lee,” mom cooed while raining little kisses on my neck and face.

Happily, I reached down and cupped mom’s ass in my hands and said, “We’re not done yet, Mom.

“What?” she replied, her voice shaky.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I said while lifting her upwards by her ass.

With her legs around me and locked at the heels I carried her into the front room and over to the couch. With each step I took my cock would push into her causing little mewing sounds to float from her mouth. Once I reached the couch I turned and as gently as possible sat down, our groins still connected. Mom moved her legs until she was able to place her knees on either side of my hips. She had a dreamy look on her face.

She sat there with my cock buried to the hilt in her cunt for several minutes just staring down at me. I reached up and caressed her nipples, causing them to harden even more than they were. It was while I was doing this that I noticed the amulet had turned a solid crimson in color, a richer hue than I’d ever seen it. Reaching up I took it in my hand and turned it around once before turning it back the right way. Her hand came up and touched mine sending shivers through both of us. Our eyes met, and I could tell she wanted to say something.