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“Mom, what are you doing here? I thought you were out to lunch.” Carl reached for one of the many cushions sprawled over the couch, his voice sounding higher than usual and containing a touch of horror that appealed to Janice's mischievous nature. She glanced down at his naked body and felt a rush of pleasure envelop her.

“Hmmm, you're almost perfect,” she told herself. “In fact, here's only one thing wrong with this,” she purred softly, fixing her gaze at the offending object he’d placed between his legs.

“That thing really has to go,” she muttered, seeing with irritation the cushion held tightly against his groin. Whether it was there to hide or protect his manhood, Janice wasn't sure but she knew it wouldn't be there for long if she had her way.

“Oh Carl,” she cooed sweetly, almost sickeningly, “You don't need to hide that thing from me, I liked looking at it.” Her tongue slid playfully across her lips, teasing him some more. I was watching you and it seems you’ve gotten Mummy all hot and bothered.” Her eyes sparkled dangerously and she raised a hand to her mouth feigning embarrassment although her sultry voice betrayed her true feelings.

Carl, unable to think straight at the moment couldn't appreciate her teasing humour. His eyes were screwed tightly shut, the idea being if he couldn't see the oncoming disaster, then it wouldn’t happen to him. However, whether it be a runaway freight train or in this case his ‘Mom’ looking like a tigress in heat, bearing down on him, this course of action rarely works and sooner or later one has to face reality. Slowly opening his eyes, Carl saw Janice standing in front of him, arms crossed beneath her heavy bosom, her feet a good shoulders breadth apart with one leg bent at the knee and her groin thrust in an overtly sexual gesture, in his direction. He gulped. What had started out as a bad day had suddenly taken an unexpected turn for the worse.

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From the moment his eyes had opened he'd regretted it. He and Stacy had gotten home really late and to make matters worse, they'd argued nearly all the way. They had been to a party hosted by, Michelle, one of Stacy's girlfriends and apparently he had behaved rather badly. The host, a drunken, randy slut had entered the kitchen and dared all the guys there to get their cocks out because she wanted a hot dog feast.

Not wanting to be seen as a wimp, Carl was one of the first to offer the starving girl something to eat, although in his defense he wasn't entirely sober when he unzipped his flies. Bad mistake as it turned out, because just as drunken bitch started to blow him, Stacy entered the kitchen to see what all the cheering was about. Seeing her boyfriend being sucked off by her so called girlfriend displeased her immensely and after dragging him unwillingly from the ring of cocks, she expressed her displeasure very forcibly, threatening to cut off his balls if he ever pulled a stunt like that again.

It was only because he loved her greatly, and without openly admitting to anything, knowing he'd acted like a jerk that stopped him telling her to take a hike... that and the fact she had the car keys.

She was still reading him the riot act when they eventually parked outside his house and would have kept up her tirade all night, but the drink finally took it’s toll and he silently fell asleep. Unfortunately, when he woke up, his morning wood was so rigid it was almost painful. So, conveniently forgetting how much trouble he’d been in, Carl started spooning Stacy. Including waking up, this was his second mistake of the day.

“Go fuck yourself,” she mumbled angrily while distancing herself from him, “Or better still,” she added spitefully, “why don't you call Michelle?”

From her pissed reaction, it was obvious she hadn't forgiven him yet and although Carl was very hungover and very horny, he wasn't stupid. Stacy was a lovely girl but in the mornings she had a temper like a mama grizzly bear, and that was without being ticked off by her dumb boyfriend's drunken antics. Knowing when not to push his luck, he grudgingly got up and went downstairs.

In the kitchen he found his mum's note explaining she was out to lunch, making him feel a little sheepish as he realised it was way past one o'clock. She'd also explained there was some cold chicken in the fridge and if he was hungry to help himself. Having done just that, he sauntered lazily into the lounge and switched on the television.

Bored by the daytime game shows and still feeling frustrated by Stacy's rebuff, Carl decided to knock one out and started watching his favourite porn channel. Luckily the film showing was one he’d seen before and liked. A good old fashioned boy meets girl, boy fucks girl and then another girlfriend joins in for a wonderful threesome. The women were hot and horny, the sex was erotic and steaming and his manhood thickened. Reaching between his legs, Carl began enjoying himself, but like everything else today, even that went horribly wrong!

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“Mom, for God's sake what are you doing? I'm busy here.” Carl’s whining voice almost destroyed the moment.

Janice said nothing, instead fixing him with a wry smile. “I know that, Darling,” her voice carrying just a hint of sarcastic irony. “I've been watching you for the last ten minutes or so. And despite what you were doing, you didn't seem to be having much fun, so I decided to come in and give you a hand. Then Carl watched aghast as Janice knelt down between his splayed knees and reached for the cushion. “Mom pleeeaaassssseeee, I'm naked for God's sake!”

“Good, Darling,” she said huskily, “that's what I'm counting on,” and pulled Carl's last vestige of decency from his lap. As she removed the cushion, Janice was a little disappointed to see Carl's manhood had began to wilt and fervently hoped it was only a temporary thing. She reached for it eagerly.

Sir Isaac Newton's once declared, “For every action, there is an absolute reaction,” and the next few seconds proved to be a perfect demonstration. As Janice reached out for Carl’s manhood, he desperately tried to stop her, but his mother was far to quick and experienced for him and swatted away his defence with surprising dexterity. However, this rapid and unexpected movement had a predictable effect on Janice’s thin summer dress and thus proved another of Newton’s laws, namely the one pertaining to gravity to be proven correct.

Carl had seen his step-mum remove the thin delicate shoulder straps from her dress when she approached him from the garden and had watched in shocked disbelief and slight amazement at the way the loose garment had precariously preserved her decency despite the way her gorgeous breasts had heaved so powerfully. Even when she’d gotten to her knees, the fine garment had tantalisingly denied him the sight he would liked to have seen, but now he watched in awe as the thin material slipped easily from her chest and revealed not only her gorgeous heavy breasts but also the tight erect nipples pointing perkily in his direction.

Janice felt the dress lose its grip, but did nothing to stop it. Her hands were busy with other, more important things, and besides, she didn't want to. She saw his mouth open, apparently in an effort to say something but before any sound came out, she wrapped her fingers around his warm thickening shaft and felt him twitch. Tightening her grip, she felt his cock throb some more and Janice gave Carl her ‘Mommy knows best,’ smile.

“Hmmmm, you like mama's big titties, do you?” she asked huskily. His cock jerked powerfully in her hand, answering her question. Janice felt the effect her strong agile fingers and words were having on her son's manhood and it pleased her enormously. “Hmmm, let's have a good look at your prick, shall we?” she said hungrily and she bent her head so close to his loins, he could feel her warm breath wafting over his manhood. He stared in horrified disbelief as Janice, gently began wanking him.

“Jesus, it's so big,” she said, full of admiration. “Now I know why Stacy screams a lot when you two are in bed.” She clasped her fist around the top of his shaft, pulling his foreskin over the rim of his purple coloured dome and snaked out her tongue towards his balls. Even if he'd wanted to, Carl couldn't deny his true feeling, his body betrayed him too much for that, but that didn't stop him being scared shitless. His step-mother was hot, no question, and this lurid fantasy was also hot, no dispute there, but there was no denying it… this was wrong.

To call Carl's feelings about Janice ambiguous was definitely understating the obvious. Although his behaviour was contemptible and his conscience regularly berated him about it, he'd lost count of how many times he had secretly spied on her, sunbathing naked on the deck. Despite feeling disgusted and perverted with himself, he often grew hard and had to masturbate to relieve the growing tension in his loins. What was happening now was just one of the many sordid fantasies he’d envisaged involving Janice; but that still didn’t absolve him from the guilt he felt.

When he saw her appear through the patio door only moments ago, his brain switched into hyperdrive. While one part was busy telling him to cover himself, another part took in every little detail. It was as if time had stalled and everything was happening in slow motion. He watched Janice push the shoulder straps, one for one from their rightful place and wondered how the dress could stay in place. He saw the way her braless breasts to bobbed up and down as she steadily approached him and while guessing he was going to hell, he wanted to see more. The closer she got, the more vivid the details became. The pale coloured summer dress, hugging her figure like a second skin, was so thin, he swore he could see the discolouration her nutty brown nipples through the semi transparent material along with the outline of her panties. Because the dress seemed to follow exquisitely the contours of her body, it didn’t escape his notice that the said undergarment she was wearing, was the skimpiest he’d seen and not only did he know he was going to hell, he also knew it would be for a long time. Now kneeling in front of him, her tits in full view, strong agile fingers wrapped around his manhood and her tongue snaking out towards his rigid flesh, he knew his prayers and worst fears were being answered and realised simultaneously, and for that he realised, he was going to rot in damnation for the rest of his life.

Might as well enjoy then!

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Janice's tongue ran up the entire length of his cock, causing a shiver of delight to run down his spine and a broad smile to magically appear. Sliding her hand down his shaft, her soft lips clamped around his swollen rim and he felt the tip of her tongue explore his tiny slit. It was all to much for him and he closed his eyes in ecstasy. Janice licked the salty tasting dome and experienced a wicked thrill run through her body. She'd missed this, too much. The sight and feel of an erection. The taste and smell and of masculine excitement and the heat, the heat of real passion. Whatever happened after this, Janice vowed she wouldn’t go back to her chaste existence.

Then slowly, almost reverently, she lowered her lips down the soft silken skin, covering his turgid erection and didn't stop until she reached the root of his manhood. Her throat was filled with hot throbbing flesh, and for the first time since his father had left her alone, Janice felt like a real woman again. She raised her head, her lips smacking together when she released him from her mouth. Then she spat warm saliva onto his glans and watched the goblets of spittle spiral run down both his member and over her fingers.

“Hmm, you taste delicious, Darling. Just like your daddy. Do you like it when I swallow your cock in one go?” Carl nodded his head eagerly. Stacy had never taken him completely and he found it sexy as fuck that his "Mom" could. On the downside, he found the reference to his father slightly disturbing, but reasoned that if Janice wasn't worried about what they were doing, why the fuck should he be.

“Your daddy has left me here all alone for so long now and all my toys are broken,” continued Janice playfully, “So when I saw you playing with yours, I just had to join in. You don't mind do you?”

'What a stupid fucking question,' thought Carl in bewilderment, while shaking his head emphatically. Silently he watched Janice devour his cock again and shuddered when her teeth grazed the sensitive tip of his manhood. Through half closed eyes, he saw her grinning wickedly at him.

“Sorry baby boy, did Mummy hurt you. That was naughty of her wasn't it?” she said huskily. “Maybe mama needs a good spanking, let her know who's in charge around here.” His cock popped from her mouth and she licked and nibbled it like a favourite lollipop, then enveloped his meat making loud slurping noises that both phased out and excited the young man on the couch. Tentatively he reached out a hand and placed it on top of Janice's head, an action that was met with a loud groan of approval.

“That's it, young man,” she said, coming up for air and releasing his engorged helmet with a loud saucy plop. “Make your mama suck your cock all the way.” Carl couldn't deny how excited his step-mum's slutty behaviour was getting him. Stacy never did or said anything like this when she blew him and if the truth be told he liked it better this way.

Like mum's apple pie, it's always hard to beat.

Janice bobbed her head downwards again and Carl felt her warm wet mouth engulf him, but in his excitement, he almost forgot to do what she wanted. Then as if born to it, he grabbed hold of her head, entwining his fingers through her bob and forced his prick down her throat. This ignited some hidden desire inside her because from that moments, she was like a woman possessed.

Unable to control herself, Janice literally devoured him. She licked and sucked his balls, feverishly wanked his prick and continually deep throated him. Carl had never known anything like it and especially liked the way she kept telling him, “Mommy needs some hard cock,” or “Your prick tastes fucking delicious,” and his favourite, “Fuck my slutty mouth, darling.”

Janice was driven by carnal madness. Having been denied sex for almost four months, she'd been going a bit stir crazy. She had tried fulfilling herself with her favourite dildo, but nothing could compare to the feel and taste of a real life, rock solid, flesh and blood erection. Just the way Carl's member throbbed inside her mouth had almost caused her climax on the spot. As it was, her panties had degenerated from expensive lace lingerie to become nothing more than a sopping wet, rag tag piece of cloth, hanging loosely around her abdomen. She was secreting so badly, she could feel her juices trickling down her thighs and she longed to feel Carl's tongue...

“Baby,” she said, reluctantly releasing his manhood from her mouth, “Mummy's pussy needs attention.” Before waiting for an answer Janice climbed up onto the couch and straddled her son's arms and chest. With her groin only inches from his face she grabbed the hemline of the dress and slowly, very slowly started pulling it upwards. “Can you see how wet I am, Baby, how much I want you?” she cooed breathlessly, her voice thick with lust.

The hemline rose higher and higher and the delicate, white satin lace panties came into view. Not only could Carl see it, but he could smell it too. The top of her thighs glistened in the bright Californian afternoon sunshine that flooded the spacious living room, and the gusset, barely covering her intimate parts was a much darker shade than the rest of the exotic garment.

One hand released its grip on the dress and dived beneath the lacey triangle. Her fingers traversed over her dark haired little bush and sought out the tiny hood of skin. She lightly brushed her swollen clit and felt a jolt of pleasure, like a pulse of electricity race throughout her body. Knowing she was close and knowing what she wanted, Janice whipped out her hand and without further ado hooked her fingers into the small triangle of cloth.

Carl watched in breathless anticipation as Janice pulled her panties aside and revealed her sweet little pussy to him. Her swollen lips were luscious clearly visible between her excited labia and he could see her juices flowing. Succumbing to an overwhelming desire to give his mother the climax she was dying for, he raised his head, grabbed her buttocks and pulled her towards his eager mouth.

Janice felt her abdomen suddenly shoot forward and let out a girlish squeal that couldn’t be mistaken, but that was quickly forgotten as a chorus of low feral growling, wanton moaning and vigorous encouragement filled the room. “Oh Baby, you're so good,” or, “That's it, make Mama cum,” were just two of the sexual utterings that bombarded Carl's ears as his tongue dived between her twitching pussy lips and pushed deep into her silken sheath. She especially liked the way he licked the length of her slit and didn't stop until he was gently teasing her clit. While Janice thoroughly approved of the way Carl's tongue ran rings around her little man, his fingers pressing against her tight little starfish elicited almost as much pleasure.

“That's it, darling,” she whispered desperately. “Make it nice and wet and stick your finger inside. Mummy likes it in the ass!”

Obeying her demands, she felt her slick juices being gently smeared into her starfish and let out a low intense growl. Like his father, Carl was natural at this. His tongue was bringing her ever closer to an incredible orgasm, the first real one since she was left alone and now he was preparing to invade her ass, Janice could barely contain herself. To make sure her stepson didn't fall at the last hurdle, she reached down and grabbed his head by his short spiky hair and ground her slippery snatch on to his agile tongue. “Do it, do it, Baby,” she urged huskily.

Carl, hardly able to breathe, listened to his step-mother attentively. Janice's bitter sweet honey tasted just as he'd always imagined it had and he was determined to make her cum all over his face. His lubricated fingers pressed harder against the quivering starfish and feeling very little resistance, almost slipped inside. Even though she was urging him to do it, Carl was still hesitant. He recalled the thousands of times he'd ogled her bum when she moved around the house, especially liking the way some clothes seemed to wonderfully disappear between her shapely buttocks. Now here he was on the threshold of some of his more disgusting fantasies and he couldn’t quite believe it was about to happen.

Janice was almost there. Her body was heaving, her breathing was laboured and her muscles were tensing, but she still missed that one little touch. She looked down at her son's face, buried between her thighs and gave him a loving smile. “C'mon, Honey. Finger that ass, get it nice and ready for your big fucking dick.” Spurred on by her wantonness, and feeling her reach behind and grab his erection, Carl did as instructed and slipped two fingers knuckle deep inside her velvety sheath.

“Oohhhh, fuucccckkk!”

Her first reaction was followed by, “Uuuggghhh, yes yes,” as he started fingering her properly. “Don’t you dare stop, darling,” she screamed breathlessly, her words both an order and a plea. “Make me cum, Baby boy.” She growled, writhing her groin harder into him. “Make me cum all over that gorgeous fucking mouth of yours.”

Her hips bucked wildly as she rode his face. His nose was constantly being pressed against her sensitive clit while his tongue flicked wildly between her engorged pussy lips. His fingers were unmercifully reaming her ass and he could feel Janice clenching her abdominal muscles causing her back passage to grip the invading digits. Janice was in sexual heaven and as the dam of pent up emotions threatened to breach, her movements became wilder and less coordinated, clues that enabled Carl to bring her to the heights she sought.

Suddenly her knees pressed hard into his armpits and her hand grabbed at his short spiky hair, pulling his face painfully against her pelvis. Janice's eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly in a storm and her body began to shudder uncontrollably. She let out a long tortured wail and Carl felt warm, sweet liquid gush over him. Janice's silken tunnel flooded and he did his best to capture every drop but having waited so long for her release, the copious ejaculation proved too much and Carl was acutely aware of cum running down his face and neck, soaking into the soft fabric covering the couch.

Eventually Janice began to recover from the intense climax and while trying to fill her lungs with huge gulps of air, she relaxed her grip on Carl's hair, which made things more comfortable for him, especially as her body convulsed with powerful aftershocks caused by his tongue. When she was ready, Janice, reluctantly removing the strong agile fingers still inserted in her ass, began moving down his prone body. She deliberately moved slowly, swaying her hips and letting her steamy cunt trail provocatively over his muscular, hairless chest leaving telltale drops of honey which gleamed in the sunlight, on his fair skin.

Carl was determined not to be a passive and moved his hands to her breasts. He felt Janice shudder and saw her smile warmly down at him when he started kneading her large fleshy mounds. She especially liked the way he was pinching and squeezing her fully erect nipples, each movement sending pulses of pleasure racing through her body. Then she felt his rock hard cock bump against her buttocks. Reaching between her legs, Janice grabbed Carl's erection and guided his mushroom shaped dome towards her dripping wet sex.

“Okay, Loverboy, you've made me cum once, now let's see you do it again,” she challenged. Although she was still coming down from her previous high, both of them Carl heard the hint of desperation in her voice, like she was scared of her new found toy being cruelly confiscated before she'd finished playing with it. He grinned self-confidently and bucked his hips. Their timing wasn’t coordinated and instead of being deliciously fucked, Janice felt his cock nestle between her buttocks again. She looked at him, her eyes sparkling and adjusted her position. This time there was no mistake and she felt his helmet penetrate her pink wetness and rapidly lowered her hips.

“Ahh, Jesus. That feels so good.”

Carl couldn't help agreeing with her. Her silken tunnel was gripping him tightly as she sank down on him and without thinking he placed his hands on her ass, entwining his fingers around the thin delicate piece of lace stretched over her shapely buttocks and began pulling on it harder.

“That’s it, Darling, spank that ass, make, Mommy, cry out in pain. Treat her like the bad girl she is!” Janice demanded breathlessly. Carl looked at the woman he called “Mom” for most of his life in something that approached wonderment. He could feel her constantly gripping him as she glided up and down his lubricated shaft in a steady, supple rhythm and granted her wish. Her body shuddered when his hand landed sharply on her bare flesh. The squeal she emitted contained both pleasure and pain. Then she felt his cock harden inside her. He was really good.

“Oh, Gooood,” she whimpered. Her prayer sounded husky and strangled. “Don't stop, Baby. Make Mamma cry,” she pleaded encouragingly. Hand and butt met in another vicious kiss which was repeated again and again and Janice could feel the heat in her loins increase. She was going crazy with lust and writhed desperately on top of Carl's prone body, occasionally grinding her pelvis against Carl's as the exquisite sensations his prick and hands wreaked on her body almost proved too much.

Janice, wanting to be completely dominated spread her hands over Carl's muscular pecs and lifted her lower body from his pleasure pole, feeling a moment's emptiness. Then she climbed off him and crawled along the couch before, wiggling her half naked backside temptingly at him. She looked over her shoulder and saw his hand close around the glistening meaty shaft between his legs.

“What ya waiting for, Stud. Come on, make this bitch yours.”

Carl raised himself to his knees and moved in behind her. Hooking his fingers through the stretched elasticated waistband, he pulled her flimsy, piece of lingerie down her thighs and let it fall to the couch. As he removed the lace garment he buried his nose between her buttocks and stuck his tongue deep inside her soaking wet pussy. Janice squealed in delight.

“Hmmm, does my baby like fucking his father's whore?” Carl didn't speak, instead choosing to let his tongue do the talking. Janice reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks pulling them apart and exposing her anal orifice in an obvious invitation. After Carl finished probing her exquisite brown starfish he straightened up, slapped her ass hard and pressed his engorged helmet between her welcoming lips.

“Take me Carl, fuck me hard,” she ordered huskily and needing no further encouragement, Carl grabbed her waist and violently thrust his hips forward. His prick slid easily into her receptive sheath and when his balls slapped against the back of her thighs, he gyrated his groin, pulling her against him.

Janice buried her head into a pile of cushions and emitted a long erotic moan, reminiscent of many a famous porn star, as Carl's cock stretched her, until recently, redundant pussy. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have a real live, throbbing, flesh and blood erection, between her legs, and while her body concentrated on the physical sensations Carl’s manhood was eliciting, she was honest enough to realise that part of her enjoyment wasn't purely physical. The element of kink also made this union unforgettable.

Janice knew how Carl’s eyes followed her when she moved around the house. Much more to her surprise was the fact of how much she liked it. His attention made her feel good and did wonders for her ego, and for the last few weeks she found herself regularly thinking "What if?" She was under no illusion of what sort of lurid thoughts were running around in that adolescent head of his, especially if he was anything like his old man, which was fine by her because she wanted the same thing.

She found herself deliberately playing games with him. Sometimes she would forget to fasten a couple buttons on her blouse or if she was feeling especially mischievous her bra, and when she was wearing a short skirt, she would deliberately sit opposite him, silently wondering if she was causing a commotion in his trousers. Admittedly his attention had diminished a little since the arrival of Stacy, but Janice was open minded enough not to mind.

A thumb deliciously penetrating her sphincter suddenly interrupted her daydream and caused her to gasp. Subconsciously, she’d heard Carl spit and had felt the warm spittle trickle down the cleft between her splayed buttocks but paid no real attention to it, preferring to think about how she had wickedly enticed her son over the last couple of months. Unconsciously wiggling her bum against the thick digit as it moved in ever decreasing circles around her anus, massaging the viscous fluid into her tight entrance, Janice ignored what he was doing, while she fondly remembered all the times she’d teased him. That stopped immediately his thumb was completely swallowed by her rear passage.

Although surprised by his audacity, she liked the fact he was confident enough to take the lead, ramp it up a little and be prepared to answer to his actions. She clenched her abdomen and felt her muscles tighten exquisitely around the flesh penetrating both orifices. Now she pushed her ass backwards. Carl reciprocated in kind. Not only did his fucking increase in speed and ferocity, but he also started fingering her ass with the same intent. Occasionally, another glob of spittle was added to the mix and Janice wallowed in a pool of sexual depravity as his thumb moved quicker.

“C'mon Baby,” she said hungrily, “Show me you're a real man, take me. Take me like you want to,” she urged wantonly, once again clenching her abdominal muscles.

At first, nothing happened and Janice despairingly wondered if Carl had understood her correctly. His father wouldn't have needed any encouragement at all. As soon as she knelt in front of him, presenting her beautiful ass to him, as she often did, he would masterfully bury his prick deep inside her back passage, letting her know who exactly who her daddy was. Her buttocks would turn fiery red, from the severe spanking she would receive and her asshole would be getting a thorough reaming, exactly how she liked it. That’s what she wanted now and although she was enjoying the role of temptress, it wasn’t enough for her. Janice needed to feel she was being dominated to really get her juices really flowing and she was afraid Carl didn’t have it in him.

She desperately wanted to see, hear and feel Carl stamp his authority over her, wanting him to use her as a plaything to vent his pent up lust on. If he wanted to fuck her mouth and cum all over her face, all he had to do was turn her over and tell her to open wide. If it was her ass he wanted, it was his for the taking and she’d let him have her until he was spent and she lay there begging for more, but she needed that dominance.

Just as she began to doubt whether Carl could fully emulate his father, he surprised her again. She received several sharp, stinging slaps on her firm butt, before Carl unceremoniously withdrew his body from hers. Then he stepped backwards, finding his footing on the shiny wooden floor, before grabbing her hips and pulling her towards his hard body.To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.