My mother seduced me into incest.

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Last year, I scored very high on the college entrance exam and was admitted to a prestigious national university in Nanchang. This was exactly what my family wanted, because my aunt's family works in Nanchang. My mother said, "Great! Now you have someone to take care of you in Nanchang, and it'll be much easier for me to visit my sister."

My father said, "Wasn't that what we considered when we filled out our college applications?"

My mother said, "Now it's really come true. Back then it was just a choice, how could we not be happy?"

Actually, I later realized my mother's true intention: because I was going to university in Nanchang, she would have more opportunities to meet and have sex with me, while my father, of course, remained in the dark.

I am twenty-one years old this year, my mother is forty-three, and my father is forty-four. During the latter part of my high school years, I had many sexual desires for my mother, but I thought that she was, after all, my biological mother, so I could only bury these unrequited feelings deep in my heart.

The day I registered for school, my parents took me there together. Afterwards, we went to my aunt's house for a while. Before leaving, my mother told me to write home often if anything happened, and that if I missed her, she would come to the school.

Then they left Nanchang. At the end of last year, my parents called me, saying that my aunt's eldest son was getting married, and my mother was going to my aunt's house in Nanchang to attend the wedding ceremony. They told me not to come home yet, but to come with my mother to my aunt's house and spend the winter vacation together.

I never imagined that what I had longed for with my mother would happen so naturally.

I never thought my mother would be such a resourceful person; she is a mother who loves her son very much, and also a woman with a touch of whimsy at heart. I truly love her to death.

On January 23rd, I saw my mother at my aunt's house after not seeing her for more than four months. We were very happy, and my mother said that we would go home together in a few days. My aunt

even joked, "You're such a child who never grows up, needing your mother to pick you up?"

My mother said, "In my eyes, he will always be a child. I'm a little worried about him, and picking him up this time was just a convenience. I won't do this again."

There is no train from Nanchang to our home, only a car, a fourteen-hour journey each way. On the afternoon of January 26th, we boarded the 5 PM bus on our way home, marking the beginning of an unforgettable sexual encounter for my mother and me.

It was already winter, and after getting on the bus, we started watching videos. We were on a luxury minibus, and because my mother and I were sitting in the last row, around 9 PM, I drifted off to sleep amidst the turbulence. My mother was also sleepy, and shortly after finishing the video, she leaned against me and fell asleep as well. There were four of us in the back row. My mother sat on the far right, by the right window, and I sat to her left. The two passengers to my left were a woman in her thirties and what appeared to be her son, about six or seven years old. The boy was right next to me on the left, initially being quite playful with his mother, but eventually falling asleep.

Although the air conditioning was on, it was a winter night. When I woke up, I found that the military overcoat my father had brought for me to school had been draped over both my mother and me. I don't know when my mother covered us with the overcoat, but I'm sure it was her.

I drifted off to sleep, and I don't remember what time it was, but suddenly I felt a hand moving around my crotch. I was sure it was my mother's hand. Sometimes her hand would just sit there motionless, and other times it would squeeze my penis through my clothes with a little force. I didn't make a sound, assuming it was just something she was doing in her sleep.

Actually, I'd long harbored sexual fantasies about my mother, but at that moment I didn't understand what she meant. Firstly, I'd never had any sexual contact or experience with her, and secondly, we were on a crowded bus, and I didn't dare make any moves towards her. So, I didn't think much of her actions, assuming she'd just unintentionally placed her hand there.

After a while, my mother's hands were now groping forcefully, and she was consciously and clearly caressing and pinching my penis. I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, and could only pretend to be asleep. But how could I possibly be asleep? Seeing that I didn't react, and perhaps knowing I was pretending, my mother pressed her body closer to mine. In that instant, I felt my mother's full body, especially her left thigh, was particularly thick and warm. It seemed as if her left leg was deliberately pressing heavily on my right leg. I smelled my mother's wonderfully fragrant scent, a unique fragrance that only my mother could give off.
At
this moment, I still pretended not to be awake. Then, Mom started getting restless. Her finger movements were very obvious; sometimes she would squeeze my genitals hard, and sometimes she would gently stroke my penis, like caressing, but both times with great force.

Then, she quietly unzipped my pants and went deeper inside my waistband, directly touching my penis with her hand and pressing it up and down forcefully.

At that moment, I didn't know what to say, because everything had happened so suddenly. I only felt my penis was warm and incredibly large in my mother's small, fleshy hands. At that moment, I couldn't control myself anymore, nor could I predict what would happen next. I wanted my mother to caress me like that, so I slightly parted my legs to make it easier for her to caress me, but my eyes remained tightly closed.

Then, I heard my mother's soft sigh, warm and full of maternal love and allure, and felt her warm face close to mine. I knew my mother was awake now, and she understood my cooperation and my hints.

Actually, at that moment, I also really wanted to touch my mother's body, but I had never had any experience in this area, so I didn't dare to make any rash moves. My mother, after all, was over forty years old; her hand gripped my lower body tightly, completely without restraint, as if implying that I shouldn't be afraid and should let her touch me.

At that moment, I didn't know what to do. I could only passively submit to my mother's caresses. My mother is an accountant. She's very fair-skinned, with a pretty face, permed hair, and a fashionable and dignified appearance. She's about 1.6 meters tall, with a full figure, but not at all bulky. She has a voluptuous figure with large breasts, a wide bottom, and a slim waist. I especially love how she looks in summer dresses. When she walks, her ample hips sway, and her plump thighs look incredibly fair and sexy to me, her son.

Of course, my mother doesn't know what I'm thinking. When I was preparing for the college entrance exam, my mother told me many times that if I got into university, she would do anything I wanted! This shows her love for me. But my true thoughts are: Mom! How wonderful it would be if you could make love to me! Even if it was only once, how could I say that? Therefore, I could only embrace my mother's full body in countless dreams.

And so, my mother cuddled and touched me for over half an hour. I couldn't bear it any longer; I felt myself about to ejaculate, so I shifted my body, yawned, and stopped pretending to be asleep.

At that moment, my mother gently withdrew her hand, opened her eyes, and said to me: "You weren't asleep?"

I didn't react for a moment, saying: "Yes, I just woke up! I was asleep, I was asleep!"

Seeing my hesitant words, my mother chuckled softly, her voice low and somewhat ambiguous, saying: "Sleep again! This time, Mom will sleep well with you!"

As she spoke, her hand, hidden under her coat, began pressing against my lower body again, smiling broadly, not allowing me a reply: "There's plenty of time, get some sleep!"

She squeezed my hand tightly: "Okay?"

I could hear the unspoken meaning in her words; she still didn't let go, chuckling softly: "Mom and you still have ten hours before we get home! No rush."

Then, in a voice only I could hear, she whispered to me: "Was that okay?" Hmm?

My mother's smile was absolutely beautiful! Since my mother had made it clear, I was actually quite happy inside. But not wanting to show my excitement, I made small talk: "Yes! Okay! Okay! It's still a long way off! More than ten hours before we get home! Mom, are you cold?" My heart was in turmoil, and my words were incoherent.

My mother said softly and alluringly, "We have our coats, don't we? We're not afraid of anything! Go back to sleep."

In the dimly lit carriage, my mother's smile was incredibly seductive. My mother's surname is Xu, and at this moment, she truly resembled a seductive middle-aged woman. She was enticing her lustful son, and I began to indulge in my long-desired incestuous dreams. I thought to myself, "My mother is truly my blessing!" Then, my mother pressed her hand heavily on my thigh twice: "Isn't that right? What's there to be afraid of with this coat covering you?"

At this moment, I understood everything. It turned out that before this, my mother had deliberately touched my lower body, cleverly concealing it all with the coat. Besides, it was late at night, and everyone on the train was asleep. Next to me was an innocent child. Only my mother and I knew about our incestuous actions under the coat.

Aside from making love, no one else could possibly know what we were doing under that heavy military coat. I stopped pretending to be oblivious and found it very exciting. I kept thinking, "My mother is so good." A strong desire to have sex with my mother, something I had never felt before, surged within me. However, this was on the train, and making love was absolutely impossible. I could only let my mother caress me, feeling how warm and full her body was. I really wanted to reach inside her vagina and explore, but I was also a little afraid.

So we continued sleeping. Mom seemed to sense my thoughts. While she was touching my genitals, she began guiding my hand to touch hers.

But I could only touch her through her clothes. At first, it was alright, but later, I felt unsatisfied and used my eyes and fingers to signal to Mom that it wasn't easy to touch her! Mom understood my meaning, so she leaned back in the car seat, trying to project her genitals forward to make it easier for me to touch her. Then, under her coat, she loosened her belt and led my hand to the depths of my long-desired flower.

Twenty-one years ago, this was where I was born, and now it was the place where Mom and I both wanted to engage in a physical struggle and battle. Good heavens! Until I was twenty-one years old, I had never touched any woman. This was the first time I touched a woman's private parts with my hands, and it was my own mother's private parts. At this time, I felt that my mother's lower body was already soaked, and the warm juice was dripping all over it. When I reached down and further touched my mother's tender pussy, I felt my mother's legs clamping my fingers tightly. I felt that it was hairy there, and the tender meat was tight, wet, and warm.

I don't know what to do next? Mom may have seen what I meant, she opened her thighs slightly, took my hand with her hand under the coat, and stroked it quickly on her plump vagina. Seeing that I hesitated to use force, she whispered in my ear, "Use force, it's okay!"

No one on the bus was awake; only my mother and I were engaged in a deep sexual exchange under our coats. My fingers touched the plump, tender flesh of my mother's vulva, and in her hand was my rock-hard penis. On the moving luxury bus, my mother and I were immersed in the boundless pleasure of this mother-son sexual intimacy. No one knew our secret, only my beloved mother and I.

I thought my mother was so considerate; she seemed to know everything about her son. But in my heart, I thought: How wonderful it would be if my mother could be so close to me, skin to skin?

At this moment, while accepting my caresses, my mother seemed somewhat unsatisfied. She repeatedly pressed her hand against my penis, gesturing for me to touch her genitals more vigorously. She moaned softly, her eyes half-closed. Eventually, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. My mother seemed to realize I was about to ejaculate and wiped me repeatedly with her handkerchief.

Later, during our lovemaking, my mother mentioned that she had also experienced two uncontrollable orgasms on the bus, which explained the large amount of fluid she produced and the fact that her pants were completely soaked. I had been oblivious then, unaware of her orgasms, and hadn't shown her any tenderness. Hearing this truly moved me.

After I ejaculated, my mother's hand was clasped tightly to mine under her coat. I held hers, she held mine, and we didn't let go. My mother's hand was soft and small. I knew that this exchange of hands between us, mother and son, was a silent symbol of our established sexual relationship, a silent expression of love. Holding my mother's slender hand that was still tightly caressing my penis, I, as her son, felt like the happiest person in the world.

The next morning, around seven o'clock, we got off the bus. At that moment, my mother and I both knew that after that night on the bus, our relationship was no longer just that of mother and son, and we knew what to do next. My mother carried my luggage ahead, eagerly heading home. I followed behind, gazing at my mother's full, round buttocks. I thought to myself, she's only forty-three. Although her figure is more robust than a young woman's, I thought, a mother is a mother. Isn't making love with my own mother a unique experience? I knew that beneath my mother's dignified exterior, her passionate love for her son was simply hidden by her winter clothes.

Recalling my mother's initiative in the car that night, imagining our experiences together over the past few hours, I thought, my mother's lower body, wet and warm, must be anxiously awaiting my arrival. My mother's snow-white, plump body would definitely belong to me. I said: "Mom!" My dear mother, as soon as we get home, let's go to bed, okay? Mom didn't say anything, just looked up, pursed her lips, smiled at me, then took my hand and quickened her pace home...

That day, Dad wasn't home. As soon as we got home, my mother and I didn't do anything, we went straight to bed, took off our clothes, and tightly embraced each other naked. Mom hurriedly said, "Son, fuck me, fuck Mom!" As she spoke, she spread her legs, grabbed my already hard penis, and pulled it towards her already wet cunt. She thrust it in immediately and started making love with me wildly. In our first time making love, we did it three times in a row. Watching my mother's panting body and hearing her passionate kisses sweeter than honey, I felt an overwhelming surge of passion. During the nearly hour-long intercourse, my mother kept saying with pleasure: "Ah, Mom feels so good! Son, be gentle, be gentle, Mom is almost being fucked to death!" My mother's moans and groans were so captivating and stimulating, bringing me such sexual bliss and excitement. I wanted these moans and groans to accompany me throughout my entire vacation, to accompany me for the rest of my life…

Last year, I scored very high on the college entrance exam and was admitted to a prestigious national university in Nanchang. This suited my family perfectly, because my aunt's family worked in Nanchang. My mother said, "That's great, now you have someone to take care of you in Nanchang, and it will be much more convenient for me to visit my sister."

Dad said, "Wasn't this exactly what we considered when we filled out our college applications?"

Mom said, "Now it's really come true. Back then it was just a choice, how could we not be happy?"

Actually, I later realized Mom's true intention: because I went to university in Nanchang, she would have more opportunities to meet and have sex with me, while Dad, of course, remained in the dark.

I'm twenty-one this year, Mom is forty-three, and my dad is forty-four. During the latter part of high school, I had many sexual desires for Mom, but I thought, she is, after all, my biological mother, so I could only bury this secret crush in my heart.

That day, when I went to school to register, my parents took me there together. Afterwards, we went to my aunt's house for a while. Before leaving, my mother told me to write home often if anything happened, and that if I missed her, she would come to the school.

Then they left Nanchang. At the end of last year, my parents called me and said that my aunt's eldest son was getting married, and my mother was going to my aunt's house in Nanchang to attend the wedding ceremony. They asked me not to come home yet, but to come back with my mother to my aunt's house and spend the winter vacation together.

I never imagined that what I had longed for with my mother would happen so naturally.

I never imagined my mother would be such a resourceful person. She's a mother who loves her son very much, and also a woman with a touch of whimsy at heart. I absolutely adore her.

On January 23rd, I met my mother at my aunt's house after not seeing her for over four months. We were very happy. My mother said we'd go home together in a few days.

My aunt jokingly said, "You're such a child, you still need your mother to pick you up?"

My mother replied, "In my eyes, he'll always be a child. I'm a little worried about him, so picking him up this time was just a convenience. I won't do that again."

There are no trains from Nanchang to our home, only buses, a fourteen-hour journey each way. On the afternoon of January 26th, we boarded the 5 PM bus to return home, marking the beginning of an unforgettable sexual experience for my mother and me.

It was already winter, and after boarding the bus, we started watching videos. We were on a luxury minibus, and because my mother and I were sitting in the last row, around 9 PM, I drifted off to sleep on the bus amidst the turbulence. My mother was also sleepy, and shortly after finishing the video, she leaned against me and fell asleep as well. There were four of us in the back row. My mother sat on the far right, by the right window, and I sat to her left. The two passengers to my left were a woman in her thirties and what appeared to be her son, about six or seven years old. The boy was right next to me on the left, initially being quite playful with his mother, but eventually falling asleep.

Although the air conditioning was on, it was a winter night. When I woke up, I found that the military overcoat my father had brought for me to school had been draped over both my mother and me. I don't know when my mother covered us with the overcoat, but I'm sure it was her.

I drifted off to sleep, and I don't remember what time it was, but suddenly I felt a hand moving around my crotch. I was sure it was my mother's hand. Sometimes her hand would just sit there motionless, and other times it would squeeze my penis through my clothes with a little force. I didn't make a sound, assuming it was just something she was doing in her sleep.

Actually, I'd long harbored sexual fantasies about my mother, but at that moment I didn't understand what she meant. Firstly, I'd never had any sexual contact or experience with her, and secondly, we were on a crowded bus, and I didn't dare make any moves towards her. So, I didn't think much of her actions, assuming she'd just unintentionally placed her hand there.

After a while, my mother's hands were now groping forcefully, and she was consciously and clearly caressing and pinching my penis. I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, and could only pretend to be asleep. But how could I possibly be asleep? Seeing that I didn't react, and perhaps knowing I was pretending, my mother pressed her body closer to mine. In that instant, I felt my mother's full body, especially her left thigh, was particularly thick and warm. It seemed as if her left leg was deliberately pressing heavily on my right leg. I smelled my mother's wonderfully fragrant scent, a unique fragrance that only my mother could give off.
At
this moment, I still pretended not to be awake. Then, Mom started getting restless. Her finger movements were very obvious; sometimes she would squeeze my genitals hard, and sometimes she would gently stroke my penis, like caressing, but both times with great force.

Then, she quietly unzipped my pants and went deeper inside my waistband, directly touching my penis with her hand and pressing it up and down forcefully.

At that moment, I didn't know what to say, because everything had happened so suddenly. I only felt my penis was warm and incredibly large in my mother's small, fleshy hands. At that moment, I couldn't control myself anymore, nor could I predict what would happen next. I wanted my mother to caress me like that, so I slightly parted my legs to make it easier for her to caress me, but my eyes remained tightly closed.

Then, I heard my mother's soft sigh, warm and full of maternal love and allure, and felt her warm face close to mine. I knew my mother was awake now, and she understood my cooperation and my hints.

Actually, at that moment, I also really wanted to touch my mother's body, but I had never had any experience in this area, so I didn't dare to make any rash moves. My mother, after all, was over forty years old; her hand gripped my lower body tightly, completely without restraint, as if implying that I shouldn't be afraid and should let her touch me.

At that moment, I didn't know what to do. I could only passively submit to my mother's caresses. My mother is an accountant. She's very fair-skinned, with a pretty face, permed hair, and a fashionable and dignified appearance. She's about 1.6 meters tall, with a full figure, but not at all bulky. She has a voluptuous figure with large breasts, a wide bottom, and a slim waist. I especially love how she looks in summer dresses. When she walks, her ample hips sway, and her plump thighs look incredibly fair and sexy to me, her son.

Of course, my mother doesn't know what I'm thinking. When I was preparing for the college entrance exam, my mother told me many times that if I got into university, she would do anything I wanted! This shows her love for me. But my true thoughts are: Mom! How wonderful it would be if you could make love to me! Even if it was only once, how could I say that? Therefore, I could only embrace my mother's full body in countless dreams.

And so, my mother cuddled and touched me for over half an hour. I couldn't bear it any longer; I felt myself about to ejaculate, so I shifted my body, yawned, and stopped pretending to be asleep.

At that moment, my mother gently withdrew her hand, opened her eyes, and said to me: "You weren't asleep?"

I didn't react for a moment, saying: "Yes, I just woke up! I was asleep, I was asleep!"

Seeing my hesitant words, my mother chuckled softly, her voice low and somewhat ambiguous, saying: "Sleep again! This time, Mom will sleep well with you!"

As she spoke, her hand, hidden under her coat, began pressing against my lower body again, smiling broadly, not allowing me a reply: "There's plenty of time, get some sleep!"

She squeezed my hand tightly: "Okay?"

I could hear the unspoken meaning in her words; she still didn't let go, chuckling softly: "Mom and you still have ten hours before we get home! No rush."

Then, in a voice only I could hear, she whispered to me: "Was that okay?" Hmm?

My mother's smile was absolutely beautiful! Since my mother had made it clear, I was actually quite happy inside. But not wanting to show my excitement, I made small talk: "Yes! Okay! Okay! It's still a long way off! More than ten hours before we get home! Mom, are you cold?" My heart was in turmoil, and my words were incoherent.

My mother said softly and alluringly, "We have our coats, don't we? We're not afraid of anything! Go back to sleep."

In the dimly lit carriage, my mother's smile was incredibly seductive. My mother's surname is Xu, and at this moment, she truly resembled a seductive middle-aged woman. She was enticing her lustful son, and I began to indulge in my long-desired incestuous dreams. I thought to myself, "My mother is truly my blessing!" Then, my mother pressed her hand heavily on my thigh twice: "Isn't that right? What's there to be afraid of with this coat covering you?"

At this moment, I understood everything. It turned out that before this, my mother had deliberately touched my lower body, cleverly concealing it all with the coat. Besides, it was late at night, and everyone on the train was asleep. Next to me was an innocent child. Only my mother and I knew about our incestuous actions under the coat.

Aside from making love, no one else could possibly know what we were doing under that heavy military coat. I stopped pretending to be oblivious and found it very exciting. I kept thinking, "My mother is so good." A strong desire to have sex with my mother, something I had never felt before, surged within me. However, this was on the train, and making love was absolutely impossible. I could only let my mother caress me, feeling how warm and full her body was. I really wanted to reach inside her vagina and explore, but I was also a little afraid.

So we continued sleeping. Mom seemed to sense my thoughts. While she was touching my lower body, she began to guide my hand to touch her lower body as well.

However, I could only touch her through her clothes. At first, it was okay, but later, I felt unsatisfied and used my eyes and fingers to indicate to Mom that it wasn't easy to touch her! Mom understood what I meant, so she leaned back in the car seat, trying to make her lower body protrude forward so that it would be easier for me to touch her. Then, she loosened her belt under her coat and led my hand to the depths of the flower core that I had been longing for.

Twenty-one years ago, this was the place where I was born, but now it is the place where my mother and I both want to fight and fight. Oh my gosh! Until I was twenty-one years old, I had never touched any woman. This was the first time I touched a woman's private parts with my hands, and it was my own mother's private parts. At this time, I felt that my mother's lower body was already soaked, and the warm juice was dripping all over it. When I reached down and further touched my mother's tender pussy, I felt my mother's legs clamping my fingers tightly. I felt that it was hairy there, and the tender meat was tight, wet, and warm.

I don't know what to do next? My mother probably sensed my intention. She gently spread her legs and, under her coat, took my hand in hers, rapidly stroking it against her plump vulva. Seeing that I hesitated to use force, she whispered in my ear, "Use force, it's okay!"

No one else on the bus was awake; only my mother and I were engaged in a deep sexual exchange under the coat. My fingers touched my mother's tender vulva, and in her hand was my rock-hard penis. On the moving luxury bus, my mother and I were immersed in the boundless pleasure of this mother-son sexual intimacy. No one knew our secret, only my beloved mother and I.

I thought my mother was so considerate; she seemed to know everything about her son's thoughts. But in my heart I thought: How wonderful it would be if Mom could be so close to me, skin to skin?

At this moment, while Mom was accepting my caresses, she might also feel unsatisfied, so she kept pressing her hand against my penis and signaling me to touch her genitals harder. She was moaning softly, her eyes half-closed. Later, I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated. Mom seemed to realize that I was about to ejaculate and wiped me with her handkerchief again and again.

Later, during our lovemaking, my mother mentioned that she had experienced two uncontrollable orgasms in the car, which explained the large amount of fluid she produced and the soaking wet front of her pants. I was oblivious then, unaware of her orgasms, and didn't reciprocate with tenderness. Hearing this deeply moved me. After ejaculation,

my mother's hand was tightly clasped with mine under her coat. I held hers, she held mine, and we held on tightly. My mother's hands were soft and delicate. I knew that this exchange of hands between us, a silent symbol of our established sexual relationship, was a form of unspoken love. Holding my mother's slender hand, which had been tightly caressing my penis, I, as her son, felt like the happiest person in the world.

The next morning, around seven o'clock, we got off the bus. At that moment, my mother and I both knew that after that night on the bus, our relationship was no longer just that of mother and son, and we knew what to do next. My mother carried my luggage ahead, eagerly heading home. I followed behind, looking at my mother's full, round buttocks, thinking that she was only forty-three years old. Although her figure was more robust than that of a young woman, I thought, a mother is a mother. Isn't making love with your own mother a unique experience? I know that beneath my mother's dignified exterior, her burning love for her son is simply hidden by her winter clothes.

Recalling her initiative in the car that night, imagining our hours together, I think her lower body, moist and warm, is anxiously awaiting my arrival; her snow-white, plump body will surely belong to me. I say: "Mom! My dear mother, as soon as we get home, let's go to bed, okay?" My mother didn't say anything, just looked up, smiled at me with pursed lips, then took my hand and quickened her pace home...

My father wasn't home that day. As soon as we got home, my mother and I didn't do anything, we went straight to bed, took off our clothes, and tightly embraced each other naked. My mother hurriedly said, "Son, fuck me, fuck your mother!" As she spoke, she spread her legs, grabbed my already hard penis, and pulled it towards her already wet and juicy cunt. She thrust it in immediately and began to make love to me wildly. In our first time making love, we did it three times in a row. Watching my mother's panting body and hearing her passionate kisses sweeter than honey, I felt an overwhelming surge of passion. During the nearly hour-long intercourse, my mother kept saying with pleasure: "Ah, Mom feels so good! Son, be gentle, be gentle, Mom is almost being fucked to death!" My mother's moans and groans were so alluring and stimulating, so incredibly satisfying and exciting. I want those moans and groans to accompany me throughout my entire vacation, to accompany me for the rest of my life…

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