Mom and the director

My name is Liu Yang. I was born into an ordinary family. My father runs a small factory, and my mother is a civil servant. So, our family's financial situation is quite good by local standards. Outsiders envy many aspects of our family, and I've always lived a life free from financial worries. I

especially want to mention my mother. At 44 years old, she shows no signs of aging. Her fair skin, delicate features, and proud breasts exude the unique charm of a mature woman. However, my mother is clearly aware of her advancing age, so she always sports a bob haircut, which often leads people to mistake her for a college student.

Whenever someone calls her "little girl" or asks which university she attends, my mother is always happy for a while, then feigns disappointment, telling them that her children are all grown up and getting old. But the pride she feels is obvious to anyone.

From as far back as I can remember, my mother has been my goddess. Parent-teacher conferences are my proudest moments; my classmates all look at me with envy. And my mother, standing among them, appears even more stunning.

I vaguely remember when my teacher visited my home. During our conversation, I was so engrossed in looking at my mother that I forgot what to say, and my mother would give me her captivating smile, which only made the teacher more mesmerized.

Walking down the street, my mother always attracted a lot of attention. A bunch of men would stare at her with lustful eyes, as if they wanted to devour her, but my mother didn't seem to care at all; in fact,

she seemed to enjoy it. I remember that every time my mother hugged me, I could smell a faint perfume on her. I would greedily inhale her scent. At that time, I didn't understand much about sex; I just thought the smell was pleasant and relaxing.

As I grew older, I began to understand what sex and sex were. I vaguely remember the first time I watched an adult film, I imagined the female lead as my mother, and the male lead as myself. That's how I experienced my first masturbation, and also the first time I felt something unusual about my mother.

From then on, I paid even more attention to my mother. Every day after school, I would snuggle into my mother's arms, nuzzling my head against her breasts. My mother, of course, didn't know that I was already aroused; she simply took it as her son's innocent affection, lovingly stroking my head and letting me do as I pleased in her arms.

From then on, I would try to take advantage of my mother whenever I had the chance, such as accidentally bumping her bottom while walking, or accidentally touching her breasts when we were face-to-face. Each time, my mother seemed completely unconcerned. Perhaps in her mind, I was still just a child, completely unaware that I had developed an interest in her body. As

I grew up, my initial indifference towards my mother gradually faded into the deepest recesses of my heart. Because in my eyes, my mother was like a goddess, sacred and inviolable.

Therefore, my desire for her was just a thought, at most a fantasy of doing erotic things with her and then releasing all my pent-up emotions.

However, a chance encounter changed my perspective. One day, my mother came home from work as usual. With nothing to do, I started playing with my mom's phone. For some reason, I inexplicably opened her text messages. A series of suggestive messages immediately caught my eye. Clearly, the recipients weren't my dad, but

a name I didn't recognize. I felt like I'd heard it somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place it. I slapped myself hard, hoping to recall something, but it was all in vain. So I stopped dwelling on it and quickly scanned the messages, constantly glancing around, afraid of my mom's sudden appearance. I didn't want her to know I'd discovered her secret.

The messages went from "I miss you" at the beginning to increasingly explicit ones, even including phrases like "I'm so wet." It made my blood boil; I felt my breathing quicken. Only after I finished reading all the messages did I put the phone back down with trembling hands.

Although I put the phone back, I was still incredibly excited. I never imagined my mother could be like that. My mother, whom I considered perfect and goddess-like, would send such obscene text messages. That

evening at dinner, looking at my mother's face, the content I'd seen during the day flashed through my mind. This thought immediately made my face turn bright red. My mother noticed and asked me with concern,

"What's wrong, son? Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?" Her question made me nervous. I thought to myself, "This is all because of you," and I knew I absolutely couldn't let her find out I knew her secret. "No, nothing,

just tired from studying,"

I replied, panting.

"Oh, I see. Then you should be careful in the future. Don't study too hard. Your health is the most important thing, honey." My mother smiled slightly at me, and that smile made my heart pound again. I couldn't believe that the mother in front of me was the same person who sent those kinds of text messages. Strangely enough, after seeing those text messages, my initial anger quickly turned into jealousy—jealousy of the man exchanging flirtatious messages with my mother.

From then on, my attitude towards my mother changed. She was still my mother, but in my heart, she was no longer a sacred and inviolable goddess, but just an ordinary, pretty woman.

When I was with my mother, my eyes were filled with a hint of lust, just like the way those men on the street looked at her. But I don't know if my mother noticed my change. I think she probably didn't. In her heart, I was still just a clueless child. I think she would never dream that the clueless child in her eyes was now desperately wanting to pounce on her and definitely play with her body.

For the next period of time, I frantically searched for evidence that my mother had a closer relationship with another man. But to my disappointment, I found nothing. Even when I secretly checked my mother's phone, I didn't find anything unusual. At this point, those flirtatious text messages were long gone from my mother's phone. I think it was just a coincidence that my mother forgot to delete them last time. But this coincidence sparked a seed of desire: I wanted to have my mother's seed.

Days passed, and I gained nothing. I began to doubt the authenticity of the text messages I'd seen that day. Perhaps my mother wasn't what I imagined at all; she was simply a loving wife and mother.

The seed of desire was gradually worn away by time. I grew from a little boy into a handsome young man. But fate is cruel. Just when I had forgotten that absurd childhood episode, an unexpected event reignited the flame that had died—or rather, it ignited a raging inferno.

I was 22, and my mother was 44.

I still vividly remember the day that changed the course of my life. It was a beautiful, sunny day, no different from any other. I was idly browsing the internet in my room, yawning, completely unaware that something momentous was about to happen, something that would change the course of my life.

"Yangyang, my computer keeps crashing. Do you have time to fix it for me?" I heard my mother's voice coming from the room.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

I lazily stood up from my chair and slowly walked out of the room. When I got to the living room, my mother walked towards me. She was wearing a dress and carrying a bag, looking like she was about to go out.

"Mom, are you going out?"

"Yes, Mom has to go out for a bit, so I'll leave the computer to you." "Yes, Mom."

I said, deliberately giving her a "leave it to me" look, which made Mom chuckle.

"You're such a grown-up, yet you're still so irresponsible. Okay, I'm in a hurry, I'm leaving now." Without waiting for my reply, Mom hurriedly left the house.

After entering Mom's room, I immediately saw the still-open computer. I plopped down in front of it and started fiddling with it. Actually, it wasn't a big deal; it was just that Mom didn't know any better and had installed a lot of random things, some of which conflicted, causing the computer to act this way.

This kind of small thing was no big deal for me, and I quickly fixed everything. Just as I was about to get up and go back to my room, a thought suddenly popped into my head: I was actually quite curious about what Mom usually watched. Since Mom's computer always had a password, I hadn't actually looked at it.

Although the password was practically useless to me, I hadn't touched it to avoid Mom finding out that I had secretly tampered with her computer. This was a perfect opportunity for me. After all, Mom had asked me to fix her computer, so she wouldn't suspect anything no matter how I looked at her.

I opened the browser and looked at Mom's browsing history; it was all boring websites. I didn't expect Mom to browse these things all the time—it's all about skincare. It seems Mom really cares a lot about her appearance.

Since I couldn't find anything surprising in Mom's browsing history, I closed the browser. Actually, when I first opened it, I was hoping Mom might be visiting some adult websites. After all, Mom is a woman, and I thought she must have needs in that area.

But I was disappointed. Then I opened File Explorer. I thought, who knows, maybe Mom secretly uploaded some adult movies, and then Dad and I could watch them together that night and try it out. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but get excited, and I felt a reaction down there. After

clicking, I found that most of the content was from Mom's workplace; there wasn't anything interesting. I was a little disappointed. Just as I was about to shut down the computer and leave, my hand unconsciously clicked on a folder and found a newly created folder inside. Mom usually names her folders, so why is this one suddenly appearing? Did she forget? Thinking this, I opened the folder.

To my surprise, instead of the expected files, it was a newly created folder. Seeing this, I secretly felt there was definitely something wrong. So I quickly sat up straight and continued opening folders. After clicking through several, I finally saw what was inside.

"Damn!"

I couldn't help but exclaim when I saw the contents. It was a folder full of pictures, of course, none of them were anything respectable.

I clicked on the first picture, ready to start looking from the beginning. So Mom likes to look at these things. I looked at the contents bit by bit. There were close-ups of breasts, close-ups of vaginas, and naturally, a picture of a man on top of a woman having sex. It was a pity I couldn't see the face.

The more I looked at the woman, the more familiar she seemed. Fair skin, a good figure, and those two large breasts... this woman looked a bit like my mother. I thought to myself, telling myself it couldn't be her, I must be mistaken.

I quickly scrolled through the pictures, searching for the answer in my mind, but my hand soon stopped. Because this picture showed a face—a woman being held down by a man, being brutally penetrated. The man's penis was clearly inserted into the woman's vagina.

I recognized the man; he was the director of my mother's workplace. And this woman, although the photo was a bit blurry, I couldn't possibly fail to recognize my mother's delicate face. So my mother really had cheated on me, really was being brutally violated by another man, and that man was her director.

I was incredibly agitated, but strangely, watching my mother being violated filled me not with anger, but with excitement. I didn't know why. I quickly calmed myself down, transferred all the photos from my mother's computer to a USB drive, then shut down the computer and fled back to my room.

Back in my room, I immediately opened the USB drive and slowly admired the precious photos. Although the woman in the photos was my mother, her behavior was completely different from how I knew her.

The mother in the photos had a seductive look on her face, eagerly pleasing the other person. As I looked, I couldn't help but reach into my pants and rub myself vigorously. Finally, I ejaculated while looking at the obscene photos of my mother. Just then, I heard my mother return. She said something was wrong; perhaps she was having a tryst with the bureau chief? Thinking this, I left the room. However, to my disappointment, my mother seemed no different than usual.

That evening, after my mother finished showering, I said I needed to shower too and rushed into the bathroom. In my memory, my mother didn't usually wash clothes right after showering. Sure enough, among the pile of clothes, I found what I was looking for: my mother's underwear.

I picked up her underwear and examined it carefully. Sure enough, there was a noticeable wet stain in the crotch area, along with a slight yellowish tinge. I held the underwear to my nose and smelled it. A fishy smell hit me; I knew that smell all too well—it was the smell of semen. It seemed Mom really had gone out with another man that afternoon.

After putting the underwear back, I couldn't calm down. My mind was filled with thoughts of how to see Mom being watched by another man.

The next day, after my parents went to work, I went to the electronics market and bought a lot of surveillance equipment, installing them all around the house. Of course, my parents wouldn't find out. This was the only hopeful method I'd come up with after thinking about it all night, since I still had very few clues. All

I could do now was hope for some unexpected discovery. For the first two days, I excitedly watched the surveillance footage as soon as I got home. Although I'd installed cameras in every corner of the house, I mainly focused on my parents' bedroom, since the probability of Mom cheating was higher there.

However, to my disappointment, for several days in a row, the videos showed empty rooms. Faced with this result, I felt a deep sense of defeat. It seemed that installing surveillance cameras at home was too foolish. If Mom really wanted to have an affair, there were plenty of other places out there. Why would she risk being discovered by bringing her lover home? I began to feel childish about my previous actions.

So, I went from diligently watching the videos every day, to casually scrolling through them, and then only watching them every few days. Gradually, I grew to dislike it and wanted to give up this stupid act.

That night, unlike usual, I didn't quickly scroll through the videos, holding no hope. Suddenly, a man and a woman appeared in the video, which instantly excited me. I quickly scrolled back, and the video showed Mom being sexually assaulted by her boss. Finally, my efforts paid off! I thought to myself, and pulled up the video from the entrance to the living room. I wanted to watch every single detail of Mom's affair.

"Director Song, the house is a bit messy, I'm sorry,"

Mom said apologetically as she invited the director into the house.

"Fenfen, you're too modest. Look how clean your house is, much better than mine. Unlike mine, my husband... sigh, never mind." "Chief, what are you saying? Your wife is much more capable than me." "Haha, look at you, you're obviously much more capable. Not only are you more skilled in your work, but also—" The chief said, pulling the mother into a tighter embrace and kissing her. The mother obediently closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and extended her tongue to meet the chief's kiss. Their tongues intertwined, and the only sound in the video was the sound of their kiss.

Although the director was old and ugly, Mom didn't seem to care. She kept sucking on his tongue, swallowing his saliva bit by bit. Director Song was clearly very satisfied with Mom's behavior, stroking her body while kissing her, making loud nasal sounds.

However, at this moment, Director Song only continued to caress Mom and didn't take any further action. After kissing for a few minutes, they reluctantly separated, a thin drop of clear water connecting their parted lips—that was, of course, their saliva.

"Fenfen, every time I kiss you, I feel so excited that I can't breathe. You're really amazing." "Look at what you're saying, Director. I'm the one who feels itchy down there every time you kiss me." As she said this, Mom deliberately rubbed her thighs. Seeing this, the director laughed heartily.

"Don't worry, I'll pamper you in a bit, my little darling."

The director gently tapped Mom's nose with his finger, a lewd smile on his face.

"You're so annoying—"

Mom said, twisting her body. I was utterly stunned. Was this really my familiar mother? Was this really the mother I used to love? At this moment, she seemed like a woman with unsatisfied desires, a woman who longed for a man to take her. How could my mother have become like this? I couldn't help but wonder, or was this the real side of my mother? Lost

in my thoughts, they had already entered the room.

"Fenfen, your legs are truly the best in the world. I've played with them for so many years and I'm still not tired of them." I saw Director Song lifting my mother's stockinged foot while stroking the stocking, feeling the silky smooth texture. As he played with it, the director put my mother's foot under his nose and took a deep breath.

"Fenfen, your feet have always smelled so good, always been so alluring. You're still the most beautiful when you wear stockings." "I know you like to see me in stockings, so today I specially wore your favorite lace-trimmed pair for you." As she spoke, my mother even lifted her short skirt, revealing everything beneath. How could Director Song withstand such stimulation? He grabbed his mother's small foot and put it in his mouth, sucking on her toes while making "delicious, delicious" sounds.

His mother lay on the bed, letting him savor her delicate feet. But I soon noticed that her breathing became rapid, and her face gradually flushed. "So, her feet are also an erogenous zone," I murmured to myself.

Director Song clearly noticed that his mother was getting into the mood, so he sucked even more vigorously, while constantly stroking her thighs. With each stroke, his mother felt a surge of electricity rush into her brain.

She began to writhe, her fingers in her mouth, her eyes closed, constantly making "ah—ah—" sounds.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, her watery eyes looking at the director.

"Director, please, stop playing with my feet."

"What's wrong?"

Director Song said, releasing her foot from his mouth, looking at his mother with a puzzled expression. At that moment, I saw that my mother's stockings were covered in Director Song's saliva.

"This, this—my pussy is so itchy."

As she spoke, my mother kept rubbing her thighs together, telling him just how much she craved his penis.

"Oh, is that so? But I've only just finished playing with this foot. I haven't played with the other one yet. After I've had my fill, I'll fuck you hard. Don't rush me." After saying that, Director Song picked up the other foot and began to taste it.

"This—Director Song, you're too much—"

At this moment, my mother's face was so red that it seemed like it could drip water. I thought that at this moment, my mother's pussy must be overflowing and soaking wet, and her panties might even be soaked. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but rub my penis with my hand. I thought to myself, this old man is really something. He has such a beautiful pussy but he doesn't enjoy it. Instead, he plays with her feet for so long.

But to be honest, my mother's legs are very sexy. I've masturbated with my mother's stockings several times. The feeling is still very exciting when I think about it now.

After a while, Director Song finally put down his mother's feet, satisfied, and climbed on top of her. Looking at her flushed face, he smiled and said,

"What did you beg me for just now?"

"I begged you to help me stop the itch."

His mother's voice was sweet and coquettish; I think any normal man would be aroused upon hearing that voice. However, Director Song remained calm and unhurried, probably because his mother had already been with him countless times.

"You shouldn't be begging like that."

"Good brother, please hurry up and use your big cock to fuck your sister hard." Saying this, his mother lifted herself up and kissed him. This time, Director Song finally couldn't hold back any longer. He ripped off his mother's short skirt. At this moment, I noticed that his mother's underwear was completely soaked with her vaginal fluid. He obviously noticed this too, smiling as he touched his wet underwear and teasingly said...

"You little slut, your panties are all soaked. Looks like you really are a slut." "Mmm—mmm—I am a slut, does this slut want big brother's big cock?" Seeing my mother actually calling me that, and seeing that she didn't seem to be pretending to please the director, was my mother really that promiscuous? Why had I never noticed before? A series of questions kept floating in my mind. Today's discovery completely changed my view of my mother. It seems there are still many things I don't know about my mother. I thought to myself as I watched the video carefully. At

this moment, Director Song finally took out his already erect penis, but from the video, I didn't see how big his penis was. Looking down at mine, I felt that mine was much thicker than Director Song's.

After taking out his penis, Director Song didn't immediately take off my mother's panties. Instead, he lifted my mother's legs, which were covered in stockings, and then slowly brought his penis closer to my mother's lower body. I saw him roll up the panties, revealing my mother's vulva.

Thick pubic hair covered my mother's vulva. As the saying goes, women with thick pubic hair often have a strong sex drive, and looking at my mother like this, I couldn't help but think that was quite true.

Before I could continue my wild thoughts, Director Song had already positioned his penis at the entrance of my mother's vulva. With a lean, he thrust his entire penis inside.

"Ah—so comfortable—so full—"

My mother cried out in pleasure as Director Song penetrated her. He smiled slightly at her and began to thrust. His penis moved in and out of my mother's vulva. Each thrust was accompanied by a large amount of vaginal fluid. This fluid naturally flowed onto the sheets, soaking them. This place, which

was originally the love nest built by my father and mother, had now become my mother's place of infidelity. Seeing this, I couldn't help but shake my head, thinking how pitiful my father was. He was working hard outside, while his wife was being fucked by another man at home, moaning incessantly.

"Brother—your cock is so amazing, it feels so good inside me—" Mom cried out loudly, enjoying the thrusting.

"Of course, tell me, is it my cock that feels better, or your husband's?" "Of course it's brother's, brother's cock feels so good, so comfortable." Mom said, shaking her head repeatedly. Saliva was even involuntarily dripping from her mouth. Mom's words were the perfect aphrodisiac for Director Song.

Sure enough, upon hearing my mother's words, Director Song thrust even more vigorously. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I felt the entire bed shaking, as if it couldn't withstand their intense activity.

What surprised me, however, was Director Song's incredible stamina at his age. He'd been going at it for so long, yet showed no sign of wanting to finish. It seemed that while Director Song's penis size wasn't an advantage, he had advantages in other areas.

"Little slut, I've been fucking you for so many years, and I never expected your pussy to still be so tight. It feels so good, your pussy is truly exquisite." So my mother and he had been maintaining this relationship for so long, which coincided with my previous suspicions. But why had I never noticed before? Was my mother's secrecy too good, or was I just too oblivious? Of course, I couldn't answer that now.

"You little slut, you've been working out to keep your pussy from getting too loose, so your brother can fuck you more!" "I didn't expect you to be so sensible. Well then, I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk anymore." With that, Director Song thrust hard a few times. Faced with this sudden impact, the mother naturally let out another loud moan.

"Brother, you're so amazing, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come, I'm going to come—ah—" the mother said, tensing her legs and trembling all over. At this moment, Director Song clearly realized that the woman in front of him was about to climax, so he slowed down the speed of his thrusts. He didn't want to finish so early.

With the mother's climax, her pussy began to contract violently. Director Song felt her pussy sucking his cock hard, as if trying to suck out all his semen. Then he felt a torrent flow out from deep inside the mother's body, constantly impacting his cock.

Director Song quickly took a deep breath to calm himself down. Faced with this double stimulation, even a seasoned veteran like him almost succumbed. Soon, Mom's vagina stopped contracting, and her legs, which had been supporting Director Song, drooped limply. She lay on the bed, panting heavily, seemingly savoring her recent climax.

Seeing that her climax had passed and the stimulation wasn't as intense, Director Song continued to enjoy Mom's vagina. Having just experienced an orgasm, Mom's body was even more sensitive than before, so she began to moan incessantly after Director Song's penetration.

"Ah—brother, you didn't ejaculate—"

"I said I was going to fuck you until you couldn't walk, how could I ejaculate so easily?" Director Song said, his movements not slowing down at all.

"Brother, so amazing, so capable—ah—"

Although Mom was still moaning, I could tell her voice wasn't as strong as before. Perhaps the recent orgasm had exhausted her energy.

After a while, I noticed that Director Song's movements slowed down. After all, he was getting old and his stamina couldn't last that long. I saw Director Song thrust into Mom a few times before pulling his penis out. The sudden emptiness in her lower body made Mom open her eyes, but before she could react, Director Song flipped her over.

He gripped his penis and inserted it from behind, then sat on top of her. This position allowed him to penetrate even deeper, and Mom clearly noticed this.

"Ah—so deep—your penis is so deep—so comfortable—" Faced with Mom's lewd words, she obviously didn't have the strength to respond, focusing only on his piston-like movements. I saw that Mom's back was covered in sweat, soaking her clothes.

This position made Director Song feel much more relaxed, and he recovered much of his previously depleted energy.

"Your pussy is absolutely gorgeous, I could fuck it a hundred times and never get tired of it."

"Ah—sister is always ready for brother to fuck her, sister's legs are always open for brother." Mother's words constantly stimulated Director Song, making him extremely excited. I saw him raise his hand and slap his mother's buttocks, the crisp sound echoing throughout the room.

"Ah—ah—"

Faced with Director Song's slaps, Mother actually let out a comfortable sound, which shocked me. Could Mother have SM tendencies? Thinking of this, I dared not continue to think.

Seeing Mother's state, Director Song's eyes turned red, and his hand slapped her buttocks harder and harder, Mother's originally snow-white buttocks gradually turned red.

With each slap of Director Song, Mother actually ushered in her second orgasm of the day. At this moment, Director Song was obviously in a frenzy, the speed of his thrusts was faster and faster.

I felt that Director Song was like a pile driver at this moment, and with each impact, I could hear the sound of his limp balls hitting the body. Having just climaxed, Mom couldn't withstand such intense thrusting. She buried her face in the bed, emitting faint moans.

Seeing Mom reduced to this state by Director Song, I felt a pang of sadness, but mostly excitement, and even more so, jealousy. I thought how wonderful it would be if I were the one on top of Mom right now, but that was just a fleeting thought.

"Brother—why aren't you coming yet—I—I'm going to be fucked to death—" Mom's weak voice filled him with a sense of conquest. After all, it was easy for him to have pleasure, but it wasn't so easy to make a woman completely submissive. Thinking that he was still so vigorous at his age, he laughed and continued thrusting forcefully.

"Ah—ah—ah—"

At this point, Mom had no strength left but to make these sounds. Finally, Director Song felt he was also nearing his limit and began his final sprint, shouting as he thrust.

"Little slut, are you comfortable today?"

"Comfortable—so comfortable—brother, you're fucking me so good—"

"Do you want brother's essence?"

"Ah—yes—shoot it all inside me—shoot it all in—" "Look at how slutty you are, I'll make sure you get pregnant and give me a son." "Ah—fuck this slut until she gets pregnant—I want to give you a son, shoot it all in—" Finally, stimulated by these words, Director Song finally released his pent-up desire, and streams of thick semen shot into his mother's body. His mother felt the hot semen constantly washing over her vagina, continuously penetrating deep into her body. This caused her to reach another orgasm.

Director Song tilted his head back while ejaculating, making sounds like a wild beast. His mother's delicate body trembled continuously. After ejaculating, Director Song realized how tired he was, lying on top of his mother, panting heavily. The two of them lay on the bed, motionless.

I saw Director Song's limp penis slip out of my mother's vagina, followed by streams of yellow semen mixed with her vaginal fluid.

After a long while, Director Song finally sat up, touched his now limp penis, and slapped her buttocks as she lay motionless on the bed.

"Come on, stop pretending, come help me clean up."

Hearing this, my mother struggled to sit up, crawled slowly to him, lowered her head, opened her mouth, and took his penis in, rubbing it with her tongue. Although he had just ejaculated, Director Song still moaned with pleasure at this service.

Unfortunately, due to his age, his penis could no longer get hard.

"Okay, get up."

Hearing Director Song's words, my mother obediently spat out his penis and sat down in front of him.

"Was it good today, you little slut?"

"Mmm—"

My mother whispered, nestled happily in his arms. After resting for a while, they got dressed and left. What they did next, I have no idea.

I reluctantly turned off the video, noticing my crotch was already soaked. To be honest, I don't even know how many times I ejaculated today.

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