My attractive, 38 yr old mother was divorced, but still had a huge sex drive. I discovered her giving one of my high school boyfriends a handjob one day, and realized it turned me on. I began sharing my boyfriends with her throughout high school and college....and, of course, none of them ever complained.
I guess I just got used to my mother checking out my boyfriends.... pretty much ever since I began dating around sophomore year in high school. My father left when I was about ten, and mom needed attention. I get it. She had a really high sex drive.... something she definitely passed on to me.... and with my father out of the picture, she just turned her sexual interests to whatever was close at hand. I knew she had plenty of dates and was getting her fair share of cock, because I’d heard her on the phone several times with guys that she’d fucked, or was making plans to fuck, so I wasn’t totally surprised that she’d sprinkle some of that seductive energy onto the guys I was dating.
For some reason it didn’t really bother me that she’d shower attention on the guys I brought home to meet her.... I liked that she liked the guys I dated.... it seemed to make my dating life a whole lot easier. And since my mother was still a very attractive 38 year old, with long auburn hair, blue eyes, and big 36DD boobs, none of my boyfriends ever complained. In fact, they all tended to revel in it.... telling me she was a MILF, and always looking for reasons to stop by my house to visit.
My mother and I joked about the fact that I was good at picking boyfriends.... they tended to be handsome, athletic types, who treated me well, had pretty big dicks, and were good in the sack. And.... since I had inherited my mother’s good looks and large tits, I never really had any difficulty landing whichever guys I set my sights on.
Given that my mother had many and varied sexual partners during my high school years, she pretty much let me do whatever I wanted when it came to dating. This meant I stayed out as late as I wanted.... and even had guys stay overnight in my room when our fuck sessions lasted longer than expected.
This unique dynamic continued all through my high school years. We were almost like roommates most of the time.... especially when it came to talking about my boyfriends.
Then, one day late in my junior year, my boyfriend at the time.... a senior who pitched for our high school baseball team.... came to my house to pick me up while I was still in the shower preparing for our date. He had met my mother several times, so she was happy to invite him in while I finished getting ready.
About twenty minutes later, I came downstairs and headed for the kitchen, where I thought I could hear them talking softly. I guess I was extra quiet, and they must not have heard my footsteps on the stairs, because when I turned the corner to step into the kitchen, my eyebrows shot up in surprise. I saw Tyler leaning against the counter, with his head thrown back, his zipper pulled down, and my mother standing next to him eagerly stroking his stiff hard-on.
They didn’t hear me or see me come into the kitchen.... Tyler’s eyes were closed, as he moaned softly and rocked his hips into my mother’s pumping fist; and my mother was standing next to him.... rubbing her soft breasts against his arm.... totally focused on jerking his engorged cock.
Since neither of them saw me, I quietly stepped back into the hallway and peeked around the kitchen doorway to continue spying on my mother fondling Tyler’s erection. I was totally surprised.... both by the idea that my mom would be stroking my boyfriend’s boner, and also by the fact that I found it extremely arousing.... I could feel my pussy getting moist and my nipples beginning to stiffen, as I watched and listened to my mother’s enthusiastic handjob.
“Yeah, Tyler.... how’s that feel.... you like that, right?.... God, what a great cock you have.... a little faster?.... how’s this?....”
With his eyes still closed, Tyler kept mumbling softly and nodding his head, as he rocked his hips.... shoving his stiff rod in and out of my mother’s caressing palm.
“Oh, my God.... oh, my God.... yeah.... yeah.... just like that....”
I continued to watch from the hallway as Tyler suddenly let out a muffled grunt and blasted out several streams of creamy, white cum from the tip of his prick.... most of it landing with a splat on the kitchen floor, while some of it poured over the fingers of my mom’s jerking hand.
Still in a bit of shock, but totally aware of my wet vagina and tinging clit, I quietly re-traced my steps back upstairs, then took a few minutes to remove my damp undies and put on new panties. I was sure to make some noise as I went back downstairs and entered the kitchen, saying, “Ok.... I’m all set.... are you ready to go, Tyler?”
I noticed that Tyler’s mess had been wiped up from the floor, and that my mother was grinning like a Cheshire cat, as she stood at the counter trying to look busy. I chuckled to myself at the vacant, euphoric look on my boyfriend’s face.... like he just woke up from a deep sleep.... as we headed out to his car to begin our date.
As soon as we got into the car, I couldn’t keep my hands off Tyler’s cock... I unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick.... gently playing with his shaft and fondling his nut sack all the way to the restaurant. I wasn’t at all surprised that he got hard again right away.... I knew from experience that he had a great recovery time.
I nestled my head on his shoulder as Tyler was driving, gliding my hand up and down his thick hard-on, and said, “Sorry you had to wait so long, Ty.... you got to the house a little earlier than I expected.”
Tyler smiled at me and said, “No problem, Amalia.... your mother kept me company.... she took really good care of me while you were getting ready.” I chuckled to myself as I appreciated the double meaning of his comment.
When we got to the restaurant, I tucked his stiff penis back into his pants and pulled up his zipper. He unconsciously adjusted his erection through his slacks as we climbed out of the car and headed into the restaurant.
We had a nice dinner, but the entire time we were eating, I was totally aware that my panties had become wet again, and that my stiff nipples were poking through my top. I hadn’t worn a bra for our date, which was pretty typical for me, and I felt like the entire restaurant could see the huge bumps my nipples were creating in my blouse.... which was making my vagina even wetter.
I leaned over, patted Tyler’s still hard prick through his slacks, and told him I wanted to skip dessert so we could get the check and leave. I couldn’t wait to get out to his car and find a place to park, so I could lose my drenched undies, straddle his hips, and bounce up and down on his rigid boner until I erupted.
With a big grin, Tyler agreed, and we hurried out to the car, quickly drove to our favorite fuck spot behind the post office, and parked. Before the engine was even turned off, I had slipped off my panties and unbuttoned my blouse so Tyler could play with my dangling boobs. I unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick rod, and leaned over to suck it into my mouth. I began bobbing my head up and down on his engorged prick... enjoying the sensation of his rock-hard cock banging against the back of my throat. After just a few minutes, I pulled his rigid pole out of my mouth, quickly straddled his hips, then slid the tip of his erection into my dripping vagina. I let out a long, guttural moan as I slowly lowered myself onto his stiff boner.
“Ooooooohhhhhhhh..... yeeeaaaahhhhh....”
Oh, my God, that felt incredible. I closed my eyes and relished the euphoric sensation of a big, thick cock hitting all the right spots as it slid deeper and deeper into my sopping wet cunt.
Tyler played with my heavy tits as they swung back and forth between us, while I began bouncing up and down on his steely pole until he was all the way inside me. Holy shit, the sensations coursing through my pussy were intense.... I was so aroused, I had my first orgasm after the second time my clit hit the base of his rigid penis on one of my downward thrusts.
“Fuck, yeah.... yeah.... my God, I’m cumming already.... ah.... ah.... aaaaahhhhhh.... aaaaaahhhhhh.... hmmmmm.... oh, my God, that feels amazing.... ooooooohhhhhh...”
I’ve been blessed with the ability to have multiple orgasms in succession, and I came three more times in just a few minutes, as I continued bouncing up and down on Tyler’s erection.
“Holy fuck, Ty.... I can’t stop cumming...” I moaned, while enjoying the tingly climaxes coursing through my body, as I creamed all over his pounding prick, over and over.
With my eyes closed, I smiled to myself and kept twerking my hips.... sliding my drenched cunt up and down on Tyler’s raging hard-on.... as I enjoyed my ebbing orgasms and worked at getting Tyler to cum inside me. We shared a deep, tongue-filled kiss that seemed to last forever, as he squeezed the flesh of my jiggling boobs, occasionally pinched my turgid nipples, and plunged his engorged cock in and out of my dripping wet pussy.
As I enjoyed my waning climax, and kept sliding up and down on Tyler’s stiff pole, I pulled back from our kiss and gasped, “I saw my mom jerking you off in the kitchen.”
His eyebrows shot up, and his eyes got big, then he coughed and stammered a bit, as he tried to figure out what to say.
“What?.... I.... but.... it wasn’t.... it.... you...”
I continued bouncing up and down on his hard prick, as I laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it, Ty.... I know it’s kind of crazy, but it actually turned me on.... I could barely wait to get your cock inside me after dinner tonight.”
That seemed to push him over the edge, and he grabbed my ass.... hard.... as he plunged his rigid boner deep inside my pussy and blasted a huge load of cum all over the walls of my cunt.
He kept slamming his dick in and out of my vagina, as he emptied his nutsack and enjoyed the lingering remnants of his climax. When he was finally done cumming, I collapsed onto him, with my head on his chest and his stiff prick still deep inside me, as we caught our breath and enjoyed the aftermath of our intense orgasms.
Finally satiated, I climbed off of Tyler’s still hard penis, pulling it out of my sloppy vagina with a ‘plop’, then used my panties to clean up between my legs. I leaned over and sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth.... then cleaned off his entire shaft with my lips and tongue, before tucking it back inside his slacks and pulling up the zipper.
Afterwards, with my head leaning against his chest, and one of his arms draped over my shoulder.... Tyler drove me home to drop me off, fondling my breasts inside my unbuttoned blouse the entire way.
When he pulled up in front of my house, I gave him a long, deep kiss, as he continued squeezing my wobbling tits. I let him enjoy my boobs for another minute or two, then playfully pulled away and climbed out of the car.
I leaned back into the open passenger side window for one last kiss.... reaching as far over as I could go, and letting my naked breasts sway and jiggle above the empty car seat. Not unexpectedly, Tyler reached over for a final squeeze of my dangling breasts, and a little pinch of my nipples, before I finally giggled.... pried his hands off my boobs and buttoned up my blouse.... then turned and headed up the sidewalk to my porch.
When I stepped through the front door, I heard the shower running upstairs.... so I knew my mother was using our shared bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. I went to my room, took off my clothes, then quietly slipped into the bathroom and stepped into the shower stall with her.
We’d shared a lot of things over the years, but I had never showered with her before, so her eyebrows arched a bit when she saw me enter the stall.... she smiled and said, “Well, this is a surprise.... what’s up?”
I gave her a wry smile... then reached out and gently caressed one of her heavy breasts, pulling gently on the nipple with my fingers, and said, “I saw you give Tyler a handjob in the kitchen before our date.”
With a mixture of surprise and guilt on her face, she said, “Oh, honey.... I’m so sorry you saw that.... I guess I was really horny tonight.... and I could see the outline of Tyler’s cock in those tight pants he was wearing.... I just lost control.... did it, uh... ruin your date?”
I giggled and said, “No... it’s OK, mom.... actually, it totally turned me on.... I could barely wait to get his dick inside me until after we ate.... I think I had four orgasms tonight.”
We both laughed, and I added, “Yeah... I agree with you.... he does have a pretty impressive cock, doesn’t he?”
Still laughing, we shared a hug under the warm spray of the running water, as she nodded and said, “Holy shit, you’re not kidding....”
After our hugging moment passed, my mother grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering up my tits.... gently squeezing the flesh with her hands, and rubbing her thumbs back and forth over my stiffening nipples. Her attention to my boobs felt wonderful, and I realized I was still extremely turned on from watching her stroking Tyler’s hard-on in the kitchen, and my delicious orgasms in the car after dinner.
My mom continued to caress my breasts with one hand, as she reached her other hand down between us and started running her fingers along my pussy lips... eventually finding my clitoris and rubbing little circles around the engorged tip.
I spread my legs slightly to give her better access, then closed my eyes and moaned, murmuring, “Hmmmmm... that feels good...”
Wallowing in the warm sensations emanating between my legs, I smiled, and said, “I think I like the thought of sharing my boyfriends with you, mom.... when Tyler fucked me after dinner tonight, I came harder than I ever have before.... and I think it’s because I saw you jerking him off in the kitchen...”
She giggled, and said, “Oh, sweetie... I love that idea.”
She began sliding her fingers in and out of my pussy, and spending extra time rubbing the tip of my plump nub, as she mused, “I don’t know why, but I always seem to be looking for a nice, hard cock to get my hands on..... it’s kind of like an itch that just always needs to be scratched...”
I chuckled and said, “Yeah... I know... I’ve heard some of your phone conversations.”
Mom let out a somewhat guilty laugh, as she continued massaging my tits and flicking my clitoris. I moaned and mewled for a few more minutes, then suddenly let out a muffled cry and creamed all over the probing fingers between my legs.
“Oh, mom.... oh.... oh.... God, that feels good.... yeah.... just like that.... yeah.... right there.... yeah..... aaaaahhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhhh.... holy shit, mom.... yeeeeaaahhhhh.... hmmmmmm...”
My climax was so intense, I thought my legs might buckle... but they managed to hold me up as I rocked my hips and wallowed in my intense, electrifying orgasm.
Breathing hard and giggling at our newfound intimacy, my mom and I spent a few quiet minutes under the warm, streaming water while I enjoyed my ebbing climax. Then we finished our shower, dried off, and headed to bed for the night.
After that, I always let my mother check out my boyfriends whenever they came to the house. Most of the sex I had with my boyfriends was just between the two of us, but when mom was horny and didn’t have a date, she’d either fuck them while I watched TV, or we’d let her join us for a threesome. I seemed to have a knack for picking guys who had amazing cocks, so between having stiff dicks pounding our pussies, and getting plenty of tongue and finger action on our clits, my mother and I enjoyed lots of mutual orgasms. And, of course, none of my boyfriends ever complained....
After high school, I broke up with Tyler and went off to college in Florida, where I managed to attract the attention of a lot of my classmates. This actually wasn’t too difficult, since almost all the co-eds attended classes in bikini tops and shorts.... my heavy hangers were a big hit from day-one.
Some of the guys I dated.... some I just fucked for fun.... but I can definitely say I thoroughly enjoyed my introduction to college life. On occasion I’d bring one of them home for a long weekend, and... of course... to meet my mother. She always enjoyed checking them out.... which usually ended up with her fucking them or giving them a blowjob during their visit. I always enjoyed those weekends.... and from what I could tell, my boyfriends really did, too.
Somewhere in the middle of my senior year I met Hugh, another senior, who I started dating exclusively late in our fall semester. He was attractive, smart, and funny.... and had an impressive, 9” cock.... which I loved having stuffed deep inside my pussy just about any time we weren’t in class or studying.
As we moved from winter into spring that year, I realized I couldn’t really afford to go on a spring break trip, so I invited Hugh to spend that week with me at my home, instead, and to meet my mother. He thought that sounded like a good idea, and when classes let out just before mid-semester, we jumped in my car and made the four-hour drive back to my hometown.
We pulled into my driveway, and my mother met us at the door with a bright, and somewhat mischievous, smile on her face. She ushered us inside, and I gave her a big hug, then turned and introduced her to my latest college boyfriend.
“Mom... this is Hugh; Hugh... this is my mother, Emma.”
My mother leaned in and gave Hugh a big hug, saying, “Just call me Emma”, as she ran her hands all over his body, rubbing his chest and shoulders.... even squeezing his ass cheeks.
Looking at Hugh, but speaking to me, she said, “Wow, honey.... nice job.... look at these shoulders.”
Then, she reached between his legs and gave his crotch a gentle squeeze.... with a sly grin on her face, she added, “... and he’s packing, too.”
Hugh blushed at the overly familiar touching, and blurted out, “Nice to meet you, Emma.”
I giggled at his dilemma. I noticed his gaze kept darting between my mother’s face and her swaying boobs beneath her loose tank top, where her stiff nipples were making obvious bumps in the thin cotton material. I glanced at his crotch and saw that his prick was beginning to respond to her little cock squeezes and braless tits. I could clearly see the outline of his stiffening shaft starting to create a bit of a tent in his shorts. My mother obviously noticed it, too, and she chuckled as she shut the front door behind us and led us into the house.
After the embarrassment of initial introductions, we decided to slip into bathing suits and spend the afternoon in the pool. My mother and I both put on skimpy, two-piece bikinis, which barely covered anything at all, and definitely did nothing to keep our heavy breasts from jiggling and bouncing freely as we pranced around the pool area.
My mother mostly laid on her chaise lounge on the patio, but I could see her checking out Hugh’s crotch every time he got out of the pool, since his wet trunks clung tightly to his butt cheeks and showed a clear outline of his impressive penis beneath his swim suit.
Around mid-afternoon I dried myself off and said I had to run to the store to get stuff for the weekend.
Hugh said he’d go with me, but my mother said, “No, hon.... you stay hear so I can get to know you better.”
I grinned to myself as I threw on a pair of shorts and a crop top, and headed out the door to my car, while Hugh laid on a chaise lounge next to my mother’s.... drinking a beer, while she sipped on her glass of wine.
I didn’t really go to the store... instead, I snuck back into the house, and hid behind the curtains in the living room by the patio door.... watching to see what my mother would do once I was gone.
Once I’d left the patio, my mother sat up and leaned over toward Hugh... her heavy tits swaying back and forth in her skimpy bikini top.... as she rubbed his thigh and asked him how he met me.
As Hugh began telling the story of how we met in college, my mother shifted her hand from his thigh to the outline of his prick.... gently rubbing it through his bathing suit.
Hugh was surprised, and stopped his story in mid-sentence.... his mouth hanging open in disbelief.
My mother didn’t miss a beat. She said, “Amalia has always brought her boyfriends home for me to check out.... ever since she began dating in high school.... how about if I take a look?”
As she talked, she pushed one leg of Hugh’s swim trunks up so she could see most of his cock... her eyes totally locked onto his thick shaft and mushroom-shaped head. She reached over with one hand and held the base of his prick so that it was pointing straight up in the air, then began sliding her other hand up and down the entire length of his growing erection.
A bit flustered, and struggling to keep his eyes off my mom’s wobbling boobs, Hugh stammered and mumbled, “What? But... no.... Emma, we shouldn’t..... I.... what about Amalia?”
My mother giggled and said, “Don’t worry about Amalia.... she went to the store so I could get you alone for a few minutes and really check you out.”
Hugh mumbled another feeble “No... we shouldn’t”, then let out a moan as my mother continued pumping his expanding pole and running her palm up around the bulbous tip.
With a wicked grin, my mother released Hugh’s prick, untied her bikini top, and let it fall to the deck... her heavy boobs dangling just inches from Hugh’s face. To my mother’s delight, Hugh couldn’t take his eyes off her swaying tits, so she smiled, took his hand and placed it on her right breast, encouraging him to squeeze and play with it.
Hugh began caressing her boobs and pinching her firm nipples, as mom returned to stroking his now fully erect penis... still sticking straight up in the air, like a rocket that’s about to launch.
I could feel my pussy getting moist, as I watched my mother lean over and suck the tip of Hugh’s cock into her mouth... still using one hand to pump his shaft, while using the other to fondle his nutsack. It didn’t take long before he let out a grunt and blasted a several ropes of warm, creamy spunk against the back of her throat.
Mom kept stroking Hugh’s glistening shaft, as she swallowed his load, then sucked out the last few streams of splooge from his engorged dick, and used her tongue to lick off the final drops from the tip of his spent penis.
When Hugh was done cumming, mom pulled his still semi-hard prick out of her mouth and grinned over at him as she continued to jerk his thick pole, saying, “Well, that was fun... how’d you like it?”
“My God, Emma... that was fantastic.” Still a little surprised and flustered, he added, “I can see where Amalia gets her talents from...”
As they chatted, Hugh kept fondling mom’s boobs, and mom continued pumping Hugh’s glistening penis. I smiled to myself when... as usual... Hugh’s dick started to become stiff again within just a few minutes.
My mother giggled when she noticed his growing shaft in her hand, saying, “Wow, Hugh.... that’s impressive.” Then, with her eyes locked onto his nearly erect cock, added, “Actually, I’m not surprised.... seems like you youngsters are always ready...”
She sucked and stroked him until he was completely hard again, then threw one leg over his chaise lounge, so that she was straddling his hips.... her heavy breasts swaying just inches from his face. Still holding Hugh’s rigid pole in one hand, she used her other hand to pull her bikini bottom to the side, then slowly lowered herself onto his stiff prick.... letting out a moan of pleasure as she impaled herself on his raging hard-on.
“Ooooohhhhhh.... oh, yeah.... my God, Hugh, that feels incredible.... you have a fantastic cock.... hmmmmmm.... wow, Amalia really picked a good one.... yeah.... very nice....”
I decided I couldn’t wait any longer... I stepped out onto the pool deck and watched quietly for a few more minutes, until I heard my mother let out a muffled squeal as she creamed all over Hugh’s pumping boner.
I’d already removed my shorts and drenched panties, and had been fingering myself and rubbing my engorged clitoris as I watched my mother fucking my boyfriend on the patio. So I pulled off my crop top and dropped it on the patio deck, then walked over toward the chaise lounge where Hugh was fondling my mother’s tits and pounding his hips into her sopping wet pussy.
I giggled as I watched my mother immersed in her orgasm... her head thrown back and her eyes closed.... still bouncing up and down on Hugh’s stiff rod, as he roughly squeezed and slapped her bouncing tits. When she heard me approach, she opened her eyes and we shared a conspiratorial smile.
Hugh was startled when he heard my giggle, and started to pull his cock out of my mother’s pussy, but she wouldn’t let him, continuing to bounce up and down on his rigid pole, and holding his hands tight to her boobs.
I laughed and said, “Don’t worry, babe.... I pretty much figured my mom would have your dick inside her in no time. I’ve always shared my boyfriends with her, and they usually love it.... any complaints so far?”
Hugh stuttered and mumbled, then said, “Uh.... N-no.... none....”, then re-gaining some mental footing, added, “She’s almost as incredible as you are....”
I laughed again and said, “Good answer,” as I swung my leg over his chaise lounge so that I was straddling his shoulders.... my wet vagina poised directly above his mouth. I looked down into his eyes and smiled, as I slowly lowered my moist pussy lips toward his grinning face.
Hugh happily opened his mouth and began licking and sucking on my aching clitoris.... sending warm, tingling sensations from my clit to my stiff nipples.... even as he continued fondling my mother’s boobs behind me. Mom kept bouncing up and down on Hugh’s rigid prick, then leaned forward so she could reach around to play with my dangling tits.... as I rocked my hips and rubbed my sensitive clit against Hugh’s probing tongue.
Between my clit grinding against Hugh’s tongue, and my mother’s hands pinching my firm nipples, it didn’t take long before I let out a squeal and creamed all over my boyfriend’s mouth.... my pussy juices smearing his face and dripping down the sides of his cheeks.
“Ah.... ah.... yeah, right there.... keep going.... yeah.... keep going.... aaaaahhhhhhh.... my God, Hugh.... aaaahhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhh.... ooooohhhhh.... hmmmmmm.... so good....”
Right about then, my mother leaned forward.... rubbing her engorged clitoris against the base of Hugh’s cock and grabbing my boobs extra hard.... as she groaned, and launched into another delicious climax of her own.
She kept stroking Hugh’s stiff hard-on with her pussy, as she continued to bounce up and down on his rock-hard shaft, and he continued to slam his rigid prick in and out of her drenched cunt.
With his tongue still teasing my tingling clit, Hugh suddenly grabbed my ass, hard, and erupted.... shooting rope after rope of white, sticky semen all over the walls of my mother’s cunt behind me. He kept rocking his hips.... sliding his thick erection in and out of my mom’s vagina until his nutsack was empty.... as he grunted muffled moans of pleasure into my gaping pussy.
When he finally stopped cumming, I climbed off of Hugh’s face, and plopped myself down onto the chaise lounge right next to him.... pussy juices flowing down my ass cheeks and dripping onto the patio deck beneath me. My mother flopped forward onto Hugh’s chest.... his still hard cock shoved deep inside her sopping wet cunt, as their combined cum and pussy juices leaked out around the edges of his shaft.
After the three of us spent a few minutes basking in the aftermath of our orgasms and catching our breath, we jumped into the pool to cool off.... giggling, rough housing, and sipping wine until it was time for dinner.
The rest of that week turned out to be a great ‘spring break’ for Hugh and me. We spent the next several days in various stages of undress.... with Hugh’s cock perpetually hard, and mom’s and my boobs almost always naked and bouncing around freely for anyone to cop a feel whenever they wanted. Hugh and I had a lot of sex that week.... both by ourselves, and with my mother.
It was an incredible ‘spring break’.... so incredible, that Hugh and I dated throughout the rest of my time at college. And every time the campus closed for a holiday, Hugh (not surprisingly) wanted to spend it at my house.... with me and my mother.
Hugh and I ended up getting married shortly after we both graduated, then the two of us got jobs and moved about three hours away from my mother. We made it a point to drop in on her about four times a year... especially during the holidays. Sharing Hugh with my mom during those visits turned out to be one of my favorite family traditions.
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