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incestcreampies:

I wold love to walk in on my mom and sister fooling around with each other, stark naked, not expecting me to interrupt their naughty incestuous fun.  I want to catch them eating each other out or scissoring…and then the real fun will begin.

I want them to see me watching them and smirk like ravenous wolves who just found their next meal.

I want them to beckon me over to them, forcing me to decide who I want to enter first.

I want my sister’s hand to guide my cock into our mom’s wet, waiting pussy…getting ready to make love to the woman I want more than any other on Earth.

I want to watch and hear my mommy moan as I sink my bare cock deep inside her most treasured place…my home.  My mother’s perfect little pussy.

I want to make love to my mom as if she were the last woman on Earth kissing and caressing her passionately.  Letting her know that no other man could ever love her as much as I do.

I want to watch my mom’s face as I tell her “I’m going to cum deep inside you, mom… I’m going to get you pregnant.”

I want her to tell me to.

I want my mom to say “Oh God, yes!  This is so wrong and I don’t care… Please cum deep inside mommy’s pussy, sweetie…”

And then I want to do just that.

I want to deposit a week’s worth of saved up cum inside my mom’s hungry little cunt…the sheer amount of warm seed flooding her womb causing her to go over the edge and causing her to cum herself.

I want to ready myself for round two… my curvy sister’s sweet snatch.

I want my sister to lie on the edge of the bed,ready for me to enter her soaking wet unprotected pussy.

I want to sink my bareback cock deep inside my sister’s ready fuck hole.

I want to rail my sister’s bare, slutty cunt relentlessly.

I want our mom to climb her cummy pussy on top of my sis and ride her daughter’s face as I plow her.

I want to make my sister moan, squeal and scream as I drill her slutty hole as hard as I can.

I want to explode my potent cum deep inside my fertile little sister’s defenseless womb… no mercy… no birth control… just nature.

I want to make sure I impregnate my sister and mother’s unprotected pussies.

I want to breed them over and over and over again.

Is that too much to ask?

DM me anytime and let’s chat about this and other kinky stuff!

I don’t have a choice anymore… I need to tell one of them how I feel about them.

I’m losing my mind fantasizing about them and I might crack if I don’t admit my feelings to one (or both) of them soon (within a couple months, I figure).

I can’t take it anymore.

I can’t take being silent anymore… wanting and needing them so badly CONSTANTLY…

I’d never, ever force them…but I need to try and seduce (at least one of) them.

I need to tell them how I feel

It’s not wrong that I love my mom and sister.

I’m a smart human male… it’s unorthodox, but I know what this feeling in my heart is.  I don’t fucking care that society thinks it’s wrong.

For years, society thought that LGBTQIA+ individuals were fucked up and wrong and their minds were broken and that they had mental disorders.

THIS IS NO DIFFERENT.  I KNOW HOW I FEEL.

(My favorite though is when trans/gay/bi individuals tell me how disgusting my desires are… that just cracks me up.)  Hypocrite much?

I suppose I’m poly-amorous toward my mom and sister.  But I’d happily marry either/both of them if I could.  I’d be happy to be their husband and take care of them forever. 

Of course I want to make love to them constantly.  But I also want to love them as their protector too.  And if I get my fertile younger sister pregnant, so much the better.

I can’t live like this anymore…

I need to tell them how I feel about them…

If they reject me I might end it all… I really won’t have much to live for anymore.

I’d just be another dead broken guy who was in love with the wrong person.

Thanks society.  Fuck you.

incestcreampies:

I wold love to walk in on my mom and sister fooling around with each other, stark naked, not expecting me to interrupt their naughty incestuous fun.  I want to catch them eating each other out or scissoring…and then the real fun will begin.

I want them to see me watching them and smirk like ravenous wolves who just found their next meal.

I want them to beckon me over to them, forcing me to decide who I want to enter first.

I want my sister’s hand to guide my cock into our mom’s wet, waiting pussy…getting ready to make love to the woman I want more than any other on Earth.

I want to watch and hear my mommy moan as I sink my bare cock deep inside her most treasured place…my home.  My mother’s perfect little pussy.

I want to make love to my mom as if she were the last woman on Earth kissing and caressing her passionately.  Letting her know that no other man could ever love her as much as I do.

I want to watch my mom’s face as I tell her “I’m going to cum deep inside you, mom… I’m going to get you pregnant.”

I want her to tell me to.

I want my mom to say “Oh God, yes!  This is so wrong and I don’t care… Please cum deep inside mommy’s pussy, sweetie…”

And then I want to do just that.

I want to deposit a week’s worth of saved up cum inside my mom’s hungry little cunt…the sheer amount of warm seed flooding her womb causing her to go over the edge and causing her to cum herself.

I want to ready myself for round two… my curvy sister’s sweet snatch.

I want my sister to lie on the edge of the bed,ready for me to enter her soaking wet unprotected pussy.

I want to sink my bareback cock deep inside my sister’s ready fuck hole.

I want to rail my sister’s bare, slutty cunt relentlessly.

I want our mom to climb her cummy pussy on top of my sis and ride her daughter’s face as I plow her.

I want to make my sister moan, squeal and scream as I drill her slutty hole as hard as I can.

I want to explode my potent cum deep inside my fertile little sister’s defenseless womb… no mercy… no birth control… just nature.

I want to make sure I impregnate my sister and mother’s unprotected pussies.

I want to breed them over and over and over again.

Is that too much to ask?

DM me anytime and let’s chat about this and other kinky stuff!

I’d love to chat about anything kinky (especially cuckolding, anonymous sex, threesomes and moresomes, orgies, risky unprotected sex, etc…)   I have a lot of free time today and tomorrow so hit me up!

I wold love to walk in on my mom and sister fooling around with each other, stark naked, not expecting me to interrupt their naughty incestuous fun.  I want to catch them eating each other out or scissoring…and then the real fun will begin.

I want them to see me watching them and smirk like ravenous wolves who just found their next meal.

I want them to beckon me over to them, forcing me to decide who I want to enter first.

I want my sister’s hand to guide my cock into our mom’s wet, waiting pussy…getting ready to make love to the woman I want more than any other on Earth.

I want to watch and hear my mommy moan as I sink my bare cock deep inside her most treasured place…my home.  My mother’s perfect little pussy.

I want to make love to my mom as if she were the last woman on Earth kissing and caressing her passionately.  Letting her know that no other man could ever love her as much as I do.

I want to watch my mom’s face as I tell her “I’m going to cum deep inside you, mom… I’m going to get you pregnant.”

I want her to tell me to.

I want my mom to say “Oh God, yes!  This is so wrong and I don’t care… Please cum deep inside mommy’s pussy, sweetie…”

And then I want to do just that.

I want to deposit a week’s worth of saved up cum inside my mom’s hungry little cunt…the sheer amount of warm seed flooding her womb causing her to go over the edge and causing her to cum herself.

I want to ready myself for round two… my curvy sister’s sweet snatch.

I want my sister to lie on the edge of the bed,ready for me to enter her soaking wet unprotected pussy.

I want to sink my bareback cock deep inside my sister’s ready fuck hole.

I want to rail my sister’s bare, slutty cunt relentlessly.

I want our mom to climb her cummy pussy on top of my sis and ride her daughter’s face as I plow her.

I want to make my sister moan, squeal and scream as I drill her slutty hole as hard as I can.

I want to explode my potent cum deep inside my fertile little sister’s defenseless womb… no mercy… no birth control… just nature.

I want to make sure I impregnate my sister and mother’s unprotected pussies.

I want to breed them over and over and over again.

Is that too much to ask?

DM me anytime and let’s chat about this and other kinky stuff!

I want my sweet angels naked in my bed, waiting for me to make love to them.

I want to watch my mom’s jaw drop as her only son’s cock penetrates her only daughter’s unprotected pussy.

I want my sister to tell me what a cock whore and cum slut she is while I fuck her hard.

I want my sister to BEG me to cum deep inside her slutty pussy.

I want my sister to BEG me to impregnate her.

I want to watch my mom’s jaw drop again when I explode my hot cum deep inside my younger sister’s fertile womb and listen to her moan like a naughty little cum slut.

I want to spread my mom’s thick thighs apart as I slide my soaked cock deep inside my mom’s welcoming, warm, unprotected pussy.

I want to kiss my mom’s lips passionately as I thrust deeply inside her bare slit, exploring places grown sons shouldn’t but want to more than anything.

I want my sister to ride my mom’s face while my cum drips out of her pussy into our mother’s thirsty mouth and down her throat.

I want every drop of my cum to end up in one of my sweet angels’ bare holes.

I want my conservative mother to enjoy cleaning out her daughter’s dirty pussy with her tongue.

I want to suck on my sister’s pert breasts while I drill into our mom’s slit.

I want to hear my mom moan into my sister’s cunt as I tell her I’m not going to pull out…that I’m going to cum in my mom’s pussy…that i’m going to impregnate her too.

I want to unload my balls deep inside my mom’s defenseless, chubby little pussy.

I want my sweet angels to walk around the house in cow-print bikinis while they carry my children…ready for their stud to fuck and fill them again and again.

Is that too much to ask?  I think not.

DM me and let’s chat about this.

It was summer vacation, and my parents loved to show off their money. We did the usual thing, go to an upscale RV park with our big 5th wheel for 3 weeks, and  do nothing but fish, swim, and play board games. This was going to be my last vacation with them so I played the nice teenage son and acted like I was having fun.

Now I should mention the family always took 3 weeks, but my dad could never stay for more than 2 because his job wouldn’t let him if he still wanted Christmas off with the family, so the last week of vacation was my stepmom, my 2 little sisters, and myself. Now many people may be thinking, “a whole week without dad there, must be a lot of sex right there after the sisters go to bed.” Not so. My stepmom was always loyal, or as far as I knew, up until that point.

I should also describe my stepmom. She is an ample woman, has large breasts and when you look at her you don’t think fat, you think plump. Now I will say due to years and years of alcohol and smoking, she isn’t the best looking 50 year old woman, but she wasn’t ugly by far. Light blonde hair, average height, and did I mention she was British?

We had about 3 days left before our vacation was up when it happened. My dad was already back at work, and the rest of us were enjoying a day at the pool. My sisters were playing catch or find the water toy in the shallow end because they couldn’t swim yet, and my stepmom and I were doing laps back and forth across the deep end. I had my goggles on because I don’t like not being able to see underwater, and also I didn’t want t run in to her, me being about 100 lbs heavier. We were going good, at about lap 20, when as we passed each other her hand brushed my leg. I shivered a little and, faltered, so I came up a little later than she did. She smiled at me, and asked if I was having trouble. I could have said yes, this problem in my pants, but I said no. She smiled even bigger and we kept going. 5 or 6 more laps passed and she did it again, this time her hand brushing against my cock, and I realized she may be doing it on purpose. I didn’t say anything again to see what would happen, and sure enough a few more passes and she made sure I felt it. I was rock hard, and ready to go, but she looked like she was having fun. And then something even better happened. As she pushed off the wall, her bathing suit top slipped off. She may have loosened it, or it could have been an act of nature, but I got to see it all. her nipples were erect from the cold water, her areolas tight and puckered, and her breasts so smooth and perfect. If I wasn’t hard before I definitely was now. She stayed underwater and made it to the other side, and I had never left it, so she came up out of the water and I was right there. I looked at her and couldn’t speak, which turned out to be ok because I didn’t need to. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts, and I knew what to do with the at that point. As I was playing and sucking, she reached down and grabbed my cock, jerking me off slowly. My little sisters asked if we were ok because we stopped, and we both managed to say that we were, so they went back to playing. My stepmom leaned in and whispered tat she was going to the bathroom and I should join her, so I definitely did.

I didn’t actually get to have sex with her, but there was a large amount of touching and kissing, and she gave me a blow job. To this day, by far the best blow job I ever had. I am married, and my wife knows nothing about it, and my stepmom has never told anyone. It was a one time thing, and she never acted any different than as if it had never happened, but when alone she would pay a little more attention to when I was talking and seem more interested. I don’t know if she was waiting for me to start something, but nothing else ever happened.

It was definitely a taboo encounter, and I have never shared it with anyone. After finding this page, I began thinking about it more and more, and finally decided to share it. I hope you post it and I hope if you do that readers enjoy. Thank you for the awesome page and I hope things go great for you and your mom.

Welcome to the seventh installment of the Above and Beyond series. If this is your first time seeing one, A&B are a collection of tales involving moms who go, you guessed it, above and beyond the normal duties of a mother.

And given that this blog is about incest, primary between mothers and sons, you can safely assume those extra added “duties” involve aiding their son’s sexual gratification in one fashion or another.

If you’re interested in reading the past editions, please peruse the incest stories tag at your leisure.

This edition goes back to the roots of the Above and Beyond series. The very first tale was from a son who described how his mom, after realizing he was taking her panties and using them as a… masturbatory aid, I guess you’d call it, started providing them herself so he wouldn’t have to sneak in and take them.

This story starts off the same way, though it ends a bit differently. And did I mention that, unlike the first one… this one is told by THE MOM HERSELF?

No? I forgot to mention that? Well, that was dumb of me. I should have mentioned that part right up front.

Anyway, here you go.

Enjoy!

So first of all, my son and I love your posts, both the porn you post and the tale of you and your mom. The fact that my son turned me on to tumblr by sending me links to your blog and a few others telling me to check them out should also let you know that my son and I are more than just mother and son. I’m still actually jealous of you and your mom planning to move and make a life together, but I can talk about that later; I wanted to tell you about my son and I and how I’m a mom who went (and still goes) “above and beyond” to use your terms.

It started when he was younger, when I found several of my panties in his hamper when I was going to do laundry. They were obviously used and very messy and I honestly didn’t know how to react. I thought about talking to my husband about it, but this was also around the time when the minor cracks in our marriage about him wanting to have more children and me not being able to do so were starting to really turn into major fights and I didn’t know if I could talk to him about this.

In the end I did nothing and just hoped that my son wouldn’t do this again, that it was just sort of a one-time thing, something he did out of curiosity and that I wouldn’t need to talk to my husband and get into a possible fight over it.

Unfortunately, that was a foolish hope and of course my panties kept ending up in his hamper, all sticky and wet. The longer I didn’t say anything to him or my husband about it, the harder it was to say anything - if I didn’t say anything the first time, why would I object the third time? Or the fifth? Or the tenth?

But as time passed and I kept quiet, I realized something. I wasn’t bothered or disturbed by it any more. Maybe it helped that I was fighting more and more with his father, but I realized I liked the thought of my son finding me sexy and desirable - because my husband sure as hell wasn’t.

I finally broken down and talked to my son and made a deal with him. I told him he didn’t have to go into my room or through my dirty laundry - mainly because I was worried what would happen if his father caught him. Instead, I’d leave some of my panties in his room for him to enjoy.

So for awhile, instead of throwing my panties in the hamper when I showered in the morning, I’d leave them in his room. I even rationalized it to myself by thinking that this way I didn’t have to buy tissues and he wouldn’t stain any of his clothes. In hindsight, it wasn’t entirely rational, but at the same time, things were getting rather vicious between my husband and I and this was kind of my release, my way of still feeling good about myself and sexy.

Then things finally fell apart between my husband and I and we got divorced. It wasn’t a good divorce: a lot a bitter resentment on both sides came out, we fought constantly, contested every single part of the paperwork, all that horrible stuff. I admit it, I kind of fell apart when it was all over and was kind of a zombie - go to work, come home, zone around the house, go to bed and repeat. My son took care of me and the house during those dark days and he had to really push me to keep it together and, during that time, the whole “leaving panties in his room” thing stopped.

I snapped out of it when I came home from work early one day and caught him and a girl going at it on the couch. She was topless, he had his pants off and I saw a lot of things while they were embarrassed and running around. She basically ran out of the house as fast as she could and he told me later that she was so embarrassed by it all that she broke up with him because she couldn’t deal with the embarrassment (which sounds very overwrought in hindsight, so maybe that’s good that they broke up - she might have been more trouble than he wanted!).

After she was gone and he was more presentable, we talked. Initially about dating and safe sex, but the conversation wandered and at one point he made a comment about her panties and how mine were had been nicer. That got us talking about our old “me leaving panties in his room” routing and he said he missed having that “ritual” to connect us. I confessed to him I missed it as well.

Since I had worn a skirt to work that day, part of me felt like there was no time like the present to start again, so I gave him my panties right there and then. He was shocked some, started to go to his room, but then decided turnabout was fair play and he used them right there and then while I watched.

The next few days were awkward as hell - he’d jerked off in front of me, came in my panties while looking me in the eyes. And sure, I’d encouraged it, but at the same time, this was my son, this was way beyond me leaving my panties in his room. He didn’t quite know how to act around me, I didn’t know how to react around him, but after a week, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and went to his room to give him my panties while he was home and he let me watch him again.

This quickly became the norm for us; I’d come home from work, change, give him my panties and watch him jerking off with them. It turned me on more and more and I started touching myself while I watched, and that quickly turned into me masturbating while he watched. So we’d sit on the couch, masturbate together and talk about how sexy the other was. I was happy but also terrified to do more than watch. Hell, the one time he accidentally came on me, I panicked. It was hot, but it was also more than I was immediately comfortable with.

I still encouraged him to date, to go out with girls; a few times he’d ask for help with them and I spied on him and his girlfriends, see how they enjoyed each other. We’d talk about it while we masturbated together - ways he could make them feel better, tips on going down, things like that. But we stayed on our own sides of the couch and just watched because I was nervous to do more, even as I was telling him how sexy it was to see him having sex.

I did grow more comfortable with the thought of doing more than just watching, but was also scared to do anything. He told me later he was scared as well and was worried about ruining things if he tried to do more. We both knew we had a pretty non-standard relationship, but were also both a little worried about how things might mutate and change if we kept crossing lines.

Then it was his birthday. I decided that as his “real” present from me, I could at least touch him. That would be okay, somehow. My original plan was to jerk him off with my panties, give him a handjob and maybe let him cum on me. That was the plan, but it went right out the window I wrapped my hand around my panties and felt his cock through them.

A handjob quickly turned into a blowjob which quickly turned into me begging him to fuck me and crying and telling him how much I loved him as he came in me. We did both have a few moments of freaking out immediately afterwards about how gone way beyond what I’d been planning, but we also both quickly got over it and we spent his birthday weekend in bed together playing and enjoying each other.

He doesn’t live at home anymore, but when he visits he’s still sleeping in my bed and making me happy. And I’m still encouraging him to date girls and enjoy them, because I know in the long run he and I can’t do what you and your mom are doing. For one thing, I want grandchildren, damn it, and since I’m barren (and mindful of genetics!) there has to be another woman involved.

Sure, in my fantasies, his loving wife will be incredibly understanding and sympathetic to the relationship he and I have had and are having - but I also know that the chances of that happening are slim and none, so I’m happy with what I have for now and am encouraging him to find that right girl.

But still - I do wish sometimes we could just run off and be together like you and your mom…

Submitted to us by “WineMom”. I only mention that because she references the name in the story.

I don’t really know where to start (and I can’t believe I’m writing this) so I’ll begin talking about me. I’m a mother, I’m 37 years old, my son is 18 (in his first year of university) and my husband is 41.

Long story short things haven’t been going well with my husband. Over the years he slowly became more career driven and we saw him less and less at home. He often came back home late and was either tired or in a bad mood.

Sex slowed down progressively, we barely do it anymore. Like I said he’s often tired and/or starts arguing/screaming over little things. Sometimes he’s borderline abusive. Because of this he and my son are often arguing (he slowly started to talk back to him when he was becoming a teenager). Additionally my husband’s been facing some erection problems, it takes him time to be ready down there if he doesn’t take some pills. I don’t really mind, I’ve been doing my best to make it work and I’ve never made fun of him but I think it really must be hurting his ego.

Last year I found out he’s been cheating on me with his secretary for years. Yeah I know, it’s so cliché. He completely broke my heart. I didn’t confront him, nor did I tell anyone. I didn’t have strength to and I’ve been trying to find what I did wrong. My son did notice that something was up but I said everything was fine. What kills me is that my husband doesn’t seem to have noticed anything.

I’ve been thinking of divorcing him. Our current apartment is in my name and I have a part time job that can easily become a full time one so I should be fine. Besides I’m sure my son will help me out at home even more than he already does :)

Anyway, I’m sorry I’ve typed all of this out but I felt like I needed to talk. And don’t worry, I’m submitting this because something weird and awkward happened recently between me and my son.

Like I said, my husband and my son often scream at each other. Fortunately his dad bought another apartment, much closer to his work, and lives there during the week for the most part (still comes home sometimes and texts me telling me to make dinner). I can’t help but feel that he just wanted to be away from us and hell … maybe even bring his bitch there.

During the week ends he still comes here but mainly watches tv, goes out to the pub and complains. It’s good that he’s not often at home because that means less arguing. It has made my son and I closer in a way I think.

My son was always very short when he was a kid. He was really insecure because kids and even girls made fun of him. Because of this I think he felt the need to compensate by being really fit. Fortunately he was just a late bloomer and he isn’t short now (he’s 1m75 or around 5'9" if you’re american) but thanks to all those years of doing sports, jogging and going to the gym he’s fairly fit. He kind of has the same body as Brad Pitt in the movie Fight Club. He’s not huge but lean and you can see his muscles. He has a bathroom in his room upstairs with a shower. After training he likes to take a bath downstairs in the other bathroom. Because of this I sometimes get see him with just a towel around his waist. I often acknowledge his muscles and abs, hoping i’ll make him feel more attractive. It often makes him blush and go “mooooom!”. I even pinch him to show how lean he is or touch his arms jokingly.

By the way, he’s my son so I’ve always found him beautiful like I think every mother does. But now I think I can objectively say he’s pretty attractive. He’s not tall (or short) but I think he really makes up for it. Up until very recently I can say fore sure I’ve never been sexually attracted to him even though I could see he had a nice body.

Recently he was going out with a girl for some weeks, a little asian girl. I’ve seen her once, she’s skinny, about a head shorter than me (I’m 1m70 (or 5'7" according to google)) and pretty cute I have to say. I was really happy for him because that was his first gf and he seemed really happy.

However, last week, he came back (it was Saturday night) and looked terribly sad. Questioning him only made him angry. His father didn’t seem to notice/care.

As you can see with my name I love wine, I usually drink one glass a day, sometimes more on the week-end. When my son turned 16 I started drinking wine with him from time to time (we never got completely drunk, don’t worry, I’m responsible). We would talk about stuff and enjoy ourselves. It really made us closer. I think that his dad being an asshole has also made us closer in a way.
Anyway I proposed him to spend an evening drinking wine (secretly hoping it would relax him and make him talk). He accepted and seemed a bit better already.

So that’s what we did this Monday. We got a bottle of red wine, two glasses, sat on the sofa in front of the living table and enjoyed ourselves. We talked, laughed. All was good but after most of the wine was gone I felt like alcohol would make talk a bit about his problem.

I asked him if something happened between him and his gf. After some hesitations he said yes … paused and added “we tried to do it”. I went “oh” and then followed with “tried … ?”. He went somewhat angrily “we couldn’t really do it and she even didn’t want to do oral with me”. He continued saying she gave him a handjob, they dressed back up and she broke up with him.
Now what would you think at his point? Questions were flowing in my head … what kind of problems did he have down there? I know he masturbates regularly because of the tissues in the little bin in his room and he’s young so I doubted he had the same problems as his father. I told him he could tell me everything, calling him honey or sweetheart like I often do when needed.
And then he just said suddenly “I’m too big for her”.

I really didn’t expect this so I couldn’t help but shockingly go “what??”. So here’s the thing … he explained that when he showed it to her she didn’t want to do it because she saw this relationship as a way to just fool around and have fun. She said that she plans to marry later in her life and he’ll make her too loose. And so she told him it was over. She also tried to reassure him by telling him “oh you’ll find plenty of girls who’ll love your dick”.

I must have really looked shocked when he told me that because even when typing this is feels weird. I tried to cheer him up saying that he’ll just find another girl, he’s very attractive and all that. I really didn’t know how to comment on what he told about his penis.

I think he really had a thing for this girl. After this awkward conversation we decided to go to sleep. We still haven’t brought THAT subject up yet. I regret not having asked more questions that evening.

Ever since I’ve been curious about his penis. I wonder how big it is, what it looks like … is it really freak huge to the point where it’s impractical or was it just too big for his tiny (ex)girlfriend. In retrospect I even find his body more attractive. I’m really confused. Am I attracted to him or is it just because I haven’t had much sex this entire year? Is this just a phase? Is it just because I’ve heard he’s endowed?

I’ve been looking up studies on incest at first and then incest stories. And that’s how I found your tumblr. I’m a bit ashamed but I’ve spent this entire week checking the stories you’ve posted and I find them very arousing. I’ve been masturbating a lot more than usual this week as well.

I’m sorry I wrote so much stuff, I didn’t even intend to in the first place. It may not be worth posting for now. I’m going to try to get more intimate with my son. I really need to cheer him up, he has winter exams coming up in January. If something happens I’ll send you an update. Thank you for reading this, I felt like I had to share this.