Incest/Taboo A Trip to Remember

His response was not what I envisioned at all but with everything he just told me, it makes sense. I need to push him away, take a firm stance but he makes me feel so...loved. Instead, I begin to give in, little by little. I am enjoying the soft touch of his hand which is now making its way up my shirt and over my bra. I reciprocate with my own forceful and passionate kissing.

I raise my right hand between his legs that stagger beside me before running my fingers over the bulge in his gray sweatpants. His cock, already expanding and filling with blood, seems to only enhance with my touch. I partially wrap my hand around it and start to jerk him over his pants. All I can think about is him taking a few steps closer, dropping down his pants and shoving that thick manhood in my mouth.

My hand picks up the pace as my left tit pops out of my bra while he fondles and plays with it under my shirt. Our intense and prolonged kiss continues as my pussy moistens with anticipation. A phone rings and vibrates on the glass kitchen table next to us which hardly registers with me. It's not until the third or fourth ring that I comprehend what the noise is.

I turn my head to the side, enough to break our kiss and to see the caller ID on the phone. It's Jason's phone ringing and the visible text says "Lisa".

"It's your phone ringing," I say, reality setting back in once again.

"I don't care, let it ring," he mumbles while nuzzling at my neck and pushing his hips into my hand. My hand that's still gripping and massaging his cock through his pants.

I let go of him. "It's Lisa," I say.

His lips retreat from my neck while he withdraws his hand from under my shirt before standing upright and turning to the kitchen table. He stares at his phone while it rings again.

"Go ahead and answer it," I say while standing up and adjusting my bra, sliding my funbag back into its home. I walk over to the sink in an attempt to de-escalate the situation. While I'm filling up a glass with water I overhear him answer it.

"Hello," he says.

"Yeah, we can talk," he says again after a brief pause.

I intentionally keep my back turned to him while taking a few sips until I hear him leave the room. I turn around to see his body disappearing up the stairs. My legs almost give out while stumbling back over to the chair, thinking of what happened just moments ago. If that went a few minutes longer, there's no doubt in my mind we would have had sex again.

No matter how much I try, he has this hold over me. The more he pushes, the more I want to give in. The more I want to show him how I truly feel. Maybe Julie is right, maybe I just give in to that inner lust and say fuck it. Damn it, why is this so hard for me?

You know damn well why, because he's YOUR SON.

My mind continues to flip flop on the situation as I finish my food, then as I clean up the kitchen from dinner. I toss Jason's food in the microwave to heat it back up and proceed up the stairs to his room. Intending to use the food as a peace offering now that we had a chance to cool down a bit from our hot and heavy moment.

"Hey it's me, can I come in?" I say after knocking a few times on his bedroom door.

"Yeah," he responds.

I open the door, balancing his plate of food with the other hand, and walk in. He's sitting on his bed with his back up against the headboard. I walk over and place the plate of chicken alfredo on his lap.

"I figured you still might be hungry since you only took a few bites earlier"

"Thanks mom. I appreciate it. As you know, that was Lisa calling."

"Yeah," I say.

"She said she made a mistake and wants to get back together."

His words would have made me jump for joy just a few days ago but now it seems like a knife through my heart. My internal struggle with our relationship clouds my thoughts and I revert back to putting on a strong front.

"That's good, right? I'm so happy for you," I say.

"But what about us?" he says while looking down at his bed.

"Look honey. Lisa has been your girlfriend for a long time. You two have been through alot together. This is someone who you can have a real relationship and a real life with," I say while grabbing and holding on his hand with both of my own. While the words hurt to say, I spoke from the heart. "Eat up and if you want to talk more about it tonight or tomorrow, I'm here."

I smile before standing up from his bed and walking out and down the hall to my own room. I make my way to the newly remodeled master bathroom before staring at my broken self in the mirror.

Get a grip Stacy. Pull yourself together. There's no way you two could have real life together. Let him live his life and be happy.

I turn on the faucet's cold water and gather up two handfuls of water before bending over and splashing it on my face. I do it once more then pat my face with the soft hand towel hanging on the wall hook. I decide to change into my pajamas and watch some television in my room for the night. It's not long before I doze off.

The days to come were uneventful. Tyler is still MIA after our last fight but I haven't lost any sleep over him. Jason has been a little distant but seems reasonable after what's transpired between us and now what's going on with him and Lisa. He hasn't said another word about her since that night. Juile...well she's still Julie. Making smart ass remarks and teasing me constantly at work. If I was more into women, I would have probably made some more passes of my own at her.

As I pull into the driveway from wrapping up work a little early on this gorgeous Friday, I notice a silver Dodge Neon. I park beside it and walk inside the house. After entering the front door and looking around, I head up the stairs to Jason's room. I turn the corner to his room and see him and a woman sitting on his bed.

"Hey mom, you remember Lisa right?" Jason says.

"Hello Mrs. Banner. It's been a long time," she says while standing up to greet me. She walks over and wraps her arms around me in a loose hug. After she lets go I smile and reply back.

"Ah yes, It has been a while. How have you been?" I say while smiling, not really caring how she's been since she broke up with Jason but just adding to the small talk.

"It's been a tough year but things are looking up. Right Jason?" She says while turning to look at him. He chuckles and gives an approving nod. One that any mother could see was far from genuine.

"Well that's good. I'll leave you two alone then," I say.

"One thing Mrs. Banner," Lisa says before I leave the room. "Do you think it's alright if I stay the weekend here? Jason and I have a lot to discuss and it would save me on a hotel room. This poor college girl barely had the gas money to get here."

"Of course. I'll make up the spare room for you," I say followed by a fake smile.

"Thank you so much," she responds.

I leave the room and walk over to my bedroom in order to change out of my work clothes. While doing so, I mumble to myself, "Oh yes, please invite yourself to stay at my house while trying to guilt trip me because you have no money. Even though your parents pay for your entire college tuition and even give you an allowance still. Damn right you'll be sleeping in the guest room. No hanky panky while in MY house. What a floozy."

Once I change into my lounge clothes, put some fresh sheets on the guest bed and call in an order of pizza, my temper calms down a bit. After the pizza arrives I place it on the living room end table so we can eat and watch a movie. I put on a favorite of ours, Groundhog Day with Bill Murray.

All three of us are sitting on the sectional. I sit on the end recliner while Jason and Lisa are in the middle. Lisa's taken the throw blanket that was laid across the back of the sectional and is using it to cover her and Jason while she attempts to snuggle. A poor attempt, if you ask me,as her eyes have never even left her phone. Constant TikTok scrolling, I assume.

My eyes instinctively dart over to the two of them periodically through the movie. Catching a brief moment of her trying to nonchalantly grope Jason. It's easy to spot, even if they have a blanket covering their lower half. Jason seems to be more annoyed than anything about it. I even overheard him telling her to cut it out. She didn't seem to like that one bit.

After the movie, we all call it a night. I make sure Jason goes to his room and Lisa goes to hers. I can tell she isn't too thrilled about the idea but that was part of why I did it. My house, my rules.

The next day started out a bit awkward. Having another female in the house was not something I've been used to. Especially one that seems so manipulative. There's just something about her that feels off. After breakfast, they both left for most of the day. This gave me a chance to work on some things around the house, go grocery shopping and even get in a few work calls. They came home around dinner time for which I prepared meatloaf.

"Just in time," I say as I pull the meatloaf out of the oven.

"Is that...meatloaf?", Lisa says while flaring her nostrils.

"The best in town," I reply, not letting her squinched up face anger me.

"Hard pass for me," she says while looking back down at her phone.

"You have to try it. It's amazing," Jason says, trying to coax her into it.

"I'm good," she says, not taking her eyes off her phone's screen.

"Well, I made a side salad, as well, if you're interested," I say.

"I'll probably just skip dinner. I need to make a few phone calls anyway," she says before heading out of the kitchen and up to the guest bedroom.

"Well, she's charming," I say under my breath. Not really meaning to say it out loud.

"Yeah, sorry Mom. I'm not sure what's gotten into her."

"It's fine. I don't even know why I said that," I say, trying to dismiss it.

We both sit down and begin our dinner. The most awkward dinner yet. You could cut the tension with a butter knife. I want to say something but can't formulate the right words. I can tell he wants to do the same. All I know is I don't want to lose my son to some control freak.

Damn it, here comes this jealousy again.

Just as we are finishing up, Lisa comes back down stairs and asks Jason if they can talk. They take off back up to his room. I clean up, watch a bit of television and head up to my room. Not without taking a few bottles of wine with me first though. As I pass his room I notice his door is closed. I can hear them talking, possibly arguing. I go into my room, close the door and turn on the television.

An hour passes as does a full bottle of wine. I open my door and take a few steps out into the hallway in my pink robe. Jason's door is still shut. I decide to give it another hour before I tell Lisa it's late and she needs to go to the guest room.

Another hour and another bottle of wine later I stand up from the bed, this time almost falling over as I do. You don't notice how much the alcohol has an effect until you stand up. I compose myself and make my way to the hallway, shutting my bedroom door behind me. I pass the guest bedroom which has the door open and nobody inside.

Okay, she needs to get her ass to her own room.

As I approach Jason's room fully expecting the door to still be closed, to my surprise it's open. I walk inside but the light is off and nobody's there. I quickly leave and walk down to the first floor. Same thing, lights off with no signs of a soul.

Where the hell did they go?

I go back up to Jason's room and enter once more. I take a moment to look around and notice his car keys on the bedside end table along with a pill bottle. I pick it up and read the label. "Ambien: Take 1 pill before bedtime, as needed. Lisa Morris".

As I set the pill bottle down, I notice a little shimmer in Jason's trash can. The hallway light is just enough to reflect off the packaging. I reach in and pull it out to get a closer look. "Trojan: Ultra Thin".

That slut. I told her not to fool around in my house. Taking advantage of my poor Jason. That's it, she's gone.

My blind rage deafens my ears as I only hear Jason and Lisa as they start down the hallway. If I stay here, Jason will know I violated his trust and privacy. Something I've always preached and respected. If I try to leave he will surely see me.

Fuck..fuck...think.

I dart into his closet that's only a few feet from the side of his bed. As soon as I close the closet door, they both enter his room. I see them relatively clear through the wood slats of the door panel. Reality sets in that I may be stuck here for a while.

"Look, I don't understand why you needed to go outside," Lisa says while crossing her arms.

"Like I told you, I just needed some fresh air," Jason says.

"To have sex? It's not like we haven't done it before. You never had trouble getting it up then."

"I'm not having trouble," he snaps back at her.

"Then what would you call it? I'm over here sucking on your dick and you can't even stay hard enough for me to put the condom on?"

"I'm just not in the mood, okay? Plus my mom said you should be in the guest room tonight. I want to respect her rules."

"You're such a little momma's boy, you know that. That's all you ever talk about. Hell, the best sex we've ever had was when we were roleplaying and I let you call me 'Mommy'. I'm starting to think you really do have a thing for your mother."

I cover my mouth to keep my gasp to a minimum. Has Jason always had a thing for me? I just assumed this was something new.

"I...uhhh," he mutters.

"Oh my god, you do..", she says.

"Lisa, that's enough," Jason says in a calm and collected manner.

"So do I need to put a bag over my head with a picture of your mother on it for you to fuck me now? Is that it?" Her sassy tone now starting to shine.

"I said enough. Sit down." His tone shifts from asking to outright demanding.

She sits on his bed, her arms still folded across her body. Time slows as they sit in silence and with me trying extra hard not to make a pep in the dead quiet room. Lisa scoots over to Jason and takes his hand into her own.

"I'm sorry, you know how I get sometimes. I need to lay down though. That Ambien I took is starting to kick in, I can feel it."

Jason just nods before she crawls onto the other side of the bed and lays her head on the edge of his pillow. A few minutes pass before Jason stands up, walks over to her side of the bed and pulls the comforter from under her before covering her up.

He really is such a sweet kid.

He makes his way back over to his side of the bed and sits down with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out. He grabs his phone off the bed side table and starts to use it.

Damn it, I'm going to be here forever at this rate.

I quietly sit down in the closet as my drunk self doesn't feel like standing much longer. Time creeps by as I watch Jason through the closet door slats. That's when I notice it.

Is he...?

I climb to my knees and press my face to the door, trying to get a better look at his phone. It's slanted just enough that I can barely make out what's on the screen. It looks like a picture of me in my swimming suit from the camping trip we just went on. As he swipes through the pictures, it's clear they are all from our camping trip.

That sneaky boy took a bunch of pictures without me knowing.

He switches his phone to his left hand and uses his right to pull his shorts down a bit, enough to expose his cock . He works it with his right hand while scrolling through more pictures with his left. It's hard to take my eyes off of him playing with himself but I'm curious as to what pictures he's masterbating to.

As I watch picture after picture, they are all of me. Most of them are me in some type of compromising position. Bent over in my swimwear, cleavage shots, ass shots. Anything he could get his hands on it seems. At this point his cock is hard as a rock while he pumps away, fueled by the photos.

My mind begins to wander again, remembering how good he made me feel on that trip. How exciting and naughty the whole situation was. Still on my knees, I slide my hand between my legs and robe. Easy access since I'm not wearing any undergarments.

My eyes dart from his stroking hand to his phone every time he swipes. Watching him fantasize about me and our past encounter turns me on like no other. His lust over me only enhances my own. My finger massages my clit while I continue to spy on my unknowing son.

As he swipes to the next picture, it catches my eyes. The last few have clearly been of me but this one is hard to make out. It's too close of a shot and I'm too far away to get a good view. He swipes again, this time I'm able to make some of it out. It's clearly a shot of someone's penis and an ass.

He swipes again, more of the same just at a different moment in time it seems. As he continues it finally dawns on me. The sleeping bag, the position of the pictures. It's when we were in the tent. He took pictures of us when we had sex.

My eyes widen and my heart skips a beat as he swipes one more time. A video begins to play of his cock fucking my soaking wet pussy from behind. Audio blasts through his phone. I can make out my voice begging him to fuck me, even over the hard rain pounding the tent. I hear his abdomen bouncing against the top of my ass as he plows that heavenly cock deep in me.

My first thought is, holy fuck does that look hot. Secondly, I can't believe he recorded that and third, what if Lisa wakes up? He's basically watching a porno right next to her. I remember what she said, she took an Ambien and it was kicking in. Jason must already know what it does to her and knows she'll be out cold. He uses his right hand to fully pull down his shorts before kicking them completely off. Now with more freedom, he parts his legs open and really starts to beat his meat.

"You love your son don't you?" he mumbles. "You love it when he fucks your warm wet pussy?"

If there's one thing that turns me on more than seeing his glorious dick, it's talking dirty. It's been hard for me to get into it in the past, especially if I'm the one saying it but fuck...I love hearing it. Especially when it's coming from my son's mouth.

"Your so fucking perfect. I love everything about you. I want to fuck you night and day. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want it all." He says out loud.

My swollen clit's on fire while my fingers rub and caress it. My orgasm builds as the pleasure intensifies. My eyes now firmly locked on his lucious cock, trying to hold myself back from busting through this closet door and fucking him right here and right now.

**DING**

Jason stops mid-stroke and looks over to the closet. I hold my breath and look behind me, seeing my phone on the carpet. I must have forgotten I put it in the robe's pocket and it must have fallen out. I turn my head back to Jason who's already gotten back to jerking off. I quickly snatch up the phone before noticing it's a text from Julie. I put in my passcode and read the text.

"Hey, got a little evidence for you. Thought you would like to know that you're making the right decision," it reads.

There's an attached video below it that I hit play on. It's of Tyler at what looks to be a hotel bar with a woman. A woman who I instantly recognize as his co-worker Amy. I have the audio turned off so I can't hear anything but it's clear they are flirting. The video then follows them as they leave the bar. From how far and careful the person recording the video is, it's obvious they are hiding and trying not to get caught.

It follows them down the hallway until they both stop at a room door. They kiss for a brief moment before she unlocks the door and pulls him inside by the hand. I look away from my phone in disgust, even though I knew what was going on already. This is just proof that I'm not crazy.

"Was this you recording them?" I text back. I watch the '...' bubble as she types.

"I can't confirm nor deny that I may or may not have followed your husband after work and spied on him all night," she texts back

"You're a true friend," I text. I was a little angry when I first watched the video but that feeling has already faded. I'm happy that I know I'm doing the right thing. That I wasn't nuts, like he kept trying to make me feel.

"Anytime. Have a good night. Later lover," she texts. I smile and put the phone back on the floor. Just as I turn my head back to the closet door, it opens. There stands Jason, his phone in one hand and the closet door handle in the other.

"Mom? What are you doing?" he says with a confused look on his face.

A thousand emotions rush through my body in an instant. Embarrassment, shame, anger, regret, lust. The most prominent one being desire. My desire for his thick, hard, pre-cum dripping cock, that's inches from my face. Without a second thought I lunge forward, parting my lips around his erection while my hands hold onto his hips for balance. My horny and tipsy self needs some stability.

"Oh fuck yes," he says out loud as he enters my warm and wet mouth. I've never been the blowjob type woman but there was just something about his dick that made me crave it.

As my tongue swirls around his mushroom head, his sweet and salty pre-cum mixes with my saliva. The taste only makes me want him more. I continue bobbing my head up and down his shaft, taking it deeper with every pass. My sloppy drunk self drools all down his length to his balls. He places his hand on the back of my head, guiding his cock down my throat as his hips move in defiance to my motion. I gag as he passes my uvula before pushing himself further down.

"Mom, I'm going cum soon," he mutters. Hearing those words and the thought of my sweet boy cumming in my mouth entices me to up my game. I take my right hand off of his hip and cup his balls, rolling them around my palm like chinese baoding balls. I release his cock from my mouth just enough for a quick gasp of air and to speak."It's okay baby, I want to taste you," I say while looking up at him, reassuring him that I'm ready.

His face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning. I plunge my head back down, throating as much of his dick as I can. Still not able to fully deepthroat him, I manage to take in about two-thirds which makes me damn proud. My right hand is still massaging his balls as I gag, trying to take him as deep as possible.

"Ohhh fuck mom, here I go," he says as his body tightens up along with his grip around my hair. I brace myself for anything and everything he's about to give me. Warm sticky liquid shoots straight down my throat, causing me to instantly gag and pull back. I wasn't expecting such a forceful and large load. I instinctively cough once my throat and mouth are free.

His cock continues to erupt, shooting another large rope of cum all over my nose, cheek and lips. I hurry up and latch my mouth back onto his head just before another stream fills my mouth, then another and another. It's like this boy hasn't cum in years.

I swallow what I can but the rest oozes out the sides of my lips and down my chin, dribbling onto my lap and robe. The ropes of cum finally stop and I'm able to swallow what's left and release him from my mouth before taking a nice deep breath.

"Holy shit mom, that was...amazing," he says, looking down at me. I stare back up at him and smile. I stand by using him as a crutch while climbing up from my knees, which are sore as fuck from this damn carpet. Now standing face to face, I wipe the cum from my nose with my finger and bring it to my lips. Sucking and licking it off. I do the same for the rest that is clinging to my cheek and chin. Licking it off my finger each time.

I'm starting to rather enjoy teasing him like this.

"You're the sexist women on this fucking planet," he says before wrapping his arms around my chest and passionately kissing me. Our lips press together and part as our tongues exchange saliva and remnants of his semen. Something he doesn't seem to be concerned about in the least. I push him away while staring intensely into his eyes.

"Lay on the bed," I demand while pointing to it. With my burning desire still needing to be satisfied, I toss all reason to the wind. Should I fuck my son again? Of course not. Should I fuck him with his ex-girlfriend or whatever she is on the bed beside us? Hell no. Am I going to do it anyway? Damn right I am. This is my house and I'll fuck who I want, when i want. No more the day of timid and shy Stacy. A new woman is born tonight. One that does what she wants and doesn't ask for forgiveness.

He obeys without question, taking his shirt off and laying down next to passed out Lisa. His cock still strong, ready for round two. Or at least I hope so. I crawl on top of him before mounting his naked body, making sure to position myself just right. I hike my robe up a bit, pulling out the fabric that's stuck between us.

I reach behind me and with a gentle touch, guide his cock into his mother's impatient pussy. It slides past my folds with ease, my juices coating him as he enters. The look on his face is all I need to know. He's been craving this since the camping trip and honestly, so have I. No matter how much I want to deny it or hold back, this is what I've been hungry for. I slowly rock my hips back and forth, getting used to his girth before picking up the pace.

"I know I keep saying this but you're so amazing. I love you so much," he says while placing his hands on my hips and guiding my motion.

"Mmmm, I love you too sweetie," I say back before glancing over at Lisa who still hasn't budged from her position. Her laying in bed beside us scares the shit out of me but also adds to the naughtiness of it all. The possibility of her waking mid stride could honestly ruin our lives. It's hard to imagine myself in this situation just a short few weeks ago but here I am. Riding my son's cock in the same bed with a sleeping woman right next to us. My leg practically touching her as I grind over Jason.

"Mom, take your robe off please. I want to see all of you. Such beauty shouldn't be covered up," he begs. His affection toward me only turns me on more and persuades me to comply with his request. I untie the robe and shrug it off, exposing my stark naked body before tossing it to the floor.

He slides his hands up my ribs and to my breasts, palming and tugging at them. His fingers pinch and prod at my hard nipples while I continue to fuck him. I close my eyes, indulging in the sensations from his hands, body and cock. My tipsy self sways a bit due to my equilibrium shift and my top half falls on top of him. I catch myself with my arms but my tits smack him right in the face with a thud.

He doesn't miss a bit as my left nipple slips into his mouth. He begins sucking and nibbling at it while his hands return to my hips. He holds me in place while bucking wildly. My pussy reaches its breaking point. His thick cock pumping away at it coupled with his mouth latching on like a breastfeeding newborn sends me over the top.

I bite my bottom lip trying to muffle the scream I desire. My muscles convulse and tighten around his shaft while my legs shake and quiver. My body goes nearly limp on top of him while he takes control from the bottom, holding my weight still at the hips while he repeatedly impales me.

The climax hits rapidly, putting me in a state of pure euphoria for a few blissful moments before gradually coming to an end. I open my eyes while licking the bottom of my lip to the taste of pennies.

Fuck, I bit my lip a little too hard.

I roll over between the two of them, exhausted and satisfied. A whirlwind of emotions and thoughts shuffle through my mind while I try to catch my breath as my heavy eyelids struggle to stay open. The bed shakes a bit before a pair of hands tug at my hips, pulling me back on all fours. Forcing me into the doggy style position. I quickly look over my shoulder to see Jason kneeling behind me on the bed, positioning his cock for reinsertion

"We're not done yet, I want to please you over and over until you can't handle anymore," he says before slipping his cock back into me, driving it deep and hard on his first thrust. I wince a bit but pleasure soon takes hold.

His primal impulses take over as he fucks me from behind, holding into my hips for dear life as his hips crash into my ass over and over. I grip the bed comforter tightly and press my face hard into it, nudging Lisa's side as I do. I almost completely forgot about her presence. Sounds of our skin to skin contact and my wet pussy fill the room as I push my ass into his body.

His right hand shifts from my hip to the top of my ass crack before his thumb presses over my puckered asshole. A stream of his saliva soon follows as he rubs it all around the area. He pushes gently, inserting a portion of his thumb while his cock never misses a beat. I've never had anything in my ass before nor have I ever had the inclination to but at this moment I'll let him do whatever he pleases with my body. I'm all his.

He slowly inserts the rest of his digit before getting a good grip. He uses my ass as a handle while he guides me all around his shaft. The addition of his thumb is enough to magnify the pleasure. Something about the feeling of having both holes filled is extraordinarily satisfying. On top of that, him taking complete control and leaving myself at his mercy is the cherry on the top.

"I want to cum deep inside of you," he says while slowing his strokes and taking a few deep breaths.

There's nothing more I want right now then to feel his warm seed deep inside of me. "Do it sweety, I'm all yours," I say while turning my face to the side and out of the comforter so he can hear me. I honestly have no clue how Lisa hasn't woken up by now but part of me is thankful.

He turns up the heat, fucking me as fast as his hips and bed will allow. Nothing standing in the way of exploding is his mother's willing pink slit. By the grunts and sounds coming from him, I know he's right on the cusp...and so am I. I bury my face back down into the comforter before moaning out in pleasure as my second orgasm peaks. All my other senses dull while the pleasure takes over.

I never want this to end.

His warm cum bursts from his cock and fills my hole. The thought of my own son's sperm inside of me makes me feel complete. Like everything is right in the world even though I know just how wrong it is. There are just no words to describe the feeling of pleasing my own son this way. The feeling of satisfying his every need and desire.

His tempo slows as he pulls his thumb from my gaping asshole. As I collapse back down on the bed, my body falls away from him, pulling his spent cock from the creampie he just produced. It oozes out and down my skin as I lay on my belly, depleted of energy. No longer able to fight it back, my eyelids shut and my body drifts off into a deep slumber.

What a fucking night.​