Chapter 1

Authors note: All characters portrayed in this fictional story are over the age of eighteen years. This story includes incestuous relations with the intent of pregnancy. It does not include anal.

Dawn was sound asleep. It was time for me to leave - forever - but I still didn’t want to disturb her. She was lying face-down; the bed covers were strewn to the side. Her beautiful nakedness was on full display. I reminisced about our time together the last two months, which had concluded with a night of celebratory sex.

When she’d accepted a scholarship at a college on the other side of the country, we’d decided we wouldn’t maintain a long-distance relationship. Neither of us was in love, which would make it easier to go our separate ways.

My eyes traveled down her smooth back to her fine ass. Her long, firm legs looked better than ever this morning. I hardened as I gazed at her nude body. I knew it was time to leave; I truly didn’t want to wake her. My need to touch her one last time won out. I narrowed the distance between us.

“Kevin! Did you hear me?”

Mom’s voice knocked me out of my daydream. My eyes focused on her, standing in front of the stove. Her robe revealed the backs of her calves, which were identical to what I’d been admiring in my trance. I had superimposed Mom’s legs onto Dawn. No wonder they’d looked so good. It wasn’t the first time it had happened; I frequently substituted Mom’s image while having sex with girls.

“Sorry, Mom. Guess I drifted off. I didn’t sleep well last night. Could you repeat yourself?”

“Hang on,” she sighed. She turned and brought our plates of food to the table. Her infectious, crooked smile melted my heart as always. Her shoulder-length, cropped brunette hair matched the color of her alluring eyes. She was stunning. I was shocked - and secretly grateful - that she hadn’t mentioned a relationship with anyone during my freshman year of college. She had insisted I come home on as many weekends as possible to help maintain the house, and I hadn’t even pretended to be upset.

After several bites, she repeated, “Kathleen and Kenneth want you to spend the week at their place. She’s nervous about him going away to college and how he’ll be treated because ... you know...”

“Because he’s gay?” I finished her sentence. “Mom, it might have been that way back when you and Aunt Kate were young, but it’s not uncommon now.”

Mom smirked. “In my day? Do you think I’m sixty? It was a mere nineteen years ago, and gays were harassed in my senior class. The university might have been different, but I wouldn’t know. I had to enter the workforce to support us.”

“Nineteen? Let’s see, that would make you thirty-eight. I would have guessed much younger.”

She smiled. “Nice deflection. I hope you’re right. He’s a good kid, and I’d hate for anything to happen to him.”

“He’ll be fine, Mom. I wanted to stay here and do some things with you this week. We haven’t had time to do much lately since I’ve been concentrating on finals the last few weekends.”

“Don’t worry, Kevin. I’m taking off next week after I complete my latest project. Kenneth told his mom he wanted to spend a week with her before summer classes began.”

“Sure, Mom. I’ll go and brighten their week with my presence.” I didn’t really have a choice, so I figured it was better to give in and be pleasant.

“That’s my guy,” Mom said with a sexy smirk.

One week wouldn’t be too bad. Mom and I would be together every day after my brief stay at my aunt’s. It didn’t hurt that Aunt Kate was a hot milf, too, offsetting my desire to remain home. She was one year younger than Mom; my cousin had been born a year after me.

I quickly packed and left for my aunt’s place.

Since my aunt and cousin were expecting me, I didn’t knock when I arrived. They were waiting in the living room. “Hi, Aunt Kate. Ken. I’m here for the party.”

My cousin replied, “Hey. Glad you could make it. Your half of the room is still the same.”

I made my way to his bedroom where I quickly stored my clothes. He followed behind me. He was correct that nothing had changed. We’d never heard exactly what had happened when we were born but knew our fathers had quickly vanished. Mom and her sister had each obtained a job and had made sure their schedules were staggered. Ken and I had switched back and forth between our houses, depending on which mother was working. Our shared bedroom in each house had been kept the same even after we’d graduated from high school.

Ken wasted no time in reiterating the reason I’d been summoned. “I’m worried about Mom,” he said. “She’s making such a fuss about me going to college. That’s why I asked her to talk to your mom and invite you. She has the week off and wants to do some of the things we’ve done in the past. I thought it’d help if you could convince her there isn’t going to be an angry, gay-bashing mob waiting to greet me at college.”

“In that case, I better call up my gang and call off the surprise I had set up,” I chuckled. The ice broke and it felt like old times. We’d been the best of friends growing up, and the fact he was gay had been a definite bonus for me. He’d matched me with several of the enticing girls who frequently befriended him. As a way of returning the favor, I tutored him since I was a grade ahead of him. I couldn’t exactly go tit for tat. Like I said, him being gay had been a bonus ... for me.

After handing me a controller, he plopped onto his bed. “Check out the new games and console Mom bought me for my eighteenth birthday,” he said, chuckling. “I’m certain she wants me to remain in my dorm room and not wander out to get harassed.”

Fond memories surfaced as we played together; we’d done this a lot growing up, though with different games. After a few hours, he set his controller on his nightstand and said, “Dang, that was fun. Remember what else we did together?” Unbuckling his belt, he shucked his pants and shorts.

We had experienced pubescence together and had no problem whacking off simultaneously. Although Ken was gay, he’d never made a sexual move toward me. He did admire my larger cock, though, and had always liked watching it while he stroked his. He loved that my mushroom-shaped head was always visible because I was circumcised. By the time I had removed my clothes, he was frantically stroking himself.

His gaze locked onto my cock as I gently pumped it. Did his fantasies center around sucking or fondling my manhood? Mine always revolved around my Mom, and the one I summoned for our impromptu jerk session was no exception. I recalled her luscious legs from breakfast. Pre-cum oozed out my tip, which I used to slather my stalk. My hand effortlessly stroked my slick, aching prick.

Loud knocks snapped me into reality as my aunt yelled, “Kev, Ken! Dinner’s ready.”

Fearing she would enter, I quickly pulled my shorts and pants up. My cousin laughed. “Dude, she knows better than to come into my room when the door is closed. I’m gay, not impotent.”

Sighing with relief, I finished zippering up while Ken dressed. After washing our slimy paws, we made our way to the kitchen. While eating, I suddenly realized how much my aunt resembled Mom. Had they always looked so similar? Her beauty prompted me to use her image in subsequent masturbation sessions.

When I finished dinner, my cousin said, “Kev and I will clean up, Mom. Take your bath, and then we’ll meet you in the living room to talk about this week’s events.”

Even her smile reminded me of Mom. She left for her room, and we took care of the dishes. We hadn’t been on the living room couch watching TV for very long when my aunt returned. She sat down in her favorite chair, just like always. Much to my dismay, her long robe covered her lithe legs. Her calves rested on the ottoman, allowing her feet to hang over the edge.

Glancing away from the action on the screen, I periodically admired her sexy body. Movement caught my eye whenever she crossed her toes. I smiled; Mom did the same thing whenever she watched TV. Ken got off the couch, then kneeled by his mother’s feet and began massaging them.

Her relaxed smile led me to believe this was their normal routine. After a few minutes, Ken insisted, “Kev, come over and help. You can work on her other foot. Mom’s on her feet all day and deserves a good foot rub.”

Not waiting for my aunt’s approval, I quickly positioned myself by my cousin and caressed his mother’s foot. Aunt Kate’s alarmed expression showed she wasn’t used to anyone but her son touching her.

“Kenneth, you shouldn’t make Kevin help with your job. He might find it uncomfortable to be handling my feet.”

“Nonsense,” Ken blurted. “When I stayed at their place, Aunt Kelley never received this kind of attention. He needs to learn how to give his mother a treat. Don’t you want your sister to enjoy the same kind of relief?”

She smiled and chuckled. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to teach him, especially from a master such as yourself.”

It was the first time I had spent any time caressing a woman’s foot, and it was more erotic than I had imagined.

Ken placed his mom’s heel in his palm, supporting most of her leg’s weight with it. Then he instructed, “Kev, you can check how well you’re doing by monitoring her calf muscle.” When he slid his other hand up and down her calf, her foot stiffened in my hand. Was her tense reaction an indication he had not previously stroked her leg? Catching my attention, he indicated I should follow his lead. Only too glad to comply, I enjoyed the smoothness of her skin.

She tensed again as she breathed in deeply. Her flesh was soft and hot, which made me yearn to kiss it. Knowing that would be too much, I contented myself with just stroking my aunt’s leg.

After several minutes of allowing us to grope her curvaceous calves, Aunt Kate pulled back and rose off her chair. “Thanks so much. I’m going to bed now. Ken, tomorrow you get to select our activities for the day. This week is going to be so much fun.”

“Sure, Mom,” my cousin answered. “Good night.”

His look of encouragement prompted me to answer as well. “See you in the morning, Aunt Kate. Sleep well.”

As soon as we made it to our bedroom, my cousin stripped and resumed where he had left off earlier in the day. With the memories of his mother’s legs fresh in my mind, I followed suit immediately and then started stroking my aching prick.

My lustful thoughts were interrupted when Ken asked, “Who do you fantasize about when you’re jacking off?”

Would it bother him if I admitted I was fantasizing about his mother? Probably not but I decided to keep it from him. “It’s a variety of girls I’ve dated in the past. I owe you, actually, since you set me up with a lot of them.”

He grinned. “It was the least I could do as payment for the help you gave me in school. What do you think makes me cum hard?”

I was afraid to ask, just in case he explained in detail. I had a feeling his fantasies would do absolutely nothing for me. “No idea. If you keep pestering me, I’m going to have to go to sleep with blue balls.”

“Sorry,” he giggled. “My biggest orgasms come from watching your enormous prick erupt. Your big, spongy head spitting out cum does something for me.”

He had never attempted to recruit me as a sexual partner, so I cut him some slack. If watching my prick spurt gave him his jollies, that was fine - as long as it didn’t go any further.

He continued, “I’m leaving early this week and meeting up with my friend at school.”

“Cool. I’ll let Mom know I may be home earlier than planned.”

“No,” he replied. “I want you to stay here for the rest of the week to keep Mom company. I don’t want both of us leaving right away. She needs time to adjust.” He sounded so sad. He really cared about his mom - his hot mom, who looked a lot like mine.

“Sure, Cuz. I’ll help you out.”

He smiled wide and then added, “Thanks. There is one other wish I was hoping you’d grant me. One of my fantasies is one of you fucking a girl and spraying her tits. Watching your cum-covered prick jerk and spew out your load after sex would drive me crazy. Would you be willing to fulfill my dream?”

My hand stopped. I took a few moments to process what I’d just heard. “No girl will allow you to sit and watch me make love to her.”

“I can make it happen,” he replied confidently. “If I find someone willing to do it, will you consider it?”

Recalling the babes that had regularly hung out with him in high school, I decided I’d be stupid to refuse his request. “Sure, Ken. If you find an agreeable woman, I’d be happy to provide you with a farewell memory.”

“Great,” Ken said, elated. We concentrated on stroking our pricks to completion. I squeezed my bulbous head until precum leaked and coated my shaft. My thoughts drifted back to Aunt Kate’s legs, and that pushed me much closer to my orgasm.

My cousin’s eyes locked onto my shaft; he knew I was close to blowing. “You’re going to love the pussy I’m setting up for you.”

“You do have a lot of sexy friends. Do I know her?” I asked.

He grinned and replied, “You do. She’s my mother. You’re going to fuck your aunt.”

That’s all it took. Visions of me plowing his sexy mother formed in my mind. My cockhead expanded and shot a big blob high on my chest, followed by streams of cum. My cousin’s prick released its load soon after. Silence ensued as we concentrated on draining our bodies of semen.

After our pricks finished spasming, I exclaimed, “Your mom? Aunt Kate? Are you nuts?”

He laughed, “Come on. You’re not fooling me. Your prick exploded when I mentioned her. She’s hot and I know you’d love to shove your big prick deep into her pussy.”

“You have me there,” I conceded. “She’s a real milf - but how will you arrange it? You two are close, but I doubt that you can convince her to have sex with her nephew, while her son watches. That’s a reach.”

“You haven’t been around to hear her moan and groan while she relieves herself in her bedroom every night. She’s been hinting about seeking companionship after I leave. She’s lonely and horny. Once we introduce her to your magnificent prick, she’ll be thrilled to use it instead of one of her toys.”

I wasn’t convinced he could pull it off, but the seed was planted. I was thinking about mating with my aunt for real, and I desperately wanted it to happen.”I’ll trust you since you’ve been good to me in the past. What do you need from me?”

My cousin grinned; he knew I was hooked. “My mom’s lustful longing for a man is strong, but I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable with our advances. As you noticed earlier, she allowed me to progress further than most mothers would have allowed because I’m gay. She didn’t object when you stroked her leg which indicates she trusts you.”

“Sounds like a plan. Let me know what you want me to do.”

“I’ll tell you more in the morning,” my cousin yawned, pulling the covers over himself.

I slept surprisingly well, considering the conversation I’d had with Ken the night before. Far less surprising was my morning wood. My dreams had been of me and my aunt enjoying intercourse. Sitting upright, I contemplated what to wear. The majority of clothes I’d kept at my cousin’s place had been hauled home during the previous year. Before I could grab my pants, a robe landed on my lap.

“Wear this,” my cousin insisted. “Your hard-on will be a nice touch.”

“It’ll go away,” I replied. “Dreaming about plowing your mother kept me stiff most of the night.” His expression turned sorrowful, and I regretted mentioning her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so crass,” I apologized.

“It’s okay,” he replied. “I wasn’t being forthright when I asked you to do this. The main reason isn’t providing a memory for me. I love my mom and don’t want her to get hurt. Once I leave, she’ll be lonely, horny, and vulnerable. Men will be drooling all over her, tempting her to make poor choices. The girls I’ve paired with you have all returned to me and told me how nice you were to them. According to them, you’re more than a great fuck. You’re someone who appreciates a woman and knows how to treat her. I want the same for my mom. I’d like you to fulfill her sexual needs so she can concentrate on finding a good guy and building a healthy relationship.”

I understood. He loved his mom. He wanted the best for her, but, of course, he didn’t want to fuck her himself. “No problem, Cuz. I’ll treat her as if she were my mom.”

“Wait,” exclaimed Ken, “you’re fucking your mom?”

“No, of course not,” I giggled. “I meant I’ll respect your mother like I do mine.”

“Whew,” my cousin whistled. “Fucking your aunt is one thing, but I doubt it could compare with fucking your own mother. That kind of competition would have hampered my plan. Anyway, go out and have breakfast with her. I’m going to take my shower. Remember the tips I’ve given you in the past concerning girls.”

Fortunately, I had softened by the time I made it to the kitchen. My aunt was busy preparing breakfast but took the time to smile and wish me good morning. “My son’s robe is a little tight on you. I hope this doesn’t mean you’ve offed him and taken his place.”

“No,” I laughed. “Ken offered me his robe while he showers. He said he’d prefer to wear sweats today. I’d forgotten that I’d taken most of my clothes back to my own house.”

While I sipped on a hot cup of coffee, she finished cooking and brought over our filled plates. “Let’s eat while it’s warm,” she beamed. “I can heat Ken’s share when he comes out.”

I appreciated her beauty more than usual, spurred by the idea that I could actually have her. Meanwhile, her hungry eyes furtively explored my chest - exposed, since Ken’s robe was tight on me. Ken had been right. She was horny for a man.

Kate was the first to break the silence. “By your expression, I must have food on my face,” she teased.

“No, it’s your smile,” I replied. “It always cheers me up, like Mom’s. You two are a lot alike. She always brightens my day.”

She gushed, “Thank you, Kev. I’m especially giddy since my two favorite people are with me during my week off before Ken leaves for school.”

Her friendly, infectious demeanor affected me as we continued our conversation throughout the meal. During a quiet moment, I asked, “Are you looking forward to Ken going to college? Do you have any plans? Any hobbies you’re going to pursue?”

Her expression turned immediately. “I’m worried about what’s going to happen to him there,” she said. “People can be so mean to...”

“Gays?” I answered for her. “It’s not like it was in the old days.”

“Old days?” my aunt laughed. “I suppose things might have changed since I was in high school, but thanks for mentioning how ancient I am.”

“Sorry, that was rude of me. You could easily be mistaken for Ken’s girlfriend when you’re together.”

Her wide smile returned, and, before she could reply, I added, “Besides, I’ll keep an eye on him at school and make sure no harm comes to him. His apartment will be close to mine, making it easy to hang out like we did growing up.”

“Thank you so much,” she blurted. “You’re such a sweet nephew. I feel better already, knowing you’ll be there to watch over him.”

Then, her expression turned distant. She was struggling with more dark thoughts.

“What’s wrong, Auntie?” I asked.

She hesitated, but finally, “It’s always bothered me that maybe I was the cause of Ken becoming gay. You didn’t really have a father figure, either, and you’re obviously heterosexual. Despite all the time you two spent together, maybe I just treated him differently, somehow.”

“I’m no authority on the subject, but I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Ken has always been a good person and appears happy with his lifestyle.”

“I know,” she agreed. “I just worry that maybe I could have - should have - steered him towards girls. It disturbs me that I might have been able to help him connect with girls. Did your mom do anything like that, that you can remember? You stayed with me enough that you should recognize the differences in our child-rearing techniques.”

It was obvious she was distressed about my cousin’s sexual preference. A plan formed in my mind. “She did some things to increase my interest in girls, now that I think about it.”

Her raised eyebrows and her anxious expression prompted me to continue.

“She became more interested in my relationships after my eighteenth birthday. When I first discussed dating a girl, she started dressing less conservatively. The first thing I noticed was that her shorter dresses displayed more of her legs. They’re one of her best features, a lot like yours.”

My aunt’s face reddened. Was she recalling how I stroked her calves last night?

“Really?” she chirped. “Your mother flirted with you? How risque of her. I had no idea.”

“She has become a little more open in the last year,” I said. “One time was especially memorable to me. Black thigh-high nylons cloaked her legs, and when she sat opposite me, her skirt rose. An inch of pale flesh was visible above the tops of her stockings. When she caught me staring, she didn’t adjust herself and allowed me to leer at her while we continued to talk. I felt like a perv, but I couldn’t help it.”

My aunt smiled and anxiously egged, “Go on. What else happened?”

She seemed hooked. I decided to go all-in with my perverted lies. “A few nights later, I brought home a date to meet mom. She noticed my date’s nylon-clad legs right away. She smiled, like she was thinking she’d had something to do with my choice.”

“Wow!” Aunt Kate exclaimed. “She must have been so proud of herself. I wish she would have told me about all of this. Did she do anything else to help you??”

I’d gone so far that there wasn’t much point in stopping. My eyes caught my aunt’s bosom straining against her robe. Inspiration struck.

“After the nylon incident, she would hug me longer at night before bed, and I remember noticing that her robe was looser up top. One night she pulled me in tightly, and it was obvious she wasn’t even wearing a bra.”

“Eek,” my aunt squeaked. “I can’t believe she’d be so aggressive. Did it pay off?”

“It sure did,” I lied. “My new date the next week was well-endowed, and Mom smiled again, knowing she had planted the seed in my head.”

“Jesus,” my aunt said. “I wish your mother and I would have communicated better but we were so busy with our work we didn’t have a lot of time. She probably felt it wasn’t her place to influence my son and concentrated on you. It seems to have been an effective method, though. Do you think it’s too late for my son? What if I could help him like that? Did she do anything else?”

“She did introduce me to kissing,” I lied again - but I decided I’d pushed things far enough.

“ ... but nothing romantic,” I added. “A light peck on the lips at night was enough to pique my curiosity. She never witnessed the results, though, because I thought it was weird kissing a girl in front of Mom.”

“I bet,” my aunt chuckled. “Thank you for telling me about this. Let’s keep it our secret.”

“Of course, Auntie.”

Hearing Ken emerge from the bedroom, we fell silent and cleaned our plates. The twisted fairy tales I’d just told my aunt about my mom had had an effect on me, too. Thankfully, the tent in my robe wasn’t visible from her side of the table. I still wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

Ken filled his cup and sat at his place. His smirk confirmed that he’d noticed my prominent bulge. “My ears are burning,” he quipped. “You guys talking about me?”

“Don’t be silly, Ken,” my aunt answered. “Kevin and I were catching up on him and his mother’s latest activities. Hopefully, I’ll be able to spend more time with my sister once you leave for college.”

“I get it, Mom. You’re anxious to replace me,” my cousin chuckled.

“You know better. I’m going to miss my adorable little man. First, I need to feed you.” Before she could rise, Ken put his hand onto hers, holding her in place.

“Mom. Today, we’re doing everything for you. It’s my turn to direct the activities and it starts with me cleaning up the kitchen. I’ll eat a snack and finish up. Both of you get ready and meet me in the living room.” Maintaining his grip on his mother, he ordered, “Kev, take my mom’s and your plates to the sink, please.”

Did he forget about my bulge? Of course not. Rising, I hunched over a bit, trying to at least make my erection look smaller. When I reached over to grab Aunt Kate’s plate and silverware, I saw her eyes riveted on my puffy robe. She blushed as I turned to place our stuff on the counter.

Retreating out of the room, I moved out of sight and listened.

“Guess I should have told him to take a cold shower,” my cousin laughed. His mom giggled as he continued, “Mom, it looks like you still have it.”

She chirped, “Stop it! You’re so bad.”

When they changed the subject, I left for our room. It was clear they enjoyed a closer relationship than Mom and me. I found it amusing that my cousin thought my hardening resulted from interacting with his mother when it was actually visualizing Mom in my fabricated stories.

He was right about two things: I needed to cool off, and an icy shower would do the trick. Ken entered when I finished dressing. After I relayed the morning’s events, he excitedly said, “Excellent. It sounds like you’re on the right track.”

When we heard my aunt call out to us, we left to meet her. I chuckled when I saw her legs concealed by light-blue thigh-highs. Was she already taking my advice, and trying to entice Ken towards girls? Or was she feeling young again for a different reason?

Maybe it was nothing. I didn’t think so, though.

Our first stop was the mall. My aunt loved to shop. so my cousin decided this would be our first event for the day. On our way to the second store, my cousin held her hand. Nodding his head for me to follow suit, I took her other hand. She welcomed it. Upon exiting each store, she took the initiative and grasped both of our hands again.

After a light lunch at a restaurant, we drove to a park and leisurely strolled through the gardens. There was no need to initiate contact with her as she snaked her arms through ours and held us close. At that point, I wasn’t even sure if it was Ken’s plan or Kate’s. I enjoyed reaping the benefits regardless; Kate’s body felt wonderful next to mine.

Our final stop before heading home was the grocery store so that Ken could pick up some fresh vegetables. He’d promised to cook dinner for us - yet another benefit for me.

Once home, we made ourselves comfortable in the living room. The walking had tired us out a bit. After a few minutes, my cousin knelt and removed his mother’s shoes so he could massage her feet. All he had to do was look at me; I joined him and assigned myself a foot and leg.

His mom leaned her head back and cooed, “What a wonderfully fun day. Thank you so much.”

Ken chirped, “It was a great way to kick off our vacation.”

Reaching under her skirt, he stated, “We sure don’t want to ruin it by ripping your stockings.” He swiftly pulled her nylon off. Her sharp intake of breath led me to believe this was not ordinary.

Wasting no time, I repeated my cousin’s actions. Under the pretense of being careful, I wrapped my hands around her thigh and gingerly rolled her nylon down the length of her luscious limb. My fingers lightly slid across her smooth, hot flesh. Even though her leg was tense from the unexpected contact from her nephew, she didn’t object.

“You’ll have to do both, now,” my cousin stated. “I’m going to prepare dinner. Get some more practice. Your mom will appreciate it.”

I switched feet, and my aunt smiled widely with appreciation. Their open-concept house allowed the delicious smells from the kitchen to fill the living room. Ken shouted, “Don’t forget what I told you about checking her calves once in a while.”

I quickly slid my hands up her smooth flesh. Her muscles were more relaxed than the first time. She kept her eyes closed and let me work. She rewarded my efforts with an appreciative moan.

Several minutes later, my cousin interrupted my massaging. “Kev, there’s one other relaxation area you could try out on your mother to help her. Hold her heel with one hand while your other hand moves up the underside of her leg. When you reach the area underneath her knee, lightly run your fingers over the skin.”

Aunt Kate’s eyes opened as she objected, “Ken, I don’t think he should go that far with my sister. It can be a little ticklish.”

Ignoring her pleas, my fingers traipsed across the flesh below her knee. Groaning replaced her feeble protests, followed by goosebumps appearing on her leg.

“It is silky smooth,” I commented. “From your reaction, I’d say it’s pretty sensitive.”

My hands slid along her leg, massaging her flesh until the bumps subsided. Then I teased her again. After repeating the two-part maneuver a dozen times, I switched to her other leg. Aunt Kate’s eyes closed while she enjoyed her nephew’s attention.

“Dinner’s ready,” Ken announced. “Come enjoy the fruits of my labor.”