The Most Loved One
Copyright© 2025 by natnice
Chapter 1: The Most Loved One
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Most Loved One - A magical Valentine's gift changes everything for a lonely mother and her devoted son.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Incest Mother Son MaleDom Spanking Oral Sex Big Breasts
Henry got home and closed the front door softly behind him. The house was quiet and dark, just as it always was on Valentine’s Day eve. As usual, his mum Julia had already gone to bed. Every year she hoped his dad would come home from overseas, and every year he didn’t.
She would wait all day with a small hopeful smile, then end up crying quietly in her room. Henry hated seeing her like that. This year he wanted it to be different. He wanted to be her Valentine so she wouldn’t feel lonely or sad again.
When he stepped inside, he could tell she had already crashed with sadness. The living room light was off, her coat was still thrown over the chair, and a half-eaten box of chocolates sat untouched on the table. Henry went to the kitchen, found his dinner covered on the counter – cold fish fingers and chips – and ate it standing up. He washed the plate quietly, then walked down the hall to the master bedroom.
The door was slightly open, and a soft streetlamp glow came through the curtains. Mum was in bed, facing away from him. Her shoulders rose and fell gently, but he could tell she had cried herself to sleep.
Henry stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her dark hair spread across the pillow. She looked small under the big blanket. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the little red velvet box. His fingers shook just a little as he opened it. The ring inside glowed with its soft red light, warm and alive in the dark room. He walked on tiptoe to the nightstand, where a glass of water and some tissues sat. Very carefully, he placed the open box right where she would see it first thing in the morning. The glowing stone caught the faint light and shimmered like a tiny heartbeat.
Henry looked at his mum one more time. Tomorrow would be better. He would make her smile. He whispered so softly she couldn’t possibly hear, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mum.”
Then he slipped out, closed his own bedroom door, and fell asleep with a warm feeling in his chest, imagining her face when she woke up and found the ring.
The next morning, Valentine’s Day, Sun came softly through the curtains, painting the house in pale pink light.
Henry woke up with a big smile already on his face. His heart felt light and excited. Today was the day. He could not wait to see his mum’s eyes when she found the ring and realised someone had thought of her, someone who loved her more than anything.
He lay there for a moment, listening to the quiet house, imagining her waking up, seeing the little red box on the nightstand, opening it, and the soft red glow catching her eye. He pictured her slipping the ring on her finger and smiling the way she used to when Dad was still around.
This would be a good Valentine’s Day. No tears. Only happiness.
After a few minutes he grabbed his phone, scrolled a little, then threw back the covers and jumped out of bed, ready to start the day.
He walked to his bathroom for a shower, but when he turned the knob, only ice-cold water came out. The water heater must be broken again. Henry groaned, annoyed, and wrapped a towel around himself. He decided to use his parents’ bathroom instead.
He walked quietly down the hall and gently pushed open the master bedroom door. He half-expected to see his mum already awake, sitting up in bed with the ring on her finger and a big smile for him. But she was still asleep, curled under the blanket. She was usually up by now, making breakfast or tea, but on Valentine’s Day, when Dad never came home, she always stayed in bed longer, as if sleep could hide the sadness.
Henry thought about his dad for a moment—how he was always away, always working, and how he did not deserve a woman as kind and beautiful as Mum. Then his eyes moved to her on the bed.
Julia lay on her side, the sheet pulled up to her shoulders. Her long black hair spilled across the white pillow like dark silk, shining softly in the morning light that slipped through the curtains. Her skin was pale and smooth, milky white, almost glowing.
Even asleep, she looked breathtaking. Her full lips were slightly parted, soft and pink. Long dark lashes rested against her cheeks. Her face was heart-shaped, delicate yet strong, the kind of beauty that made people stop and look twice.
The sheet had slipped down a little as she breathed, slow and steady. Her chest rose and fell gently, the soft curves of her large, full breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her nightgown. The nightgown clung to her body, showing the narrow dip of her waist and the wide, womanly swell of her hips. She had the kind of figure that turned heads—voluptuous and soft in all the right places, with a natural, effortless grace. Even now, asleep and unaware, she looked like someone out of a dream.
Henry stood in the doorway for a moment, feeling a rush of love and protectiveness. She deserved to be happy today, more than anyone.
Henry moved quietly into his parents’ bathroom and closed the door with a soft click. He turned on the shower and waited a moment. Soon, hot water poured out in a strong, steady stream. The steam rose quickly, filling the room with thick, warm mist. The water felt perfect—scalding hot at first, then just right as it ran over his skin, easing away the morning chill and making his muscles relax.
He stepped under the spray and closed his eyes, letting the heat soak into him. Droplets drummed against his shoulders and back, loud in the small tiled space. The mirror fogged up completely, and the air smelled clean and warm.
A few minutes passed like that, peaceful and quiet.
Then the bathroom door swung open with a sudden rush of cooler air.
Julia stepped in, a bright, happy smile on her face. Her eyes shone with joy he had not seen in a long time.
Henry jumped and spun around, heart pounding. “Mum!!!” he shouted in shock, one hand grabbing for the shower curtain that was not there.
She did not seem to notice his panic. She looked at him with soft, loving eyes and whispered, “Mark ... you came home.”
On her left hand, the ring already sat perfectly on her finger ... The small red stone caught the shower light and twinkled with a warm, gentle glow, like a tiny heartbeat of red sparkles dancing every time she moved her hand. It looked perfect there, as if it had always belonged on her finger.
She thought he was his father. She always hoped Dad would surprise her on Valentine’s Day, and now the ring, the early morning, the shower running—it had all made her believe her husband had finally returned.
Before Henry could speak, she slipped off her slippers and stepped into the shower fully dressed. Her thin nightgown soaked instantly, the hot water turning the pale fabric dark and clingy. It stuck to her body like a second skin, showing every curve. Her full, heavy breasts pressed against the wet material—round and perfect handfuls, the outline of her nipples clear through the cloth. Water streamed down her milky white skin, tracing over her narrow waist and wide hips.
She moved closer, the steam swirling around her black hair, now wet and shining.
Julia reached out and touched his chest gently with both hands, a warm, cooing smile on her lips. “I love the surprise, baby,” she murmured.
Then she rose on her toes and pressed her mouth to his in a deep, slow kiss—soft, hungry, full of years of waiting. Her lips were warm and wet from the shower, tasting faintly of sleep and sweetness.
Henry froze, eyes wide.
She pulled back just enough to breathe against his lips, her fingers still on his chest. “Shh,” she whispered, smiling. “I love the surprise, baby.”
Then she kissed him again, closing his open mouth with hers.
Julia pressed closer under the hot water, her body soft and warm against his. The soaked nightgown clung to her like it was painted on, turning almost see-through. Her full, heavy breasts pushed firmly into his chest, round and perfect, the wet fabric hiding nothing.
They felt soft yet firm, warm handfuls that moved gently with every breath she took, the hard peaks of her nipples brushing against him through the thin cloth.
Her hands started to roam slowly across his wet skin. Fingers traced down his shoulders, over his chest, then around his back, pulling him even tighter. She cooed softly, eyes half-closed, as her breasts squished more against him, soft and full, rising and falling with her quickening breaths. The heat of the shower mixed with the heat of her body, making everything feel slippery and close. Each time she moved, her breasts pressed and slid against him, sending little waves of warmth through both of them.
Julia pulled back from the kiss just enough to catch her breath, her eyes soft and dreamy under the streaming water. A small, loving smile played on her wet lips. She took both of Henry’s hands in hers—her fingers warm and slippery from the shower—and gently guided them down.
She placed his palms firmly on her bottom.
Her ass was full and round, soft yet firm under his hands, the soaked nightgown clinging so tightly it felt like there was almost nothing between his skin and hers. The fabric was thin and wet, letting him feel every curve—the smooth, plump cheeks that filled his hands perfectly, warm and heavy. Each one was a generous handful, curving out wide from her narrow waist, the kind of shape that felt made for holding.
As she pressed his hands there, she gave a little sway, making her bottom move softly against his palms. The water ran down over them both, tracing hot lines across her pale skin and making everything slick and warm. She let out a quiet, happy sigh, her body relaxing into his touch.
“There,” she whispered against his mouth, voice low and sweet. “Hold me like you used to, baby.”
Henry stood frozen under the hot water, his heart pounding harder than ever. As Julia pressed her soft, wet body against him, he felt his cock growing stiff, swelling quickly until it stood fully hard, pointing straight up. The thick shaft throbbed and bumped firmly against her warm belly with every small movement, impossible to hide.
Panic mixed with the heat rushing through him. He opened his mouth to speak. “Mum!!! I’m not Dad,” he finally blurted out, voice shaking.
Julia pulled back just an inch, her wet lips almost touching his. A playful, teasing smile curved her mouth. Her breath was hot and sweet against his skin as she whispered, “You called me Mum again.”
She let out a soft, low laugh, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Do you want to play it like that, baby?”
She leaned even closer, her words brushing his lips. “Sure ... call me Mommy, like we always used to do.”
Her hand slid slowly down his wet chest and stomach. Then, without hesitation, she wrapped her warm fingers around his hard cock. She held it gently but firmly, feeling how stiff and thick it was.
Julia gave a little squeeze and looked down through the steam, smiling wider. “Looks like you got all excited for Mommy, baby,” she cooed, voice soft and loving. Her thumb brushed lightly over the tip as the hot water poured over them both. The red stone in her ring twinkled brightly every time her hand moved.
Henry’s whole body trembled under the steaming water as Julia knelt in front of him.
She looked up with that soft, loving smile, her wet black hair plastered to her shoulders, and gently guided his stiff cock between her full lips.
She took him in slowly at first. Her mouth was warm and wet, softer than he could have imagined. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside and swirled around the head, tasting him. Then she slid forward, taking more, her cheeks pulling in as she sucked gently. One hand stayed wrapped around the base, stroking in slow twists, while the other cupped and played with his balls, fingers light and teasing.
His mind fought inside itself.
This is wrong. She’s your mum. Stop it now.
But she feels so good ... and she’s so happy ... the ring made her happy ... maybe it’s okay...
No. It’s not okay. It’s not real.
But I’m the most loved one now ... just like he promised.
He stared at the glowing red stone again. It twinkled back at him, warm and knowing.
Every time her lips slid down and back up, the guilt got quieter. Every time she looked up at him with those happy eyes and hummed around him, the wrongness felt less important. Her mouth felt too good—perfect, loving, hungry. No one had ever touched him like this. No one had ever made him feel so wanted.
Part of him hated the ring for changing her. Part of him loved it for giving him this—for turning his beautiful mum’s sadness into joy, even if the joy was aimed at him in a way it should never be.
This is wrong ... but she’s so happy ... and it feels so good...
He groaned low, fingers tightening in her wet hair. The pleasure was winning. The guilt was still there, sharp and painful, but it was drowning under the heat of her mouth and the steady glow of the red stone.
For now, he let it happen. He could not push her away. Not when she was making those soft, happy sounds and loving him more than anyone ever had.
Deep inside, a quiet voice whispered, Sorry, Dad. I’m sorry ... but I can’t stop this. The guilt stung for a moment, sharp and real, but it slipped away under the feel of his mum’s warm mouth.
Julia knelt in front of him, lips sliding slowly up and down his hard cock. She took him deep, then pulled back until just the head rested on her soft tongue. Her hand stroked the base in gentle twists, keeping perfect rhythm. Soft, wet sounds mixed with the shower, and every time she hummed happily, the vibration shot straight through him.
Henry looked down at her. Water streamed over her beautiful face, down her long black hair, over the soaked nightgown that clung to her heavy breasts. The red stone in the ring glowed bright on her moving hand. She looked so happy, so full of love.
Something inside him shifted. The guilt faded. A new heat took its place—stronger, bolder.
His fingers tightened in her wet hair. At first he just held, feeling the soft strands between his fingers. Then he pulled gently, guiding her head. He started to move his hips forward, slow but sure, taking the lead.
Julia made a soft, pleased sound around him. Her eyes flicked up, sparkling, telling him she liked it. She let him set the pace, relaxing her mouth so he could slide deeper.
Henry groaned low. He gripped her hair firmer and pushed in, feeling her warm throat open for him. His cock throbbed hard as he pulled back and thrust again, steady and deep. Water ran down her face and body, her full breasts bouncing softly with every movement he made.
He took control now. His hand held her head still while his hips rocked forward, fucking her mouth in slow, hungry strokes. Each time he went deep, she took him easily, lips tight and tongue swirling. Her free hand squeezed his thigh, urging him on.
It felt powerful. It felt right. She was his now—kneeling for him, loving him completely.
Henry’s breaths came faster. He watched her beautiful face, her lips stretched around him, eyes locked on his. Pleasure built hot and fast in his belly.
He pulled her hair a little harder, guiding her faster. “Mum...” he whispered, voice rough. Then, lower, “Mommy...”
She moaned around his cock, the sound full of joy, and sucked harder, letting him take everything he wanted.
They stumbled out of the shower, still wet, and fell onto the bed
Julia sat on the edge of the bed, legs slightly apart, the soaked light-blue nightgown pulled down to her waist so her full breasts were completely bare. Henry sat close behind her, arms wrapped tightly around her from behind, hands gently cupping and squeezing her heavy breasts.
One of her hands rested on his arm, the other braced on the bed for balance. His damp hair brushed her shoulder as he turned his head to her chest.
He pressed his mouth to one soft pink nipple and sucked greedily—deep, wet pulls that filled the room with loud, needy sounds: slurp ... mmm ... suck ... schlurp...
His tongue swirled around the hard peak between each suck, teasing and flicking.
He moved to the other breast, lips closing tight—suck ... slurp ... mmmph...
the wet sounds growing hungrier as he switched back and forth, mouth never leaving her warm skin for long.
Julia arched her back against him, pressing her breasts fuller into his hands and mouth. Her fingers tightened on his arm, the ring twinkling red each time her hand moved. Soft moans escaped her lips, mixing with the wet sucking sounds as Henry lost himself in the taste and feel of her.
Henry’s hands roamed over them greedily. He cupped both breasts firmly, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh. He squeezed gently, then harder, thumbs brushing over her stiff pink nipples again and again. He rolled the hard peaks between his fingers, tugging lightly, making them even harder.
Julia’s head fell back against his shoulder, long black hair spilling down his chest. Her eyes were half-closed, mouth open as soft moans escaped her lips.
“Ahh ... yes, baby...” she whispered, voice breathy and full of pleasure. “Play with Mommy’s breasts ... just like that ... mmm...”
She moaned louder when he pinched her nipples lightly.
“Ohhh ... yes ... harder, baby ... mmmph...”
Her body arched into his hands, pressing her breasts fuller into his palms.
Henry’s bare cock, still hard and throbbing from the shower, pressed hot and firm against the small of her back. The thick shaft nestled right against her smooth skin, pulsing with every beat of his heart. Pre-cum smeared warm trails on her back as he rocked his hips a little, sliding it up and down her spine without thinking. The feel of her soft, wet skin against his naked length made him groan low against her neck.
Julia reached one hand back, fingers brushing his thigh, the ring twinkling red as she moved.
“Mmm ... good boy...” she cooed between moans. “Mommy loves when you play with her big breasts ... ahh ... don’t stop ... ohhh...”
Henry’s mind was a storm of wild, conflicting thoughts as he sat behind his mum, his hands full of her soft, heavy breasts, squeezing and playing with them just the way she begged.
She thought this was all a game—a naughty role-play with her husband Mark. In her mind, Dad had finally come home for Valentine’s Day, slipped the magic ring on her finger as a surprise, and now they were acting out a secret fantasy she had always wanted.
Calling her “Mommy,” letting her call him “baby”—it was just spicy fun between husband and wife, something to make the day special after years apart. She moaned and arched into his touch because she believed she was safe in her husband’s arms, giving and receiving love she had missed for so long.
But Henry knew the truth.
It was not Dad holding her. It was him—her own son. The boy she had raised, kissed goodnight, comforted when he cried. And he was the one feeling her bare breasts in his palms, thumbs rubbing her hard nipples. He was the one with his naked cock pressed hot and throbbing against her back, sliding slowly up and down her smooth skin as his hips moved on their own.
The wrongness of it made his stomach twist with fresh guilt every few seconds. This was his mum. His real mum. The ring had twisted everything, turned her love for Dad into this burning need for him instead. She did not know. She would be horrified if she knew.
Yet that same wrongness fed a dark, hungry fire inside him. He was tasting the fruits of her love—love meant for someone else, but now poured all over him. Every moan from her lips, every time she pushed her breasts harder into his hands, every soft “good boy” and “Mommy loves this” was for him. Not Dad. Him.
The ring had made him the most loved one, just like the old man promised, and now he was drowning in it.
Without thinking straight, Henry let one hand slide down from her breast, over the soft curve of her belly, and under the bunched fabric of her light-blue nightgown. His fingers pushed between her thighs and found her pussy lips, warm and swollen. She was already soaked—wet and slippery, her juices coating his fingertips the moment he touched her.
Julia gasped sharply, her whole body jerking against him.
“Ohh ... shit...” she moaned, voice high and breathless. “Ohhh...”
Her hips bucked forward into his hand, chasing more. Henry’s fingers parted her soft folds easily, sliding through the slick heat. He circled her clit slowly, then dipped lower, feeling how ready she was.
“Ohhh ... yes, baby...” she whimpered, head falling back harder against his shoulder. “Ohh ... shit ... don’t stop ... Mommy’s so wet for you...”
Her thighs trembled, opening wider for him. The ring on her finger flashed red as her hand gripped his arm tight. Henry’s cock throbbed harder against her back, leaking more pre-cum on her skin as he rubbed her pussy faster, lost in how good she felt, how needy she sounded.
Julia moaned louder as Henry leaned in, pressing his open mouth to the side of her neck. He kissed her there—slow, wet kisses that turned into soft sucks and gentle bites, tasting the warm, damp skin just below her ear. His breath was hot against her, making her shiver.
With his left hand, he gathered both of her heavy breasts together, squeezing them firmly. His fingers found her right nipple, pinching it between thumb and forefinger—rolling it, tugging it lightly, then harder. The stiff peak hardened even more under his touch, sending little jolts through her body.
“Ohhh ... yes, baby...” she whimpered, her voice breaking into a soft moan.
His right hand stayed between her thighs, fingers sliding deeper into her hot pussy. Her insides were scorching and slick, gripping his fingers tightly as he pushed them in and out slowly. The heat wrapped around him, wet and welcoming, her walls pulsing with every stroke. He curled his fingers inside, rubbing that sensitive spot that made her hips buck against his hand.
Julia’s head fell back against his shoulder, exposing more of her neck for his kisses. She moaned again, louder this time, the sound raw and needy.
“Ohhh ... shit ... deeper, baby ... ohhh ... Mommy’s so hot for you ... mmmph ... yes, pinch my tit harder ... ahh!”
Henry shifted forward on the bed, his hands sliding from her breasts down to her hips. He gently guided Julia to lean back, her arms stretching out behind her as she planted both palms firmly on the mattress for support.
Her body arched slightly, chest pushing forward and legs spreading wider, giving him full access to every part of her. The position opened her completely to him—her full breasts heaving with each breath, her soft belly exposed, her thighs parted so he could settle comfortably between them on his knees.
He started low, pressing warm, slow kisses to the smooth skin of her belly, just above her navel. His lips trailed wet paths across her milky white skin, tasting the faint salt from their earlier shower. Julia sighed softly, her fingers curling into the sheets as she held herself steady with both hands behind her.
“Mmm ... yes, baby...” she whispered, watching him with half-lidded eyes.
Henry moved upward, his mouth finding the underside of her right breast. He kissed the soft curve there first, then slowly dragged his lips higher until he reached the pink nipple. He circled it with gentle kisses, teasing, before finally closing his mouth around it. He sucked softly at first, then deeper, his tongue flicking over the hard peak.
Julia moaned louder, her back arching more to push her breast fuller into his mouth.
“Ohhh ... good boy ... kiss Mommy’s tits...”
Encouraged by her words, Henry released her nipple with a soft pop and began kissing lower again—down the center of her chest, over her belly once more, then lower still. His hands gripped her thighs gently, keeping them open as he settled between them. He kissed the sensitive skin just above her pussy, then the inner crease of her thigh, teasing closer.
Finally, he reached her center. His lips brushed her wet pussy lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Julia gasped, her arms trembling as she leaned back harder on her hands, giving him even more room.
“Ohhh ... yes ... kiss me there, baby...” she breathed, voice shaking.
Henry kissed her again, deeper this time, his mouth opening to taste her fully. His tongue slipped out, tracing her slick folds slowly, savoring how wet and ready she was for him. The ring on her finger caught the light as her body tensed, waiting for more.
Julia slowly lowered herself from her leaning position, easing back until she lay flat on the bed, her long black hair fanning out across the white sheets. Her legs stayed open wide, knees bent and feet planted on the mattress, giving Henry complete access.
He moved forward on his knees, settling comfortably between her spread thighs, his hands sliding under her hips to lift her slightly toward his mouth.
He started with soft kisses on her inner thighs, then moved to her wet pussy lips, pressing his mouth fully against her. His tongue slipped out and began fucking her deeply—long, slow thrusts inside her hot, slick entrance, pushing in as far as he could before pulling back. Her taste flooded him, sweet and musky, her juices coating his tongue and lips.
Julia’s breaths turned heavy and ragged, coming in sharp gasps.
“Ohhh ... baby ... yes...”
He pulled his tongue out and circled her swollen clit slowly, tracing tight, wet rings around the sensitive bud. Then he dipped back inside her, tongue-fucking her harder, curling it to rub against her inner walls. Her hips rocked up to meet him, chasing every stroke.
“Ahh ... ahh ... ohhh ... don’t stop...” she gasped, chest heaving with each desperate breath.
Henry kept the rhythm—deep thrusts with his tongue, then slow circles around her clit, over and over. His hands gripped her ass tighter, holding her steady as she started to tremble. The ring on her finger flashed red every time her hand clutched the sheets.
Her gasps grew louder, faster.
“baby ... Mommy’s gonna ... ahh ... ahh ... yes ... right there...”
Her thighs quivered around his head, body arching off the bed as he circled her clit faster, tongue pressing hard, giving her everything she needed.
They shifted on the bed, bodies slick and eager. Julia moved onto her hands and knees, arching her back naturally as she settled on all fours. Her long black hair fell forward over one shoulder, exposing the smooth line of her pale back.
Henry knelt behind her, heart pounding, his hands gripping her hips. He could not stop now—not after tasting her, feeling her come apart under his tongue. This was forbidden, wrong on every level. She was his own mum. But the need burned too hot. Even if it was only this once, he had to have her completely.
He guided his hard cock to her entrance, the thick head brushing her wet pussy lips. She was dripping, ready, her folds swollen and pink. Julia breathed heavily, chest rising and falling fast, soft whimpers escaping her lips as she waited.
Henry pushed forward slowly, inch by inch. Her tight heat wrapped around him, hot and slick, pulling him deeper. He groaned low as he sank in, watching himself disappear inside her.
“Ohhh ... yes, baby...” Julia gasped, voice shaking. “Slow ... just like that ... fill Mommy up...”
From behind, the view drove him wild. Her milky white skin glowed in the soft bedroom light, flawless and smooth down the curve of her spine. Her ass was full and round, perfect plump cheeks spreading slightly as he held her hips, the soft flesh jiggling gently with every slow thrust. Each time he pulled back and pushed in deeper, her ass rippled, the pale curves bouncing against his pelvis.
He watched his cock slide in and out, glistening with her juices, stretching her pink lips around him.
Julia moaned louder with every thrust, pushing back to meet him, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her.
“Mmm ... deeper, baby ... ohhh ... you feel so good inside Mommy...”
Henry rocked faster, unable to hold back. The sight of her perfect ass, the way it moved for him, the sound of her needy breaths—it was all too much. He thrust harder, skin slapping softly against skin, lost in the forbidden heat of finally having her.
Henry thrust slowly deeper into her from behind, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as Julia rocked back to meet him. Her body trembled with every push, her full ass jiggling softly against his pelvis.
“Ohhh ... yes, baby...” she moaned, voice low and shaky. “Mmm ... so deep ... fill Mommy up...”
Henry groaned, the sound rough and needy in his throat. His hands gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft pale flesh.
“Fuck, Mum ... you feel so good,” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “So tight around my cock ... taking your own son like this...”
Julia gasped sharply at his words, her pussy clenching hard around him.
“Ahh! Ohhh ... shit ... yes ... talk like that, baby ... mmmph...”