Chapter 3: The Trip

In the morning, Dennis and Melissa were the last to rise. It had been an exhausting night, and by the time they reached the breakfast table, their parents were almost finished.

"Come on sleepy heads!", said Helen. "What time did you two get to bed last night... you both look like death warmed up!"

"Don't worry, Mom," replied Dennis smiling at his sister. "We were both in bed REAL early... right Sis?"

"Yeah, Mom!", smirked Melissa. "Too much sleep I guess."

"Probably stayed up all night watching movies," grinned Don, looking up from his morning paper.

Melissa stared at her father, somehow he seemed younger looking this morning, and very, very handsome. Her cunt tingled as she saw his gaze drop to her unbuttoned blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she knew her father could clearly see the firm, budding roundness of her exposed breasts.

She tried not to look at him, and was pleased when the phone rang and Don got up to answer it. Even then, Melissa followed his retreating backside with lustful eyes, taking in the contours of her father's firm, muscular ass with more than a daughterly interest. 'Not bad, Dad!', she thought feeling the familiar itch developing between her hot young thighs.

Dennis caught the look and carefully stretched out a foot under the table until he could reach his sister's crotch. He wiggled his toes against her cuntmound and was pleasantly surprised to find she wasn't wearing any panties under her nightdress. Melissa opened her thighs at her brother's intimate touch, surprised at his boldness but thankful to feel something hard rubbing against her excited little slit.

His big toe slipped into her cunthole and Melissa had to bite her lip to stop from squealing with pleasure. She suddenly wondered what their parents would do if they could see what was going on under the tablecloth. Reaching stealthily under the table, Melissa grabbed her brother's foot and pulled it into her crotch, grinding her hips in very, very slowly circles.

She looked at her father hoping he wouldn't notice anything. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, talking on the phone, and as she looked closely Melissa noticed with a gasp of delight that she could see right up the leg of his short pajamas. The dark, mysterious shape of her father's cock was clearly visible, and Melissa climaxed suddenly around her brother's probing foot, shivering with lust as she imagined her father's obviously massive prick in its place.

Dennis removed his juice-slick toes from his sister's cunt only just in time, as his mother came back into the room.

"All finished kids?", she asked, reaching for their plates.

"Yeah, Mom!", said Dennis, supressing a smirk. "at least for now anyway." Helen noticed a strange look pass between her two children, but before she could say anything, Don came back into the room, his face grim.

"Bad news I'm afraid, dear!", he said to Helen. "It's your Aunt Hilda... she's been taken to hospital in Phoenix. They said it was a mild heart attack, but they say she's stabilized now though."

"Oh God!", said Helen sitting down. "I guess I'd better go and see how she is I suppose."

"Ok, sweetheart, I'll call the airport and arrange for a reservation."

"No, don't bother dear," said Helen. "It'll save money if I drive down."

"That's quite a drive, Helen! I can't take time off work right now, and I really don't want you driving that far alone, honey."

"I can go with you Mom... ", piped up Dennis. "... and take over driving when you get tired."

After haggling over the details it was all settled, and early the next day, Dennis and Helen set off for Phoenix. It would be a two day trip, there and back, and Dennis was looking forward to spending some time alone with his mother. He didn't know what it was, but suddenly his mom had begun to look extremely cute and sexy.

Just out of town they stopped for gas and decided to have a bite to eat. As they sat at a table in the diner, Helen noticed her son wasn't paying attention to his food like he usually did, and she suspected why. It was the waitress that had served them. She was young, about eighteen or nineteen, and she was built. Her skirt was tight and short, clinging to her firm, round ass and showing off most of her long, smooth legs.

Her blouse was even tighter, and low cut, revealing a deep cleavage between heavy, braless tits. Her dark nipples could be seen clearly, pressing against the thin, white material. A tiny apron tied tightly around her waist gave her a hourglass figure. The girl was cute, and she knew it. She knew she was turning Dennis on, too... Helen could see that. 'Bitch!', thought Helen, staring rudely at the girl as she bent over farther than necessary to refill their coffee cups. 'She's showing herself off like a common whore!' She could see her son squirming around on his chair, even reaching under the table when nobody was looking, to rearrange himself.

Helen recognized the feeling she had towards the girl as jealousy. She considered herself still very attractive. She had always been chesty, but her tits didn't hang... they were firm and upright... and her hips weren't on the fat side like the young waitress... they were slim and athletic. Helen was getting more and more irritated by the minute.

"What's the matter, Dennis?", she asked suddenly. "You're acting strange this morning. Don't you feel well?"

"I'm okay, Mom. Just sleepy I guess. We started awfully early.", he lied.

"You're right, honey, but we've gotta press on. I'll drive and you can take a nap in the back seat. I feel good this morning."

The girl returned. She smiled at Dennis, eyeing the bulge in his pants.

"Is there anything else you'd like?", she asked sweetly, knowing full well exactly what the boy would like.

"Just the check, thanks!", Helen snapped.

She could see that her sixteen year-old son was obviously turned on by the girl, but was a little confused as to why her motherly instinct had turned to jealousy. As Dennis got up, Helen noticed the lump in her son's pants that had taken the waitress' eye, and wondered for a moment what his little cock looked like all swollen with blood and desire. It had been years since she had seen him naked. Realizing what she was thinking, she blushed with embarrassment, but the image of her son's hard, erect prick wouldn't leave her brain.

Helen paid the check and followed her son out to the car. Her eyes followed his hard, young ass. She had always been a butt fancier ever since she had known what men were for. In fact, that was why she had originally gone out with her husband, Don. He'd had the nicest, tightest, ass in high school... and the biggest cock. Helen shuddered. Dennis looked a lot like his father, tall, blonde and handsome, with an athlete's body, and as she stared at his cute young ass heading towards the car, she couldn't help but wonder if her son was built like his father in every respect. He was waiting patiently beside the car for her as she approached.

"You get in the back and sleep, honey; I'll drive. You can drive this afternoon, after you've had a rest, okay?"

Dennis crawled into the back seat and stretched out on his back, still thinking about the waitress' big tits, trying to imagine them without the tight blouse. He was sure they'd be big and round and soft, with large nipples. In his mind, he sucked the nipple into his mouth and slid his hand under her short skirt... of course she wasn't wearing any panties, and his fingers immediately slid into the girl's hot pussy-slit... it was wet and sticky. His hand slid to the crotch of his jeans and squeezed his hard prick, masturbating as best he could through the hard material.

In the front seat, Helen was equally excited. The thought of her son's hard cock was enough to set her easily aroused cunt-juices flowing like mad. She tried to ignore it as a figment of her imagination, but the more she tried to ignore it, the more it filled her mind. As she drove, all she could think about was her son's stiff, blood engorged prick, and how big it might be. But then a wave of jealousy clouded her brain as she imagined her son's stiff cock planted deep in the cunt of that slutty waitress. Helen adjusted the rear-view mirror so that she could see her son. She couldn't see his face because it was hidden by the passenger seat, but she could see her son's midsection clearly.

Helen almost gasped aloud when she saw he was playing with himself. His hand was moving up and down between his drawn up thighs as the young boy stroked his cock through his pants. It was obvious he was masturbating. Helen had never thought of her son jacking-off before, and strangely, it excited her. He was a male after all... he had a prick, and it would get hard... and if he pulled on it enough, it would squirt all over the place, just like her husband's. Helen wondered how big it was, and her throat suddenly became dry. She felt a wetness in her panties and dropped a hand between her legs to squeeze her pussy, but it wasn't enough... it never had been. Helen was one of those women who needed penetration, preferably deep penetration. A long, hard cock slicing in and out of her cunt was what she needed.

With her husband's cock almost always available, Helen didn't masturbate much, only when she felt the need strongly... only when she was unusually stimulated... and the sight of her own son playing with himself was stimulating her unusually. It wasn't just that he had a prick... her son's was a new prick... a forbidden prick, and the young mother fought against the ugly, incestuous thoughts forming in her mind. She looked into mirror and noticed that her son was pulling at his cock faster... the ugly thoughts came back... stronger than before. Helen needed relief, and she needed it now. She pushed her short skirt up over her thighs and, pulling aside the wet crotch of her panties, jammed two stiff fingers into her yearning, aching cunt. The feeling was so satisfying, Helen was unable to suppress the low moan of delight which escaped her lips.

Hearing the sound, Dennis looked up. His mother's skirt was hiked halfway up her thighs, and her hand was doing something between her legs. At first he thought she was rearranging her panties, but that thought soon left his head when he saw the wet, glistening goo on his mother's stabbing fingers. He peeked around the corner of the passenger seat but could only see the side of her face. It was then that Dennis realized that his mother was staring at his crotch in the rear-view mirror. She couldn't see his face, but she was sure feasting her eyes on the lump in his pants! He couldn't believe it at first. His own mother, for Chrissakes!... fingering herself like a horny schoolgirl as she watched him jerk off. She must be hot as a pistol to do that while her own son was in the car, he thought.

Suddenly, the importance of what was happening hit him, and a mischievous smile crossed his handsome young features as young Dennis considered the exciting possibilities. He reached down and unzipped his fly. 'She wants to look... I'll give her something to really look at!', he grinned. His own eyes were glued to the creamy expanse of his mother's exposed thighs. Helen was watching her son at every chance she got, taking her eyes of the road as much as she dared, gripping the wheel with one hand, the other moving in and out between her moist thighs. When she saw her son unzip his pants and reach inside, a shudder of excitement coursed through her body, but when he pulled his hard young cock out into full view, she nearly ran off the road!

Helen licked her lips unconsciously at the sight of her son's magnificent erection. It was much larger than she's expected... at least as big as her husband's... and that was saying something! She watched him stroke it loving with the tips of his fingers. Then, as Dennis fisted his cock and began to jerk up and down on the thick, purple shaft, Helen found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on her driving.

Several times cars honked their horns at her as she got too close to the other lanes. At the moment Helen was so excited she wanted nothing more than to watch her handsome son jerk his gorgeous young prick to a cum-spurting climax, but it was too dangerous. Not only because she kept running off the road, but also because she still hadn't come to terms with the new feelings she was having towards her own son... unnatural feelings, that made her hot young cunt itch with uncontrollable desire.

With mixed feelings of regret and relief Helen saw a service station and turned off the highway. Dennis swore under his breath as he realized what his mother was doing and stuffed his cock uncomfortably back into his pants.

"What's wrong?", he asked cautiously.

"Nothing, sweetheart. You go ahead and sleep. I'm just going to get some gas and go to the toilet... I... er... I forgot to go back at the cafe." Helen hoped her voice didn't sound too shaky.

"Okay, Mom." said Dennis, trying to sound half asleep.

Helen got out of the car and told the attendant to fill it up. She hurried to the ladies' room, pissed frantically, wiped her pussy with care, and put her wet panties into her purse.

She glanced into the dirty, streaked mirror above the washbowl, looking for signs of perverted lust in her face. She saw none and sighed with relief. When she returned to the car, she was startled to see Dennis behind the wheel.

"I thought you were napping?", she said, opening the door.

"I couldn't sleep, Mom. Hop in and let me drive for a while."

Helen was disappointed, very disappointed. Now that she's composed herself somewhat, she had been secretly hoping to once again watch her son fondle himself while she masturbated. Her need for a deep, satisfying orgasm was strong. Reluctantly she got into the passenger's seat beside him.

"Are you sure you feel like it, Dennis?", she asked.

"I feel fine, Mom," he answered. "Why don't you get some shut-eye yourself."

Helen pulled the lever and lowered the backrest as far as it would go and stretched herself out, giving her son a tantalizing glimpse of naked thigh as she settled herself in the comfortable bucket seat. Dennis' cock was soft when they pulled out onto the highway again, but it didn't stay that way for long. He kept giving his mother sideways glances, eyeing off her prominent tits and firm, creamy thighs. The vent on Helen's side was open and every now and then, the wind lifted her skirt, blowing it up further and further. A quick look told Dennis that his mother's eyes were closed, so he stared brazenly at her exposed thighs. He was just about to reach over and lift up the hem a little more when Helen moaned softly and opened her legs... the wind did the job for him.

Helen's skirt was now so far up her thighs, that Dennis could see her crotch plainly. He blinked and gasped, then moaned with excitement as he realized his mother wasn't wearing any panties. His cock leaped to attention inside his pants, bulging painfully against the rough material.

"It's awfully warm," mumbled Helen.

Her hand tugged at her blouse, pulling several buttons open. Dennis' eyes widened at the sight of his mother's cleavage, which was much deeper than the girl's at the cafe. He could see that her tits were even bigger than he had imagined... and firm too. His hand dropped to the bulge in his groin and he started to rub himself again. His cock was hard as a rock. He could see the lips of his mother's tempting slit glistening at him through the light blonde thatch of pubic hair between her carelessly open thighs. Throwing caution to the wind, Dennis once more unzipped his fly and was soon jacking off like mad, untroubled that his mother might wake up, or that he might spray come all over the dashboard.

Helen was already awake. She had been faking since she curled up on the seat beside him, her passion a mixture of fear and lust... eventually the lust won. With her heart beating wildly she suddenly sat up and opened her eyes wide, staring openly at the fully erect cock he clasped in his fist.

"What on earth are you doing, Dennis?", she cried, trying to sound shocked.

The startled boy shoved his cock quickly back into his pants and jerked his hand back to the wheel, his face reddening. When her son didn't reply, Helen snapped, "Pull the car over to the side!"

Dennis didn't know what to think. His mother was acting strangely. He slowed the car and coasted to rest behind a large billboard. Helen turned to her son, her heart beating wildly.

"What were you doing, Dennis?", she repeated.

"Nothing, Mom, honest!" stammered Dennis, staring straight ahead.

"Don't lie to me, Dennis.", said his mother. "I saw you. You were playing with yourself, weren't you?"

"Yes," the boy answered weakly.

"Why, Dennis?", murmured Helen. "Tell Momma why you were playing with yourself, honey."

Dennis, who was unaccustomed to lying to his mother, blurted out, "I was looking up your dress, Mom... I couldn't help it, honest!"

"What were you looking at exactly, baby?", breathed Helen unable to keep her ass still on the seat.

"I was looking at your... um... your..."

"Say it, Dennis!", growled his mother, increasingly turned on by her young son's fresh innocence. "Tell me exactly what you were looking at!"

"... your cunt, Mom! I was looking at your cunt!", whispered Dennis hoarsly.

He felt his cock stirring once more as he watched his mother's fingers unbutton her blouse and let it fall wide open. Helen twisted around in the seat until she was facing her son and leant back against the door. She smiled provocatively and spread her legs, lifting the hem of her skirt slowly until it was well above her slim waist.

"Is this what you were looking at, sweetheart?", she breathed, opening her thighs wide apart.

"Ohhh, Mom! Yeahhhhhh!", moaned Dennis, feasting his eyes on his mother's naked blonde pussy.

Watching his cock bulge grow in his pants, Helen became excited at the powerful effect she was having on him. It turned her on immensely to know that she could sexually arouse her own son. Impulsively Helen reached over and pulled the boy's head down closer.

"Why don't you have a really good look then, honey," she said.

The thrill of exposing herself to the boy was making Helen's itching cunt juice like mad. She reached for his open fly and slid her hand inside, trembling with the exciting prospect of sex with her handsome young son.

"It's only fair that I look at you while you look at me, right darling?", smiled Helen, pulling her son's hardening cock out of his pants.

"Yeah. Sure, Mom. Whatever you want.", mumbled Dennis, staring hungrily at his mother's glistening cuntslit.

He was still in a state of shock. He couldn't believe his mother was actually doing this... it must be a dream! He felt her fingers wrap around his prick and gasped with delight. Nope!... it certainly wasn't a dream! That is, unless he'd died and gone to heaven!

Her son's cheek was on her inner thigh, only inches from her pussymound. She could feel his hot breath on her slit, which by now was screaming for some sort of stimulation.

"Touch me, Dennis!" gasped his mother. "Feel me like I'm feeling you, hon!"

Dennis reached out and ran his fingers through his mother's pubic hair. It was velvety soft and surprisingly sparse, hardly covering the thick, red lips of her mature cunt. He took so long admiring her dewy pussy, that Helen soon became impatient with the boy.

"Inside! Put a finger inside your momma's cunt, sweetheart!", groaned Helen. He lifted his head and stared into her sparkling blue eyes, a faint look of uncertainty still on his young face. "Are you sure, Mom?"

Helen squeezed her son's cock and jerked it up and down meaningfully.

"Oh, Jesus yes, baby! I need something in my cunt so bad, it hurts!"

Dennis saw the need and frustration in his mother's pleading face and grinned knowingly. His mother wanted to fuck badly, and she didn't care that the object of her carnal desires was her own son... not that Dennis minded. After all, he had fucked his little sister... why shouldn't he fuck his mother too? Especially since she seemed so damned desperate for it! 'She'll get something up her cunt alright... ' he thought, '... and not just my finger either!'

Dennis ran his fingers along the slit of his mother's pussy, parting the matted pubic hair. Her wet, slippery cuntlips flowered open almost of their own accord, and a tingle went through her as she felt his fingertips enter her. She was already moist and oily, her twat oozing cream, just for him.

"Yes! Oh, Christ, yessss!", hissed Helen, as her son slid a finger deep up inside her boiling cunthole. She was so turned on, she grabbed his hand and began fucking herself with his finger, her other hand pumping up and down on his hard cock like crazy.

"Ummmmmm! Oh, Mom! Yeah! I like that!", moaned Dennis, wiggling his finger around and around deep inside her. "Squeeze my fuckin' cock!... Jerk it off hard, Mom! Uhhhhhh, baby!"

More and more juice poured from deep within her cunt. It covered his fingers and formed a small pool in his hand. Helen spread her thighs as wide as she could in the cramped space, and gazed down at her son through lust-glazed eyes. Dennis reached up with his other hand and opened his mother's blouse. With difficulty, he undid the clip holding her bra in place and watched hungrily as her large, creamy breasts sprang free.

"Ohhh, you naughty boy, Dennis!", giggled Helen, wiggling her tits wantonly in her son's face. "Looks like there are two tit men in the family, huh?"

Her giggle turned to a moan of pleasure as the boy plunged his face between her tits and began to nuzzle the firm mounds like a playful terrier, sucking and nibbling on them until Helen thought she would faint from sheer delight.

"Mmmmm, it feels so good to be doing all this dirty stuff with your mother, doesn't it baby?", smiled Helen, looking lovingly down at the top of her son's shaggy head. He just mumbled something into her tits and slipped a second finger into her gooey cunt.

"I can tell you like it, hon... Maybe we should have started doing this long ago." Dennis pulled his mouth off left her nipple.

"When, Mom?"

"As soon as you were old enough to get hard-on, baby.", replied his mother, kissing him wetly on the lips. "With a cock like yours, it's a crime to waste it just because you were a little boy!"

"It's a crime what we're doing now, Mom.", grinned Dennis.

His mother gave his cock an extra squeeze and increased the tempo of her jerking fist.

"You don't seem to be complaining any, son," smiled Helen wickedly.

Dennis stared at her, still scarcely believing this was happening to him. It still seemed like some wild wet-dream he was having. He half expected to wake up any second, but whatever it was, he hoped it would go on forever. His mother was practically lying across the car seat. Her blouse was wide open, and the cups of her bra flopped uselessly on either side of her chest. Her large tits, still wet from all his sucking, lolled apart like lush, creamy melons, her hard, erect nipples jutting towards the roof. Her golden brown belly hollowed as she squirmed about on the seat, two of his fingers still buried deeply in her luscious, blonde twat.

Dennis loved the way his mother's legs were spread wide for him, her knees were bent and pulled way back, giving him complete and unobstructed access to her juicy passion pit.

"You're so hot, Mom!", gasped Dennis, hunching his hips roughly into his mother's fist. "Your cunt is so fuckin' hot and wet!"

"I've been hot since we left home, son," Helen admitted. "So hot, I couldn't stand it any longer. I'm glad you came along Dennis. Mmmmmmmm... real glad!"

"Me too, Mom!", grinned Dennis, speeding up his finger thrusts. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world!"

Helen sobbed and lifted her ass up off the seat, grinding her cunt onto her son's stabbing fingers. Her fingers jerked up and down his prick with a grip of iron, and Dennis was so turned on by his beautiful mother, he didn't know how long he could last.

"If you keep that up, Mom, I'm gonna come all over the place.", panted Dennis.

Helen hoped it would be all over her. His words increased her hunger and soon her cute, round ass began to gyrate frantically, rocking the car from side to side. In the back of his mind, Dennis hoped that nobody saw them parked here, because it would be a little hard for his mother to explain what she was doing, half naked, jerking off her sixteen-year-old son while he stuffed several fingers up her cunt.

"I'm close too, baby!, gasped Helen, holding his mouth to her tits. "Just a little more... a little more... Suck my tits, honey! Suck them hard!"

She moaned in ecstasy as Dennis suckled her nipples, first one and then the other, sucking them into his hot mouth like a starving baby.

"UHHHHHHHH! RUB MY CLIT, BABY! RUB IT HARD! MOMMA'S GONNA COME!", Helen screamed as she felt the waves of pleasure well up from deep inside her.

Dennis rubbed and squeezed in all the right places, sex with his sister had shown him exactly how a girl liked to be stimulated when she came, and his mother was no different. She was writhing around his thrusting fingers like an epileptic eel, hunching and grinding her sloppy cunt against him until Dennis thought she was never going to come. Then it happened...

"AHHHHHHHHHHGGGHHHHHH! FUCK! I'M CUMMMMMMMINNGGGGGG! OHHH, GOD, DENNNNNY!" Even in the midst of her orgasm, Helen didn't forget her son. Her fist kept jerking on his swollen cock at a tremendous pace, almost as if she was trying to squeeze the come out of him.

Dennis could feel the muscles of his mother's cunt contracting around his fingers, squeezing them almost as hard as her fist was squeezing his cock.

"Ohhh, Jesus!", he groaned. "God, what a cunt!... Yeah! Beat my meat, Mom!"

Helen arched her back, trying to get as much of her son's fingers into her spasming twat as she could. Dennis looked down at his mother's cunt only inches away from his mouth. He couldn't resist. Pulling his fingers out of her flooded hole, Dennis replaced them with his mouth and, to his mother's utter surprise and delight began to suck the juices from her cunt like a pro.

"Ooooh, Jesus, Dennis!... Where'd you learn to do that?!", whimpered his mother, humping her cunt up at his face. "God! I don't care, baby! Just don't stop!"

Dennis didn't stop. He sucked his mother's insatiable cunt to two more orgasms before the exhausted woman pulled his juice-smeared face from between her quivering thighs.

"Christ Dennis! You've sucked me dry!", panted Helen, smiling fondly down at him. "Now, it's your turn, darling! Momma's feeling positively famished!"

Helen pushed her son backwards and clambered over his prostrate form like a starving lioness over its prey. She flashed him a sexy, smouldering look before lowering her mouth to his cock. It disappeared to the balls in one almighty gulp.

"Uhhhhhhhh! Fuck! What a mouth!", cried Dennis as he watched his cock vanish inside his mother's tight, hot throat. "Suck it, Mom! Suck my prick!" Helen's fingers fondled her son's hairy balls as she sucked his huge cock, intent only on giving him as much pleasure as he had given her.

She wasn't playing with his prick like his little sister had done. His mother knew exactly what she was doing. She used her mouth, lips and throat so well, that Dennis had only to close his eyes to believe he was shoving his cock deep into her hot, tight cunt, and the thought of fucking his mother's juicy cunt was all he needed to push him over the edge.

"Ohhhh, Shit! Get ready! I'm gonna come in your fuckin' mouth, Mom!"

Helen tensed as her son's sperm gushed out of the end of his dick and down her throat. She thought it would be easy to swallow his load, but that was where she was wrong. His sixteen-year-old balls were so full of jism that Helen almost choked trying to get it all down. It came so thick and fast that it caught her by surprise, and she managed to swallow only a fraction of the boy's hot spunk, the rest leaked out around his cock and dribbled down her chin.

Helen licked it all up before sitting back in the passenger's seat and rearranging her clothes. Feelings of guilt quickly replaced the fading lust which had driven her earlier, and within seconds Helen wondered what had possessed her to molest her own son! Dennis looked at his mother with a mixture of love and desire, but she avoided his eyes.

"Thanks, Mom," he said quietly, stuffing his limp cock back into his pants.

"It's getting dark," snapped Helen, acting as if nothing had happened. "We'd better get going."

Dennis started the engine and pulled back out onto the highway, trying to figure out why his mother was suddenly so cold towards him after all they had just done together. He couldn't understand it. He was on top of the world, yet his mother acted like he'd just slapped her in the face. Then it dawned on him... she was feeling guilty! How could he reassure her? He didn't know.

They drove in silence for hours before Dennis finally hunched his shoulders and said, "I'm too tired to drive any more, Mom! You wanna take over for a while?"