A MUM'S SEDUCTION


                            by John P

                         Copyright© 2012



Chapter 8

On Wednesday evening, the phone rang and Jimmy answered it. It
was Martin, asking if he could come round to visit. I watched his
face as he held the conversation with his friend and the images
of them together came back to me again. When he asked if it was
OK, I nodded and he relayed it to Martin.

I considered what I ought to do. Should I go out and leave them
alone as I had done before? Could I stand to be downstairs while
they made love upstairs, up in my bedroom, on my bed? I just
couldn't dislike Martin, no matter how I tried. A sensitive
respectful boy of 16, he was a church-goer and he helped the
elderly in the community. What was there not to like?

Just 15 minutes later, while we waited for Martin, I saw a
movement at the window and found Martin peering in at us. His
animated hands indicated that he wanted to be let in and Jimmy
rose to open the door. When he was finally inside, he kissed me
on the cheek and asked how I was.

"What were you doing, Martin?" I asked, trying to fathom what
could have possessed him not to ring the bell as usual.

"I'm sorry, Helen. I kept ringing the bell but nobody came," he
said apologetically.

The doorbell had been playing up lately and I hadn't yet got
around to getting it fixed. "It's my fault. I should have got it
fixed. If it happens again, just come round the back and let
yourself in. And you don't need to phone before you come round.
Just come round anytime. I know Jimmy loves to see you. Can I get
you something, Martin?"

In his usual polite manner, he asked for a Pepsi and I left them
together while I got the drinks from the kitchen. When I returned
with the drinks, I wondered just briefly if they had been
touching each other but I saw no evidence of stiff cocks. Jimmy
wore his bathrobe with underpants beneath and the front of
Martin's jeans showed no tenting-out, but then I realised that
the boys may have seen me checking out their crotches and my face
turned red.

As Martin chatted about the events of his day, I couldn't help
liking him, although I still regarded him as a rival for my son's
affection. But when Jimmy asked if they could go upstairs, I said
yes and they headed for the stairs. As I watched them climbing
the stairs, Martin's eyes were fixed on my Jimmy's lovely little
bum.

This was the worst part. They were together in my bedroom. I was
sitting downstairs, visualising their hands and mouths on each
other, their hard dicks being wanked and sucked, and Martin's big
dick fucking my little boy's bottom. The more I thought about
them together, the more agitated I became. It wasn't making me
angry; it was making me hot! My knickers suddenly felt damp again
and my pussy tingled.

I turned down the volume on the TV and my ears strained to hear
any noise from upstairs. What was that? Moaning? Did somebody cry
out? Was Jimmy looking into Martin's eyes just at that moment? I
couldn't take much more of this. It was the not knowing what was
happening upstairs, I lied to myself. They had been gone almost 5
minutes now. How far had they got with each other?

'I need to pee,' I said to myself, 'and the bathroom is upstairs.
I don't need to pass my bedroom so I won't disturb them.' I was
lying, of course, but something was driving me to be nearer to
them. At the bottom of the stairs, I turned round and came back
to the living-room, telling myself that this was stupid. I looked
at the clock again and worked out that they had been up there for
6 minutes now.

Taking courage, I went back to the stairs and climbed them
noiselessly and then padded softly to the bathroom. Standing
inside, I left the door open, listening for sounds from my
bedroom. I could hear movement, rustling, and also some soft
moaning. What was happening? What were they doing? Ignoring my
guilt, I crept from the bathroom and tip-toed to the slightly
open door of my bedroom. Although it was only open about a foot,
I could see almost the whole bed and I gasped as I saw what they
were doing.

Jimmy lay on his back, a pillow stuffed underneath him, and his
legs held up in the crook of each of Martin's arms. I was behind
them and slightly to the left, but I was able to watch Martin's
bottom as it moved slowly back and forth as he penetrated my
son's little bum-hole. His long thick cock was as big as Daddy's
and the boy was only 16! But what mesmerised me was his big
ball-sac. His balls were large, bigger than Daddy's, and they
slapped against Jimmy's buttocks with each inward thrust. His
buttocks were taut and I watched his muscles tense as he made
love to my son. Dark hair grew in his bum-crack and I could see
that his ball-sac was also covered with the manly hair of an
adult male. He was a perfect specimen of manhood, even though he
was only 16.

They were speaking to each other very softly, no doubt so that I
would hear nothing downstairs where I was supposed to be. The
thickness of Martin's cock seemed to cause my Jimmy no pain as it
was thrust into him and as I watched them making love, my hand
went inside my pants and down into my knickers to touch myself.
As I kept my eyes fixed on the sexy couple, my slippery fingers
were busy diddling my clit, rubbing it with increasing pressure.
Their love-talk began and I strained to hear what each one said.

Martin's voice, a little louder than a whisper, floated on the
air and reached my ears. "You like this, don't you, you little
cock-slut?" and Jimmy's arm reached up and curled round his
lover's neck.

"Only with you, Martin," he breathed and he brought Martin's head
down to kiss his lips.

"Does your mother know that you like cock up your bum, Jimmy?
Would she be shocked if she knew you were such a dirty little
boy?"

Martin's dirty talk was affecting me too and I tried my hardest
to control my heavy breathing.

Jimmy's soft voice reached me. "You won't tell her about me, will
you, Martin? You won't tell her that I like your spunk inside
me?"

Oh God! Oh God! My son's dirty talk was making my sex-juices
flood my pussy.

"Do you think she might like to know about us, Jimmy? Would it
turn her on to see us like this?"

'No, Martin! Please stop! No more of this dirty talk!' I cried
out in my head, forcing myself not to moan with the excitement he
was creating in me.

"Should we show her sometime? Should we let her see what her
little boy likes when he's with a man?"

Martin's sexy voice was intoxicating as the filthy talk poured
out of him. It oozed like treacle and I could only imagine the
effect it was having on my son. I had to leave the doorway and I
moved slightly, leaning my back against the wall next to the door
with my eyes closed. I could still hear them as I rubbed myself
inside my soaking knickers.

"Cum in me, Martin! Fuck your spunk into me!"

'Oh Jimmy. My beautiful angel! Look what you're doing to Mummy!'
I screamed silently in my head as I rubbed my fingers faster and
harder on my clit.

"Say 'please', Jimmy. Tell me how badly you want it." Martin was
breathing harder too, I could tell, and would soon ejaculate,
spraying his hot spunk deep inside my little boy.

Leaning with my back against the wall in the corridor, I heard
him say it.

"Please, Martin! Please cum in me. Shoot all your spunk into my
arse! I need it, Martin!" He was pleading, begging the
16-year-old to fill him with hot spunk.

I had to see! I had to watch him take all of Martin's cum. With
my fingers working faster inside my knickers, I turned to look
past the door to watch the insemination of my son. Just as my
eyes focused on them, Martin moaned and slammed his hips hard
against Jimmy's buttocks and held himself there. All the muscles
in his legs, buttocks and torso tensed as he began to shoot his
hot potent semen into my son's bum. Jimmy was kissing him as far
as I could tell, his arm tightly wrapped around Martin's neck as
the older boy bred him.

"Oh Martin! Martin!" he cried out and Martin tried to gag him
with his hand.

"Shhhh, Jimmy! Your mum might hear us!" he said softly but his
voice sounded strained by the fact that he was still cumming
inside my son.

I watched for only a few more seconds before I had to dash to the
bathroom to finish my cum which was now imminent. No sooner had I
gone in there and locked the door than the massive cum started
and I leaned back with my shoulders touching the wall, my hips
thrust forward as the orgasm took me over. The waves began
strongly and I clenched my teeth to stop myself from crying out
and revealing my presence to the boys but I couldn't stifle
everything and a strangled but muted cry escaped my lips. I came
violently, the waves of my orgasm crashing over me and making me
shudder.

When the strength of the waves lessened, I was left trembling and
my legs felt weak beneath me. I sat on the toilet so that I
wouldn't fall and I replayed in my head what I had seen. A man
had put his long thick cock into my almost 14-year-old son and
fucked him and my son had begged for the man to shoot hot spunk
into him. And Jimmy had kissed him for doing it! Oh Christ! I had
finally witnessed them making love and it had been beautiful and
the sexiest act I could ever have imagined seeing.

I sat a few more minutes, reassessing the situation. Jimmy wanted
Martin sometimes but he wanted me all the time. Martin gave my
son the cock he so desperately wanted and I was there to give him
everything else. I was the winner here, I thought. Just like
Daddy, my son wanted someone to fuck him and fill him with spunk
and then he wanted to share with me the fruit of that
relationship.

Suddenly a thought hit me. I had to get out of here. I mustn't
run into Martin. I needed clean knickers and to wash my crotch
but I couldn't. Instead I opened the door gently and peeped into
the corridor to check that it was empty and then I fled
downstairs silently to wait for the appearance of the 2 boys.

When I heard the toilet flush 10 minutes later, I readied myself
for the air of innocence that would be presented to me by Martin
when he came downstairs.

"Thanks, Helen," he said calmly as he finally joined me. "It was
nice to visit the invalid," and he smiled so sweetly.

"Anytime, Martin," I replied. "I'm sure Jimmy's always pleased to
see you. And don't forget, you don't need to phone. Just come in
the back door anytime and you'll be welcome."

Jimmy appeared then and I wondered if they would kiss. They
didn't but Martin kissed me on the cheek before leaving and said,
"Goodbye, Helen. It's always nice coming here," and then he left.

"That was nice," I said to Jimmy. "He's such a nice boy."

"Yes, he is," he said with a smile, "and he fucked me so I'm full
of cum." Then, with a wicked smile, he said, "Do you want to see
it?"

As we dashed upstairs, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't washed
my cunt of all the cum-juice that I had made but such was Jimmy's
ardour that he wouldn't let me stop at the bathroom to clean
myself up. Instead, he ripped off his bath-robe and stood there
naked, his hand clutching the erection which he wanted me to take
care of. Stripping as fast as I could, I joined him on the bed
and crawled between his wide open legs to see his red-raw hole
and Martin's spunk which had started to leak from it.

His bum-hole was still open and I pushed my tongue into it,
tasting the manly seed that I found around the entrance. I was
becoming very horny again with the act that I had witnessed still
fresh in my mind. I was becoming so worked up by it all that I
got Jimmy to sit on my face and I spent several happy minutes
licking his bum-hole and sucking Martin's spunk from his ravaged
rectum. God, what a lot of spunk he fucked into my son!

More happy minutes were spent licking Jimmy's balls and, after he
shuffled back a bit, his stiff cock was pushed into my mouth and
I tasted his salty pre-cum as my tongue licked and sucked his
knob. His hard shaft felt good in my mouth and, to increase his
pleasure, I fondled his balls and occasionally forced 2 fingers
up inside his bottom. His sighs and moans were my reward but I
needed nothing from him but his love, and he was giving me it
several times a day!

He started to fuck my face, moving his hips to and fro, and his
knob was hitting the back of my throat and making me gag on
occasion. I had never learnt how to deep-throat but I had so
wanted to know how to do it; it's just that Daddy was taken from
me before he could teach me. Jimmy was looking down at me as I
sucked his dick and his face reminded me so much of his father.
His expression was one of love with just a trace of the lust I
knew he always had for me.

"You're beautiful, Mum. Do you know that?" he whispered and my
heart melted. He was so handsome, so sensitive, and I felt
grateful that he was mine. With my mouth full of his youthful
dick, I couldn't answer, but I squeezed his taut little buttocks
as a response. In the last 5 days, since he came out of the
hospital, he had fucked me countless times, mostly cumming in my
cunt but, now and then, my arse or mouth were filled with his hot
seed. I always left it to him to decide where to shoot his spunk.


It seemed that he had decided now which hole he would cum in
because he shuffled backwards so that he could lean his body
forward to kiss and lick my erect nipples. Feeling him sucking
one of my inch-long nipples was a sensation that I never got
tired of because it always aroused me. When he was just a baby, I
had to finger myself when I fed him, but I needed to be careful
not to drop him when I came. As he suckled, I looked down into
his beautiful face and I imagined back then that we were kind of
making love to each other. Now, almost 14 years later, we WERE
doing it, and for real!

As he sucked, I held the back of his head, but I could feel his
stiff cock between my open legs, his knob just an inch from my
wet and needy pussy. He was making more pre-cum, of that I was
sure, and my own cunt was soaking from my cum after spying on the
boys in my bedroom. More juices were flooding my pussy as my son
continued to suck greedily at my breast. He was taking most of my
aureole into his mouth as well now, as if he was trying to suck
half of my little tit into his mouth.

When he finally released my nipple, I was hot, horny for his
dick. He shuffled forward and I held his boy-cock in place at the
entrance to my hot cavern, waiting for him to hunch forward and
fill me with his rigid shaft but he hesitated. Looking into his
face, I saw the wry smile and suddenly I knew what his game was.
He was going to tease me as I had teased him.

"Please, Jimmy! Please give me cock!" I said softly and he
hunched forward to spear my wet cunt, driving it hard into me
until our pubic bones met and I could feel the downy hair around
his cock against my hairless pussy mound. His body lay on mine
and he was heavy, but he was moving his hips back and forth,
fucking my mummy-cunt, and I ignored his weight as the friction
in my pussy took my attention away from that minor detail.

His head was next to mine and I could hear him panting in my ear
as his arousal increased. I crossed my ankles around his back and
used my heels on his buttocks to try to pull him further into my
cunt on each inward thrust.

"Fuck me! Fuck Mummy's cunt, Jimmy!" I whispered into his ear and
his fucking became more aggressive, more violent. I could feel
his ball-sac banging against my buttocks each time he lunged into
me and I pushed my pussy back at him each time he thrust
violently into me.

"Yes, Jimmy! Do me! Do it hard to me, darling!" I whispered
hoarsely to him and he became almost manic in his fucking.

His breathing was becoming laboured, faster, and he was on the
edge of blowing his boy-spunk in me.

"Shoot cum into me! I want spunk!" was all I managed to whisper
before his cock twitched and the floodgates opened. With his
pubic bone jammed tightly against mine, he began to fill his
mummy with young potent semen, groaning in my ear as his knob
spewed his seed deep inside my wet messy cunt. He was making the
most extraordinary sounds in my ear as his cock belched hot spunk
far up inside my baby-channel and I held him as tight as I could
while he bred me.

Through the noise that came from his throat while his climax
raged, I caught the whispered word, "Mummy!" as it escaped
between his gritted teeth. He was calling my name during the most
emotional feelings that humans can share as they mate. I held him
tighter and whispered, "Jimmy, I love you!" and his head turned
and he kissed me until the pulsing of his cock inside my pussy
finally ceased.

He shuddered on top of me as his cum ended and his muscles all
relaxed at once. He lay on me, his panting becoming less as his
breathing began to return to normal. His balls were empty now,
the sperm inside his slimy spunk searching for an egg to
fertilise inside me, and I lay still so that the last dribbles of
his warm spunk would drain from his young boy-cock.

We kissed gently, without lust, and my hand went to the back of
his head and I stroked his hair, wallowing in the feeling of
satisfaction that my handsome son had bred me once more. It
couldn't get any better than this, I thought. Being made love to
by such a handsome virile boy was all any woman could ask for and
I relaxed in the warmth of a love which I hoped would never end.



On Friday evening, we sat together on the settee watching Kelly's
Heroes on TV and sharing crisps and chocolate biscuits. We had
been upstairs earlier and he had wanted me to use my strap-on
cock on him, and I had witnessed the joy in his eyes as I had
"cum" inside him. He had taken me from behind afterwards and
fucked my arse, filling it with his incestuous seed and, after
some cuddling, we had bathed and gone downstairs to cuddle some
more while we watched the movie.

Being naked under our bath-robes, we had started to touch each
other, and soon we were out of our bath-robes and he laid out on
the settee with his head in the crook of my arm. I held him so
that he could suck my nipple and I stroked his cock lazily,
watching his knob appear each time I pulled back his generous
foreskin. How beautiful the genitals of a male were.

With his eyes closed, he sucked contentedly at my breast as his
cock lengthened and thickened under my touch. This was comfort
for both of us, not the rampant sex we had enjoyed in the
bedroom. I looked into his face as I masturbated him and he
looked peaceful, and that peace had infected me too. I leaned
against the back of the settee as he "fed" from me and I used my
fingers lightly on his cock so as not to get him too excited too
soon. We could do this for about 15 minutes now before he came
all over his belly and my fingers, but he would continue sucking
even through his entire ejaculation.

This time, after about 10 minutes, his cock was stiff but I
wanted to delay his cum so I reached further so that I could
tickle his balls and he opened his legs wide so that I could play
with his ball-sac. His balls rolled easily inside his sac as my
fingers moved around and I felt each one between finger and
thumb. How perfect they were, the shape so perfect, the skin of
the sac like soft velvet. No wonder that women were so jealous of
them.

Suddenly a noise. I looked up and there stood Martin, flowers in
one hand, chocolate in the other, and with his mouth wide open.
Oh Christ! Oh Jesus God! What to say? What to do? I froze like a
deer in the glare of headlights. My son was suckling at his
mother's breast as she masturbated him! This was the sight that
Martin had stumbled on and he stood silent, rooted to the spot as
his mind juggled with the thoughts that suddenly filled it.

We'd been caught, my son and I, but Jimmy was still unaware of
our audience. My fingers stopped working on Jimmy's balls at once
but with his eyes still closed, his hand went to mine and he
moved it back and forth, indicating that I should continue what I
had been doing. It was too late to get dressed or to stop what I
was doing to my son so I tried to carry on as if nothing had
happened. My heart was pounding and my face must have been
scarlet but I carried on tickling his balls.

Martin just stood there, watching closely now as my hand played
with my son's genitals, but his attention soon came to my naked
breasts and the way in which my Jimmy suckled. The shocked look
on his face was soon replaced by a look of understanding and
although his hands were full, the hand holding the chocolate
found its way to the front of his pants and, as I watched, he
rubbed himself until his pants tented out.

Lying the presents on the table silently, he returned to watching
us closely. He came closer and I tried to think what to do but
nothing would come; my head was in turmoil but fear was rising
and making me panic. He passed silently by us and then he turned
to watch my hand on Jimmy's cock. He looked at me and then moved
his hand towards mine, stopping it briefly and looking at me with
an unspoken question. I understood and nodded to him, and removed
my hand so that he could stroke my son's dick himself.

I watched his gentle hand as his fingertips ran up and down the
shaft, going finally to the red knob which had pre-cum oozing
from the pee-slit and he spread the slippery stuff all around it.
Martin's expression showed the tenderness he felt for my son and
he looked up briefly into my eyes, perhaps to show me how in love
with Jimmy he was. He played with the foreskin, pinching it
gently between finger and thumb, and pulled it forward so that
his knob was hidden from view. Then he pulled it back, right back
to Jimmy's groin, and the head appeared again, all shiny with the
pre-cum he had made.

Suddenly his head descended and the tip of his tongue came out to
lick around my son's knob but it was several seconds before Jimmy
realised that somebody else was touching him and suddenly his
eyes opened, my nipple fell from his mouth and he stared down his
body at the kneeling boy who sucked his cock.

"Martin... what..." he began but I turned his head back towards
my nipple and pulled his head into my breast so that he would
carry on sucking. He relaxed again and let the 2 of us please
him. Martin now took Jimmy's cock into his mouth and I watched as
the sweet 16-year-old performed the most exquisite oral sex on my
son. When Jimmy's hips began to buck, Martin held him still as
his mouth began to fill with his young lover's spunk. Without
leaving my nipple, Jimmy had his orgasm and when it was finished,
I watched Martin lick and suck the spent cock, cleaning it and
swallowing the last dribbles of spunk.

Martin fondled the soft cock then but watched with fascination as
his young lover suckled. His eyes went to my unoccupied breast
and I could see in his eyes what he wanted to do. I cupped the
breast and offered it to him and at once he leaned over Jimmy to
take the nipple into his mouth. He licked it, then opened his
lips and slid them over my long nipple, sucking gently so as not
to hurt me. His tongue played over the end of my nipple as he
sucked; it was like butterfly kisses and it gave me the most
erotic feeling. A stranger, a new baby was at my breast, and I
moved my hand behind his head to hold him there, stroking his
hair absent-mindedly as I did with Jimmy. Both my boys were
"feeding" from me now and I had a feeling of completeness, a
feeling of things being just as they should be.

I stayed there until the boys finished their suckling but then,
after the sex was over, the awkwardness of what to say to Martin
was uppermost in my mind. He took the lead at once, telling me
that the door-bell hadn't worked again and apologising profusely
for not knocking before he came into the house. As Jimmy and I
donned our bath-robes, he remembered our gifts and, as if nothing
unusual had occurred, he presented them to us and kissed me on
the cheek. 'God, Martin, what a nice boy you are,' I thought.

A thought occurred to me. Martin had a hard-on and I thought that
he might like to take Jimmy to my bedroom to deal with it but my
son beat me to it by asking Martin if he wanted to go upstairs
with him. He looked a little embarrassed but he went with him. I
wanted to go up and watch them, and I followed them up, arriving
just in time to see Martin taking off his last piece of his
clothing. Despite him being just 16, he was built like an adult
with a hairy chest and endowed with a cock that most men would
envy. When he looked up and saw me, he looked worried, but when I
took off my bath-robe and sat on a chair naked, he climbed onto
the bed and began to kiss my son.

I watched them, Jimmy sucking the thick hardness of Martin's cock
and getting him wet and ready for the penetration that was to
come. When he was ready to mount Jimmy, Martin put him on hands
and knees and then looked over at me, quietly sat on the chair.
He saw my fingers working busily in my cunt and he asked softly
if I wanted to help him. When I went over to the bed, he said,
"Will you put my cock in Jimmy's bottom, Helen?"

Without answering, I took his big cock in my hand, feeling the
weight and the thickness, and I wanked it a couple of times
before bringing the knob to Jimmy's little rosebud. I watched as
he pushed forward and my son's sphincter opened up as the fat
knob forced its way in. Martin paused briefly and I let go as he
pushed some more, and soon the knob was inside and the long shaft
was following. I returned to my chair and pulled it next to the
bed so that I could watch Martin's cock up close as it moved in
and out of my son's distended anus.

I played with my clit as Martin loved my boy, gently fucking his
long cock into the bottom of my little angel. "Do you like it,
Helen? Do you like seeing me fuck your little boy?" Hearing
Martin's voice, soft and sexy, made me tingle and I whispered,
"Yes, Martin, it's so sexy!" Jimmy's head went down to rest on
the pillow, leaving his bottom high for the kneeling lover behind
him. His hand reached out towards me and I grasped it, and then
he squeezed it as the boy who rode him asked softly, "Do you like
Mummy watching us, Jimmy? Do you like her seeing your little
bottom full of stiff cock?"

With one hand holding Jimmy's and my other working frantically in
my hairless cunt, his dirty talk was bringing me more rapidly to
the cum that I now needed so badly. My excitement was now at
fever pitch as I watched my little boy's anus stretched tight
around his lover's thick cock and the tight ring of muscle seemed
to cling to the cock as it moved back and forth.

"Is it good, Jimmy?" I asked with a voice that was becoming
tremulous. "Does Martin's cock feel good all the way up inside
you?" and he answered by squeezing my hand again and whispering,
"Oh yes, Mummy!"

Jimmy sighed repeatedly as Martin fucked him and soon he was
moaning and asking for more. "Please, Martin! Fuck me harder!"
and the older boy began to fuck with more vigour. I watched
Martin's big ball-sac swinging with each cock-thrust into my son
and it slapped against my son's balls, but Jimmy was moaning,
overtaken by the lust he was feeling as he was impaled on the
large cock.

It was then that I came, my cum-juices flooding my pussy and
running down between my thighs onto the cushion beneath me. My
orgasm was not silent but I tried to suppress the noise so as not
to disturb the boys on the bed. When I'd finished shaking, I saw
that Martin was close to cumming. He began groaning and I reached
forward to fondle his big balls, holding them in my hand and
stroking them until he began to shoot his potent load into my
son's rectum. I moved my hand back from his balls to touch the
root of his cock, the perineum, to feel the pulsing of his cock
as each gob of hot spunk was pumped deep into my son's rectum.

"Fill him, Martin! Fuck your spunk into my little boy!" My words
were out before I had time to think about it. Jimmy's hand
squeezed mine very tightly as Martin's cock twitched inside his
tiny bottom and he felt each spurt of his lover's man-spunk
splash far up inside him. I held my fingers to the root of
Martin's cock until the pulsing stopped and then fondled his
balls once more to make sure that every sperm had been expelled
into my son's rectum. 'God! What big balls he has!' I thought to
myself.

When it was all over, we lay together on the bed, me between the
boys. Jimmy lay against me, his lips seeking out the nipple that
he enjoyed so much and Martin, waiting for my permission, sucked
on the other one once I cupped my breast and offered it to him.
We lay together side by side, my arms around the boys, holding
them to me as they suckled and fondled each other's sex. This was
right and how it should be, I told myself, and there would be no
going back to how things used to be.