Masturbation

The Midnight Train Ride

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As the sun began its descent, casting an orange hue across the landscape, I settled into my cozy cabin on the overnight train. Meredith, a mature woman with a playful spirit and a penchant for adventure, was eager to embark on this solo journey. My blonde hair, neatly styled, framed my blue eyes, which sparkled with anticipation. My B-cup breasts, hidden beneath a soft cotton blouse, hinted at the sensual nature that lay within me.

The train’s gentle rocking motion, a soothing lullaby, sent a tingling sensation through my body. I closed the cabin door, ensuring privacy, and prepared for a night of self-indulgence. The thought of being alone, free to explore my desires without judgment, excited me. I decided to make the most of this unique setting and indulge in some much-needed pleasure.

I sat on the small bed, its sheets crisp and inviting, and allowed my fingers to wander. With the rhythmic motion of the train setting the pace, I unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my delicate lace bra. The cool air brushed against my exposed skin, causing my nipples to harden in anticipation. Slowly, I caressed my breasts, circling my thumbs over the erect peaks, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

Leaning back, I let my fingers trail down my stomach, tracing the outline of my panties. The fabric was already damp with anticipation, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch myself further. I slipped my hand beneath the elastic waistband, my fingers immediately greeted by the warmth and wetness between my thighs.

My fingers found my clit, already swollen and sensitive. I teased it gently, circling and flicking, as the train’s rhythmic swaying intensified my pleasure. The sounds of the train’s wheels on the tracks and the occasional distant horn created a unique soundtrack to my solo performance.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. I imagined the other passengers, unaware of the erotic show unfolding in this tiny cabin. The thought of being watched, even if it was just in my mind, heightened my arousal. I pictured a handsome young man, his eyes locked on me, witnessing my every move.

My breathing quickened as I increased the pace, sliding two fingers inside my pussy. It was hot and wet, welcoming my touch. I thrust my fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of the train’s movement. The sensation was incredible, and I could feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure ready to crash over me.

Just as I was about to climax, I paused, my fingers still buried deep within me. I practiced orgasm control, a game I loved to play with myself. I wanted to prolong this moment, to savor the delicious anticipation. I took a deep breath, my chest heaving, and slowly withdrew my fingers, leaving my pussy throbbing and aching for release.

I stood up, my body trembling with restrained desire. The cabin’s small mirror reflected my flushed face and disheveled appearance. I smiled at my reflection, my eyes sparkling with mischief. I knew I could make myself come multiple times, and I wanted to draw out this pleasure.

Moving to the tiny bathroom, I turned on the faucet, letting the water run until it was warm. I stripped off my clothes, my body now fully exposed to the gentle train vibrations. The cool air brushed against my naked skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over my body, washing away the sweat and anticipation. I lathered my hands with soap, allowing them to glide over my breasts, down my stomach, and between my legs. My fingers teased my clit, now even more sensitive from the previous stimulation.

I leaned against the shower wall, my eyes closed, as I imagined a stranger’s hands on my body. I pictured those strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer, as a thick, hard cock thrust into me from behind. The fantasy was so vivid that I could almost feel the heat of his breath on my neck.

My fingers worked feverishly, bringing me closer to the edge. The water ran down my body, mixing with my juices, as I stood there, legs trembling, on the verge of orgasm. With a final, desperate rub, I let out a loud moan, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me.

I stood under the shower, letting the warm water soothe my sated body. My mind was clear, and I felt a sense of satisfaction and relaxation. Stepping out, I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my body, my skin now soft and glowing.

Returning to the cabin, I noticed the darkness outside, the night sky dotted with stars. The train’s gentle rocking had lulled me into a state of blissful arousal. I lay down on the bed, my body still buzzing from the previous orgasms.

As I closed my eyes, my fingers found their way back to my pussy, now sensitive and responsive. I stroked my clit gently, relishing the sensations. The train’s movement became a sensual dance, each sway and jerk bringing me closer to the edge.

This time, I let the orgasm wash over me without restraint. My body arched, and I bit my lip to muffle the cries of pleasure that escaped my throat. Wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through me, leaving me breathless and utterly satisfied.

Exhausted and fulfilled, I snuggled into the soft sheets, my mind drifting as the train continued its journey through the night. The rhythmic clacking of the wheels on the tracks lulled me to sleep, my dreams filled with erotic fantasies and the anticipation of new adventures that lay ahead.

Solitary Splash

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I couldn’t believe my luck as I stepped into the hotel lobby. The weekend getaway I had planned for myself was off to a perfect start. The hotel was luxurious, with its grand chandeliers and elegant decor, and I felt a sense of excitement as I checked in. I was ready for some much-needed relaxation and adventure.

After a smooth check-in process, I made my way to my room, admiring the plush carpets and the intricate artwork adorning the walls. My room was spacious and inviting, with a cozy bed and a stunning view of the city skyline. But I had other plans for the afternoon, and so I quickly changed into my swimsuit, eager to explore the hotel’s amenities.

The pool area was located on the rooftop, offering a breathtaking view of the city. As I stepped out onto the deck, the warm sun kissed my pale skin, and I felt a surge of freedom. The pool was inviting, its crystal-clear water shimmering under the afternoon sun. And to my delight, I was the only one there.

I slipped out of my cover-up, revealing my red hair cascading down my back and my blue eyes sparkling with mischief. My swimsuit, a skimpy red bikini, accentuated my lean, toned body. I felt a thrill as I realized I was completely alone, with no one to judge or interrupt my little adventure.

I dipped my toes into the water, feeling the coolness against my heated skin. The pool was deserted, and I had the entire place to myself. I decided to take advantage of the privacy and indulge in a little pleasure.

I walked over to one of the pool jets, a powerful stream of water shooting upwards. I positioned myself in front of it, feeling the water cascade over my shoulders and back. The sensation was heavenly, and I closed my eyes, letting out a soft moan as the water massaged my tense muscles.

As I leaned into the jet, I felt my nipples harden against the fabric of my bikini top. The water pressure was intense, and I couldn’t help but imagine it was a strong pair of hands caressing my body. I slowly moved my hips, letting the jet tease my sensitive skin.

My hands found their way to my breasts, cupping them through the wet fabric. I pinched my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, imagining someone else doing the same. The sensation was electric, and I bit my lower lip to stifle a moan. I was getting turned on, and there was no one around to witness my little show.

I slid my hand down my body, my fingers trailing along my flat stomach and reaching the waistband of my bikini bottoms. With a gentle tug, I pulled them down, exposing my bare pussy. The cool air sent a shiver down my spine, and I spread my legs slightly, giving myself a better view.

My pussy was already glistening with arousal, and I couldn’t resist touching myself. I slid a finger along my slit, feeling my wetness coat my skin. I found my clit, swollen and sensitive, and began to rub it in slow circles. The pleasure was intense, and I leaned my head back, letting the water from the jet cascade over my face.

I imagined someone watching me, their eyes dark with desire as they witnessed my public display. The thought made my pussy clench, and I inserted a finger inside myself, moaning softly as I began to fuck myself with my own hand. The water jet provided the perfect backdrop, its steady stream adding to the rhythm of my fingers.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. I increased the pace, my fingers plunging in and out of my dripping wet hole. I was so turned on, my body on fire with desire. I pictured a stranger joining me, their hands gripping my hips as they thrust into me from behind.

As I neared my climax, I felt a sudden rush of embarrassment and excitement. What if someone did see me? The thought sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, and I let out a loud cry as my orgasm washed over me. My pussy clenched around my fingers, and I came hard, my juices flowing freely.

I stood there for a moment, catching my breath, my body trembling from the intense release. As I opened my eyes, I noticed a figure standing by the pool entrance, watching me with a mixture of shock and fascination. It was a young man, a hotel employee, his eyes locked on my naked form.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, his face flushing. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just… I thought you might need some help.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction. “Oh, don’t be sorry,” I purred, my voice laced with seduction. “I was just enjoying the pool. And you’re right, I did need some help… with something else entirely.”

The man’s eyes widened, taking in my naked body, still glistening from the water and my own juices. I could see the desire in his gaze, and I knew he had been watching me for a while. I took a step towards him, my body still tingling from my orgasm.

“What’s your name?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

“J-Jake,” he managed to reply, his eyes never leaving my body.

“Well, Jake,” I said, reaching out and running my fingers along his strong jawline. “Why don’t you come a little closer and help me with this?” I gestured to my wet pussy, still throbbing from my recent climax.

Jake’s eyes darkened, and without a word, he closed the distance between us. He was tall and muscular, his hands rough from manual labor. He reached for my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh.

“You’re a naughty one, aren’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot on my neck.

“Oh, you have no idea,” I replied, my voice breathless.

He spun me around, pressing my body against the pool’s edge. I could feel the rough texture of the tiles against my bare skin as he lifted my leg, resting my foot on the edge of the pool. I was completely exposed, my pussy on full display.

Jake’s hands found my breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. I arched my back, pushing my chest into his hands, encouraging his touch. He leaned down, his mouth finding my nipple through the wet fabric of my bikini top, and sucked it hungrily. I moaned, my hands gripping the pool’s edge as he pleasured me.

“You like that, don’t you, Mary Ellen?” he growled, his voice rough with desire.

I nodded, unable to form words as he continued to tease my sensitive nipples with his tongue and teeth. His hands traveled down my body, his fingers dipping into my wetness, making me gasp.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. “I can’t believe I get to do this.”

He positioned himself between my legs, his hard cock pressing against my entrance. I was ready, my body craving his. He thrust forward, filling me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my back arching as his length stretched me, filling me with a delicious fullness.

“Oh god, yes!” I exclaimed, my hands gripping his shoulders.

Jake began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the air, echoing off the pool walls. I looked around, my eyes wild with pleasure, knowing that anyone could walk in on us at any moment. The thought only heightened my arousal.

“Fuck me harder, Jake,” I demanded, my voice hoarse. “Make me come again.”

He obliged, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pounded into me. The sensation was incredible, his cock hitting all the right spots. I felt my orgasm building, my body tensing with anticipation.

“That’s it, Mary Ellen,” he grunted. “Come all over my cock.”

His words were all I needed, and I exploded around him, my pussy contracting and milking his shaft. Jake followed soon after, his hips jerking as he filled me with his hot cum.

We stood there, panting, our bodies still joined, as we caught our breath. I turned to face him, my hands caressing his chest.

“That was incredible,” I whispered, my eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“It was,” he agreed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “But I think we should take this somewhere more private. My break is almost over, and I have a feeling you’re not done with me yet.”

I laughed, a wicked gleam in my eye. “You’re right, Jake. This is just the beginning. Let’s go to my room, where we can really explore each other.”

Hand in hand, we left the pool area, our bodies still buzzing with the aftermath of our passionate encounter. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the weekend had in store for us.

The Car Wash Climax

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I thought it would be a quick and mundane task to get my car washed, but it turned out to be an unexpectedly arousing experience, one that left me both satisfied and embarrassed. It all started on a sunny afternoon, when I found myself at the local car wash.

As I drove my little red convertible into the automated car wash, the warm summer breeze played with my short blonde hair, and I felt a tingle of excitement, not knowing what the day had in store for me. The car wash was one of those drive-through tunnels, with large spinning brushes and colorful soaps that always reminded me of a psychedelic disco. I put my car in neutral and let the conveyor belt guide me forward, anticipating the refreshing clean my car was about to receive.

The car slowly inched its way through the tunnel, the mechanical arms and brushes reaching out to caress its surface. As the warm soapy water sprayed against the windshield, I felt a different kind of warmth spreading through my body. I was alone in the car, and the rhythmic motion of the conveyor belt combined with the gentle rocking of the car wash was unexpectedly arousing. I looked around, realizing that the tinted windows and the noisy machinery would provide the perfect cover for a quick, naughty release.

My mind began to wander, imagining the young, handsome attendant who had greeted me at the entrance. He had a mischievous smile and deep brown eyes that seemed to see right through me. I pictured him watching me from a hidden camera, his gaze fixed on my body as I sat there, vulnerable and exposed. The thought of being observed sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew I had to act on this sudden urge.

I reached down and gently lifted my skirt, revealing my smooth, bare thighs. The cool air-conditioned air teased my sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to form. My fingers found their way to the waistband of my black lace panties, and I slowly slid them down, exposing my neatly trimmed pussy. It was already glistening with arousal, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch myself.

With one hand on the steering wheel, I guided the car forward, while my other hand began to explore my body. I gently caressed my inner thighs, slowly circling closer and closer to my aching clit. The anticipation was building, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan as my fingers finally made contact with my sensitive bud.

I started to rub slow circles around my clit, teasing myself, building up the pleasure. The car wash provided a perfect backdrop for my solo performance, the rhythmic splashing of water and the soft hum of the machinery blending with my own growing desire. I closed my eyes, picturing the young attendant, his eyes locked on my naked body, watching me pleasure myself.

My fingers moved faster, stroking my clit with firm, deliberate strokes. I imagined him stroking his hard cock as he watched, his breath fogging up the camera lens. The thought of being his secret fantasy fueled my own desire, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I began to rub my clit with urgency, my breath coming in short gasps. The car wash seemed to sense my rising passion, as if it was conspiring with me, the warm water spraying in perfect rhythm with my strokes. My body tensed, every muscle tightening as I approached the peak of pleasure.

Just as I was about to climax, the car emerged from the tunnel, the bright sunlight momentarily blinding me. I cried out, my body convulsing with a powerful orgasm. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

As I slowly came down from my high, I realized the car had stopped moving, and I was now at the exit of the car wash. I quickly composed myself, adjusting my skirt and smoothing my hair, hoping no one had noticed my post-orgasmic glow.

That’s when I saw him. The young attendant was standing by the exit, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned against the wall, his muscular arms crossed, and his eyes locked on me. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, knowing he had seen everything.

“Enjoy your car wash, ma’am?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

I could barely meet his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable. I nodded, my throat dry, unable to form words.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You seemed to have a really good time in there. I hope the show was worth it.”

My eyes widened as I followed his gaze upwards. To my horror, a small monitor was mounted on the wall, displaying a live feed from inside the car wash. There I was, captured on camera, my fingers working furiously between my legs, my face contorted in ecstasy.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, my face burning with shame and arousal.

The attendant laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. I just couldn’t help but notice your… enthusiasm. It’s not every day we get such an entertaining show.”

I felt a mix of emotions—humiliation, excitement, and a strange sense of empowerment. I had been caught, but there was something exhilarating about being seen, about knowing my secret pleasure had been witnessed.

“Well, I guess I should be going,” I said, my voice steady despite my racing heart. I started the engine, eager to escape the situation, but also feeling a strange sense of loss.

“Drive safe, and come back anytime,” he called out as I drove away. “We’ll be waiting for an encore performance.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I drove off, my heart still pounding. The experience had been both mortifying and exhilarating, and I knew I would never look at a car wash the same way again. The thought of being watched, of exposing my most intimate moments, had awakened a new desire within me, one that I was eager to explore further.

As I drove home, I felt a sense of anticipation, knowing that this was just the beginning of a new, exciting chapter in my sexual journey. The young attendant’s smirk and the memory of my exhibitionistic thrill would stay with me, fueling my fantasies and leaving me hungry for more.

The Sensual Surprise

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Meredith stood at her front door, a slight frown creasing her pretty face. She’d been eagerly awaiting a package from her favorite online store, a new dress she’d splashed out on for an upcoming date. But when she opened the door, expecting to sign for her delivery, she found a large, unmarked box sitting on her doorstep. Confused, she picked it up, noting its weight. It was heavier than she’d anticipated for a simple dress. Curiosity getting the better of her, she decided to bring the package inside.

The blonde-haired woman moved gracefully through her living room, her mature figure exuding a subtle sexiness that belied her 53 years. She placed the box on the coffee table and, with a quick glance around to ensure her privacy, tore open the packaging. As she unfolded the layers of bubble wrap, her blue eyes widened in surprise. This wasn’t her dress. Instead, an array of colorful, phallic-shaped objects greeted her. Vibrators, dildos, and various other sex toys filled the box, each one more intriguing than the last.

“Oh my,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing with heat. She recognized some of the toys from her occasional browsing of online adult stores, but she’d never dared to purchase any. Meredith was a woman who enjoyed her sexuality, but she’d always been a little shy about exploring it fully. Now, it seemed, fate had delivered a box of delights right to her doorstep.

She reached into the box, her fingers brushing against the smooth, cold surface of a bright pink vibrator. It was shaped like a small, curved torpedo, with a rounded tip and a series of buttons along its shaft. Meredith couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like against her skin, how it would vibrate and buzz as it brought her pleasure. She switched it on, and the soft, low hum sent a shiver down her spine.

The thought of her neighbor, a young woman in her late twenties, using these toys made Meredith’s mind wander. She imagined her neighbor’s moans of pleasure as she experimented with each toy, her body writhing in ecstasy. But the idea of confronting her about the mistaken delivery was too embarrassing to contemplate. Instead, she decided to keep the box, a little guilty pleasure that she could explore in private.

As the afternoon sun began to set, casting a warm glow through her living room, Meredith poured herself a glass of wine and settled onto her plush couch. She took a sip, letting the rich, fruity flavor linger on her tongue, as her fingers toyed with the vibrator she’d taken from the box. The soft hum of the toy filled the room, a sensual soundtrack to her evening of self-discovery.

She ran her free hand over her body, caressing her soft skin, feeling the goosebumps rise as her touch sent shivers of anticipation through her. Her fingers traced the curves of her breasts, circling her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. With a soft moan, she cupped her B-cup breasts, squeezing gently as she teased her nipples with her thumbs.

The vibrator lay heavy in her other hand, its smooth surface a contrast to the warmth of her skin. She brought it closer, letting the tip brush against her thigh, then slowly up towards her center. The vibrations tickled her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Meredith guided the toy between her legs, feeling the soft, damp heat of her pussy as she teased her entrance. She was already wet, her body responding eagerly to the sensations. With a gentle push, she slid the vibrator inside herself, gasping at the sudden fullness.

The toy filled her, its curved shape hitting all the right spots as it vibrated against her sensitive walls. She moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she imagined her neighbor, legs spread wide, using this very toy. The thought of being watched, of someone seeing her like this, was both thrilling and embarrassing, but it only added to her arousal.

She moved the vibrator slowly at first, getting used to the sensations, then faster, harder, as her need for release grew. Her fingers worked her clit, rubbing in time with the toy’s movements, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

“Oh God,” she whispered, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, yes…”

Her body tensed, every muscle tightening as she approached the brink of orgasm. The vibrator buzzed relentlessly, its relentless rhythm pushing her over the edge. With a cry, she came, her pussy clenching around the toy as waves of pleasure washed over her.

As the orgasm subsided, Meredith lay back against the couch, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She switched off the vibrator, letting it slip from her body, and smiled to herself. This was just the beginning, she thought, her eyes drifting back to the box of toys. There was so much more to explore, and she had the entire evening to herself.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Meredith reached for another toy, a sleek, black dildo with a realistic shape. She ran her fingers along its length, feeling the ridges and veins that mimicked a real cock. This one, she decided, would feel incredible inside her.

As she prepared to indulge in another round of self-pleasure, the thought of her neighbor’s reaction if she ever found out crossed her mind. But the prospect of being caught only added to the thrill, and Meredith couldn’t wait to see what other delights the box had in store for her.

Little did she know, this was just the first chapter in a series of steamy encounters with her new collection of sex toys, each one more satisfying than the last. And all the while, her neighbor remained blissfully unaware of the pleasure her mistaken delivery had brought.

Watching Me Masturbate

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Being more mature does not mean having no sex drive. Sometimes it means having to work harder for that orgasm that came so effortlessly in our younger days, but many women that are older now have the time to explore their bodies like never before. I’ve always enjoyed masturbating in many different ways. With my fingers, with the water massager in the shower, with a vibrator, pool jets in swimming pools. There’s so many different ways. Fingers always seemed the most natural way, but as we get older, some of us may lubricate a bit less than before, and a good lube to keep things slick is a must.

Many times callers will confess they will wake up in the middle of the night and masturbate and then go back to bed. That does happen. In the morning, it can almost seem dreamlike and surreal. I have my bottle of lube on the bedside table, easy to access at any time. To reach over in the dark and make my fingertips all slippery and then start to caress my already excited clit feels wonderful. Masturbating on your back can be the most comfortable for some, it is for me, but sometimes laying on your side and just bucking against your own hand can be very arousing as well.

So many callers will say they edge themselves for hours, days or weeks even. Teasing themselves and not allowing themselves to come to orgasm. In the knowledge that when they do finally allow themselves to cum, it will be a blockbuster. All the frustration of bringing yourself to the brink and back again. Many callers ask if I’ve masturbated in front of my man, since most men love to see a woman pleasure themselves. Yes, I honestly think it’s quite educational for the man to watch that. Men don’t know how to read our minds, if they see how you like to be touched by watching you do it yourself, then they will be better able to please you.

Years ago a boyfriend of mine asked rather sheepishly if he could maybe watch me masturbate. It was so cute how he asked, I could see him blushing as he did. I knew he wanted to, but he didn’t want to seem like some kind of pervert. His timid nature was cute at times. I told him yes, he was free to watch as I made myself cum. I didn’t want a spotlight or anything, but there was soft lighting and candles. He pulled a chair in my bedroom closer to the bed. I laid back and raised my knees a bit, my feet on the bed. I caressed the outside of my pussy before opening my lips. I have long nails, and it feels nice to lightly run the nails all over the pubic area.

Slowly teasing myself, I opened my cunt lips. They were already getting moist. I spread myself wide and I could feel his eyes on me. I could hear him breathing a bit heavily. My performance was obviously arousing him. I dipped my fingertips into my pussy, scooping up some wetness to smear it on my clit. It felt so good. I began to slowly buck my hips up and down as I ground my fingers into my clit. My nipples were hard, my breasts shaking a bit as I bucked back and forth. The squeaking of the bed as I rocked back and forth on it made it all the more real as he watched me with rapt interest.

I alternated between making tiny circles and up and down motions on my pussy. I glanced over at him and smiled as I saw he’d taken out his cock and was stroking it up and down in his hand as he watched me masturbate. He was getting close to cumming as I myself was approaching my own orgasm. I love masturbating, but with someone so intently staring at my crotch is a bit nerve wracking. I did understand however he was learning how I enjoyed being touched, and this little educational show and tell would pay off for me later, when it was his turn to touch me and he knew exactly how I liked to be touched. I came and cried out. So did he. It was enough excitement for one night for us both. I do look forward to the next time we get together and I can see how much he learned from our little lesson.