My Mother’s Struggle

As they drove, the tension between Mary and Travis was palpable. Her enthusiasm for the trip was beginning to wear off, replaced by a sense of unease.

“I forgot to fill up before we left,” Mary said, her voice laced with frustration. “We’re on empty, and I don’t know where the nearest gas station is.”

Travis rolled his eyes. “Great, Mom. Just great.”

“We’ll just have to press on and hope we make it to a gas station,” Mary said, her voice firm but worried. But as they drove, the needle on the fuel gauge only seemed to be dropping faster, and Mary’s anxiety grew.

The car sputtered and died, leaving them stranded on the side of the road. Mary let out a deep sigh. “Now what are we going to do?” she asked, feeling frustrated and scared.

Travis shrugged. “Maybe we can call your aunt for a tow or something.”

But as Mary reached for her phone, she realized it was dead. “No cell,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they waited, a pick-up truck came speeding by, but it didn’t stop. Mary watched as it turned around and came back, finally pulling to a stop in front of them.

Two men got out, and Mary cautiously approached them. “Hi, thank you for stopping. We’re stranded. We ran out of gas.”

The older of the two men, John, smiled. “We can help you out. We have some gas cans at our place. Why don’t you ride with us and we’ll get you fixed up?”

Mary hesitated, unsure if she should trust these strangers. But they seemed friendly, and she was desperate for help. “Okay, thank you,” she said, trying to sound grateful.

As they climbed into the truck, Mary felt a sense of unease. She was trapped between John and his younger brother, Billy, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

The truck bounced along the dirt road, and Mary felt her breasts pressed against the two men. She tried to ignore it, but she couldn’t help feeling a spark of attraction. She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the danger that seemed to be lurking around every corner.

Billy’s hand brushed against her thigh, and Mary felt a jolt of electricity. She tried to move away, but Billy just smiled and leaned in closer. “Don’t worry, I’m just trying to make you comfortable,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Mary’s heart sank. She knew what was happening, and she tried to push Billy away, but he was too strong. “Please stop the truck,” she begged, feeling a sense of desperation wash over her.

John smiled, his eyes glinting in the fading light. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” he said, his voice firm. “Let me clear things up for you. We like you, Mary, and we’re not going to let you leave without… getting what we want.”

As Mary stood in the back room, her mind racing with fear and desperation, she steeled herself for what was to come. She knew she had to cooperate, to do whatever it took to protect her son from the grasp of these two men. But as she looked at John, she saw something there that gave her pause – a glimmer of tenderness, of kindness, that seemed to suggest that there was more to him than met the eye.

“Please, John,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t hurt my son. I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hurt him.”

John’s expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand. “I promise you, Mary,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll do everything in my power to keep your son safe. But I need you to do something for me. I need you to be brave, to trust me, and to trust yourself.”

John poured her a shot of tequila, and then took one himself. Mary hesitated for a moment, but then downed the shot in one swift motion. The liquor burned in her throat, but it seemed to give her a sense of calm, of detachment.

“Good,” John said, smiling at her. “That’s the attitude. Now, I want you to relax, to let go of your fears and your worries. Just be yourself, and trust that everything will be okay.”

As he spoke, John reached out to touch her, to run his fingers over her skin. Mary felt a shiver run down her spine, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let her eyes meet his, and saw something there that made her heart skip a beat.

“I’m scared,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” John said, his voice full of compassion. “But you don’t have to be. I’m here for you, Mary. I’m here to help you through this, to keep you safe and to make sure that your son is okay.”

As he spoke, John reached out to kiss her, to touch his lips to hers. Mary felt a spark of desire ignite within her, and she knew that she was in trouble. She was falling for John, hard, and she didn’t know how to stop it.

“I’ll do it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll cooperate. Just please, John, don’t hurt my son.”

John smiled at her, his eyes shining with warmth and kindness. “I promise you, Mary,” he said. “I’ll do everything in my power to keep your son safe. And I’ll do it all with your help.”

As he spoke, John reached out to take her hand, to pull her close. Mary felt a sense of trust wash over her, and she knew that she was in John’s hands. She was safe, at least for now, and she could only hope that things would get better from here.

Travis, meanwhile, was oblivious to the drama unfolding in the back room. He was too busy laughing and joking with Billy, and watching the porn that seemed to be endlessly entertaining him.

“This is the best part,” Billy said, his voice full of excitement. “The chick is getting ready to suck the guy’s cock. And he’s got a huge one, doesn’t he?”

Travis laughed and nodded, feeling a sense of excitement himself. He loved this part, the part where the chick was sucking the guy’s cock. It was so hot, so sexy, and it always left him feeling hard and ready to go.

As they watched, Billy reached out to grab a beer from the fridge. Travis followed suit, and they sat down to watch the rest of the video. It was going to be a long night, but Travis was ready for it.

As John’s hands moved to her ass, Mary felt a rush of emotions. She was torn between guilt and arousal. His touch was sending shivers down her spine, and she couldn’t deny the desire that was building inside her.

Squeezing and kneading her buttocks, John’s hands seemed to be awakening a part of her that she thought was long dead. With her body pressed to his, she could feel his hardening erection, and it stirred something deep within her.

Without thinking, Mary reached for John’s cock. It was what she had to do, what was expected of her, and what she wanted to do. As she felt the huge bulge in John’s pants, she kissed him passionately, marveling at how big and hard his cock was.

Despite herself, Mary felt a stirring and a longing for the big cock in her hand. Am I really that desperate and needy? she thought to herself, ashamed that she was so easily seduced.

John reached down and lifted her skirt. He grabbed and squeezed her tingling pussy through her thin, sexy panties. He rubbed and massaged the steamy hot mound of flesh between her legs, arousing her and turning her on.

As he knowingly ran his strong fingers over her stiffening clit, Mary moaned loudly. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, and she knew she was in trouble.

“You’re doing good… and you feel good… I want you to enjoy this,” John whispered in her ear.

“I am… and you feel good too,” Mary replied, squeezing the huge bulge in her hand. “I want you,” she moaned breathlessly.

But just as things were heating up, Mary was hit with a slap of reality. She remembered that her son was in the other room, and she was filled with anxiety. “I’m just worried about my son. Is he going to be okay? Please tell me he’s going to be okay,” she said, trying to hide her fears.

John smiled and said, “He’ll be fine, I promise. Come on, let’s go check on him… before we go any further. I don’t want you to be distracted.”

As John led her by the hand back into the living room, Mary wondered how he could be so sensitive and concerned, and at the same time, forcing her to do things she didn’t want to do.

They found the room littered with empty beer cans and a nasty porn video playing on the TV. Travis and Billy were slouching on the sofa, both with obvious erections in their pants, and beers in their hands.

The sight disturbed Mary, but John just laughed. “See I told you he was okay,” he said to Mary. “What the fuck are you guys doing? Getting drunk, watching porn, and jerking each other off?”

John’s wise-cracked tone didn’t faze Billy, but young Travis was mortified when he saw his mother standing there with a shocked look on her face. He was so busted.

“Mom? No…! No we weren’t…! Mom…! I wasn’t… I wasn’t watching… It was just on… I wasn’t looking… and I only drank one… maybe two… really… I… Ah… I… Ah,” Travis lied to his mother.

Travis tried in vain to cover the big erection hiding in his shorts while the nasty video played on. Blazoned across the large screen was a close-up scene of a woman riding a big cock, and the audio blared with raunchy moans and groans.

Horribly embarrassed, Travis tried reaching for the remote to turn off the incriminating video, but Billy got to it first and let it play on.

John stood behind Mary with his hand around her waist, his strong arms holding her tight. He whispered in her ear, and she obediently repeated what she was told to say.

“It’s okay baby,” Mary said to her son. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re old enough to enjoy a little porn. It’s no big deal, everybody does it. You can watch the video.”

Travis was both shocked and relieved that his mother was being so cool even though it seemed a little out of character. Sitting back down on the sofa, Travis had one eye on his mom and the other on the embarrassing video that continued to play.

Mary stood nervously in the middle of the living room, trying desperately to conceal her fears from her son with her abductor John standing behind her, with his arms around her waist.

He was holding her tight, nuzzling her ear and kissing her neck, and Mary could feel his hard erection pressing against her back-side. It was nerve-racking, her son was watching, and it made her uneasy and anxious.

Then John moved his hands up to her breast and began fondling her swollen tits. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to risk refusing him, but it was so embarrassing, and she felt so ashamed.

She wished John would just take her into the back room and finish what he’d started in privacy. Turning his full attention to his mom, Travis immediately lost interest in the porn.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. John was feeling-up his mom right in front of him, and she was letting him. It was bizarre. He watched in amazement as his mom’s big tits were felt and squeezed.

“That is one hot piece of ass!” Billy spouted, breaking Travis’s trance. “I’d be jerk’n off all the time if I lived with her!

“Yeah I am lucky,” Travis thought to himself, looking at his mom with newfound appreciation.

“No… No I haven’t… But I sure have wanted to,” Travis said openly, surprised by his own blunt honesty.

Mary felt John’s fingers curl beneath the underwire of her bra. She knew what was coming next. She didn’t resist. She closed her eyes and lifted her arms as John lifted her bra clean off over her head.

She felt the weight of her massive boobs drop and bounce as their support was rudely ripped from them. She felt so embarrassed and ashamed that her son had to witness her enormous boobs being exposed like that.

Keeping her eyes closed, she couldn’t bear to see the look of shock and disgust on her son’s face. But to her surprise, Travis wore a totally different face; one that Mary was all too familiar with.

It was a face she’d seen countless times before, on many other men. It was the face of lust and desire. Her son wasn’t horrified; he was sitting there mesmerized, staring lustfully at her milky, dripping tits, staring at her just like he had the porn, and he seemed just as turned on!

As she watched her son gaze longingly at her breasts, a mix of emotions swirled within Mary. Initially, she felt a surge of indignation and anger, but it soon gave way to a sense of comfort and relief, accompanied by a growing arousal. She felt a twinge of guilt, knowing her son was aroused by the spectacle being made of her, but it was a feeling she couldn’t quite shake off.

Her gaze drifted to the bulge in her son’s shorts, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn’t deny the sight was turning her on, but she was also aware of the weight of responsibility that came with it. She needed to be strong for her son, to keep him safe and protected from the truth.

As she gazed at her son, she felt a sense of elation wash over her. If he could be so turned on by what he was witnessing, then maybe she could too. Maybe she could find the strength to see this ordeal through, to be the mother her son needed in this moment.

Travis’s face was a picture of concentration, his eyes fixed on his mother’s breasts as John manipulated them. Mary felt a surge of pride, knowing her son was so captivated by the sight. She felt a sense of ownership, as if she was presenting her son with a gift, one that would bring him joy and satisfaction.

John’s hands moved deftly, tweaking Mary’s nipples and sending shivers down her spine. She felt her son’s gaze lock onto hers, and she knew in that moment, she had his attention. She was his focus, his center of attention, and she reveled in it.

As the scene unfolded, Mary felt her resistance crumbling. She was succumbing to the desire that had been building inside her, the desire to give herself to her son and to John, to be the object of their desire. She felt a sense of liberation, as if she was finally free to be herself, to express herself in a way she never thought possible.

John slid his hand into Mary’s skirt, his fingers probing her pussy with ease. She gasped, feeling a rush of pleasure as he explored her. Her son watched, mesmerized, as John worked his fingers in and out of her, sending her into a state of arousal.

Mary felt her son’s gaze lock onto hers, and she knew in that moment, he was turned on. She felt a surge of pride, knowing she was the cause of his arousal. She was his mother, his object of desire, and she reveled in it.

As John’s fingers worked her pussy, Mary felt her body respond. She was wet, very wet, and she knew it. She felt her son’s eyes on her, and she knew he could see it too. She felt a sense of shame, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of excitement, a sense of anticipation.

John pulled Mary’s skirt down, exposing her to her son. She felt a rush of excitement, knowing she was being put on display. She felt her son’s gaze lock onto hers, and she knew in that moment, he was turned on. She felt a surge of pride, knowing she was the cause of his arousal.

Travis stared at his mother, his eyes wide with desire. Mary felt a sense of pride, knowing her son was so captivated by the sight. She felt a sense of ownership, as if she was presenting her son with a gift, one that would bring him joy and satisfaction.

As the scene unfolded, Mary felt her resistance crumbling. She was succumbing to the desire that had been building inside her, the desire to give herself to her son and to John, to be the object of their desire. She felt a sense of liberation, as if she was finally free to be herself, to express herself in a way she never thought possible.

“Holly shit dude! You’re putting us all to shame! We’re going to have to start calling you ‘Big Trav!'” Billy said, slapping Travis on the shoulder.

Mary stared at her son, her eyes wide with surprise. He was huge, just like his father. She felt a surge of pride, knowing her son had inherited his father’s gift. She felt a sense of excitement, a sense of anticipation, knowing what that meant.

“Do you like that?” John asked, his fingers probing Mary’s holes.

“Aaaugh! Fuck yeah!” Mary groaned, her body responding to his touch.

John’s fingers moved in and out of her, sending her into a state of arousal. Mary felt her body respond, her hips moving in time with his fingers. She was cumming, feeling a rush of pleasure as she reached her climax.

As she stood there, panting and exhausted, Mary felt a sense of pride. She had given herself to her son and to John, to be the object of their desire. She had found a sense of liberation, a sense of freedom to be herself, to express herself in a way she never thought possible.

Mary’s eyes locked onto her son’s, and she knew she was a goner. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it was all so wrong, yet so right. She was caught in a web of her own desires, and she couldn’t escape.

She felt her son’s hand on her breast, his fingers squeezing her nipple, and she moaned. It was a sound of pleasure, of release, of abandon. She was lost in the sensation, in the moment, and she couldn’t think of anything else.

John’s voice cut through the haze, his words dripping with malice. “Hey Big Trav, I think your bitch wants her big titties sucked!” Mary’s eyes flicked to her son, and she knew she had to give in. She nodded, her consent clear.

Travis’s eyes narrowed, his gaze intense. “Beg for it,” he said, his voice low and husky. Mary’s heart skipped a beat, and she felt a rush of excitement. She was being told what to do, and she loved it.

She felt Billy’s fingers inside her, his hands moving in and out of her wet pussy. She was building towards another orgasm, and she couldn’t stop it. She was a slave to her desires, a prisoner of her own lust.

Her son’s face was inches from her breasts, his mouth open, ready to take her in. She felt a surge of excitement, of anticipation. She wanted him to suck her, to taste her, to make her cum.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Suck my tits.” Her son’s eyes widened, and he leaned in, his mouth closing over her nipple. Mary’s eyes rolled back, and she let out a scream of pleasure.

The world around her melted away, leaving only her son’s mouth on her breast, Billy’s fingers inside her, and her own desires, desires she couldn’t control, desires she couldn’t deny.

She was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation, lost in her own lust. And she knew she’d never be the same again.

As her son sucked her breast, she felt another orgasm building, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She was a slave to her desires, a prisoner of her own lust.

And she knew she’d never be free.

Travis’s mouth was a vacuum, sucking her nipple in, and Mary felt herself being pulled under, pulled into a world of pleasure and desire. She was a leaf on a river, swept away by the current, unable to resist the flow.

She was a slave to her desires, a prisoner of her own lust.

And she knew she’d never be free.

John’s voice was a distant hum, a background noise, as Mary’s world narrowed to her son’s mouth on her breast, Billy’s fingers inside her, and her own desires, desires she couldn’t control, desires she couldn’t deny.

She was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation, lost in her own lust.

And she knew she’d never be the same again.

As she knelt between her son’s legs, Mary felt a thrill run through her body. The air was thick with tension, and she could sense the excitement emanating from Travis. His cock, hard and throbbing, seemed to be pulsing with anticipation.

“You okay, Mom?” Travis asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mary nodded, her eyes locked on her son’s. She could see the desire burning in his gaze, and it only fueled her own hunger. She reached out and gently stroked his cock, her fingers tracing the length of his shaft.

“Mom, suck it,” Travis urged, his voice growing more insistent.

Mary’s heart skipped a beat as she hesitated. She knew what she was about to do, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine. But she couldn’t deny the desire that had been growing inside her. She leaned forward, her lips parting as she took Travis’s cock into her mouth.

The sound of her son’s moans filled the air as Mary began to suck him, her mouth working in perfect sync with John’s thrusts from behind. Mary felt a rush of pleasure as her son’s cock filled her mouth, and she knew she was on the verge of another intense orgasm.

“Mom, you’re so good,” Travis whispered, his voice trembling with desire.

Mary’s eyes locked on her son’s as she continued to suck him, her mouth working tirelessly to bring him to climax. She was lost in the moment, her own desires and needs forgotten in the face of her son’s pleasure.

As she worked her mouth and fingers in perfect harmony, Mary felt a sense of release wash over her. She was no longer just a mother; she was a woman, consumed by her own desires and needs. And in that moment, she knew she would do anything to satisfy them.

As Mary’s words hung in the air, she could feel the primal urge taking over her. It was a sensation she had long suppressed, but now it threatened to consume her completely.

“Yes… I want more,” Mary whispered, her voice laced with a desperation that bordered on madness.

“Do it then!” Travis’s voice echoed in her mind, his words fueling the fire that burned within her. “Suck Billy’s cock, and let him cum down your throat!”

Mary’s eyes locked onto Billy’s, and she felt a jolt of electricity run through her veins. She was no longer thinking, no longer reasoning – she was simply reacting, driven by a hunger that had taken over her entire being.

“You heard me!” Travis’s voice cut through her haze, his words a reminder of the game they were playing.

“Suck his cock,” Mary muttered, her lips curled into a sly smile. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t think – she simply acted.

With John in tow, still hammering away at her, Mary crawled over to Billy, her eyes never leaving his face.

“Aaagh! Lady, you are fuck’n incredible!” Billy exclaimed, his voice dripping with admiration as Mary took his big hard cock in her hungry mouth.

Mary didn’t hold back on Billy. She vigorously took his fat cock deep down her throat, repeatedly sucking and stroking, with great wanton enthusiasm, hungrily driving her mouth down onto his throbbing cock, savoring how it tasted and how it felt, filling her mouth and pushing down her throat.

“Hey Big Guy, check it out. Your bitch is in need,” Billy said, his voice drawing Travis’s attention.

Mary was wildly fingering herself, her hand disappearing into her gaping hole as she savagely finger fucked herself. Travis watched, mesmerized, as his mother’s body contorted in pleasure.

“Hey man, you gonna hit this bitch or what. If you don’t take care of this, I’m going to,” Billy taunted, his eyes locked onto Mary’s.

“It’s okay baby. Mommy wants it. It’s okay. Please. Mommy needs you to put it in. Please put it in, it’s okay baby, you can put it in, please,” Mary muttered, her voice laced with desperation.

Travis’s eyes locked onto his mother’s face, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He had never seen her like this before – so wild, so reckless, so completely consumed by her own desires.

“AAAAAGH! Fuck baby yes! You’re making mommy cum!” Mary howled the instant Travis slipped his cock in.

“Don’t stop baby! Mommy wants more! Don’t stop! Keep fucking me!” Mary begged, her voice a primal scream of pleasure.

As Travis worked his cock into his mother’s hot cum-filled hole, Billy jumped around and put his cock in her face, which she eagerly took and sucked. Then John knelt next to his brother, and Mary took turns, sucking off and both the brothers.

“Oh my god yes! It’s so big! I want it!” Mary grunted and groaned as if in pain, then purred and moaned as Billy shoved his rod deeper into her hole.

“Oh my god yes! Fuck me! Deeper! I want it all! Harder!” Mary cried out like a dirty whore as Billy grunted, ramming his cock into her.

Billy fucked Travis’s mom from behind, doggie style for a while. He then wrapped his arms around her waist, and rolled her backwards so that she was sitting on top of Billy.

As Travis watched, he saw that it wasn’t his mom’s sloppy, cum-filled cunt that Billy was fucking – it was her ass, and she’d been fucking loving it.

Mary liked it up the ass. When she felt Billy pull his wet cock from her sloppy snatch and press it her tight ass-hole, she became insanely excited!

“Please… AH, AH, AH, AH… Oh Fuck… Please Baby… AH, AH, AH… Please Baby… Mommy Needs… Please fuck me! Mommy needs it!” Mary said, her voice a desperate plea for more.

John stood in front of her, his youthful cock standing hard and ready for action again. The sex-crazed woman took his cock in her mouth and lovingly kissed and sucked him, but only for a moment, she then took his hand and urged him down to his knees in front of her.

“I’m going to change when we get home,” Travis thought, his eyes locked onto his mother’s face. She was no longer the woman he knew – she was a creature driven by her own desires, consumed by her own need for pleasure.

Travis’s jaw dropped in shock as he took in the surreal scene before him. His mother’s vulva was exposed, Billy’s cock deep inside her ass, and she was craving another one – she wanted to be filled in both holes. The woman was insane, or so he thought, as she begged him to fuck her.

He was hesitant, yet intrigued. It was a crazy thought, but he had to try it. Kneeling between his mother’s spread legs, he pushed his cock into her engorged vagina.

“Aaaaauuuhhh fuuuuk!” Mary groaned.

The sensation was unlike anything he’d experienced before – it was tighter and more intense, and he could feel Billy’s cock moving in tandem with his own. It was unsettling at first, but also a thrill he couldn’t deny.

With both her holes filled, Mary’s response was primal – she wrapped her arms around Travis’s waist, her fingers digging into his ass as she urged him to fuck her harder.

John joined the chaos, standing off to the side and feeding his cock into Mary’s waiting mouth. She eagerly took him in, her throat muscles contracting as she sucked.

Billy was the first to cum, his load bursting into Mary’s ass with a primal grunt.

Travis followed soon after, his mother’s screams of ecstasy sending him over the edge. He squeezed her breast viciously as he came, milk squirting over his chest.

John’s final shot landed on Mary’s face, and she convulsed, her body trembling as she milked every last drop from the cocks impaling her.

Finally spent, Mary went limp, her body exhausted.

Travis slumped back onto the sofa, while John sat back down in his chair, both of them spent.

As John and Billy dressed, he turned to them and said, “Guess we need to get you guys some gas.”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here,” Travis added, watching as his mother rolled off Billy and lay curled up on the floor.

John slapped Mary on the ass, saying, “Lady, you were wild!” before turning to Travis and saying, “Let’s get going.”

As they drove away, Mary remained still, her body aching from the intense session.

Travis finally spoke up, his voice laced with concern, “Mom, can you wake up? We’re getting gas.”

Slowly, Mary regained consciousness, her reality crashing down around her. She felt dirty, ashamed, and guilty for what she’d done – especially with her son involved.

“I’m so sorry, Travis,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

But Travis wasn’t having it. He was hurt and angry, his voice laced with skepticism, “You’re sorry? You said they made you do it.”

His mother’s eyes pleaded with him, “Travis, I swear, they threatened to hurt you if I didn’t comply.”

Travis’s expression was unconvinced, his voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t believe you.”

His mother’s response was a whispered plea, “Please, Travis, just listen to me.”

But Travis just shook his head, his mind reeling with questions and doubts.

“Shouldn’t we call the sheriff?” he asked finally, his voice laced with uncertainty.

His mother’s response was hesitant, “Do you really want to explain to the sheriff what happened? I don’t think I can do that.”

Travis’s question hung in the air, a heavy weight between them, “If they forced you, that means they raped you… and if they raped you, what about me? Did I rape you?”

His mother’s tears fell like a storm, her voice barely above a whisper, “No, Travis, you didn’t rape me. I swear, I didn’t want you to know what was going on. I did it for our safety.”

Travis’s expression was a mix of confusion and anger, his voice laced with skepticism, “It didn’t seem like you were being forced.”

His mother’s words were a desperate attempt to convince him, “Travis, I know it didn’t seem that way, but I had to do what I had to do. Please, just trust me on this.”

As they drove on in tense silence, Travis’s mind was a jumble of emotions and doubts – he didn’t know what to believe, or what to do next.