Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Givemeextra]

More of cuckson adventures with Mom please.  That Spider episode was nice

Make son do depraved things to Mom [in exchange to get and feel her]

[Steel]

More of cuckson adventures with Mom please.  That Spider episode was nice

Make son do depraved things to Mom [in exchange to get and feel her]

Thanks. 

Not just yet, but Abhi will have his share of pie ;)

[Steel]

Madhuri's eyes widened, scanning the grades, her son, Abhi, the boy she'd always thought a bit dull, had scored impossibly high, matching Ishaan's near-perfect marks. Little did she know how helpful Ms. Sherley's extra classes were.

Shock jolted through her, mingled with pride, though suspicion lingered. "This… this is amazing," she said hesitantly, her voice soft, her gaze flickering to Ishaan's smug expression. "Congratulations, both of you."

Abhi grinned, bouncing with excitement. "Maa, since we did so well, can I ask something for me and Ishaan to play with indoors? You know, as a reward?" His eyes sparkled, oblivious to the tension crackling in the room.

She met Ishaan's gaze, his devilish grin widening, a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine, half fear, half something darker, hotter.

She quickly looked away, swallowed, her throat dry. "Fine," she said, her voice tight, "but keep it reasonable." Abhi whooped, already pulling out his phone, while Ishaan’s gaze locked on her,

"Good, umm... I'll... leave you guys to it then," she mumbled, turning to flee, berating herself, "Why did I think this was a good idea, walking in here?"

"Wait mom, he couldn't stop raving about your Biryani from last time, tell her, Ishaan!" Abhi piped up, crunching chips, and Ishaan's laugh rumbled, low and warm. "Oh Abhi, your mom's a killer, cooking's just the start. Bet every guy's dying to taste... whatever she's serving," he said, his eyes flicking down her curves, deliberate, bold.

Her eyes flared open, "Do you always talk like this?" she muttered, turning again grabbing a water bottle, but her hands shook, spilling drops on her robe, his stare tracked it, and her cheeks burned.

"Depends on who's listening, some people make words slip out a little smoother," he quipped, voice low and thick with intent, she gripped the desk, fighting to look away, his quiet charm tugging at her like a hidden thread she prayed Abhi wouldn't notice.

"Gotta run, bro, catch you later," Ishaan said suddenly, clapping Abhi's shoulder, but his eyes lingered on her, slow, searing.

"Take care, aunty, don't let the day get too dull without me," he added, winking, his stride casual as he brushed past her, his arm grazing her hip like a spark, and she froze, her breath hitching.

"Bye, Ishaan," Abhi called, but she barely nodded, her voice lost, "Yeah... bye", and he was gone, the door clicking shut, leaving her trembling.

His eyes, exactly matched the stalker's from the bus's dark fire, and her mind spun: "Is it really him!?"

Her pussy throbbed, wetter now, and she sank onto Abhi's chair, her resolve crumbling, his charm, his flirtation, a mirror to the stranger who'd owned her, and she couldn't unsee it.

"Maa, you okay? You look weird," Abhi asked, frowning, and she forced a smile, standing fast.

"Just... tired, Abhi, going to rest," she lied, fleeing upstairs, her robe sticking to her thighs, her heart pounding. She locked her door, leaning against it, his voice replayed, "dying to taste," and her hand drifted down, brushing her clit through the leggings, a soft "Ohh" slipping free.

"Is that him? No way! But, those eyes? Ughh.. I'm confused..." the doubt clawed, the matching eyes flashing her memories from the bus, her shame warring with a need she couldn't kill.

[Steel]

The phone sat silent, messages from her husband and friends, but none from the guy she craved, and her confusion deepened, Ishaan's flirt a fresh wound, his charm a trap she couldn't evade, her self-control unwinding string by ardent string.

The late afternoon sun dipped low, casting golden streaks through Madhuri's bedroom window as she sat on her bed, in a lavendar cotton saree, its fabric dbanging her curves, her thick waist peeking out, a fragile armor against the chaos in her mind.

Ishaan's departure lingered, his playful jabs a new ache, glinting eyes searing her soul, a mirror to the Devil on the bus, fingering her to ruin.

She paced, the saree swishing, her bare feet soft on the tiles, every step a battle to shake it.

"What's going on?" she muttered, shame curling in her gut, she'd melted for the stalker, begged him, and now Ishaan's flirtatious charm twisted the knife, his eyes a haunting echo she couldn't unsee.

"I need to find out," she vowed, voice firm, but her knees quaked, the bus flashing back, his grip, her surrender, and she sank onto the bed, her saree slipping, her nipple hardening under the blouse, her need a beast she couldn't cage.

She replayed it, Ishaan's arm brushing her hip, his scent hitting her, her hand drifting to her thigh, tracing the curve, wetness seeped through, her shame warring with a wild urge to test it, find him out, unravel the mask, reclaim her control.

Ishaan's face merging with the stalker's shadow, "Him or not, I'll know it myself," she thought, her plan forming, wild, risky. His tease a spark she'd turn against him.

[Givemeextra]

Thanks. 

Not just yet, but Abhi will have his share of pie ;)

          yr):

[Steel]

Monday morning hummed, the house quiet save for the ceiling fan's whir as Madhuri stood in her kitchen.

Her phone sat silent on the counter and her anger at his tease fueled her, her shame a whisper she drowned with resolve. "I'll find you at any cost, Mr.Devil," she murmured, adjusting her pallu, her thick ass outlined, her blouse tight, and her heart thudded, a mix of dread and thrill pulsing through her veins.

The doorbell rang, sharp and sudden, Abhi yelled, "I got it, maa!", and Ishaan strode right into the kitchen.

"Hey, aunty, no office today?," he said, his grin wide as usual, his deep eyes locking hers.

"No... I'm off work for now. Just... exhausted. Want some chai?" she replied, voice soft, turning to the stove, her saree slipped, flashing her waist, and she caught his glance, testing him.

"Chai? You're spoiling us, aunty, bet it's as sweet as you look today," he purred, leaning against the counter, his tone thick.

"You can't stop talking, can you, big guy?" she teased back, bolder now, bending to grab a cup, her saree dipped, her cleavage spilling, deliberate, and his eyes flicked down.

"Only for a woman who's worth it, purple's lethal on you, aunty, got me dizzy," he shot back, stepping closer, his scent, sweat, musk, hitting her, and her nipples hardened, her plan teetering, "Was he flirting or playing me?"

"Abhi's out in the living room, go sit there," she said, dodging, but her voice wavered, his presence stirred her, too close to the stalker's fire.


"Nah, aunty, think I'll stay and watch the magic. Tell me if you need a hand," he grinned, brazen, and she went still.

[Steel]

"Actually... my shoulders are killing me," she lied, turning, and she met his gaze, daring him.

"Can you... massage them, Ishaan?"

He raised a brow, smirking. "Massage? Anything for you, aunty, those shoulders need a hard grip," he said, voice low, stepping behind her, his hands settled, firm, kneading slow, and her breath hitched, a soft "Ohh" slipping free.

His fingers dug in, rough, confident, like in the bus, but the doubt still lingered.

"Feel good?" he murmured, his breath on her neck.

She nodded, shaky, "Yeah... good", her trap tightening, stirring the tea.

Abhi bounded in, "Chai ready, Maa?", and she jolted, stepping away, her saree snapping back.

"Almost, go sit, both of you," she snapped, normalcy a mask, and Ishaan grinned, unfazed.

"Thanks for the warm-up, aunty, chai's gonna taste even better now," he quipped, winking, and sauntered off with Abhi, his touch lingered on her skin.

"This isn't done yet," she hissed, pouring chai into cups.

She'd push harder, test deeper, her shame buried under a wild need to know, his flirt a tease she'd match. Her trap a game he might already own, two steps ahead in her own dark dance.

"I got this," she whispered, adjusting her saree, her blouse tight, nipples faintly outlined, and her heart raced, a cocktail of dread and thrill pulsing through her veins, hungry for proof.

Madhuri carried the tray of steaming chai cups into the living room, approached Abhi and Ishaan sprawled on the couch. She handed Abhi his cup first, then turned to Ishaan.

[Steel]

As she extended the cup, her fingers brushed his, deliberate and slow, lingering just a beat too long. His skin was warm, rough at the edges, and his eyes flicked up to meet hers, sharp, glinting, unreadable. She pulled back, a shiver snaking down her spine, and turned away.

The cupboard loomed across the room, an excuse she'd seized. "Need to tidy this up," she muttered, loud enough for Abhi to hear, positioning herself behind him, facing Ishaan.

She reached up, arms stretching high, the light fabric of her saree pulling taut against her body. Her blouse strained, the faint outline of her nipples pressing through, her chubby waist spilling softly over the edge of her petticoat.

She felt Ishaan's gaze before she saw it, his eyes locked on her. Her breath caught, but she didn't falter, raising her arms higher. Ishaan leaned back, sipping his chai, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Abhi, your mom's got this place looking spotless, almost too good, huh?" he said, his voice casual, but his eyes never left her, the words dripping with a taunt meant only for her. Abhi nodded absently, engrossed in his phone, oblivious to the game unfolding.

She understood what he meant, but tugged the saree lower, a calculated tease, her navel winking at him now, and kept wiping the shelves, her shame filling her, her movements slow, deliberate.

Ishaan's gaze darkened, his fingers tapping the cup. "Takes real skill to keep everything... in place," he added, his tone lazy but pointed, and she felt the heat crawl up her neck, her resolve wavering under his stare.

The chai drained, he set the cup down and stood, stretching with a yawn that felt too performative.

She kept her eyes on the cupboard, pretending not to notice as he ambled toward her, his steps unhurried, fearless.

[Steel]

Her heart hammered, she wiped the same spot twice, three times, feigning bravery, but her hands trembled.

He was close now, too close, the air between them crackling. She braced herself, refusing to turn, then he jerked suddenly, bending low. Her breath hitched, and she flinched, yanking the saree up to cover herself, fear spiking through her veins.

But he only grabbed the Rubik's cube sitting by the cupboard's base, straightening with a lazy grin.

Their eyes locked, his steady, hers wide, and he turned back to the couch without a word.

She stood frozen, clutching the fabric, her chest heaving as he flopped down and started twisting the cube. Click-click-click, the colors aligned in seconds, his fingers a blur.

Abhi looked up, amazed. "How'd you do that so quickly? Looks fresh and colorful for the first time in ages."

Ishaan shrugged, tossing the solved cube onto the cushion. "No big deal. Just practice. Though..." He paused, glancing at Madhuri sidelong. "It's missing the best color, purple. Makes it less... attractive, don't you think?"

His voice was smooth, the jab subtle but piercing, and her cheeks burned, the deep plum of her saree suddenly a spotlight.

She bolted for the kitchen, her bare feet slapping the tiles, the air cooler there a refuge. Leaning against the counter, she pressed a hand to her chest, willing her heart to slow.

"He's toying with me," she whispered, the realization sinking in, he'd dodged her trap, flipped it, left her exposed instead.

But the fire in her gut flared brighter, shame and thrill twisting into something sharper. "No," she hissed, straightening her pallu, her jaw set. "I'm not done."

[Steel]

That night after the dinner, Madhuri lay on her bed, the sheets cool against her skin, her mind a restless tangle. The phone beside her glowed faintly, no messages from the stalker, just Ramesh's morning text about his return in three days and a few chirpy notes from friends.

She sighed, tapping out quick replies, her fingers hovering over the stalker's chat. Empty. Silent. Then, a spark flickered, an idea, sharp and sudden. She locked the screen with a decisive click, the phone's glow fading to black. Swinging her legs off the bed, she stood up, her bare feet pressing into the cool floor.

The muffled shouts of Abhi and Ishaan drifted up from the living room. She slipped off the bed, smoothing her nightgown, and padded downstairs.

The boys' Gaming Night turned the living room into a frenzied combat zone, the PS5 alive with Call of Duty: Warzone action.

Abhi sprawled on the floor, controller in hand, yelling, "Die, bro!" while Ishaan lounged beside him, legs kicked out, smirking. "Aunty, you joining us? We need a cheerleader," he called, his voice teasing, those deep eyes flicking to her as she stepped in.

She forced a smile, settling onto the couch near Ishaan's side. "No... just gonna watch," she said, her tone light, but her gaze darted to his phone, resting face-down on the cushion beside her.

Her heart thudded as she edged closer, her fingers brushing the device. She flipped it silently, the screen dark, locked. A pinprick of disappointment stabbed her, she'd hoped for an easy crack, a glimpse into his world.

She shifted to leave, ready to retreat, but a sharp ding cut through the noise. The lock screen lit up: an Instagram notification from Shreya, "Miss you". Madhuri froze, sinking back, her eyes narrowing, "Must be his girlfriend."

[Steel]

Before she could process it, another chime, Snapchat this time, from "Divya": "How do I look handsome?" with a snap attached. "Who's this now?" she muttered.



The boys' shouts drowned out her quickening breath as she stared, the messages stacking up, flirty, familiar, a parade of girls vying for his attention.

Her mind flashed to her own texts to the stalker, the same coy tone, the same game.

Suspicion coiled tighter, but she kept her face blank, watching the screen like a hawk.

More pings: "Hey cutie," from Priya, "Wanna ft?" from Leela.

"Girls these days," she thought, a flicker of disdain curling her lip, but it couldn't smother the itch of curiosity burning inside her. "Who was he to them? What's he hiding?"

Minutes later, the phone rang, loud and sudden, "Miss Sherley" flashing across the screen. She blinked, "Isn't that the dean?" imagining what trouble he'd stirred at college.

Ishaan paused the game, removed his headphones, grabbed the phone, and silenced the call with a flick. He unlocked it, her eyes traced the pattern, a quick zigzag, texted something, then slid it into his pocket, locking her out again.

She bit her lip, frustration simmering. The game resumed, Abhi oblivious, Ishaan's focus back on the screen, but she felt his presence like a weight.

She kept an eye on his pocket, waiting for his phone to slip, but the gripping gameplay soon dragged her in.

[Steel]

Hours later, the controllers clattered down, 11 PM glowed on the clock. Ishaan stretched, yawning. "Aunty, mind if I crash here tonight? Too late to head back."

Her stomach twisted, but she nodded, voice tight. "Sure... Abhi can set you up."

She rose, escaping upstairs, the creak of the steps matching her racing pulse.

The night cloaked Hyderabad in a humid hush, the clock ticking past 11:30 PM as Madhuri lay sprawled on her bed. She slipped into a nightdress, a loose top and pajamas hugging her figure.

Her plan had crashed, but she knew Ishaan's phone a chamber of his secrets left locked.

"It's starting to make sense. Is he the one running that stalker account this whole time? I need to check his phone tomorrow," she whispered,

A buzz jolted her, her phone lit up, DevilzMask: "Missed me, Madhuri?"

Her heart slammed, her breath catching, his tease roared back, a blade to her shame.

"Where were you the past few days? And.. how could you leave me like that on the bus!" she replied, anger rushing in. His next line: "Forget about it, why you teasing that poor boy, darling?"

Her stomach dropped, guilt crashed, her seduction of Ishaan a secret he'd pierced. "I... wasn't," she typed, shaky.

He fired back, slow, wild: "Don't lie, my sweet, I see it all. Don't worry, I'll prove I'm not him tonight, get ready, your real king's coming for you."

Her knees trembled, a soft "Oh no" escaping her lips, fear tangled with excitement, her pussy pulsing, wet and eager, his return igniting a spark in her abyss.

"How do you know?" she gasped, typing the words, but he didn't reply, the chat silent, her mind spiraling, Prove he's not Ishaan? Tonight?

Her loose dress clung to her skin, her nipples hardening, and she paced, his words a promise, a threat, her volcano flaring, craving his proof.

"Should I face this?" she whispered, shame battling her need, her teasing had backfired, but his return stoked her, a wild thrill she couldn't extinguish.

[Steel]

Downstairs, Abhi and Ishaan crashed but her heart raced, "If he's here, and Ishaan's there, then...", her doubt flickered, his tease a game she'd lost control of.

She sank onto the bed, remembering the previous night on the bus and how she teased Ishaan that morning. "Why am I behaving like this?" she hissed, shame flooding, her volcano roaring, unquenched, his return a trap she'd walk into, willingly or not.

Stiff on her bed, Madhuri replayed the stalker's message: "I'll prove I'm not him tonight" Her heart hammered, a wild drumbeat of fear and excitement, her juicy lips parted, panting shallow breaths as she stared at the ceiling, "What's his game now? I'm done falling for it, he's getting caught tonight," she whispered, her voice trembling, her volcano simmering, craving a proof.

A sharp knock jolted her, Abhi's voice, shaky, through the door: "Maa... I heard a sudden noise from the terrace." Her breath caught, his fear pierced her haze, and she sat up.

"Are you alright, my dear?" she called, forcing calm, but her heart raced, He's here.

"I'm a little afraid mom... heard a loud bang. Can you please go check?" he pleaded, and she stood, legs shaky.

"Okay, I'll look, go back to your room and stay inside with Ishaan," Her voice quavered, bravery a mask, deep inside, she knew: something bad, wild, was brewing, his proof a trap snapping shut. "Is he gonna be there?" she whispered, grabbing a flashlight, her body pulsing with fear and excitement.

[Steel]

She crept upstairs, the terrace door creaking open, cool air hit her. It was dark and silent. Her flashlight swept across empty tiles, a shattered pot at the far end, then, a rose on the floor, a letter tucked beneath.

"He's here!" she gasped, kneeling to unfold the note: "Meet me in the backyard for a surprise." Her heart lurched, danger and allure colliding. She gripped the rose, thorns pricking, a soft "Ohh" slipping out, his taunt fueling her fire. "Do I go?" she murmured, dread surging, her body urged yes, her mind screamed no.

"Its a chance to clear my doubts on Ishaan as well as find who the real culprit behind this" she thought, and stood, her flashlight flickered, casting eerie shapes, and crept back, pausing at Abhi's door, hearing him and Ishaan talking.

"Ishaan's in the room," she whispered, her doubt shifting, "Those eyes, are they not his?"

She silently opened the door and slipped to the backyard, flashlight in hand. Stepping into the dark, she gasped, her nightdress no shield against the wildness awaiting.

[Steel]

The backyard loomed under midnight sky, a tangle of shadows and rustling leaves as Madhuri stepped out, her curves outlined in that night dress, her thick ass swaying, her bare feet cold on the grass. The flash light and rose trembled in her hand as she entered.

Her heart pounded, a frantic rhythm of fear and thrill, her juicy lips parted, panting. "Where is he?" she whispered as she edged forward and froze hearing a sharp rustle behind her.

"Who was that?" she gasped, spinning, nothing but shadows, then a hand clamped her mouth, rough, silencing her, and dragged her back, into a dark corner by the fence in front of Abhi's room's window while the other hand loosened her pants, removing it.

"Mmph!" she choked, muffled, her flashlight dropping, clattering, dead, and her fists flailed, beating air, her scream trapped, barely a whimper leaked.

His grip tightened, as she felt the presence of him behind, his scent, musk, heat flooding her, and her pussy gushed, her nipples stiffening, fear screamed fight, need screamed yield, her abyss snapping shut around her.

He released her mouth, slow, her breath ragged, "You?", and shoved her down, kneeling her in the grass, his scarf gleamed, wolf-logo faint, and his eyes met hers, deep, commanding, the eyes from the bus, her heart stopped, a jolt of memory: fingering her, owning her.

The wolf-logo scarf glinting faintly, his tall frame looming as he sat before her, "You almost ruined him, darling. Is the proof enough?" he rasped, voice low, thick, his fake bass, wild and raw. Voices drifted, Abhi's room, muffled laughs coming from Abhi's room. "Listen to them. Want me to ruin them instead, or you gonna behave?"

Her breath hitched as guilt hit her, teasing Ishaan looked like a sin she commited.

[Steel]

She shook her head, trembling, "Please.. don't harm the kids.." She froze, "So its not Ishaan.", but his grin glinted, the faint hum of a voice recorder betraying his ruse. The clever bastard had tricked her, luring her deeper into his trap.

"Why are you doing this?" she panted, her hands pushing his chest, firm, unyielding, but he leaned closer, his breath hot, teasing without touch.

His hands hovering and brushing her thighs through the pajamas, and her pussy twitched, her nipples hard through the top.

"Please... stop this," she gasped, but her hips shifted, craving, yielding, and a soft "Ohh" slipped free, her control fraying, his tease a storm she couldn't weather.

He advanced, hands grazing her breasts,, and she jolted, a loud "Noo!" accidentally bursting out.

Lights flared from neighbors' windows and a shout, "Who's there?", and she froze.

"What have I done?" she whispered, her shame surging, fear, excitement, a trembling night crashing around her.

The night pulsed with tension as Madhuri crouched in the backyard. Ishaan's eyes glinted with a calm that unnerved her.

A creak of a gate snapped her focus, Uncle Sharma, the nosy neighbor, emerged from his house, his flashlight bobbing as he shuffled toward the fence, his silhouette looming. Madhuri's stomach churned, panic spiking, "What if he sees us?"

[Steel]

"Stay quiet," Ishaan whispered, his voice low, "I'll handle this." She nodded, hands flying to her mouth, muffling her ragged breaths, her eyes wide as she sank lower into the bushes beside him.

He stood up, a shadow against the fence, his form tall and unyielding. The uncle stopped on the other side, his flashlight flickering, catching only Ishaan's vague outline. "Who's that?" the old man barked, suspicion thick in his tone.

Ishaan's voice came smooth, unruffled: "Sorry for the disturbance, sir. Mrs. Madhuri called me to fix a leaky pipe. She gave me the keys for the lawn, I am only free at night, you see."

His words were a lie spun with ease, and Madhuri, crouched low, felt her heart lurch, her eyes darting nervously, then freezing. A bulge strained against his pants, unmistakable, bold. 

Her gaze locked on it, a flush creeping up her neck, her body betraying her with a twitch of desire she couldn't explain. "Why can't I look away?" she thought, her lips parting, her breath hitching. 

Uncle Sharma grunted, "Bit odd, working this late," and raised his flashlight, its beam threatening to pierce the dark. 

[Little finger]

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[Steel]

Ishaan moved swiftly, his hand dropped to his pants, zipping them down in a bold, reckless motion.

Madhuri's eyes widened, a gasp trapped in her throat as his dick sprang free, thick, long, pulsing in the dim light, inches from her face. 

Her hands fell from her mouth, shock and awe parting her lips, her body trembling as she stared, transfixed, her pussy clenching despite the fear.

"It's... all real", her thoughts spun wildly, breath catching in short gasps, the warmth between her thighs impossible to ignore as she gazed at it, no longer just an image on her screen.

He quickly tugged the scarf from his face, tossing it to the ground. Madhuri's gaze flicked to the fallen cloth, her heart slamming, “I can see his face, finally!”, her excitement surging, desperate to see his true face. 

She tilted her head up, but before she could catch a glimpse, his hand gripped her hair, pulling her forward. Her lips met his dick, a sudden, overwhelming warmth filling her mouth as she gagged. 

Her eyes watered as her body was caught between shock and a wild, shameful thrill. She couldn't pull away, her mouth yielding, her mind a haze of fear and want.

The flashlight beam cut through the dark as the neighbor clicked it on, his voice sharp: "You don't look like a plumber. And what’s that noise earlier?" Ishaan didn't flinch, his voice steady even as Madhuri's lips trembled around him.

"Just some stray cats knocking things over in the yard," he said, nonchalant as ever. "No worries, I shooed them off." His hand tightened in her hair, a quiet command, and Madhuri's body pulsed, fear, shame, and a dangerous heat crashing together as the night closed in around them.

[Steel]

Madhuri's world spun, her lips stretched around his thick cock, her throat constricting as she gagged.

A faint rustle of leaves broke the night's hush, stirring from a shadowy corner of the bushes, but her mind couldn't grasp it, too consumed by the pulsing warmth in her mouth, a wild thrill coursing through her veins.

Unknown to her, Ishaan had orchestrated a twisted game, hiding Abhi in that dark corner before everything. He is straining to stay silent, his eyes wide, enjoying the forbidden scene.

Mr. Sharma's voice cut through, gruff but curious: "Thought I heard Mrs. Madhuri scream earlier. Sounded like someone broke in. She gave you the house keys?"

Ishaan's grip tightened in Madhuri's hair, his voice smooth, unfazed: "Just the lawn keys for the pipes, sir. Why would she give me the house keys?" His tone was casual, but he caught a flicker of suspicion in the neighbor's face of disappointment.

Ishaan pressed further: "Why would anyone break in? She that wealthy?"

Sharma's face soured, disappointment flashing as he muttered, "Forget her wealth. Men around here go mad for her."

Madhuri's breath caught, shock rippling through her, "They all want me?", her body trembling, her lips still wrapped around him, pushing back and forth.