Chapter 143: Mom''s Formula for Sexual Exploration_2 After Fred left for work, Claire decided to check up on her son. She


    knew he''d be masturbating before school and wanted to assist in any


    way she could.


    Opening the door to his bedroom, Claire saw Eric lying on his bed,


    his hand movement steady and rhythmic, with her panties to his


    nose. She approached him cautiously, not wanting to disturb his


    concentration, and whispered his name. He didn''t respond, lost in the


    pleasurable sensations he was experiencing.


    She thought about how wonderfully erotic it would be if he opened his


    eyes and saw her hovering there beside him completely naked. "Oh,


    why not," Claire thought, then, in one swift motion, she removed her


    nightgown and stood before him, her huge, heavy tits exposed and


    erect nipples pointing towards him.


    Eric''s eyes flew wide open and his breathing quickened. He fumbled,


    but managed to pause his hand''s motion just in time to take a


    moment to enjoy the sight of his mother standing before him, nude


    and alluring.


    "Hi, mom," he said, his voice husky and deep, sounding different to


    her.


    "Hi, honey," she replied, her voice soft and sultry, "I came to see if I


    could assist you. Would you like me to help you edge?"


    His eyes widened further, if that was even possible, and he nodded


    eagerly, his hand resuming its rhythmic movements.


    Claire pulled back the blanket then sat down beside him, her


    oversized boobies bobbling on her ribcage upon impact. She watched


    intently as her son continued to stroke himself, his eyes locked on her


    jutting breasts. She was completely enthrawed by the sight of Eric''s


    fist squeezing up and down the length of his slippery, pink cock-meat.


    "Honey, when you imagine fucking a girl''s hot pussy, how long do you


    imagine your session lasting?"


    "As long as possible."


    "Good answer, sweetheart," Claire''s voice was so soft and gentle, it


    sent shivers down Eric''s spine. "And when you imagine that moment


    of release, when you''re deep inside a girl and you''re ready to unload


    your hot cum inside her pussy, what goes through your mind?"


    "Just about how good it feels," he managed to choke out, his voice


    high-pitched and vulnerable. His breathing grew more ragged, and he


    fought the urge to cum.


    "That''s right, Eric. It feels good. But imagine if you could push past


    that feeling, and take control of your penis. Imagine if you could


    prolong the pleasure, and make your partner feel even more


    incredible than before. Wouldn''t that be an amazing gift to give her?"


    "It sure would, Mom," Eric gasped, his eyes never leaving the swell of


    her tit-melons. "I want to do that for a girl, I really do."


    "That''s the spirit, sweetheart," Claire purred, reaching out to place a


    gentle hand on his chest, just above his heart. "And I''m going to help


    you get there. You see, there are ways to train your body to last


    longer during sex. You can learn to hold back the orgasm, and make


    it even more intense when you finally let go. It''s all about control,


    son."


    Eric nodded, feeling his heart race as he watched his mother''s hand


    glide over his chest. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his


    face, and the smell of her arousal was intoxicating.


    "Now, I want you to try and hold back your orgasm this time.


    Concentrate on the sensations in your cock, and try to ride the wave


    of pleasure instead of letting it crash down on you. Can you do that,


    Eric?"


    "I''ll try, Mom," he said, his voice thick with lust and anticipation.


    She peeked down at the cock slipping through his hand. "Would you


    like me to take over? Believe it or not, honey, I know your cock as


    well as you do. I know about ever ridge, every vein and area that


    makes you ache the most."


    "You do?"


    "Of course. Even before I met your father I was jerking off boys your


    age in High School and college. I became quite an expert in the art of


    giving a handjob."


    "I''ll gladly let you take over," Eric said, his voice shaking with


    excitement. He knew he was in the hands of a master, and he could


    only imagine the pleasure that awaited him.


    Claire nodded, her eyes never leaving his cock. She slowly reached


    out, her fingers lightly grazing his thighs.


    She spawled out next to him, plastering her meaty melons against the


    side of his chest as she took his cock in her hand. Eric shivered, his


    heart pounding in his chest. He watched as his mother''s hand began


    to stroke him in a rhythmic motion, her fingers gliding up and down


    the length of his shaft.


    "What do you think about that?" Claire murmured, her voice low and


    seductive. "Does it feel good, sweetheart?"


    "Oh, yeah," Eric groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt


    the pleasure wash over him.


    "Most women need much more time to reach orgasm than a man


    does? You have to learn to be patient, Eric. Teach yourself to savor


    the moment, to prolong the pleasure, and to make it more intense for


    both you and your partner. It''s a skill, and like any skill, it takes


    practice."


    "I''ll do my best, Mom," Eric managed to choke out, his voice breathy


    and weak. His breathing grew ragged and shallow, and he could feel


    the orgasm building inside him like a tsunami, threatening to


    overwhelm everything in its path.


    "That''s the spirit," Claire purred, her hand speeding up slightly as she


    worked him harder. "Focus on the sensation, Eric. Feel every inch of


    my hand as it moves up and down your cock. Feel the warmth of my


    breast against your chest, the softness of my skin, the wetness of my


    lips as they brush against your cheek. Let those sensations consume


    you."


    "Mmmmm...yes, Mom," Eric replied, his tongue nearly hanging out


    lustfully as he watched his mom''s pretty hand beat up and down his


    boner.


    Together, they watched his slippery member slide through Claire''s


    tight grip, slick with the glistening pre-ejaculate that coated its


    surface. As they shared this intimate moment, Claire couldn''t help but


    be impressed by how he was performing so far. The way his


    manhood was thrusting and straining against her hand, she imagined


    it plowing through her own pink flesh and bringing her to the edge of


    ecstasy. She couldn''t deny the anticipation building within her as she


    felt his pulsing hardness in her palm and wondered what pleasures it


    could bring.


    "I''m really close!" Eric panted, his breathing ragged as his orgasm


    neared.


    Claire knew she had to act fast, or he would come before he could


    learn to control his ejaculation. "Take a deep breath, Eric, and try to


    focus on the sensations in your cock. Don''t let the urge to cum


    overwhelm you. You''re doing great."


    Gritting his teeth, Eric took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his


    mind focused on the pleasure coursing through his body. Claire


    continued to stroke him, her hand moving in a steady rhythm, her


    touch firm yet gentle.


    As Eric struggled to hold back his climax, Claire could feel the heat


    radiating from his body, the tension in his muscles, and the pumping


    of his cock in her hand. She knew he was close, but she continued to


    encourage him, reminding him to focus on the pleasure and to stay in


    control. "Let me know when you''re on the very edge of ejaculation


    and I''ll clamp my fingers around the neck of your cock to prevent you


    from coming," she whispered, her eyes locked on his.


    "I''m...so...close," he gasped, his voice cracking.


    Claire nodded, her hand never slowing down. "That''s it, Eric. Just a


    few more seconds. Fuck my hand as long as possible before we


    pause."


    Eric''s breathing was so ragged now, it nearly matched the feverish


    rhythm of the hand that continued to stroke him. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit!"


    he moaned, his body shuddering in her grip. "I''m right there, Mom,"


    he panted, his cock twitching in her hand, straining for release.


    Claire stopped stroking and her grip tightened around his manhood,


    firmly encircling it just below the curved edge of his coronal ridge. The


    intense pleasure that had been building within him was stopped in its


    tracks, held back by her skilled touch. "Relax, my love. Let your


    climax slowly fade away," she urged softly, her voice laced with


    tenderness and understanding.


    Eric''s eyes closed involuntarily, his face contorted in a mix of agony


    and pleasure. He could feel the throbbing in his cock, the pulsations


    that had been building up to a crescendo now abruptly halting. He let


    out a ragged sigh, his heart pounding in his chest. The euphoric


    sensations that had been coursing through his veins just moments


    ago now slowly dissipating, and he took a shaky breath.


    "It takes a lot of discipline to master this technique, Eric," Claire


    continued, her hand still firm around him. "But with time and practice,


    you''ll be able to last much longer during sex. Trust me, your partners


    will appreciate it, and it will make your orgasms even more intense


    when you eventually do climax."


    Eric nodded, his breath still ragged as he stared into his mother''s


    eyes.


    "Before I begin stroking you again, would you like to do something


    that will heighten your arousal even more?"Claire inquired, a sly smile


    playing on her lips.


    "Um...what do you have in mind, Mom?" Eric asked, his heart still


    racing from the intense pleasure he had just experienced.


    "Would you like to suck on my titties?"


    "Seriously?!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief and


    arousal.


    "Yes, I think it will add a whole other layer of pleasure and excitement


    for you."


    "I''ll be honest, it was something I wanted to do yesterday, but was too


    afraid to ask you."


    "Today marks a fresh start on your path of sexual exploration," Claire


    remarked with a sly smile. "Your sister has yet to feed this morning,


    so my breasts are brimming with rich, creamy milk for you to savor.


    Just as I relish the taste and nourishment of your cum, you can now


    indulge in the unique pleasure of nursing from me." Her words hung


    heavy in the air, thick with desire and temptation.


    Eric''s mind raced with excitement as he nodded eagerly, his eyes


    fixated on his mother''s milk-engorged breasts.


    Claire moved into position, her nipples erect and begging to be


    sucked.


    As Eric leaned forward, he was surprised by how squishy and warm


    his mother''s breast felt on his face, the weight of them exhilirating. He


    took one nipple into his mouth, suckling gently, tasting the creamy


    milk that flowed from its ducts, the sweet nectar leaving a warm,


    tingling sensation in his throat.


    Claire moaned softly, arching her back as she felt her son''s lips


    wrapped around her nipple. "Oh, Eric, I can tell already thatbyou''re


    gonna be good at this," she whispered, her voice thick with arousal.


    Her hand was still clenched around cock and she slowly began


    stroking again.


    As her fist moved up and down his shaft, Eric was lost in a world of


    sensations. His mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and longing, his


    mouth firmly latched onto his mother''s nipple, his lips spread out


    across her areola, feeling the milk flow into his mouth. His face was


    masked in tit-flesh and he could feel the meat of her melon rocking


    back and forth in rhythm with her strokes.


    He could feel the tenderness of her nipple in his mouth and the


    sweet, warm liquid flowing down his throat as he sucked on her. The


    smell, taste and sensation of her breast filled him with an unmatched


    feeling of connection and intimacy, unlike anything he had ever


    experienced.


    Claire moaned softly, her hand speeding up its pace, her son''s


    precum coating his cock with each quick pull. She could feel the heat


    radiating from his body, the tension in his muscles and the throbbing


    of his cock in her hand. It was as if she was connected to him on a


    primal level, their bodies reacting and responding to each other in


    perfect harmony.


    Claire''s voice was soft and gentle, almost like a lullaby, as she spoke


    to her tit-sucking son. "Oh, sweetheart," she cooed, savoring the


    feeling of their bodies intertwined. "Now that your body has calmed


    down, we''ll slowly bring you to the edge again."


    With a confident and practiced touch, she caressed his manhood, her


    circled fingers gliding in a perfect corkscrew motion, along its length,


    circling over the sensitive head with the familiarity of a mother tending


    to her child. The softness of her touch belied the underlying strength


    and control she possessed, making him tremble under her skilled


    ministrations.


    Eric''s young buttocks clenched with pleasure and anticipation, his


    hard length standing tall in his mother''s skilled hand as she stroked


    him with deft and tireless movements.


    His lips curved into a feral grin, his pleasure evident as he snarled


    with delight. Milk escaped from the corners of his mouth, like tiny


    streams of white running down his chin. He felt himself being


    swallowed by a cocoon of ecstasy, completely consumed by the


    overwhelming pleasure. The world around him faded away as he


    gave in to the all-encompassing sensation.


    Claire could tell her son was close to cumming again from the sounds


    he made and the way his prick was swelling and twitching in her


    hand. "That''s it, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice thick with lust,


    "just a few more strokes and then I''ll squeeze the tip again."


    Eric groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the imminent


    release building within him. He bucked his hips, thrusting his cock


    into his mother''s hand as she continued to stroke him, her skilled


    touch sending shivers of pleasure down to his core. "I''m...so...close,"


    his tit-smothered voice gasped, milk spewing from his mouth.


    A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of Claire''s lips as she


    gave him two more firm and jarring strokes before tightly clamping


    her fingers around the head once again. The sound of their heavy


    breathing filled the room, his boyish voice cracking as he protested, "I


    can''t stop this time!"


    Claire realized that he had passed the point of no return so she


    began stroking his cock earnestly again, determined to bring him off


    hard.


    "Cum, honey!" she urged, her grip tightening around his shaft. Her


    hand moved up and down at lightning speed, her palm sweeping


    wetly over the sensitive head with each pull. She could feel the heat


    radiating off him, his desperation evident in the way his hips thrust


    towards her hand.


    With his face pushed against the spongy weight of her tit, Eric''s eyes


    rolled back in his head, his entire body trembling as he gave in to the


    pleasure. His back arched, his ass lifting off the bed, as he let out a


    primal roar.


    His cock twitched and throbbed in his mother''s hand, and the


    moment finally came.


    She could feel the first spurt of warm cum spray out against her hand.


    Claire''s eyes remained fixed on her son''s arousal, knowing the


    intense power and release of a teenage ejaculation. With anticipation


    and desire, she opened her mouth wide and waited for his next burst


    of pleasure. As expected, a long rope of thick white semen erupted


    from Eric''s pulsating cock, splattering against the back of her throat


    and filling her mouth with its salty taste. She savored the moment,


    feeling both aroused and satisfied as she swallowed the pool his


    essence.


    As Eric reached the peak of his orgasm, Claire''s hand tightened


    around his throbbing member. She skillfully worked her fingers up


    and down, coaxing out every last drop of his release. His body tensed


    and twitched in response to her skilled touch, his senses


    overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through him. It was


    like being consumed by a wave, crashing and cresting with each


    stroke of her hand. Finally, as his release came to an end, he let out


    a deep groan and collapsed back onto the bed, spent but completely


    satisfied.


    As Eric''s breathing slowed and his body relaxed, Claire continued to


    gently stroke his erect cock, savoring the feel of him in her hand. She


    could feel the heat radiating off him, the beads of sweat dripping


    down his forehead, a testament to the intense experience they had


    just shared.


    "Well done, honey," Claire whispered, her voice gentle and loving.


    "Oh, you came so good and hard."


    Eric appeared embarrassed by his actions, but couldn''t help feeling a


    warmth in his chest. He glanced up at his mother, her warm smile


    and knowing eyes making him feel safe and calm. "Thanks, Mom," he


    managed to say, his voice still hoarse from the pleasure.


    "I was watching your bedside clock," said Claire. "You lasted nearly


    forty five minutes while we used the edging technique before you


    ejaculated."


    "Is that good?" he breathlessly asked.


    Claire smiled, her eyes twinkling with pride. "Oh, yes, that''s excellent,


    honey. But what''s even better is, do you notice how your penis isn''t


    going soft?"


    "Yeah, is that normal?"


    "For a boy your age, yes. You have a short refractory period, which


    means your body recovers quickly from an orgasm and you''re ready


    for another round."


    Eric''s eyes widened in surprise and excitement. "Really? I guess I do


    feel I could go again?"


    "Of course you can, my little stallion," Claire teased, a playful gleam


    in her eyes. "And I bet you''d last even longer the second time. Why


    don''t we use your Semen Collector this time around though so not a


    drop of your creamy cum goes to waist."


    Eric nodded eagerly, his cock flexing at the thought of repeating the


    experience with the aid of his new toy.


    Claire reached for the device from the nightstand and slid it onto the


    head of her son''s erection, expertly securing it in place.


    "There we go, all set for round two," Claire said with a grin. "And I


    have one boob that''s still completely full for you to enjoy."


    "Awesome," the boy blurted, licking his lips eagerly.


    "This time I think I''ll straddle you," Claire suggested, a wicked sparkle


    in her eyes. "That way with a me on top of you and the Semen


    Collector pumping on your erection, it''ll feel like you''re really having


    sex with a girl."


    "You mean like a role play?"


    "Exactly," Claire nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And I''ll


    be your experienced girlfriend, teaching you the ins and outs of


    making love."


    Eric couldn''t help but feel a surge of butterflies in his stomach as he


    imagined himself with a beautiful woman. The idea of roleplaying this


    scenario thrilled him, adding an extra layer of excitement to the


    experience.


    He eagerly agreed, his cock leaping at the thought performing such


    an intimate role play with his own beautiful, busty mom. Even if his


    cock wasn''t actually inside his mother, he could certainly imagine it


    was.


    Claire straddled her son, her moist labia glistening under the soft light


    of the room. She lowered herself onto the Semen Collector, feeling


    the warmth of his cock through it, sliding againt her moist folds. She


    leaned forward, letting her giant, stiff-nippled boobs dangle above his


    excited eyes.


    "I''ll reach down and click off the device whenever you edge, ok?"


    Eric nodded eagerly, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He was so


    turned on from watching his mother''s humongous tits bobbing in front


    of him. He licked his lips in anticipation, the sound of his own


    breathing becoming louder with each passing second.


    Claire turned the Semen Collector on and it began to pump,


    mimicking the sensation of a girl''s pussy on Eric''s erect penis.


    The boy groaned in lust as his mother began thrusting her hips, riding


    the sperm collector like it was his cock. Her wet slit slid up and down,


    her folds glistening in the dim light.


    "You''re doing great, honey" Claire encouraged, her voice breathy and


    sultry.


    The weight of her bare, voluptuous tits caused them to bounce


    heavily on her chest with each thrust, creating a mesmerizing ripple


    effect as they collided with her rib cage. The soft flesh jiggled and


    swayed like gelatin, reflecting the intensity of her movements. "Just


    imagine that your fucking a hot girl and your cock is squeezing


    through a real pussy."


    "You make it easy for me to imagine that," he said, his eyes drifting


    down her torso to the her shaved pussy as it glided over the Semen


    Collector''s shaft.


    "I want to make this experience as lifelike and intense as possible for


    you," she purred, her voice low and seductive. She leaned forward,


    her oversized jugs swinging tantalizingly close to his face. With a fluid


    motion, she glided her ample hips up and back, grinding her slick


    pussy against his throbbing toy with fervent determination.


    "Wow!" Eric moaned, his eyes wide as he watched her milk-engorged


    udders jiggle against his face. "This is...amazing!"


    "Sex is amazing, honey. That''s why it''s so important to control your


    release and prolong your pleasure."


    "Speaking of that...I''m feeling really good," he confessed, his eyes


    locked on her gaping tit-cleavage.


    "Imagine that you''re an athlete in peak physical condition, controlling


    your body''s response to the most intense sensation you''ve ever felt,"


    Claire coached him, her voice soft and soothing. "You''re controlling


    your breathing, flexing your muscles, and working hard to endure this


    incredible experience."


    Eric took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on the


    sensations coursing through his body. He could feel the Semen


    Collector pulsating against the throbbing meat of his erection,


    mimicking the feel of a woman''s tight canal.


    Claire''s hips continued to move rhythmically, her wet labia gliding up


    and down the shaft. On every backward pivot, her fleshy prepuce was


    peeled back, exposing her glans. The pulsating suction of the sex toy


    against her grape-sized nubbin adding to the intensity of the


    experience.


    "I can feel the pressure building," Eric whispered, his voice growing


    hoarse with desire.


    "That''s right," Claire encouraged, riding him tirelessly. "You''re edging,


    honey. Do you feel that knot of pleasure coiling in the head of your


    cock. It''s the sweet spot, the edge of the cliff. Just a few more strokes


    and you''ll tumble over, but we won''t let you. We''ll stop you just in


    time."


    "I can feel it," he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he gritted his


    teeth.


    "That''s good," Claire purred, her voice low and seductive. "Just a few


    more strokes, and then we''ll stop you. Can you feel yourself getting


    closer?"


    "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely a thread as his body tensed.


    "That''s it, honey," Claire praised, her tone still sultry and inviting.


    "You''re doing so well, you''re on the verge of losing control."


    "I can''t take it much longer," he sighed, his voice wavering with


    anticipation.


    "I know," Claire whispered, her voice soft and reassuring. "I can see it


    in your eyes. But you have to hold on just a little longer, just a few


    more strokes. Keep fucking this girl as long as you can."


    Eric felt a sudden surge of energy, meeting his mother''s thrusts with


    a primal need to release his seed inside her. "I''m not gonna cum yet!"


    he gasped in resolve.


    "You''re a fucking animal," Claire cheered, her voice getting lost in the


    passion of the moment. Her hips bucked wildly, her chest heaving


    with each breath. Her face was flushed with passion, her eyes


    gleaming with desire. " "You''re gonna make me cum, sweetheart!"


    Hearing his mom say this was like pouring gasoline on a fire. Eric''s


    eyes widened and his heart raced with excitement. He knew he had


    to make his mom cum, to give her the pleasure she so desperately


    wanted. But he also knew he couldn''t cum just yet. He had to hold on,


    to resist the intense pleasure washing over him.


    With renewed focus, Eric began to thrust back, matching his mom''s


    movements. The Senen Collector pulsed and sucked on his cock,


    mimicking the sensations of a real pussy. He felt a burning fire


    building up inside him, but he clenched his jaw and pushed it away.


    "Keep going, honey," Claire panted, her eyes locked on her son''s


    thrusting hips. "I can feel how close you are, but I need you to hold on


    just a little bit longer."


    Eric''s hips bucked wildly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His


    mom suddenly began trembling, her muscles clenching and


    releasing, and a look of pure bliss washed over her face.


    "I''m close," she moaned, her voice shaking with the intensity of her


    climax. "I can feel it. Oh, fuck, I''m gonna cum!"


    Hearing his mom''s climax nearing was like a trigger for Eric''s own


    release. The fire inside him was about to burn out of control, but he


    knew he had to hold on, to make his mom cum first.


    "Keep going, mom," he panted, his voice strained with effort. "Cum on


    me."


    With her hips flying wildly up and back, Claire arched her spine,


    causing her ballooning tits to swell and shake uncontrollably from her


    chest. Her stunning face contorted in a powerful mix of pleasure and


    ecstasy as she let out a primal scream that echoed through the room.


    The silky strands of her hair whipped around her face in an erotic


    frenzy. She was lost in the throes of orgasmic bliss, completely


    consumed by the intense sensations coursing through her body. Her


    son could do nothing but watch, mesmerized by the raw beauty and


    unbridled passion of his mother''s climax.


    As Claire''s climax reached its peak, her pussy tightened around the


    sperm collector, sending Eric''s senses into overdrive. He felt his cock


    throb and pulse with the rhythm of his mother''s orgasm, the pressure


    building with each powerful thrust. "


    "I can''t hold on any longer," he groaned, his eyes locked on his


    mother''s convulsing body as she screamed in pleasure. Her pussy


    clenched around the toy, and he knew that he had to let go.


    With a final push, his body shuddered, and his cock erupted, sending


    streams of hot, thick cum gushing into the Semen Collector. His hips


    bucked wildly, his face a mask of pure ecstasy as he felt the orgasmic


    release wash over him.


    Claire''s own body trembled, her eyes rolling back in her head as she


    felt the waves of pleasure crash over her. Her pussy clenched and


    released around the tube if the device, helping to milk her son dry as


    her own orgasm subsided.


    As the last spasms of ecstasy subsided, both mother and son lay


    there, spent and gasping for breath. Claire slowly lowered herself


    onto her son''s chest, her massive tits flattening out like soft bread


    dough on his teenage chest.


    "That was incredible," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper. "I


    can''t believe how intense that was."


    Eric smiled weakly, still caught up in the rush of endorphins that


    coursed through his veins. "I guess that''s what happens when you


    edge yourself to the point of no return," he managed to croak out.


    Claire giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well then, I


    guess we''ll have to keep you home from school until we get it right."


    "You won''t hear any objections out of me," Eric chuckled weakly, still


    feeling the aftershocks of their intense encounter. "Besides, I''m


    running late already anyway."


    "Alright, let''s go for round three of humpy-cummie time, but first I


    need to go feed your baby sister."


    Eric watched his mom slip from the bed and move towards his


    doorway naked. She was a vision of sex appeal, her body still


    glistening with sweat and cum, her naked ass undulating, her fat tits


    jiggling with every step she took.


    Claire peeked back, watching him slip his slimy erection from the tube


    of the sperm collector. "Don''t you dare start round three without me,"


    she warned with a wink and a playful grin.


    Fred made the impulsive decision to come home for lunch, a rare


    occurrence since he normally ate at his office. The ten-minute drive


    seemed endless as he eagerly anticipated being greeted by the


    delicious scents of his wife''s cooking. However, upon entering the


    house, he noticed something was off - his wife was not bustling about


    in the kitchen like she usually was. "Honey?" he called out, the sound


    echoing through the empty halls, but received no answer. A sense of


    unease settled over him as he navigated through the quiet rooms,


    wondering where his wife could be.


    He headed up the stairs to check if she was in the bedroom, but he


    could immediately hear loud and disturbing sounds coming from his


    son''s room, the sound of two voices panting with heated intensity. He


    cautiously opened the door, peering inside and finding his son Eric


    and his wife, Claire, naked and entwined in a passionate embrace.


    Claire lay on her back, her toned mommy-legs wrapped tightly around


    Eric''s waist. Their sweat-soaked bodies pressed together in a fervent


    embrace, moving rhythmically as if engaged in passionate


    missionary-style lovemaking. But upon closer inspection, Fred


    noticed the Semen Collector device nestled between their crotches,


    revealing that this was merely simulated sex.


    The air was thick and humid, heavy with the musky scent of sex. It


    hung like a tangible fog, suggesting that perhaps the entire morning


    had been filled with passionate activity.


    Fred''s body froze, paralyzed with shock as he witnessed the


    disturbing scene before him. His own wife and son, locked in an


    obscene embrace, their bodies writhing in a heated fuck-rhythm.


    Eric''s bed rocked back and forth, creaking under the intensity of their


    passionate movements. The boy''s face was buried in the soft flesh of


    Claire''s breast, his lips hungrily sucking at her nipple as she moaned


    in pleasure. The sight made Fred feel sick to his stomach, a twisted


    knot forming in his gut as he struggled to process what he was


    seeing. This was by far the most depraved and obscene thing he had


    ever witnessed. He couldn''t tear his eyes away, but he also couldn''t


    move, as if his body was frozen in disbelief and horror.


    "You''re gonna make me cum, honey!" his wife''s voice rang out, her


    hips rocking urgently, meeting Eric''s thrusts in counterpoint. Fred


    watched his wife scratch her long nails down Eric''s back, her pretty


    face contorting with pleasure.


    Fred never could have imagined watching his wife experience


    pleasure with another man, let alone his own son. It was like an out of


    body experience, as he had always been the one to bring her to


    climax. But now, he found himself a mere spectator to her ecstasy as


    he watched her writhe and moan in the arms of another. The sight


    was both titillating and unsettling, like a forbidden peek into a world


    beyond his own. A mix of emotions swirled within him - jealousy,


    arousal, curiosity. He couldn''t tear his eyes away as every sigh and


    gasp from his wife''s lips felt like a betrayal and yet also a revelation.


    This was not something he ever thought he would witness, but now


    that it was happening, he couldn''t deny the strange fascination it held


    for him.


    Claire arched her back and let out a primal scream that echoed


    through the room. These were not the familiar sounds of pleasure


    that Fred had grown accustomed to in their 20 years of marriage,


    these were raw and untamed. Her body trembled beneath Eric as she


    surrendered to the waves of ecstasy crashing through her. And in that


    moment, Fred knew that this was the most beautiful sound he had


    ever heard his wife make.


    He found himself captivated and overwhelmed by the fluid, sensual


    movements of their naked bodies entwined. Eric''s physique, youthful


    and chiseled, perfectly complemented his wife''s mature, voluptuous


    curves. It was as if they were two puzzle pieces coming together in a


    sexual symphony - every touch, kiss, and thrust fitting seamlessly into


    place. The air crackled with raw passion and desire as their bodies


    moved in perfect synchronization, creating a sexual experience that


    felt like it was crafted just for them.


    "I''m close!" Eric called out, his breath ragged.


    Claire''s body tensed and contorted around Eric''s thrusting form, her


    muscles tightening and straining as she clung to him with her smooth


    skin, like a mommy fuck-harness, amplifying the intensity of his


    orgasm.


    Fred watched in shock as his son''s orgasm wracked his body, his


    face twisting into a mask of pure ecstasy. He could see Eric''s big,


    hairless balls clenching in their sack with every grunt and groan that


    escaped his son''s mouth.


    For several tense minutes Eric and Claire continued to fuck with


    animalistic fervor. The sweaty, slick bodies moved in perfect sync


    with one another, each movement designed to pleasure each other


    sexually.


    Finally, their bodies slowed to a halt, the spent pair gasping for air like


    they had just completed a marathon.


    Fred cleared his throat from the doorway, making his presence


    known.


    Claire and Eric froze, both turning their heads to look at Fred, their


    faces a mix of shock and embarrassment. "Honey, what are you


    doing home?" his wife asked.


    "I decided to come home for lunch," Fred answered. "I certainly didn''t


    expect to find this."


    He stepped away from the door as Eric watched him with a worried


    expression. Claire noticed her son''s concern and reassured him,


    placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Don''t worry, sweetheart. We''re


    not doing anything wrong," she said soothingly.


    Fred confronted his wife the moment she stepped into the kitchen.


    "Whatever you were doing in there WASN''T part of the agreement we


    had," he said, his voice trembling with anger and disbelief.


    "It most certainly was," Claire shot back. "Eric was sucking on my


    breast while being stimulated by his masturbation device, all of which


    I told you about. We were doing nothing that you and I didn''t agree


    on."


    "It looked like a whole lot more than that."


    "Look, Eric and I may have been going through the motions of sex,


    but that was only to make it more realistic for him. There was no


    penetration going on whatsoever."


    "You may try to twist things around, Claire, but I know what I saw.


    You were engaged in a sexual act with Eric. I don''t know how you


    can justify that as part of our agreement."


    "Call it what you want, but I was merely to broadening Eric''s horizon


    sexually and helping him become more confident in his burgeoning


    sexuality," she explained defensively. "He''s my son, after all. I want to


    make sure he is well-prepared for the future."


    "The way you were climaxing in there makes me wonder if it was just


    as much for your benefit as it was his," Fred snarled.


    "A woman''s climax is simply a physical reaction, Fred. It''s not


    something I can control or prevent from happening."


    "Sure you can, by NOT doing what you two were doing in there," Fred


    snapped back.


    Claire sighed, her eyes softening as she looked at her husband.


    "Fred, I understand your emotions are running high right now, but


    please try to understand. This was not about me getting pleasure


    from Eric, it was about helping him learn to enjoy intimacy and feel


    confident in himself."


    "But it wasn''t supposed to be this way!" Fred shouted. "I thought we


    had a clear understanding of what our agreement entailed."


    "We did, but sometimes situations change, and we have to adapt,"


    Claire reasoned. "I know this is difficult for you to accept, but I truly


    believe that what Eric and I were doing was for the best. Eric needs


    to learn and grow, just like you and I did when we were his age. And


    if I can help him along that path, I will."


    Fred paused, feeling a sudden surge of protective anger towards his


    son. He knew Claire was right, but it was still hard to accept the fact


    that his own wife and son were engaging in such intimate acts. He


    took a deep breath, trying to find some level of rationality amidst the


    chaos of his emotions.


    "I know you''re trying to do what you think is best, Claire," he said, his


    voice still trembling with anger. "But I can''t help but feel like you''re


    pushing the boundaries of our agreement. Maybe it''s time we


    reassess our terms and come to a new understanding of what is and


    isn''t acceptable."


    Claire nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation.


    "You''re right, Fred," she said. "We need to have a serious


    conversation about where we stand and what we expect from each


    other. But for now, I think we both need some time to cool off and


    process what just happened."


    Fred agreed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him.


    "You''re right. Let''s give each other some space and come back


    together in a day or so after we''ve had time to think things through.


    I''m gonna head back to the office."


    "I''ll see you after work," Claire said, giving him a weak smile.


    As Fred left the house, he couldn''t shake the feeling of unease that


    his wife''s actions had left him with. His mind raced as he tried to


    make sense of what he had seen. How could he reconcile his love


    and respect for his wife with the knowledge that she had engaged in


    such intimate acts with their son?


    He drove back to his office, but didn''t go in. All he could think about


    was whether his wife and son went right back at it after he left.


    "Dad sure seemed pissed," Eric pointed out after Claire came back to


    his bedroom.


    "He''ll get over it," Claire replied. "He just has to accept that my


    relationship with you has evolved."


    She smiled at her son, who was lying on the bed, exhausted from


    their intense session. He had ejaculated four times that morning and


    she couldn''t be more proud. "I know it might be hard for him to


    understand, but I truly believe that what we did was for the best.


    You''re growing up, Eric, and you need to learn how to navigate


    intimate relationships. It''s my duty as your mother to help you learn."


    Eric nodded, still catching his breath. "I know it was weird, Mom, but it


    felt so good. And you were right, I did feel more confident afterward."


    Claire ran her fingers through his hair, gently ruffling it. "You''re my


    son, and I''ll always be here for you. We''ll talk more about it later, but


    for now, let''s take a shower and get cleaned up."


    "Together?" Eric asked, his eyes lighting up.


    "I certainly don''t think there''s any harm in us showering together,


    even though I know your father wouldn''t like the idea," said Claire.


    "He just needs to stop letting his jealous feelings get in the way of


    what''s best for you."


    The air was thick with palpable sensuality as Claire''s robe slipped off


    her shoulders, revealing her curves and eliciting a primal response


    from Eric. Her every movement was a celebration of her womanhood,


    her body swaying in perfect harmony as she led her son towards the


    bathroom with the confidence and grace of a goddess, her big


    boobies bobbling with every step. In that moment, it was as if they


    were the only two people in the world, caught in a magnetic pull


    towards each other. And as they entered the shower, the warm water


    enveloped them, a physical manifestation of the intimate bond


    between mother and son.


    Eric stood in awe as Claire''s skilled hands worked the bodywash over


    his skin, cleansing every inch with delicate care. The soft scent of


    lavender filled the air, calming his nerves and heightening his senses.


    As she lathered his cock and balls, he felt himself becoming


    helplessly erect all over again, unable to resist the tantalizing touch of


    her fingertips on his sensitive flesh. He closed his eyes and let out a


    blissful sigh as she continued her meticulous ministrations, lost in the


    pleasure of her touch.


    With Eric''s body still covered in sudsy bubbles, Claire pressed herself


    against him and moved her lips to his with a fiery hunger. Her


    breasts, slick and soapy, slid over his skin like oversized melons


    made of the softest satin, her hardened teats scraping againt his


    flesh. The warm water from the shower rained down on them,


    heightening the intensity of their passionate embrace. As they clung


    to each other, the steamy air filled with the heady scent of soap and


    desire.


    Eric felt her hand wrap around his cock, slowing stroking its meat


    between their entwined bodies. "Would you like to ejaculate again,


    sweet boy," she asked him, her eyes glistening with lust. "I know you


    have a high tolerance for pleasure, and I want to push your limits


    even further."


    Eric felt his body tense with anticipation as he looked at his mother,


    knowing she was right. His heart raced and his breath quickened as


    he realized that this would be his fifth ejaculation in just a few short


    hours, something he had never experienced before. But he also knew


    that he had never been with someone as skilled and experienced as


    his mother. He trusted her completely, and there was a primal desire


    within him to push himself further, to see just how far he could go


    under her expert guidance. "I would love to cum again,"he whispered,


    "but I''m not sure if I can handle it."


    "Of course you can," Claire reassured him. "Trust in me, and let me


    show you just how much pleasure you''re capable of experiencing."


    With a mischievous glint in her eye, Claire backed him into the corner


    of the shower. Her body pressed against his, their skin slippery and


    warm from the water cascading down on them. She left a trail of


    kisses and nibbles along his neck, her pink tongue dancing against


    the sensitive nerves and tendons. With skilled movements, she pulled


    on his sudsy pecker, causing him to moan in pleasure. The steamy


    air around them seemed to intensify, as if the very atmosphere was


    alive with lust and desire.


    She expertly worked her magic on him, using her mouth and hands in


    a way that was both tender and intense. Every stroke, every kiss, was


    designed to elicit the maximum amount of pleasure from his young


    body. "Fuck my hand, baby," Claire whispered. "Fuck it like it''s a hot,


    wet pussy-hole."


    Eric''s hips thrust forward, driving his pulsing erection through the tight


    grip of Claire''s hand. The sensation of her large, soft breasts


    squashed against his bare chest only heightened the intense desire


    coursing through him. Claire had a masterful touch, knowing exactly


    how much pressure to apply around his shaft to simulate the feeling


    of a real vagina. She reveled in the power and strength of his


    throbbing member in her grasp, able to feel every vein and muscle


    pulsating beneath the smooth skin. It was a clear indication of his


    arousal and she couldn''t get enough.


    Eric''s eyes fluttered shut and a deep groan escaped his lips as


    Claire''s skilled hand glided down his dick tracing a slippery path all


    the way to his balls. With just the right amount of pressure, she


    encircled his nut-filled sack with her fingers, gripping it firmly yet


    tenderly. Her long fingernails added an extra layer of sensation,


    delicately tracing along the sensitive flesh while simultaneously


    pulling on the cord of his vas deferens. Every nerve in Eric''s body felt


    electrified by her touch, aching for more as she expertly worked her


    magic.


    "Do you like that, baby?" she cooed. "Do you like to have your cock


    AND your balls stroked on?"


    Eric moaned in response, his voice wavering with pleasure. "Oh, yes,


    yes, Mom. More, please, more."


    Claire couldn''t help but smile at his pleas for more, her heart swelling


    with maternal pride and love. She knew exactly what he wanted, and


    she was more than happy to give it to him. With an experienced


    deftness, she continued to work her hand up and down his shaft,


    feeling the smooth skin and pulsating veins beneath her touch. Her


    other hand came up, gently cupping his scrotum, allowing for a little


    more pressure to be applied.


    "Honey, would you like me to show you a way that we can make this


    ejaculation even more intense?" Claire asked.


    "More intense?"


    Claire leaned in close to whisper seductively in his ear. "Imagine,


    Eric, imagine if we were able to push your orgasm to its absolute


    peak, to a level that you never thought was possible before."


    Eric''s heart raced, and his breath quickened at the thought of such


    intense pleasure. "How could we possibly make it more intense,


    Mom?"


    "It''s called prostate stimulation. When you achieve an erection, your


    prostate gland becomes engorged with blood, making it sensitive to


    touch. By stimulating it, we can create a sensation that feels like a


    ''super-orgasm''."


    Eric couldn''t believe what he was hearing. He had always thought


    that his orgasms were amazing, but the thought of experiencing


    something even more intense sent a thrill down his spine. He looked


    up at his mother with questioning eyes, and curiosity dripped from


    every pore.


    "But how do we do it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.


    "Well, it''s simple really," Claire smiled as she began to explain. "We''ll


    need to pull your legs back, and then I''ll carefully insert a finger or


    two into your rectum. Once inside, I''ll be able to feel your prostate


    gland, which will be located just beneath your belly button. With a


    little swiping of my finger, I''ll stimulate it in a circular motion and you


    should be able to feel the intense pleasure building up inside you."


    "Wow, I''ve never even heard of that before," Eric said, his mind


    running with curiosity and lust. "It sounds intense, Mom."


    "It is," she assured him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Are you


    ready to give it a try?"


    "Here in the shower?"


    "Yes, but I''ll need to continue stroking your cock while stimulating


    your prostate at the same time, to provide you with the dual


    stimulation you need to reach the peak of ecstasy. In order to best do


    that, I think we need to be in the 69 position. Are you familiar with


    that, honey?"


    Eric nodded, his mind racing with a mixture of lust and anticipation.


    "Yeah, I know what the 69 position is."


    "Okay, you lie down on the shower floor first and then I''ll climb on top


    of you."


    Eric obeyed, his heart pounding as he imagined the new level of


    pleasure his mother was promising him. He lay down on the wet,


    soapy floor of the shower, his erect penis pointing upwards. Claire


    knelt down beside him and then climbed on top of him, her large,


    soapy breasts brushing against his chest as she positioned herself


    over his face in the 69 position.


    "Oh, wow!" Eric gasped, staring up at her shaved pussy, slick with


    water and arousal, hovering inches above his face.


    He felt his mom take a firm grip at the base of his cock with one hand,


    while she reached down with the other and slowly inserted two


    fingers into his ass. "This might feel a little bit weird at first, honey,"


    she whispered, "but just focus on the pleasure. I promise it will be


    worth it."


    With that, Claire began to stroke Eric''s penis while her fingers probed


    his rectum, searching for the elusive prostate gland.


    Eric''s eyes rolled back in his head as the sensation of his mother''s


    fingers penetrating him filled his body with pleasure.


    "There it is," Claire muttered, her finger brushing against the sensitive


    gland. "Now, just focus on the feeling. Let the pleasure consume


    you."


    Eric''s breath hitched as Claire applied pressure to his prostate, the


    sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He could


    feel the intensity building, his vision growing blurry as his body


    surrendered to the pleasure.


    Claire''s finger continued to massage the gland, and Eric''s hips


    bucked with each stroke of his mother''s hand. He could feel the base


    of his erection throbbing, the tightness of his balls pulling tightly


    against his body.


    "That''s it, son," Claire whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Let it all


    go. Let the pleasure take you."


    Eric''s entire body trembled as he surrendered to the intense euphoria


    building within him. His moans filled the steamy shower as Claire''s


    fingers continued to work their magic, the pleasure growing more


    intense with each passing moment.


    "Would you like to suck on my clit while we do this, honey?" Claire


    asked. "I think that would intensify your ejaculation even more."


    Eric''s eyes widened at the thought of pleasing his mother in this way,


    his heart pounding in anticipation. "Anything for you, Mom," he


    whispered, his voice filled with desire.


    Claire grinned at the sound of his consent, then lowered her soaking


    wet pussy onto his face.


    As Eric''s tongue darted between her swollen lips, he could taste the


    sweet juices oozing up through her slit. In response to his eager


    mouth, Claire''s hips bucked and her pussy clenched around his face,


    grinding against his tongue as she groaned in pleasure. She


    continued to massage his prostate and jerk him off, the combination


    of sensations building to a crescendo.


    "Oh, Eric, that feels incredible," she whispered, her voice shaking


    with desire. "Pry your tongue under my hood now. Find my clit."


    Eric slid his tongue under Claire''s fleshy prepuce, seeking out the fat,


    sensitive nub hidden beneath. He flicked it gently with the tip of his


    tongue, sucking on it lightly and nibbling on it with his teeth.


    Claire''s hips jerked in response, her pussy clenching harder around


    his face as an orgasm began to build. "Yes, yes, baby," she moaned,


    her voice low and breathy with desire. "That''s it, that''s perfect."


    Eric took a moment to appreciate how lucky he was. He was lying


    there under the hot spray with his mother''s pussy-flesh on his face,


    sucking her clit while she pleasured him in the most intense way. His


    erection felt like it was about to explode and he could feel the pull of


    his scrotum becoming tighter. The combination of having his mother''s


    fingers inside him and stroking his boner while he pleasured her was


    something he had never experienced before and was unlike anything


    he had ever felt.


    He began to buck his hips in time with his mother''s strokes, his


    erection throbbing with each motion. He moaned into her pussy, the


    sound vibrating through her body and making her hips buck even


    more.


    "Oh, baby, I can feel it," Claire panted, her voice thick with arousal.


    "You''re going to cum so hard for me, Eric. Just let go and allow the


    pleasure to take you."


    Eric nodded, his mind a blur as the intensity of the sensations began


    to peak. His hips bucked wildly, his erection throbbing in time with the


    pulsing of his heart. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls


    pulling tighter against his body.


    Claire''s tongue darted across her lips in a slow, deliberate motion as


    she watched Eric''s throbbing erection glide through her tightly


    clenched fist. The sight of his glistening mushroom head, pulsing with


    desire and stretching upwards, nearly took her breath away. She


    could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the scent of their


    arousal filled the air. It was a primal and intoxicating display of lust,


    and she knew her own impeding orgasm would be extremely intense.


    "Oh God, yes, suck my clit harder, Eric!" Claire cried out, her voice


    echoing through the steamy shower stall. She could feel her orgasm


    building with every passing second, the tightness in her pussy


    growing more intense.


    Eric focused on her clit, sucking harder and nibbling on its tender pink


    meat with his teeth as she continued to pleasure him. He could feel


    the pulsing of her fingers inside his ass, the stimulation of his prostate


    building to a fever pitch. His hips bucked wildly, his erection throbbing


    with each motion.


    Claire groaned, her hips bucking in time with Eric''s. "Oh God, I''m so


    close," she panted. "Suck my clit harder, baby. Make me cum."


    Eric didn''t need to be told twice. He redoubled his efforts, sucking


    and nibbling on her pink pearl with renewed vigor. He could feel her


    body tremble and shake in response, her pussy clenching tightly


    around his tongue. He could feel her fragrant juices running down his


    face, hot and slick as she continued to ride his mouth.


    But Eric''s focus was quickly diverted as something new was


    happening. His scrotum had tightened to the point where his balls felt


    like they would explode, and he could feel a swelling in his groin


    unlike anything he had ever felt. It was like a tidal wave of pleasure


    was building up, and he knew he was about to cum.


    "Oh, Mom, I''m gonna fucking cum!" he moaned, his voice choked


    with desire. "I''m going to cum so hard!"


    Claire''s hips bucked wildly in response, her pussy clenching around


    his face as she cried out in pleasure. "Do it, baby! Cum with me!"


    With a jolt, Eric''s body shuddered violently as his orgasm finally hit


    him like a freight train. He could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing


    as the warm, creamy liquid of his ejaculation spewed forth from its tip


    in powerful bursts that rose four-feet into the air then splattered down


    on their writhing bodies. Each pulse of his erection sent shockwaves


    of pleasure from his groin to the very core of his being, and he let out


    a long, drawn-out moan of pure bliss.


    Meanwhile, Claire''s own orgasm was reaching its peak, and she


    could feel her pussy clenching harder than ever around Eric''s face as


    she fucked it shamelessly. Her breathing grew ragged, and she cried


    out in pleasure, her voice echoing through the steamy shower stall.


    "I''m cumming, baby!" she moaned, her hips bucking wildly as the


    powerful waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel the


    intense contractions deep within her core, her tits trembling with each


    one as she milked every drop of pleasure from the orgasm.


    Eric didn''t stop sucking her clit, his tongue never wavering despite the


    unbelievable feelings coursing through him. He wanted to savor every


    last tremor of her orgasm, every spasm of her muscles clenching


    around his face.


    As Claire''s pleasure reached its crescendo, she felt her desire and


    arousal intensify even more. A torrent of her sweet, feminine juices


    burst forth from her core, spilling into Eric''s waiting mouth and


    trickling down his flushed cheeks. The heat radiating from between


    her thighs was almost unbearable, and she could feel herself losing


    control as waves of ecstasy washed over her body.


    Finally, the intensity began to subside, and both Eric and Claire went


    limp in the embrace of the steamy shower. They lay there, their


    bodies still connected, panting heavily as they basked in the afterglow


    of their shared orgasm.


    "Oh, Mom," Eric whispered, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "That was


    the most incredible thing I''ve ever experienced."


    Claire pulled her fingers from his ass and climbed off him. Starting at


    his balls, she kissed her way up his body, planting soft, tender pecks


    up his boner, onto his chest and then finally on his lips.


    Eric let out a deep groan as she settled on top of him, her body


    pressing against his with the weight of her enormous, wet breasts.


    Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing and dueling


    frantically inside his mouth. He could feel her breath mingling with his,


    their bodies flush against each other. It was a moment of pure lust


    and desire, and he didn''t want it to end. After nearly ten minutes of


    kissing like lovers, they finally broke apart, but Eric couldn''t help but


    sigh in contentment. "Damn, I could stay here all day," he whispered,


    gazing into her eyes filled with the same intensity he felt in that


    moment.


    Claire smiled warmly at him, her lips still swollen from their


    passionate embrace. "You and me both, baby," she replied softly,


    running her fingers through his damp hair. "But I should probably get


    out and feed the baby. She''ll be waking up soon."


    "Yeah, I understand. It can''t all be about me," Eric joked, trying to


    disguise his disappointment.


    "Well, it can ALMOST be all about you,"Claire teased, laughing lightly


    as she fed him another kiss. "In fact I''ve been entertaing the idea of


    doing something that could bring us even closer together. It''s the next


    logical step in our relationship, honey, and one that I think you''ll like a


    lot."


    "What is it?"Eric asked, his curiosity piqued.


    "Well," Claire began, a twinkle in her eyes, "I think I should put your


    father and I''s relationship on the back burner so to say, just until you


    go off to college. I wanna focus all of my sexual attention on you and


    make sure you''re well-prepared for life outside of our little nest."


    "Haven''t we kind of been doing that already though?" Eric asked, his


    eyes widening in surprise.


    "Oh, sweetheart, this would be a whole new level of intimacy." Claire


    explained. "I''d be moving into your bedroom with you and we''d be


    acting more like a husband and wife than mother and son."


    Eric gulped, feeling a mixture of excitement and unease. "Are you


    serious?" he asked, not quite believing what he was hearing.


    Claire smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "As serious as a heart


    attack, baby," she replied. "And I think it''ll be the perfect way for us to


    cement our bond and prepare you for your future."


    "Yeah, I suppose it would,"Eric responded, still in shock at the


    proposition.


    "As your mother, I feel obligated to prepare you for the responsibility


    that comes with marriage. Your age is approaching when a wife will


    be expecting you to make love to her every night, perhaps even for


    hours on end. It may seem intimidating now, but it is a beautiful and


    important aspect of married life. I want to ensure that you are ready


    for this commitment and all that it entails." Her words were tinged with


    a mixture of concern and wisdom, her eyes conveying the weight of


    her words as she spoke.


    "And moving into my room with me will help with this?" Eric asked.


    Claire nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Absolutely, my


    love. It''ll be a whole new and exciting Chapter in our lives, and it will


    strengthen our bond as mother and son. We''ll be able to explore your


    desires and fantasies together, and I''ll be there to guide you through


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    Eric swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. This was a lot to


    take in, but he knew deep down that he trusted his mom completely.


    "What about dad though? What''s he gonna think of you and I sharing


    a bedroom?"


    "Well, your father will have to deal with it in his own way, but I''ll make


    sure he understands that this is for your benefit," Claire reassured


    him. "He''ll see that I''m merely preparing you for a life of unbridled


    passion and pleasure."


    "Won''t he be mad if you stop having sex with him though?"


    "He might be at first, but he''ll need to understand that we''re ALL


    making sacrifices for your future," Claire answered. "Don''t worry, in


    the end I think he''ll support me in doing what''s necessary for your


    growth and development."


    The next day, Claire nervously paced the living room, awaiting her sitdown


    with Fred. She knew it would be a difficult conversation, one


    filled with resistance and emotions running high. But she was


    determined to stick to the new plan - for her and Eric to share a


    bedroom. The anticipation built in her chest as she rehearsed her


    arguments, determined to make Fred see reason.


    "Are you serious, Claire?" Fred asked minutes later, his voice rough


    with disapproval. He sat heavily in the armchair, his arms crossed


    over his chest. "First you give your panties to him to sniff and taste,


    then you''re letting him drink from your breasts and practically having


    sex with him. Now you wanna to stop having sex with me and move


    into Eric''s room?"


    "I love you, Fred, but I can''t ignore the fact that Eric is growing up and


    needs to be prepared for his future," Claire reaffirmed. "By the time


    he goes to college, we''ll have spent years helping him become a


    responsible, confident adult. But if we don''t address his sexual


    education and development now, he''ll be ill-equipped for the


    challenges he''ll face."


    Fred grunted, skepticism clear in his expression. "And moving into his


    bedroom is going to teach him that?"


    Claire sighed and sat down next to her husband, taking his hand in


    hers. "Fred, I understand that this is a lot to take in, but hear me out.


    By sharing a room with Eric and being intimate with him every night, I


    can guide him through any difficulties or challenges he may face


    sexually. It''s not just about the physical act, but about the connection


    and understanding that comes with it. I''m not suggesting that we stop


    being a loving couple, you and I, but I am suggesting that we put our


    son first for a little while."


    "By allowing you to have sex with him?"


    "Yes," Claire answered bluntly. "It''s the only way for him to truly learn


    and be prepared for a real wife."


    "It''s sex with your son though. It''s obscene, AND against the law!"


    "So is the little adjustment that you did to your taxes last year, Fred. I


    never told anyone about that, and in that same way, I expect you to


    keep the arrangement we have going under this roof a secret," Claire


    warned.


    "What about MY sexual needs?" Fred asked. "What am I suppose to


    do?"


    "You''ll just have to go back to masturbating for a little while,"Claire


    laughed nervously, trying to lighten the mood. "But I promise it won''t


    be forever. Once Eric goes off to college, we can go back to having a


    normal sex life."


    "We can''t even have sex once a week?" Fred asked, desperate for


    something. "Just once?!"


    "No, Fred. All of my sexual attention needs to be focused on Eric," his


    wife answered. "Think of it like this: if Eric were a car, and he needed


    to be prepared for the road ahead, you wouldn''t just take him out for


    a spin, would you?" Claire prodded. "You''d first make sure his tires


    were properly inflated, his oil was changed, and his engine was


    running smoothly before you let him hit the road, right? Well, the


    same applies to his sexual well being. I need to make sure he''s ready


    for anything life might throw at him and in order to do that, I need to


    spend as much alone time with him as possible."


    Fred sighed, his forehead creasing with frustration. "But Claire, you''re


    MY wife. Things aren''t suppose to be this way."


    "Yes, sweetheart, they''re not," Claire agreed, her voice soft and


    understanding. "But sometimes we have to do things for the greater


    good. And the greater good right now is making sure Eric is prepared


    for life outside of our home." She squeezed Fred''s hand, her


    expression pleading. "I know it''s not ideal, but I believe with all my


    heart that this is what''s best for our son and our family. Can you trust


    me on this, Fred?"


    Fred looked at Claire, her eyes full of love and concern, and despite


    his reservations, he nodded reluctantly. "Okay, Claire. I trust you. But


    you better make sure this works out."


    "I promise, Fred," Claire whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his


    cheek. "Now, let''s get started on switching bedrooms."


    As Claire, Eric and husband began the process of moving Claire''s


    belongings into Eric''s room, the air was thick with tension and


    uncertainty. Eric felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as he


    watched his mother gather her things, preparing to share his


    bedroom with her.


    Fred, on the other hand, could barely conceal his discomfort, glancing


    at Claire with a mix of sadness and resentment. But he said nothing,


    knowing that his wife had made her decision and he had to respect it.


    "Are you sure you two don''t need the bigger bed in here? Eric''s is


    only a full-sized mattress," Fred pointed out.


    "Yes, Fred, we''re sure," Claire reassured him, her tone firm. "Do you


    remember when you and I got married and how we were fine with a


    full-sized bed?"


    "Yeah."


    "Why was that?"


    "Because we wanted to hold each other and have sex all the time, I


    guess," Fred replied.


    Claire nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "Precisely, Fred.


    Whenever Eric and I are in bed, we''ll probably be...''entwined'' in some


    way. I''m not moving in here just so I can lay next to him. I have a job


    to do and I won''t be successful if I don''t stay focused on it


    constantly."


    Eric shared an awkward but excited smile with his dad.


    "Yeah, yeah...I get it," Fred replied, grumbling under his breath as he


    helped move the last of his wife''s belongings.


    "Do I get to leave my posters up, mom?" Eric asked.


    "How about we make a deal," Claine grinned. "You can keep the


    sports posters up as long as I can put up a mirror across from the


    bed."


    Fred scowled at the suggestion. "A mirror? Seriously, Claire?!"


    "Yes, Fred. It''s important that I''m able to monitor his sexual


    performance from that angle, especially when I''m trying to teach him


    new techniques and positions," Claire explained.


    "I didn''t need to hear that," Fred groaned, rubbing his temples in


    frustration. The thought of them both looking back and watching


    Eric''s teenage penis slam into his wife''s pussy was disturbing to him.


    "Well, then you shouldn''t have vocalized your objection to the mirror,"


    Claire retorted, her voice icy. "And that reminds me, once your


    finished helping us move, you won''t be allowed in Eric and I''s


    bedroom at all."


    "What?! Why not?" Fred asked, his voice raising in protest.


    "Because it''s OUR private space, Fred," Claire replied. "It''s important


    that Eric and I have a place where we can be intimate without any


    distractions. Imagine if Eric were learning piano and you interrupted


    him during practice every time he played," she continued, attempting


    to pacify her husband. "He wouldn''t be able to focus, right? The same


    applies here. We need privacy, so please respect that."


    "Fine" Fred sighed, resigned to accept the new arrangement, even


    though it seemed ludicrous to him.


    With a gentle squeeze of his hand, Claire suggested to Eric, "Why


    don''t we go shopping, honey? I think it''s time for us to pick out some


    cozy new bedding and perhaps even new curtains for our bedroom."


    Excitement bubbled in her voice as she continued, "Let''s find


    something that truly reflects the special sexual bond that we share –


    something uniquely us."


    "I''ll be downstairs watching the game," Fred grumbled, making no


    effort to hide his frustration.


    As they strolled through the bustling mall, Claire clung to Eric''s arm,


    making him feel like a proud and protective husband. The image of


    her ample bosom jiggling enticingly beneath her form-fitting blouse


    and the sound of her delicate 4-inch heels clicking against the tiled


    floor sent his desires into overdrive. Every step she took was graceful


    and alluring, causing heads to turn and eyes to linger on her


    seductive figure. Eric couldn''t help but feel dizzy with desire as he


    walked alongside his stunning mother.


    "Let''s go in there," said Claire, pulling him towards a lingerie store.


    Inside the store, Eric felt his face heat up as he realized what he was


    about to see. The walls were lined with racks of colorful lace and


    satin, and the air was filled with the scents of perfume and arousal.


    His mom hugged him from behind, flattening her tit-melons against


    his back as she brought her lips to ear. "We''ll always be naked in


    bed, of course, but it''s nice to have a few special pieces to make


    things interesting," she whispered seductively.


    "What though?" Eric asked. "There''s so much to choose from."


    "What about these baby doll nighties over here," Claire suggested,


    guiding him to a rack of intimate apparel. "Imagine me wearing one of


    these with nothing underneath."


    Eric''s eyes widened at the sight of the sexy lingerie. "That would look


    so hot, mom," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.


    Claire brought her lips close to his, staring intently. "You could reach


    beneath it, grab on to my buttocks and lift me against the wall for a


    nice hard fuck."


    "That sounds nice," Eric gasped.


    Claire smiled and continued, "And what about these stockings over


    here. Would you like to feel soft, nyloned legs wrapped up around


    you sometimes while we fuck, honey?"


    Eric felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of his mother wearing


    something like that for him, and he nodded emphatically. "Yes, mom,


    that would be amazing."


    "Or maybe some lace panties for you, baby," Claire crooned, leading


    him to a different section of the store. "Imagine burying your face


    against these while I have them on, feeling my wet slit against your


    nose."


    Eric''s cock twitched at the thought, and he felt himself getting hard.


    "Oh, mom, that sounds so hot," he murmured, his voice barely


    audible above the sounds of the shoppers around them.


    Claire gave him a sly smile and held up a pair of black lace panties.


    "These are ours," she whispered, her eyes locked on his.


    In that moment, Eric realized that he was in a grown-up world now, a


    world where his desires were not just fantasies, but a reality. He felt a


    rush of adrenaline and awe as he looked at the lace panties in his


    mother''s hand, knowing that soon, he would be stripping them off his


    crotch and burying his cock deep in her pussy.


    Fred''s jaw dropped in surprise as he entered Eric and Claire''s


    bedroom, his eyes widening at the sight before him. The bed was


    covered with a colorful array of lingerie, ranging from delicate lace


    camisoles to daring crotchless panties and sheer mesh body


    stockings. There were even garter belts and sexy teddies scattered


    amongst the piles of lace and satin. "What the hell is all this?" Fred


    exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and amusement as he looked


    over at Claire and Eric. They both wore mischievous grins, clearly


    pleased with their purchases.


    "Eric and I made some purchases today," his wife simply answered


    with a mischievous smile spread across her face.


    "I can see that," said Fred, his eyes roved over the scattered items on


    the bed. He saw various sex toys, ranging from sleek cock rings to


    vibrating plugs and a colorful array of flavored lubrications. Each item


    promised pleasure and excitement, their purpose clear yet intriguing.


    "I paid for all this stuff I assume?" Fred asked, his stomach in a knot.


    "Yes, you did and we thank you, Fred," his wife replied. "This is a


    great way for you to contribute to Eric''s sexual learning."


    "All these things were really necessary for that?"


    "Absolutely, honey," his wife replied with a coy smile. "Eric needs to


    learn that there are endless ways to experience sexual excitement


    and pleasure. This lace lingerie, with its delicate straps and intricate


    designs, and these toys of soft silicone and buzzing motors will open


    up a whole new world to him. A world of forbidden desires and


    unexplored pleasures that he has only begun to discover with the use


    of his Semen Collector."


    "We never use any of these types of things together," her husband


    pointed out.


    As his wife gently spoke, her words laced with a hint of concern and


    amusement, he couldn''t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment.


    "Not to be mean," she said, placing a hand on his arm, "but these


    types of things aren''t really made for a guy your age, honey." She


    gestured towards the toys and lingerie laid out on the bed in front of


    them. "These are made for men and women in their sexual prime, like


    Eric and I are. People whose bodies are conditioned for serious


    sexual activity," she continued. As he looked at the delicate fabrics


    and intricate designs, he couldn''t deny that they seemed more suited


    for younger, more adventurous couples.


    Fred lifted a box from the bed and read its cover. "Duel anal


    vibrators?"


    His wife took the box from him. "Fred, you need to go out of here and


    not concern yourself with what Eric and I are doing. You have your


    own life and your own hobbies. This is our private space, and it''s


    where I plan on helping our son explore his desires and needs. Just


    because you can''t understand or relate to it, that doesn''t make it


    wrong or invalid."


    Fred sighed, feeling defeated. He backed away from the bed, looking


    at the toys and lingerie one last time before leaving the room. As the


    door closed behind him, he could hear Claire and Eric giggling, their


    voices muffled by the door.


    "Why are you and Eric sharing a bedroom?" Claire''s daughter asked


    at the dinner table.


    Claire shifted in her seat, her gaze darting over to her husband with a


    hint of discomfort. It was clear that she had not anticipated her


    daughter''s curiosity about their recent move and subsequent change


    in living arrangements.


    "Well, sweetheart, you know how your father snores a lot, and


    sometimes it keeps me awake," Claire began, her voice soft and


    gentle. "Your brother offered to share his room with me, so that I


    could get a good night''s sleep. Isn''t that thoughtful of him?"


    "Yes, but isn''t that kind of weird though?"


    Claire tried to think of an analogy that would explain the change in a


    way she could understand. "Eric and I sharing a room is kind of like


    how friends share a room when they go on a vacation. We''re just


    sharing a space to make things easier for all of us."


    "Couldn''t you just set up a bed in the nursery?" Claire''s daughter


    asked, jealous that his brother was getting his mom all to himself.


    "That''s the baby''s space, and it''s important that she not be disturbed


    by any noise or light. We want her to have a calm and peaceful room


    to sleep in," Claire answered, anxious to change the subject. "Who


    wants dessert? I bought an apple pie today."


    Both Claire and Eric were filled with a potent mix of nerves and


    excitement, their bodies tingling with anticipation as they prepared for


    their first night together. It was as if they were two newlyweds on their


    wedding night, eagerly awaiting the start of their journey into physical


    intimacy. They had already explored each other''s bodies before, but


    tonight felt like a new beginning, a chance to deepen their connection


    and explore new depths of pleasure.


    Fred was sprawled out on his bed, the glow of his laptop screen


    casting a soft light on his face. In the doorway appeared his wife,


    radiating elegance and sensuality in a stunning satin robe that


    hugged her curves in all the right places. Her delicate feet were


    adorned with high heels, their arches visible through the straps as her


    pointed toes peeked out from beneath. Fred couldn''t help but feel a


    pang of envy towards Eric, knowing that he would soon be basking in


    the presence of such breathtaking beauty.


    "Eric and I are going to bed now," Claire stated, twisting the knife in


    her husband''s gut.


    "Yeah, and then we all know what happens then," Fred said


    sarcastically.


    His wife couldn''t help but smirk. "Try not to think about that, ok? Yes,


    Eric and I are gonna be having a ton of sex, but if you just sit in here


    and dwell on it you''re only hurting yourself."


    "What if he gets you pregnant, Claire. Have you thought about that?"


    "Yes, actually I have. If I did have a baby with Eric, he or she would


    still have our family DNA. It would be just like if YOU had


    impregnated me and we would treat it as such."


    "Alright, well, I still have another hour of work to catch up on.


    Goodnight," Fred replied with a heavy heart, knowing that his wife


    would be spending time with another man, more specifically their son.


    As Claire approached her and Eric''s bedroom, she felt a rush of


    adrenaline, the anticipation of what was to come electrifying her with


    each step. Her heart raced as she thought about the intimacy they


    were about to share, the bond that would be formed between them as


    they explored the world of physical pleasure together.


    Eric''s eyes widened as he saw Claire enter the room, the lace panties


    she had given him earlier were held to his nose and he savored their


    pungent scent. She closed the door and locked it behind her,


    secluding them in their love-cave. "Hi, baby. Are you ready for a wild


    night?" she asked slipping the robe off her shoulders, exposing her


    voluptuous naked body.


    Eric''s eyes widened at the sight of her super-sized tits and shaved


    pussy. He was already naked and fully rigid beneath the blanket, his


    cock aching for attention. His boner flexed on his loins as Claire


    crossed their bedroom, her tits trembling, heels clicking delicately on


    the floor. "I''m more than ready," he stated, his heart racing.


    "Good, because I have an itch at the back of my pussy that only your


    cock can scratch," she whispered, glancing down at the bulge in the


    blanket.


    As Claire''s fingertips grazed over the blanket, her body shuddered


    with desire. With a swift motion, she pulled it back to reveal Eric''s


    teenage fuck muscle. It stood before her like a carved pillar of stone,


    thick and powerful. Veins pulsed along the surface, engorged with


    blood and working in perfect harmony to create a vessel made for


    pleasure. The sight alone sent electricity coursing through her veins,


    igniting a fire deep within her core.


    Claire''s body settled gently onto Eric''s, their lips meeting in a fiery


    kiss that ignited their passion. The anticipation of the night ahead


    filled them both with wild excitement. She held onto him tightly, rolling


    onto her back as she guided his body on top of hers. Her knees bent


    and spread open, creating a perfect cradle for their passionate union


    to take place.


    As Claire felt Eric''s body weigh down on her, she let out a soft moan


    of pure joy. Her hands caressed his strong shoulders and upper


    arms, feeling the muscles tense and relax with each movement. She


    reached down and grabbed his hard cock, guiding it towards her


    entrance.


    Eric''s eyes locked onto hers, his face a picture of pure anticipation.


    He slowly entered her, feeling the tight warmth of her pussy


    enveloping his shaft. Claire let out a soft gasp as the head split the


    walls of her vagina apart, stretching her in a pleasurable sensation.


    Every nerve in Eric''s body screamed with pleasure as he felt his


    erection slide smoothly into the heated, wet walls of Claire''s vagina.


    Every inch was engulfed and enveloped, filling him with a sense of


    complete satisfaction. He could feel the tip of his penis pressing


    against the tight ring of her cervical entrance, sending sparks of


    excitement through his entire being.


    "Fuck me, baby," Claire whispered, her voice thick with desire.


    Eric complied, thrusting into her with a fervor that made her moan


    with pleasure. The bedsprings creaked and groaned under the weight


    of their passion, the only sound in the room aside from their heavy


    breathing and the echo of their bodies slapping together.


    Their lovemaking was intense and passionate, their bodies moving in


    perfect harmony to the rhythm of their hearts. Claire''s big breasts


    jiggled with each thrust, her nipples rubbing against Eric''s chest,


    creating a delightful friction. She wrapped her legs around his waist,


    pulling him deeper into her with each movement, holding him in a grip


    that only a loving mother could.