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.