Kathleen Adams rang the doorbell and waited anxiously, tapping her foot. Where was Stacey?
Despite her best efforts, her mind kept replaying the argument with her son that had prompted this unannounced visit. Having taken the morning off from work to prepare a nourishing repast for his first day of summer home-school prep, she had knocked on his door and entered. Unfortunately, with a look of guilt tantamount to being caught watching porn, Greg sat before the Game That Should Not Be Mentioned playing on the screen.
"I don't fucking believe it..." she had growled the moment her eyes had taken in the scene.
Her blood was already boiling. The additional sight of the closed workbooks of the thousand-dollar prep course that she'd splurged for only made things worse. After a disappointing academic year, he'd promised her that he'd apply himself to preparing for the next semester, and he was already wasting his time. His excuses did nothing to help, either.
"You don't get it, mom - the school year was so stressful. I need this to decompress."
"Well, Gregory, if it weren't for this game, maybe the year wouldn't have been so stressful? Hmmm?!"
"But, it's not fair! Jason Cleaver's mom doesn't make him study like this!"
Unfortunately for the poor boy, Kathleen was insanely jealous of Helen Cleaver. "Jason is a varsity athlete who'll probably get an athletic scholarship to the college of his choice! Besides, he spends his summers going outside with pretty girls, not sitting alone on his fat ass wasting his time in make-believe land!"
"That! Tha... that's not even the point! Besides, you're one to talk about being fat!"
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Her face blushed even as she remembered it. It still made her wince, hours later. She had to pinch her love handles through her overly snug summer dress - the physical pain actually helped hide the knots inside.
The idiot teenager had crossed a line. Even he knew it. The look on his face told the whole story and he actually had begun to apologize. "I-I'm sorry I didn'-"
"Was I the one who couldn't meet the basic requirements to get on the soccer team?"
"No... but..."
Her anger caused her to interrupt him, ceding any moral ground. "And, asshole... at least I'm getting laid. Let me guess, still busy in Candace's friend zone?"
She regretted it as soon as she said it. For one, it began with a lie - she couldn't remember the last time Simon touched her. Beyond that, she knew that the honors student and athlete had been the subject of her son's deepest desire for over a year.
"W-wow..." the boy choked.
The pain on the face she'd grown to know intimately and love over many years was obvious to Kathleen. The pang in her heart urged her to apologize, but she hesitated for too long. He had already returned to the game, headphones shutting out the world. She reached out for his shoulder, but resisted, not wanting to make a bad situation worse.
She went in to work for the afternoon, not wanting to be in the house. She accomplished basically nothing as her mind kept replaying the horrible events.
Even worse, as she was getting into her car in the parking lot, she got a chiding text from her husband later that irritated her deeply. Daddy's boy had clearly whined to his father afterwards.
"YOU'RE BEING TOO HARD ON GREG. LET HIM ENJOY HIS SUMMER"
She called back immediately to give him a piece of her mind, but the coward didn't pick up. She channeled her fury into her subsequent text.
"AT LEAST I'M TRYING! OUR SON IS GOING TO BE A FAILURE!"
No response.
She had waited for Simon's arrival after work to hashing things out as a family. However, when she heard the car come into the driveway, Greg slinked by her.
"Where are you going?" she asked as the boy reached for the door, his paunch visible through his shirt.
"Dad's taking me to get ice cream."
"Wha-?" Before she could finish her sentence, the door slammed shut in her face. "God damn you Simon..." she muttered. The motherfucker always had to be the favorite parent. Fuming and feeling lost, she got in her own car and sped towards Stacey's.
Now, standing at her door, Kathleen realized that nearly 5 minutes had passed with no answer. She looked to the driveway once more to confirm the sight of Stacey's red Cayenne parked on the driveway before returning to the doorbell. She took in a deep breath and pressed the ornate doorbell thrice in rapid succession.
Another minute went by. Just as she turned around with a defeated sigh, she heard the pounding of footsteps stomping up stairs. She turned around to investigate when the door opened quickly to reveal a sweaty woman with disheveled hair in a white cashmere robe tied together with a slipshod knot.
"Um hello, can I help yo- oh! Kathleen! Oh god!" Stacey audibly let out a sigh of relief with her hand on her flushed chest before breaking into a big smile. She then rushed forward and pulled her into an embrace.
"S-sorry for the surprise, Stace." Kathleen sighed, melting into her friend's arms. When she inhaled, she realized that Stacey was rank with the smell of sex. Kathleen's eyes grew wide when she remembered that Simon's SUV was nowhere to be seen in the driveway.
Stacey noticed her expression when she pulled back from the hug and blushed. "Umm... soo... uhh... that obvious huh?"
Kathleen shook her head, averting eye contact. "No, Stace - I'm really sorry. It's none of my business. I didn't know. I'm just gonna head back."
Stacey put her hand on her clearly disturbed friend's shoulder. "You're not going anywhere. Come inside."
Once inside, Kathleen smiled awkwardly as she looked up the empty stairs, wondering who had induced her friend to break her marital vows, "You sure your guest won't mind?"
Stacey laughed, "Nope. He's a... good boy. Now take a seat."
It was a testament to their long friendship that within 5 minutes, Kathleen had forgotten all about the revelation of her friend's infidelity and was now busy pouring out her soul.
"So, yeah, I don't know. I feel like I'm losing him. He's failing to live up to his potential, and when I try to help, his father coddles him and makes me the bad guy. I'm tired of Simon and him ganging up on me just for being the responsible parent. I..." Kathleen sighed deeply as she blinked away tears. "I donno, Stace. Ugh. Thanks for listening as always."
"Of course, hon. I'm so sorry."
"What bugs me the most is that it didn't always used to be like this. Ugh..." she began to cry again, but held herself in check. "I remember when my little math star wouldn't stop following me. He used to worship me!"
"Yeah he used to have such a crush on you."
"Just like Bryan had one for you - ugh, how did he turn out so well? Damn I'm sorry Stace, but I'm so jealous. I saw his commercial on TV the other day! Oh, he looked so handsome!"
Stacy smiled serenely. "Quite. Don't be jealous though - he was a knucklehead like Greg for a long time. It used to drive me crazy. You don't remember him being a nightmare?"
"Ummm... oh yeah? It's hard to remember..." Kathleen lied. She had many memories of the perpetually dour schoolboy that would glare at her whenever she visited to hear his mother cry about his misdeeds. She also knew how defensive Stacey was about her son, and had avoided fully speaking her mind. But through some act of God, the high school failure had transformed into a beautiful young man with an successful small business. "But... yeah... he did seem to change a lot a year ago."
Stacey giggled. "Oh you have no idea."
"Yeah? God what I would do to replicate your success. I've tried everything! I'm open to anything, Universe!"
"Anything, huh?"
"Yes!"
"What if I told you that it wasn't the Universe? What if I told you it was me?"
"I'd ask you what you did!"
Stacey looked away for a pregnant pause. She took a deep breath and blew out her breath, before leaning in and lowering her voice. "You wanna know about the Method?"
"The Method?"
"It's... kind of a town secret. You might even call it a a tradition. I remember my mother and oma giggling about it growing up, and remember the look of death they gave me when they caught me listening."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, they clued me in eventually when they saw me having trouble with Bryan. Guess it helped my brothers and uncles. I've thought about sharing it with you for years, actually."
"But?"
"But, it really is a secret by and for moms. Think of it like a sorority. You'll have to notify me if you let anyone in on the secret, just like I'll let my mom know that I've inducted you. Anyone you invite in you're responsible for - and you can't tell more than one mom a year. You'll destroy the entire sisterhood if you fuck it up."
"Stace! Don't you trust me? I love you girl."
"Yeah, but you gotta swear."
"Okay, I swear that I won't tell another soul."
"Good. Now the other promise I need from you is just for the immediate future - you gotta keep your cool."
"Huh?"
"Just don't freak out and run away. This'll seem pretty radical, you might not like what you see or hear. Promise?"
"Yes! I promise! Jesus I'm not a child! Now will you tell me what it is?!"
"Umm... well. How do I explain this. Well... it's about... discipline..."
"Corporal punishment? How? The kid is much bigger than me, even if he is all fluff."
"Haha no no... not that. But you're right that physicality is a critical part of The Method. Teenage boys are hormones and instincts. Tapping into something so... primitive can be shockingly effective for relieving behavioral problems."
"So like religion?"
"No, we don't worship God. It's about worshipping... the enthusiasm for perfection..."
"I've got that. Simon's gonna complain that I'm just putting more pressure on his precious little boy."
"Well... the Method is none of Simon's business, okay?"
"Oh yeah... of course..."
"Bedsides, encouragement is extremely important for the Method. Lots and lots of it."
"So... speeches?"
"No! Action! It's about... teaching them discipline through... an activity you do together... and encouraging them through it. It's about hard work, but it's also about love."
"Okay... I'm sorry I have no idea what you're talking about.."
Stacey laughed, although her fingers and voice shook clearly with a nervousness that was rare for her. "I figured... I think it took my mom over a month to figure out how to tell me. It's really hard to just like talk about it objectively."
"Clearly."
"I haven't introduced anyone into the circle before, okay? Look, I love you and I trust you, but if I keep talking about it, I'm going to make it sound ridiculous and you will leave. The only right way to explain its power is to just show you - it's how I learned from my mom."
"Okay... sure? Here? Now?"
"Not here. If you really want to know, go to the bedroom at the end of the hall and go into the closet."
"Wha-?"
"Just trust me. Or, leave the house right now. Last chance. It's your choice. I'll love you, either way." Stacey said, hugging her friend tightly before running away up the stairs.
Kathleen had never seen her cool friend so tense before, but she did trust her. She walked to the guest bedroom and opened the door; the powerful musk of a recent fuck poured into her nostrils, making her a little dizzy. She noted the mess of dank sheets on the bed and envied the athleticism of Stacey's partner before sneaking into the closet.
Within moments, she heard Stacey's footsteps and giggles grow louder as she approached the room. "Guess you'll have to catch me to find out!"
Heavy male footsteps followed, and a familiar, youthful voice responded. "Well, now you're trapped inside here."
Kathleen could see Stacey's now nude back and buttocks as she embraced the man at the door, her one foot at the doorsill while her other bent upwards, her pink-painted toenails curling from the passion of the kiss.
"Now are you gonna *kiss* tell me who was *kiss* at the door?"
"You're gonna *kiss* mmmm... have to *kiss* get it out of me."
As the man pushed Stacey back to the bed, he entered Kathleen's view. She had seen Simon enough times to know that this was not her friend's pudgy, balding husband. A firmly built man with hair as rich and blonde as Stacey's stood obscured by his wife, his large, powerful hands massaging her hotwife buttocks like dough. When Stacey began to sink to the floor, Kathleen audibly gasped as she saw his face. The lean, muscular frame, and boxers that sported an absurd bulge belonged to none other than local TV's newest advertisement hunk - Brian Robinson. The woman on her knees salivating at it an inch away from his crotch was his mother.
"Mmmm... what's this stretching out your underwear?" Stacey giggled as she traced her pink-nailed index finger up and down the shaft, readjusting it until it bobbed free of the elastic. "Oooh... it's Mr Plum. Can you pleeeassee massage my back walls for me again?" the housewife mewled in a demure tone as she scratched the fat, purple glans with her fingernails.
Kathleen was shocked by her friend's candor. She'd never been a prude, but was always composed in company. Presently, she didn't seem to give a shit that her friend was in the closet just a few feet away.
"Ohhh... yessss... anything for you mo-... Ms Rosebud..." the boy muttered in a sensual baritone.
Having known Stacey for years, she was no stranger to the pure adoration in Stacey's eyes as she gazed upon her statuesque offspring. What she wasn't expecting was the look of a little girl on Christmas as she struggled to wrap her fingers around her son's massive pussy prodder.
"Mmm... I love smelling my cum on your big cock..." Stacey cooed as she stroked the shaft with both of her hands before bringing her face close to it and licking the surface.
"How about I help you make some more?"
Stacy giggled. "Hell yeah... but first, let me show you how much I appreciate your afternoon's performance. You've made your momma so happy." She took his glans inside her mouth, gently moving her tongue up and down the senstive base.
Brian bit his underlip, his right hand making a balled fist of his mother's hair, as he tried to endure the intense sensations on his cock. Clearly no stranger to being fellated, he gently rolled his hips with her mouth. Soon he licked his lips and began pushing deeper into her.
Stacey made a muffled sound of disapproval and smacked him on the thigh.
"Yeow!" the teen yelped, disengaging his cock and his hands.
"Nuh uh, slugger..." Stacey shook her head and wagged her finger, tears welling in her eyes as she kept from coughing. "I'm not some co-ed you can push around. I decide when it's time for that. Keep those hands behind your head."
"Yes mom..." Bryan dutifully replied. He sounded closer to the nervous young boy Kathleen had known than the stud on TV.
"Good boy..." Stacey muttered, using her left hand to wrap her hair in a ponytail. Using her right to hold the cock steady at the base, she took a deep breath and deepthroated the boy.
Kathleen was shocked to hear Bryan's confident baritone cracking into whelps of pleasure as her friend's gullet expertly wrung his sensitive tip. In front of his mother, the man lay bare as a boy. She knew moms had that effect, but she had never expected to see it displayed so brazenly... or in the bedroom.
Once back up for air, Stacey too sounded like she hadn't in years, as she used her free hand to stroke the boy's blond treasure trail and hairy chest. "Awww... I love making my baby feel good." She said, smiling before laying a kiss with her pillowy lips on his throat-sludge-covered schlong.
"Momm..." Bryan groaned. Like many of her PTA peers, Kathleen had always found the boy quite handsome, but, wracked with incestuous pleasure, his face was like a work of art.
Stacey then stood up. Her eyes gazing lovingly into her progeny's, she grasped his manhood like a sword's hilt and pulled him back towards the bed. Wordlessly, the pair smoothly transitioned to a mounting position with an ease that belied significant practice.
As Stacey sat down and splayed open her legs in a 'V', Kathleen couldn't help but admire the rippling hamstrings of her friend's slightly tan legs. Brian's V-shaped, muscular back tapering into a tight torso and thick, powerful glutes also didn't escape her admiration. But it was the look on their faces that made Kathleen's heart race and ache. Time seemed to slow down as she studied the dreamy stare and mischevious smile on both participants' face. The idyll finally broke as Stacey plunged the fleshy weapon into her forge. All three occupants of the room gasped simultaneously, but Kathleen's went unheard.
"Oooffff yesss... stretch me with that big dick babyyyy... I love it..." Stacey groaned as her son slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper into her. When the teen's balls pressed against his mother's ass, she squealed and her legs shook.
Kathleen couldn't believe her tiny friend took the entirety of the massive dong within her. Her wide eyes watched as the dark brown spear slowly withdrew, its surface already coated with white mommy precum. When all but the glans had come out, her friend mewled at the feeling of emptiness, and her loving son filled her slowly once again.
Within about ten minutes, the boy's languid strokes had accelerated into a powerful, demanding fuck. Stacey's wide, entreating eyes stared into her sons, her nostrils flared, and her dainty, purple-fingernailed hands desperately stroked his rippling abs. If she remembered at all that her friend was currently watching in the closet, she did not show it. Covered by the crescendoing melody of ectastic female moans underlined by the steady bass of a headboard slamming into the wall, even Kathleen whined quietly as her hands massaged her sopping wet pussy through her panties. Her future self would surely forgive her for the impropriety: the scene unfolding before her was so fucking hot. When her climax hit, she bit her hand to prevent from being heard, but her friend's orgasmic screams had her covered.
"I'M CUMMING!!!!"
Used to very quick romps with her husband, Kathleen was shocked to find, thirty minutes later, that the couple was still at it. Facing the closet, Stacey was receiving hard, fast backshots from her son, her hands clutching the soaked bedsheets, and her muscular arms and ample breasts quaking with each thrust.
"Ohhh sweettieeee... ohh... hufff... hufff... OHH!!! FUCK YEA! AIIII!!! Ohhhh... mmmm... oh Bryannn..." Stacey whimpered deliriously.
Kathleen had never been more jealous as she studied the satisfaction on her friend's face as she experienced a deep womb massage. The young man had grasped her hair by the root, tilting her head back, making her red face, wide open mouth, and lolling tongue even more apparent. Although both women had climaxed at least another additional four times, the impressive lad had yet to blow his load. Yet, the teen's steady thrusting began to slowly become wilder; it was clear that the boy was nearing his end.
"Mommmm... I'm closee..." the teen groaned piteously.
"Ohh.. fuckk... b-baby... keep... c-control..." Stacey whined, clearly being stroked to another sweet petite morte.
"Fuck... I'm gonna... c-... arrghhh..."
To Kathleen's shock, even in the lull of an impending orgasm, Stacey pushed the boy out and turned around to face him. The previous dreamlike expression on her face had been replaced with that of a drill sargeant's. She sat up, grabbed his member, and now pressed the base of his penis with all her might.
"HOLD IT!!!"
"FUCKK... AUGHHH!!!" the boy grunted and whimpered through gritted teeth.
Kathleen couldnt help but gasp at the absurd sight. Her good friend had the thick dong in her vice-grip, just inches away from her sodden, swollen pussy. The voyeur's sight was transfixed to the purple, golf-ball that capped the teen's large shaft, ballooning and darkening from the teen's strengthening PC muscles.
What's going on Brian?! I know you can do better than this!"
"I-I'm just tired from holding it all morning."
"Remember, baby... women hate excuses..." Stacey sighed and released her grip just as she felt the first signs of him softening. "Now come on, let's go again."
"W-whew... s-sorry... yes, mom..." the teen muttered as he got on all fours above his mother as she lay back down on her back.
Kathleen's eyes widened as she realized that, even in the throes of ecstasy, her friend never stopped her parenting style. Stacey's voice echoed in her head. "It's about discipline."
"That's okay baby... you did real good holding on for me..." Stacey cooed as she scratched the embattled teen's chest lovingly with her long, pink nails.
"But it's also about encouragement..." Kathleen whispered to herself as she couldn't help but tear up slightly at the tender sight before her. So this was the Method.
Nearly another thirty minutes later, her friend's words echoed again as she watched in disbelief as the poor teen sweated profusely as he was made to fuck his mother nonstop through another climax. "It's about hard work."
"Ohh fuckkk babbyyyyy... don't you stop now!"
"I'm so tired mommmm... you didn't let me sleep a wink last night..."
"And I don't regret it - you made mommy feel soo good." Stacey smacked the boy's ass, hard, "Don't you get lazy on me now! Come on! Fuck! Ughhh... I'm so closeee..."
"Uggghhhh... yes mommmm..." the teen groaned through clenched jaws, his voice pained from the effort of the strenuous fuck and the intense maternal spasms that racked his oversensitized shaft.
"Yes! Yes! Like that! Just likeeee... ohhhhh... you're... gonna... MAKE... ME... COMEE!!!!"
Kathleen couldn't help but frig her pussy as she watched friend shake and scream, her legs pulled back, her face beet red, and her toes clenched. Even in the closet, the stench of rutting suffused the air.
To give the boy's tender penis a break, the couple had switched positions. Stacey was now atop Brian, her moon-shaped ass rhythmically bouncing up to reveal their union. As Kathleen's eyes fixated on floppy mature-pussy-lips stretched around thick boy-pole, covered in gooey strings of pink mom-cum, Stacey bent forward to French-kiss her son and whisper in his ear.
"Okay, baby. This time, let's come together."
"Really? I can come?"
"Yes sweetheart..." Stacey giggled at her son's enthusiasm. "You've done sooo good baby... now dig deep and make mommy come one last time."
Brian caught his mother's seeking lips with his own as he thrust upwards as deep as he could and began grinding her posterior fornix, making her sigh and clench. The abyssal penetration made her shake and instinctively withdraw, so the powerful teenager wrapped his arms around her body and pressed her close to his large chest, trapping her as he slowly rolled his flexed glutes below.
"Like that?"
Stacey was delirious. Her fingers lovingly stroked his face as she mewled piteously in his ears. "Ohhhh yesssss... just like that sweeetieeee... ohmygosh fuckkk... oh mommy LOVESSS youuu..." She began to lay kiss after kiss on her son's face before arching her back in pleasure, her left tit now ravenously being devoured by her son.
Kathleen swallowed, realizing that she was almost drooling. If it weren't for the clearly sexual context, the love in Stacey's voice would have truly felt like purely maternal. Indeed, as she watched the couple's tender embrace grow more desperate, Kathleen heard the final part of her friend's advice. "It's also about love."
"Ohhh mommmm... I'm gonna blow...." the sweaty teen groaned before slipping his mother's breast back into his mouth.
"Yesss sweeetieee... me too... you've done soooo goood. Now use mommy as your fucktoy... fill me up!!" Stacey's voice grew frantic as she bounced her ass up and down, the bottom of her thighs thwacking against Brian's quads. Kathleen barely recognized her friend, her pink nails digging into the boy's pectorals as she used her outstretched arms as anchors to shuttle her son's pussy-drill from cap to base in a frantic cowgirl-fuck.
The teen followed his mother's commands as he grabbed her ass and began doing hip thrusts into her, helping her pound her womb. The dance became a blur to Kathleen just as the boy roared his climax.
"Augggh!!!!!"
Meanwhile the usually composed, matronly face her friend had transformed into a scowl of ectasy, covered by a mess of disheveled blonde hair. Her sagging breasts jounced wildly as she bucked up and down. Her already vulgar vocalizations now devolved into guttural shrieks, and her face turned redder than her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut and screamed as she came incredibly hard.
"EEEHHH!!!!! AIIIIII!!!!!"
Kathleen clapped her hand to her mouth even as her wide eyes watched with fascination as the couple rutted before her, thick white cream pouring from their union onto the boy. The mother and son she'd known for over a decade had just mated.
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Greg Adams jerked his cock fast with both hands, gritting his teeth, seeking release. He sat back on the computer chair fully clothed, with his member snaking out from the elastic of his shorts. His eyes were glued to the voluptuous woman being fucked standing up on the computer screen, while her exaggerated moans filled his headphones. When his concentration broke for a moment, he was horrified to find his mother in his peripheral vision.
"Oh shit! Mom! I'm... wait... I thought you were going to... ummm..." the boy muttered, doubling forward to hide his shame as he tore off his headphones. He'd completely forgotten that he was angry at her.
Blushing red and heart racing, Kathleen stared silently at her son, trying to quash the panic that flooded her insides. Fortunately, the many glasses of wine inside her, filtered through the already shocking and absurd events that she had already witnessed quelled her initially powerful desire to run. Suddenly, watching her own offspring double fist his cock didn't seem so transgressive.
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After the Robinsons had panted away their intense orgasm, Stacey sat up on her son and said something to him in his ear. Kathleen could not hear what was being said, but the couple disconnected immediately with a shared moan, and the boy hopped out of the bed and walked out of the room. On the way out, the sweaty, handsome youth winked knowingly at the closet as he stroked his still hard, mom-cum coated penis.
"Come on out, peepin Kathleen. I bet you have questions," sighed a moist, disheveled, and bright-pink Stacey as she stood next to the bed and turned to the closet. With a matter-of-fact attitude, she grabbed the towel on the nightstand and wiped up the large trickle of thick white liquid rolling down her thigh before putting on her robe and tying it off.
Kathleen slowly opened the door and walked up to her friend, eyes fixed in a thousand-yard stare. She could only mutter one word: "Wow."
Stacey giggled as she stretched, "Yup. Wow."
"So, this is the Method. Incest?"
"This is a key ingredient of the Method, yes. But it really is much more than that." Stacey pulled out a tiny book with leather binding from one of her dressers - it appeared to be a Bible on the surface.
Kathleen began reading the first chapter, titled with a large "Genesis". She'd read the actual Bible to know that the usual text that followed transitioned into something completely different within a page or two.
"In the beginning, a Mother created her Son. The Son was formless and empty until his Mother took him into the darkness and into the deep. Only then was there light."
"Nobody knows who wrote it or how old it is. This copy was handed down to my oma. For our purposes, its goal is to reestablish a mother's bond with her confused teenage boy."
"And it really works?"
"Yep. It has for generations. Hey, you know Bryan - you decide. Remember the kid from two years ago and compare him to the man that just walked out of the room. The Method helped him succeed intellectually, financially, physically, and... let's be honest, sexually..." Stacey chuckled, but the sigh that followed confirmed it was no joke.
"He's definitely... matured."
"Ha! That's all you can say after what you saw?"
Kathleen smiled sheepishly, "No, I'm sorry... that was incredibly hot. His... stamina is incredible."
"Yes it is. And I was the one that taught him... using The Method. If we want to raise the best men, they should be studs in addition to being scholars and athletes."
Kathleen felt a chill in her spine. It's as if she'd always believed what she'd just heard, but had never uttered the words. "You're not um.... wrong. So... um... how do you even..."
"Start?" Stacey laughed. "Yeah, it seemed impossible for me too, but I'll tell you what my mentor told me. An opportunity will present itself. You've just gotta have courage and determination. She was dead right."
"I guess... won't it ruin our relationship?"
"He'll be gone to college soon? From what you've described, it does not seem that you two have much of a relationship. Prepare for it to get worse soon anyway. As long as you can practice discretion, you literally have nothing to lose."
"Wow. That's... brutal."
"Sorry, hon. I went through it and it's what other Mothers told me too. Try the Method and I bet you'll see an improvement. I've never heard about a failure."
Kathleen felt dizzy. "It's just... a lot. And what about poor Greg?"
Stacey laughed. "Yes, poor poor Greg. Well, I'll tell you what Brian told me and you can decide how he's going to react."
"What?"
"There's no pussy like home."
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With Stacy's words buzzing loudly in her head, Kathleen muttered quietly as she gently placed her hand on Greg's shoulder. "Keep going..."
"Wha? Are you-? Uhhh..."
"I-it's okay. Trust me..." Kathleen whispered as her eyes fixated on the boy's large, thick spear. She could have never imagined that the mediocre body that the boy had inherited from his father could have sprouted such a man-sized cock, but one half of the genes come from the mother. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of competitive relief that her own boy outclassed even Stacey's.
Greg quivered from the range of emotions that coursed through him, but his lust won out in the end. He grasped the base of his cock with his right hand while his left stroked his glans slowly. Despite the teen's significant nervousness, his right had never felt his pole so rigid, and his left had never seen so much precum. Within a few moments, the relaxing pleasure stopped him from shaking and he was finally able to look up at his mother's face. Primed by his horniness, he noted her smooth, alabaster skin; her warm, brown eyes; and her pouty, pink lips. The crush he used to have on her as a young boy slowly reawakening, the horny teen began stroking faster and faster, finding that the habitual rapidity of his wanks further allayed his anxiety.
Kathleen missed her offspring's ogling, her eyes fixed onto the blur between his hands. "Wow... it feels good to do it fast like that, huh?"
"Uhh.... um... y-yeah... um I'm gonna come soon..."
"Already? Don't you want to make it last?"
The teen couldn't help but blush, "Is this fast?"
"Yeah..." she muttered, making him turn even more pink. She almost apologized for embarrassing him, but the book's advice resonated again in her head.
"Hurt ego today is improved skill tomorrow. Honesty is the way!"
"Oh..." the boy was crestfallen.
"How about you stroke it slower?"
"That doesn't feel good."
"It can."
"Yeah?"
A pregnant pause followed. Kathleen felt like she could hear her heart throbbing in the silence as she tried to muster up the courage to ask the question that both of them wanted her to ask.
Stacey's voice egged her on. "The Mother must lead. A Son seldom crosses the line."
Kathleen clenched her fist and began to speak. "I-I um... want me to... um.. show you?"
"Uh... ye-... well... I donno... umm... I'm not sure... what about... dad?"
This time a quote from the Method itself came to mind: "Our sisterhood recognizes no wife. A wife may love her husband, but a Mother's love is her Son's and his alone. Render to the Son what is the Son's."
Kathleen dropped to her knees. She stared at the throbbing penis before her, gulped, and quickly grasped the middle of the shaft in her right hand. She gasped at its surprising heat and hardness and felt a strange sensation in her belly when she realized she couldn't curl her fingers around it.
"Wow... mom..." the boy gasped, his flabby belly trembling.
"Relax sweetie..." Kathleen muttered as she slowly began moving her hand up and down the shaft. There was no way her eyes could make contact with her son's, so they satisfied themselves by widening at the amount of cock jutting out of either side of her hand.
"W-wait... I... ughhh..." the boy's hesitance melted as his lust overtook him.
With each stroke, Kathleen's skill overtook her deep reservations. Soon, it felt like she was back in her freshman dormroom, fluffing the cute boy from second floor for a stress-relieving post-midterm fuck. After a few minutes of general strokes, her thumb gently massaged the lad's sensitive frenulum, making his glans ooze lubricating precum that she spread over the whole shaft with a slow downstroke. The slow, squelching sound of her skillful fondling filled the room, punctuated only by Kathleen's soft sighs and her son's increasingly erratic groans.
"Ohhh myyy godddd..." Used to more frantic, quick stimulation, the teen tried to thrust into her hands.
Modeling Stacey, Kathleen smacked him gently on his thighs. "Stop it, Gregory!" She hadn't physically disciplined him so in years, and outside of this specific context, it was unlikely that the rascal would've submitted. Yet he was totally pliant in her hands - she hadn't felt this empowered as a mother in a long time.
"S-sorry."
Unlike the usual bickering that followed from conflict between them, only love filled the air. "Just slow down... let me take care of you sweetie..." she cooed as she replaced her thumb circles with slow, longitudinal strokes from bulb to balls.
"Oh my godddd... mommmm... that feels sooo gooooddddd..." the teen whimpered, his eyes lidding as he tried to relax back down onto the couch, still wriggling from the torturous sensation.
With his eyes closed, Kathleen could finally bear to look at the boy. Slowly, she became transfixed by just how handsome her son was. The dour teenager's perpetually resting bitch face had melted into a serene expression overlaid by a slight tension from the slow pleasure he was enduring. When he clenched his jaw and groaned, he was nothing short of beautiful.
She shook her head to dispel her trance and joined her son in watching the porn still playing on the laptop. The couple, a May-September mix of a gifted young stud and a voluptuous cougar, was currently engaged in a 69.
"See? Isn't it better slower?" Kathleen stared at the nearly purplish helmet, gurgling clear mucus that made it shine, as it penetrated the air above her hands before retreating. She sighed with longing when the sight mixed with the memory of Stacey's face when Bryan worked her deep.
"Yesss... god yesss..."
"Mmm... that feel good? Oh my sweet, handsome... hung boy." Each compliment made the boy's cock harden noticeably, as Stacey had predicted, making Kathleen giggle. "Oh cutiee... I love you..."
"Ughhh... I l-love you too mommm..." he moaned softly as he fought his hips natural inclination to thrust madly.
Kathleen's heart ached. She hadn't heard the boy authentically respond to her declarations of love in what seemed like years. The most she ever got was a half-muttered fake. To maximize his enjoyment as a reward, she brought her right hand to rub the sensitive base, while she grasped the drooling, purple glans with her left hand.
Greg hissed at the strangely cold sensation on his sensitive cockhead. He opened his eyes to find his mother smiling and looking away sheepishly as she gave him a double handjob. Their eyes met for a moment. The look of pure love was not new to him, but he'd seen it less and less over the last few years. He'd always batted away his subliminal attraction to her, but looking at her, her slightly flushed and sweaty face framed by her short, dark hair, he had to admit that she was gorgeous. Already primed by the intense sensations on his dong and his realization of the comely woman before him, the sight and sensation of her wedding band digging into his cockhead was more than the poor teen could stand.
"Oh fuck... I can't hold ittt..."
Kathleen gave the boy finally what he wanted and began shuttling her left hand quickly between his glans and his midshaft while her right hand began gently rubbing the sack of his aching balls. He began to groan and wheeze before finally grunting loudly.
"COMMINGGGG... HNGGGHHH!!!"
A thick rope of white fluid jetted from the tip into the air and onto the boy's groin and Kathleen's hands.
"Woah!!" she exclaimed as she pointed the spear back onto his stomach. She watched in morbid fascination as his testicles retracted with each powerful spasm as her index and thumb gently massaged the meat of the sack.
"Ohhhhh... FUCKKKK!!!" the boy continued to bleat and groan as his pisshole squeezed off thick rope after rope onto his belly, chest, and neck. Eventually the pleasure was too much and his voice cracked as he whined desperately.
The sound triggered her maternal response and, as if by instinct, she began to coo comfortingly. "Aww sweetiee.... feels really good, huh?? Come for me babyyy...."
"Ohhhhh... yessss... mommmmmmeeeeee..." the boy groaned, his voice like a contralto's.
After nearly a minute, with the dong still oozing come, Kathleen finally let go of the shaft, still bobbing in the air, completely undiminished in size. The amount of the thick, white fluid that coated her hands and her son's entire torso was unbelievable. The powerful musk suffused her nostrils and climbed to her olfactory brain. The appropriate excerpt from The Method came to mind.
"Let the son produce his seed. Let the mother bear her fruit. Let them increase in number."
"Wow... sweetie... you came sooo much. There's enough here... to get the whole damn high school pregnant..."
"Well...uh.. I... uh... I-I'm not having sex..." the teen muttered defeatedly as he cleaned himself up with his T-shirt.
Kathleen gently stroked his arm, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. I was wrong before. I'm sorry I teased you about girl problems. That wasn't very nice."
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been so mad. It just hurt my feelings," the boy muttered quietly.
The mother's eyes welled at the first notion of emotional intimacy from her boy in a long time and she threw her arms around him. She felt a moistness on her summer dress when she pressed her body against his, and realized that it was his seed. She was surprised to find that she didn't care. "My poor baby. I love you."
"I-I love you too," Greg blushed and pulled away from the hug. He tried to mollify his feelings with a joke that he hoped would shock her. "S-so you're saying you don't mind if I have sex?"
Kathleen smiled back naughtily. "Just promise me you'll use a condom... and go slow, okay tiger? For me? And the poor girl?" She eyed his throbbing monstrosity.
"Yes, ma'am."
Kathleen beamed. This was the most obedient her son had been in years - Stacey really had been onto something. She decided to press her luck.
"Good boy. Now, did you like your mom helping you with this?"
"Yes!" the teen stood at attention, almost as if by habit.
"Do you want it to happen again?"
God yes!!"
"Well, then you gotta make me a few promises. First, this stays between us okay?"
"Oh god yeah of course. I wouldn't eve-"
"And no touching yourself unless I'm around."
"Wait w-what? Like not at all?"
"Yes not at all. If you don't want it to happen again, just say so, and then you're welcome to get back to it."
"No! I-I promise!"
"Good." She figured that while she had the advantage that she might as well press. "And sweetheart... you've gotta change your lifestyle. Being on the computer all day is killing your potential. You have a rare opportunity to become a better student and an athlete."
"Okay."
"Okay what?"
"Okay, I promise I'll study more. And work out more too."
"Good."
"So umm.. can we please do some more now?"
"You're horny again?!" Kathleen asked genuinely shocked that his erection was again throbbing hungrily.
Before he could answer, they heard a car pull into the driveway. It was Simon.
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"Harder!!! Push baby!!!"
"Ugghhhh I can'tttt!!"
"Just one last one!" Kathleen yelled at her son's arms quaked from the effort from his last pushup. At the top of the rep, he collapsed onto the floor, panting and sweaty.
"Good job, sweetie! I'm so proud of you!" Kathleen smiled at him as he turned onto his back, sitting Indian-style next to his face. The boy was still no athlete, but the weeks of training and diet already showed results. His double chins had receded to show off the nascent muscles of his neck, and as his love handles shrank, his shoulders grew.
Meanwhile, Greg was checking out her flushed cleavage through her sports bra. Once the door to the basement locked and they began their morning workouts, her motherly robe would drop to reveal the outfit she'd bought for their combined resolution. As he breathed in the mixture of her fragrant deodorant and funky odor, he almost felt like he could lick the sweat off just under her collar bone. His mother's next words drew his attention to her pretty face, topped by a pony tail, and currently gleefully staring at his crotch. Given the pulsing ache in between his legs, he could wager a guess as to what she was so enthralled with.
"Eyes up here, nasty." Kathleen whispered as she enjoyed the view of a thick rod straining and then disappearing rhythmically against the tight workout shorts she'd bought him. She grinned naughtily at her boy as she spread her legs wide in a stretch, highlighting her puffy, moist lips taut against her yoga pants.
"S-so umm... d-do you think we c-could um..." the boy muttered later as he picked at his muesli at the breakfast table, still trying to remember the faint, but heady smell of his mother's flower.
"Do what?" Kathleen smiled flirtatiously at him as she placed the spoon in her mouth.
She knew exactly what he wanted, but she hadn't dare give the horny boy an inch since their original rendez-vous a month ago. She'd read the Method several times the first week, but it was now collecting dust. Both the book and Stacey urged her to progress the relationship, but the boy was already making progress and her propriety had restrained her ambition.
"Well... um... like that one time?" he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his erection begging him for release.
"Can you be more specific?" she said, grinning just as she lay her bare feet against the unbelievable tent in his pants.
While Kathleen had failed to heed the advice of its later chapters, she'd committed the Method's section on "The Tease" to memory. She'd been relentless with its prescribed techniques and she didn't know just how much she'd enjoy it.
She'd leave doors ajar whenever she would change, purposefully slowing down to give him a show.
She'd fall onto his lap, sometimes even in the Simon's sight, giving his perpetually hard bulge a few minutes of love with her fat ass before moving on.
After one of their protracted no-longer-filial embraces a week ago, she'd pushed him off only when both their gym shorts were soaked with foreplay effluent. She denied his subsequent desperate advances, but sent him off to bed with a cruel whisper: "I guess I'll have to fuck you in my dreams."
A few days prior, she'd even blushingly blown a quick kiss to the wide eyes in the darkness that watched her ride Simon on their rare night of coitus. After Simon had fallen asleep, she'd snuck up to her teenager's bedroom door and made eye contact as they mutually masturbated. Cruelly, she allowed herself the first orgasm of the night, but kissed him goodnight and wagged no with her finger as she walked back to her bed. The way he shifted uncomfortably at the breakfast table the next morning assured her that that he'd been good.
Back in the present, Greg found the courage to speak, trying to ignore his mother's penetrating eyes and teasing feet. "Um well like that one day... umm... in my bedroom... after you caught me umm..."
"Oh I see. That. Well, that's going to be tough with your dad around."
"U-um... well he's got that thing with his friends tonight..."
"Oh... is that tonight?" she feigned not remembering, trying not to burst out laughing at the expectation on his face. "Well, what about your big test tomorrow? Remember that all this is for naught if you cant keep your grades up."
"I already studied! I knew tonight..." Greg stopped himself before he revealed too much. The naughty smile on his mother's face suggested that she'd divined the rest.
"That your dad would be gone, right? Wow... and you planned to make use of his wife tonight while he's gone?"
"N-no! W-well I mean... y-you know... like..." The boy suddenly froze as he heard bounding steps on the stairs. When Simon came into view, Greg nervously yelled "Hey dad!" before stuffing muesli into his mouth, his cheeks turning red.
"Oh look, it's the jocks... ugh I don't know how you guys can stand this Scandanavian shit." The portly balding man scowled at their breakfast. He then sat down in front of his pancakes and poured a cupful of syrup. "You sure I can't tempt you with one of these?"
"No, honey we'r-" Kathleen proudly began to announce.
"Hell yeah, give me one!" Greg said, eyes wide as his father put one on his plate. He began to scarf it down, but his enthusiasm cooled as he saw the look of cold disappointment in his mother's eyes.
"By the way, my character's way outleveling you, Greg - you've got a lot of catching up to do. Better put my absence tonight to good use!"
"You betcha! I've got a raid tonight with the boys - I'll outlevel and outgear you the next time we're both on."
Simon chuckled, "Go for it, kid."
"A raid?" Kathleen asked with an upturned eyebrow.
"It's when we meet in our game to go into a dungeon and..."
"Oh. You're back at it on that stupid game, huh?"
"It's just one night! It really helps me with the stress, mom."
"I thought... we had... plans tonight."
Greg did a spit take of the orange juice into his glass and turned beet red. He began coughing, trying to cover up his embarrassment.
"Chew your food, you animal," Simon grinned at him.
His father's jab was lost on Greg, whose eyes were fixated on the disenchantment on his mother's face. He tried to cajole her without giving up the game to his dad.
"W-well... um... we do! How about afterwards?"
"Oh wow, glad to see I'm such a priority. Imagine my enthusiasm taking second base to a bunch of cartoons."
"Cartoons?!! You don't know what the fuck you're going about!" the teen yelled, his face turning pink.
"Whatever the hell you want to call them. I can't believe you're wasting your life on this, when so many other... opportunities are presenting themselves!"
Simon piped in, "Oh, come on Kath - chill out. He's an adult, he can do want he wants now."
Greg couldn't help but beam at his dad, "Yeah! That's right! You just don't know how to have any fun!"
"Okay." Kathleen concluded coldly.
Greg's smile faded as his mother grabbed her bowl and dumped the remaining of the breakfast in the trash. She threw the dishes into the sink and walked upstairs.
"Mom wai-"
"Women, huh?" Simon grinned. "All this for movie night."
"Fuck." Greg shook his head before dropping it into his hands.
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Five minutes later, Kathleen slammed her bedroom door shut and yelled into the phone. "I had him, Stacey! And then my stupid fucking husband. Ugh... and these goddamn video games!"
There was silence on the line. Kathleen spoke again, "Stace? You there?"
"I'm here. I'm trying not to say that I told you so."
"What?"
"You can't be half-in with the Method! Either you do it all or it doesn't work."
"Half-in?"
"Don't bullshit me! You've been keeping the poor boy pent up for weeks. That's not fair! Discipline is important but without progression, this won't work."
"Well maybe I'm still not on board with your little religion!" Kathleen yelled hotly, before remembering there were others in the house. She walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the shower.
"It's not a religion. It's just part of being... a mother. If you haven't seen results or aren't willing to step outside the bounds of normal motherhood, you're welcome to stop anytime. I really won't judge you as long as you keep your mouth shut." Stacey retorted.
Kathleen winced at her friend's understandable rage. She sighed and then grumbled. "No. I've seen results... and I already gave him a handjob for Christ's sake - that's well outside the bounds of motherhood, right?!"
"Honey, given what mothers in a million different cultures have done through hundreds of thousands of years of history for their baby boys, there's nothing too crazy for motherhood."
Kathleen sighed, "I believe you. I just... look... why can't he... relieve himself?! Why do I have to do it?! Maybe the Method's wrong here!"
"I disagree. I think it's more right than ever before. It's about retraining these dopamine-addicted brains. They have to learn that you can't always have release, and that it's better when it's a reward. I promise, if you make him feel good in a structured way, you'll build his desire for discipline."
"Well, maybe some of us don't want to go... as far as you've gone... Maybe some of us want to keep some things the same." Kathleen teared up. "I miss my baby boy."
"Your baby boy's gone, and he has been for years. Mine had been too. They become lost in this world. Hasn't your relationship with him been stronger than in years this month?"
"Yes..."
"Exactly. Stick to The Method. And that means all of it. When a boy works on his sexual discipline, it spreads to other aspects of his life. Besides, don't you want him to be a better lover just in general?"
"Well, of course!"
"Good, so then let's start with that. Now, what do you want from your lover?"
Kathleen was taken aback by the sudden question, "What? I don't kno-"
"Liar. Yes, you do. Give me one thing you want in bed, quick. Right now!"
"I want my pussy licked!" Kathleen blurted out.
Stacey tsked with pity. "I figured Simon wasn't the type, but to actually hear it? You poor thing."
"Shut it, Stace!"
"Well, now here's your chance! Ask Greg!"
"Stacey!"
"What?! It'll be good for him, and it'll be very very good for you."
"No way! He'll think... it's gross..."
"Oh you sweet summer child. These are not our husbands. They're young, wild things, driven by instinct and hungry to prove. Once you show him the power he can wield over his own mother's body, the world becomes easier to conquer."
"It's just... moving too fast! It has only a few weeks since this whole thing started! I donno - shouldn't it start with a date or something? I'm sure you guys started with an innocent kiss or something!"
"Wrong." Stacey chuckled before going silent for a moment. "Okay, I sent you an email. It'll have an archive with some passwords that I'll text you right now. YOU HAVE TO DELETE EVERYTHING AFTERWARDS OR I WILL ACTUALLY KILL YOU. I AM NOT KIDDING I AM ARMED."
Despite having watched him fuck for the better part of an hour already, Kathleen still couldn't help but gasp at the lurid video on her media player. Clearly younger versions of Brian and Stacey, as evidenced by Stacey's short hair and Brian's crewcut, were completely naked on a couch, both of their skins shining in the dimly lit room. Brian lay back onto the backrest with a towel underneath, his stomach a chubbier model of the washboard abs Kathleen had seen in the hotel room, and his cock, while still impressive, not yet the monster it would grow into.
In a half-opened robe, Stacey sat on his right side, her erect nipples pushing into his pectoralis, as her the red fingernails of her left hand lovingly scratched the boy's face. She also seemed to be in much worse shape in the video, her future toned six-pack still a flabby midsection. In the center of the frame, Stacey's right hand, complete with her large diamond ring, slowly stroked the teen's manhood with tender love.
"Aw... baby... that feels really good, huh?" she cooed into his right ear before planting a big, wet kiss on his cheek.
"Yessss... ohhhh mommmmm..." the teen groaned, clearly overwhelmed from the intense new sensations. "U-um... are you s-sure it's okay... fuckkkk... to film this? What if awfuckkk...."
"Shhhh... you let mommy worry about that..." Stacy cooed, grinning as she played her son like a puppet with expert pressure on the raw underside of his cockhead. "I want a little memento of our first time."
Brian's hips thrust erratically and his face was twisted into a rictus of pleasure. "I'm gonna come..."
Stacey stopped stroking the boy and rapped him gently on his penis. "No. It's too soon."
"Sorry... I just..." the teen groaned, wrapping his hand around his mother's, entreating her to continue. "Pleaseee momm... moreee..."
Stacey grasped the boy by the hair and turned him to look at her. "Now, stop it! Listen to me. Get down there and make me feel good." The housewife spread her legs wide and pushed her son's head towards her labia. "Once you make me come, we'll try again. If you can hold on for another 15 minutes, I'll let you have sex with me. How about that?"
"God yes I can'- mmmphhhh!" The boy's excitement was muffled once his mother pushed his face into her labia.
To Kathleen's great disappointment, the video ended abruptly there. She found herself rubbing her chest as she put the phone back to her ear.
"Wow Stacey... that was really hot. Are you sure I can't keep this video?"
"YES. DELETE IT NOW."
"Kidding, kidding. Okay it's all gone. So that was your FIRST TIME?"
Stacey giggled, "Yup. After my friend told me about The Method, I was hesitant just like you. But when the opportunity presented itself, I decided to jump in headfirst."
"Headfirst?"
"Well, okay, there had always been some sexual tension. I had caught him peeking in on me more than once, and once I caught him masturbating without him catching me. I watched him from beginning to end and then spent the rest of the night wondering why I had done so, even as I frigged my soaking pussy into oblivion imagining his thing inside me. Even though I felt terrible, and I knew that it was wrong, I'd get so wet everytime I thought about him like that. I felt like a terrible mother."
"Aw, sweetheart. For what it's worth, it sounds like you were just being honest. I'd be lying if I never thought about..." Kathleen blushed deeply, unable to finish.
"It's okay, I know love. Well, anyways once I heard about the Method, everything just clicked. He needed some direction that he wasn't getting, and, turns out, I needed him too. And we're both way better and way happier than ever before. And we're careful, so hubby has no idea. I just don't see the harm."
"So you just asked Brian to have sex?"
"Basically. One night, while Ned was out of town, we got into the wine and decided to give each other massages. My robe got pulled up a little and I caught him staring at my pussy. He was so sorry that poor kid almost cried. I couldn't help but comfort him and let him... study me."
Kathleen shivered at the thought of showing her own body to her son. "Wow... I donno if I could do that..."
"I didn't think I could either. But, oh Kathleen, he was just soo curious about everything - I just had to show my little baby boy. The wine helped too."
"What happened next?"
"What happens whenever two horny, sexually frustrated people start exploring. Simon had ignored me for so long that even Brian's virgin touch made me come on his fingers. I felt so good and his thing was throbbing like crazy through the towel he had on. That led to the part you just saw."
"Damn..."
"Do I sense a little jealousy?"
"N- well..." Kathleen sighed deeply. "Okay a little."
Stacey laughed, "Well, like I told you honey - it's cause you want that dick too."
"I-I... I do not! Shut up!" Kathleen said, blushing a beet red.
"Yeah sure..."
Kathleen reasserted herself, "I DO, however, want my baby to be better. And he already is. So... I gotta give The Method it's due." She sighed, "Although after what I just said to the boy, I may have already lost the key battle in the war."
"You haven't lost shit. Another key insight of the Method into teenage boys is that if you get them hard, you can play them like a violin."
"Umm... well, it seems like Greg's always hard."
"Well then it should be easy."
"So what? Should I just walk in naked or something?"
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Downstairs, Greg tucked into the pancakes as he intently browsed his laptop for tips on how to survive the dungeon this evening, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his heart that he had ruined a good thing. The sound of his father's shower came on as usual, and for the past month, the 20 minutes that followed were some of the best moments in his day. Often still clad in her sexy workout outfit, his now uninhibited mother showered him with her affections: her soft lips against his face and lips, her ample tits pressed into his chest, or her bulging ass rubbing against his rampant crotch. Now, due to his stupid mouth, she wouldn't show up again.
To his surprise, he heard her walk into the kitchen, on schedule, as if nothing had happened. He cleared his throat, preparing to make amends.
"Hey mom, I'm sorry abou- oh wow..."
The teen's mouth gaped and a piece of syrupy pancake fell from his lips onto his plate. His mother was bent over in front of the fridge, wearing nothing but a translucent baby doll. Her pale, dumptruck ass was completely uncovered but for a scandalously thin, baby-blue thong, around which the dark, wrinkly flesh of her labia was readily visible. She'd dressed sexily for him before, but this was on a new level.
Kathleen kept rummaging through the fridge, looking for nothing in particular. Mostly, she waited until cool air of the fridge dissipated the heat in her face left before she faced him. She arched her back, giving the teen a good look at her pale buttocks and thick milky thighs. When she felt that she had stopped blushing, she took another deep breath, closed the fridge and turned around. She smiled as she saw her teenager with wide eyes, a gaping mouth, and a throbbing bulge in his pants. He hungrily eyed the large, pink areolae of her sagging breasts through the translucent babydoll.
"Hi, Greg."
"H-hi mom...You're uh... nude..."
"Very observant, darling. You're not."
"Should I?"
"I would..." Kathleen muttered sensuously as she checked for the sound of the shower.
The boy closed the laptop screen, quickly stood up and shucked his pants and boxers. Erection bounding up and down with excitement, the boy awkwardly stood in the kitchen looking at his mother. "What now?"
Kathleen crossed her arms, hiding just how pleased and excited she was by his newfound enthusiasm towards her. "I don't know. I don't know how to have fun, remember?"
"Ummm... uhh... mom, I was being... umm... I'm so sorry..."
Kathleen smiled and shook her head, relaxing her posture. "Shut up, idiot. Just sit down."
Greg's eyes were fixated on his mother, who gently sank to the floor onto her knees between his outstretched legs. Heart thudding out of her ears, she pressed her palm against the base of the cock and pushed back until it was upright, the purple glans drooling above the lad's belly button.
"You might be a rude little jerk, but you're gifted where it counts..." Kathleen whispered as she wrapped her hand around the member and began stroking gently.
"Ugghh... t-thank you, mom... I'm so s-sorry about earlier..."
"That's right you are... doesn't it feel much better to get along?" Kathleen muttered as tried and failed to look her boy in the eye, looking away and blushing from the intensity of the situation.
"Yesss ohhh fuckkkk... I've needed this sooo bad... you don't know how tough school has been momm..." the teen mewled, his defiant anger completely gone.
Kathleen's heart melted at the relief in her boy's face. Stacey had been right - if this was going to work, she would have to attend to the horny boy more regularly. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I should have taken care you earlier."
"Ughh.. momm... I'm gonna cum..."
Kathleen released the cock from her grip and only teased the base of his frenulum with the tip of her index finger, making it slobber precum, "No you don't, Mr Jerkface... I didn't raise some two pump chump."
"S-sorry."
Kathleen smiled and lovingly placed a pouty kiss on the base of her son's glans, making him groan. "It's okay sweetie."
Suddenly Greg's phone began to rang. The teen snapped out of his reverie and looked at the screen.
"Oh shit... it's probably Randy, asking about the raid... I gotta take this."
"Unbelieveable." Kathleen immediately withdrew her ministrations from his pleasurestick. She grabbed a papertowel from the table and wiped her precum covered hands, "Okay, go ahead. I wanted to finish you off with something special, but it'll have to wait."
In a panic, the teen silenced his phone and threw it onto the table. "Wait, mom - no I. Um... I'm sorry... please wait..."
Kathleen stood up and shook his head, "No, I think your priorities are clear."
"Can we please finish though?" the boy entreated as he habitually took over for her stroking, eager for his climax.
"What are you doing?" Kathleen asked, annoyed.
"Oh! Um sorry... habit..."
"If you're not going to keep your promises, there's no point in going on."
The boy stopped touching his painfully hard erection, letting it throb demandingly. "Okay, okay, sorry. But can you please finish me?"
Suddenly, footsteps began to sound at the edge of the stairs. Realizing that the sound of the shower had ceased a while back, Kathleen rushed over to her usual nightrobe that she'd left hanging on the coathook and tied it back on her.
"We're out of time. Put your pants on!" she snapped. As the boy obeyed, she softened her tone and added, "We'll pick this up tonight, okay?"
"Tonight?" the boy's face transitioned from disappointment, to bemusement, to a sliver of hope just as his father entered the kitchen.
"Oh hi sweetie..." Kathleen kissed Simon on the cheek before walking up the stairs. Heart pounding and blood rushing to her head, she had a huge smile on her face.
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Greg placed his ear to the closed master bedroom door and knocked once again weakly.
"Mom? Can you hear me?"
No response. Since kissing his father goodbye for his evening out, his mother had holed up in the bedroom. The painful boner in his shorts an indelible reminder of what was at stake, the teen had nervously paced outside the bedroom, knocked weakly, given up and retired to his room, and then returned for some more. This had gone on for hours, and in the process of killing time in his room, he had accidentally finished his homework for the night.
It was funny how desperately he wished to see her. Only a month ago, she might as well have been invisible. Now, he thought about her nearly every waking minute.
Suddenly, his cellphone played the ringtone from his favorite game. It was one of his guildmembers.
"Hello."
"Dude. Log on already! If you miss another raid, I think the guild's gonna boot you."
"Fuck..."
Greg stared one last time at the bedroom door, listening for any sign of hope. When none came, he walked back to his room, closed the door and locked it in resignation.
"Alright, alright. I'm logging in..." he muttered before ending the call. Then he muttered to himself, "and after the raid, I'm gonna finally jack off. So tired of this shit."
About half an hour later later, Greg was already entranced in the world he had been ignoring for the past few weeks. His character formed a large fireball that hurtled towards the monster a few yards away, draining the last of his health.
"Nice hit, Greg!" he heard his friend congratulate him over the group chat.
Just as the guild finished its final preparations for starting the final boss fight, he heard loud knocking on his door. He muted the microphone and yelled, "Go away! I'm busy!"
The knocking ceased and Greg moved his character into the final chamber. As one of the fighters woke up the sleeping dragon, he heard his door unlock. Already lost in casting spells and healing, the teenager didn't even look.
"Hi, baby..." he heard his mother's voice.
"I can't believe you unlocked my door. Please go away, mom. I'm in the middle of the raid."
A voice from the chat piped up, "Keep non-game chatter to a minimum please! Healers, don't get lazy now!"
Suddenly, Greg felt her hand on his mouse wrist. Annoyed, he swatted the hand away and looked up to give his mother a disapproving scowl. However, his anger disappeared completely when he looked up and saw his mother, and his computer chair swiveled until he faced her completely.
"I thought you wanted me to finish what I'd started earlier..." Kathleen said with a demure smile, her pretty face tinged pink. Other than her characteristic turquoise locket and earrings, she wore nothing else.
"Holy shit, mom..." the boy muttered, his eyes studying her sagging breasts capped with huge pink areolae, her pale flabby lower stomach roofed by two visible upper abs, dark pubic hair that ended at her clenched legs. He watched with wide eyes as his mother sunk fell to her knees for the second time that day. He could smell wine on her breath again, just like he had in the hotel room on that day. Unsurprisingly, she didn't wait for him to undo his shorts and fished out his throbbing penis through the fly of his shorts.
"Dude, fuck your mom! Pay attention!" his friend's angry voice echoed from the headphones.
"Can you mute that please, sweetie?" Kathleen asked sweetly as she smiled at him from below, using her long nails to gently scratch up and down the meat of the tender pole.
"I-I'm sorry mom... I-I gotta... They're depending on me..." the conflicted boy reached for his mouse even as his mother's strokes made his head swim.
"Maybe it's time to up the ante." Stacey's voice resonated again in Kathleen's head. She stared at the clear liquid that the thick, purple glans drooled and breathed deeply, the rank male essence making her eyelids flutter. Her rational brain was at a tie, with her maternal instinct for dutiful development countering her innumerable moral objections. Thus, Kathleen let her lust decide and she licked the fluid off the head, relishing its salty flavor.
"Woah!" the teen's attention returned to his mother's ministration before he squeezed his eyes tight and groaned. "Fuckkkkkk whattttt...."
Kathleen used the flat of her tongue to stroke the smooth underside and fleshy head of the cock. Enjoying reducing her teenage brat to her compliant familiar, she smiled even as her lips stretched around the massive glans. Although she'd had a good amount of practice in college, Simon's godawful stamina made blowing him fairly impractical, and her experience had dwindled over the last two decades. Yet, it was clear, as her tongue ran circles over the fleshy organ, that her skills had dissolved whatever concerns the boy had for his guildmates.
"Oh my goddd... urrrrghhhh..." the boy growled through gritted teeth at the intense sensations on his cockhead that slowly moved down the shaft as his mother took more and more of him in her mouth. Meanwhile, her left hand lovingly stroked the base and played with his balls. In complete heaven, the teen muted the annoying chatter on the headphones with his right hand before resting it on his mother's head.
Kathleen felt a hand on the back of her head push down just as she felt the glans tickle her gullet. The sudden pressure drove the rock hard shaft deep in her throat and she withdrew immediately, coughing. She couldn't help but be a little annoyed by her failure at the deepthroat, as she was no novice.
"Oh fuck... sorry mom."
"It's okay, honey... you just surprised me. Wanna try ag-"
Just then, the phone began to ring with Randy's name on the screen. Greg reached out when his mother's hand swatted it away.
"Nuh uh. It's either this or that."
"But mom it's Rand-... ohhhh goddd..." Greg groaned as he looked down to a sight that made him forget about virtually everything else.
His mother had transferred the now spit-lubed cock in her cleavage. Her wedding ring gleamed in the low light of his room as she used both of her hands to suffocate his dong with her breasts. His cockhead disappeared and reappeared at her cleavage, drooling lubricant upon her flushed chest, just below her locket. He studied her thick, red-lipstick-covered lips, spread into an 'O' as she panted from the effort. A thwacking sound similar to the porn he watched filled the room as his groan slapped against her breasts.
"Ohhh fuckkkk that's goodd..." he whispered as the phone began to ring again. His vision blurred as his cock drooled approvingly of the delectable tit-pressure that it was presently buried in.
"Aww babyyy you're drooling so much for me..." Kathleen cooed.
"Aw mommm... I'm gonna commmeee..."
Kathleen released the boy suddenly and rapped him against his thighs, "What'd I say about coming too fast?!"
Greg unwittingly continued to thrust his hips, uselessly flopping his cock against her chest. "Ughh... pleasee... fuckk... sorry momm... it felt so good... "
Kathleen stood up, looking down at her penitent son. "Well, at least don't be so selfish," she muttered, kicking the lever of the adjustable chair to drop it to its nadir and stepping forward.
Still ignoring his phone, now ringing anew once again, the teen found himself nearly face to face with his mother's bellybutton, but his eyes hungrily fixated on the messy patch of dark pubic hair and the promising outline of puckered labia. Almost by instinct, he bent forward until the tangy smell that had enchanted him earlier filled his nostrils. "Wha do you mean?" he asked dreamily.
Kathleen placed one hand on her hip while lovingly stroking her boy's hair with the other as he sniffed her pussy, "Yes you do, silly boy. Don't forget I know what kind of porn you watch."
The phone rang again for the umpteeth time, vibrating angrily against the desk. The boy it was intended for and his mother were currently ensconced in a 69, completely unaware. The large, chubby boy lay with his head on his pillow, his fingers digging into his mother's hips, pulling her fat ass into his face. Her relatively smaller body lay atop him, her knees making dents in the bed next to his love handles, and her hands and head bobbed up and down to pleasure his pole.
Kathleen practiced taking him in her throat again, only able to get about halfway. She panted as she released the boy's dong from her gullet, strings of saliva and precum dripping from her face. She imagined the sensation of being split apart, and as she felt the teenager's strong tongue's hungry licks against her gushing opening. When she felt him begin to tense, she withdrew her ministrations and squeezed the base of his shaft hard, delaying his climax and making him whelp. The head wept precum, a pitious purple pleading for release.
On the other side, for his first time, the boy was not doing too badly at all and seemed to have a natural talent for lapping labia. After just a 20-minute lession with his knees on his bedroom floor, he'd made her sploosh over his gaming chair. To reward him, she'd pulled him onto his bed into the 69 he'd masturbated to on their very first rendez-vous. Although she'd had to delay his nut quite a few times, he'd had her shaking and crying out several times over the past hour. It'd helped that Kathleen hadn't had her pussy licked in years, but her teenager's undeniably enthusiastic, if amateur, cunnilingus was quite effective.
"Ohhhhh yessss... sweetieeee... eat that pussyyyy..." she whined in a voice Greg had never heard before.
Between the heady, dank smell overpowering his nostrils and the sour flavor that overwhelmed his mouth, the teen was undergoing a religious experience even without the divine sensations in his nethers. He was a man possessed and he ate the pussy before him with a hunger borne of a starvation that he'd never known. He wanted this to go on forever, but the intense sensations slathering the entirety of his tortured penis were bringing the inevitable near. His mother had artfully retreated whenever she felt his climax building, but he was already far above his limit and raring to blow.
"M-mom I c-can't hol... pleeeease let me cu... mmmmpphhh!!!"
"J-just a little more sweetie. Ohhhh mommmy's sooooo closeeee... pleeeaseee.... yessss... yesss.. YESSSSSS.. GREEGGGGG!!!!"
Greg felt his mother's hips buck wildly as he heard her squeal. As with the other times she'd climaxed on him tonight, clear, sour liquid began splashing upon his lips. The empyrean sensation of making his mother climax along with the vice grip on his cock was more than the boy could bear. He grunted and tried to hold back his voice, but was soon braying like an ass as his soul left his cockhead in thick rope after rope into the air. As he ejected a month's worth of built up nut, his vision clouded and he passed out.
When he woke up later, the room was dark and he was alone, tucked away nude under the covers. "U FUCKED US! UR OUT OF THE GUILD! FUCK U!!!" was the latest text on his phone screen.
Greg shook his mouse to reactivate his screen. His character's dead body lay alone next to the dragon, now once again sleeping; the entire guild must have been wiped out.
Yet, as he sighed and remembered the incredible experience that had just transpired, he realized that he didn't really care.
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Months later, Greg paced home eagerly. He hadn't been able to stop shaking from excitement since the moment in first period when he had seen his mother's text response to the picture of the "A+" he'd gotten on his test: "50 points!"
Greg's cock had hardened into diamond instantly in a Pavlovian response.
After their intense rendez-vous, things had returned to normal by next morning, to his great disappointment. However, upon his dejected return home, he was pleased to find his mother dropping his shorts onto to the kitchen floor within minutes. As he gritted his teeth to do everything he could from coming in the hands currently gently massing his shaft, he listened to his mother inaugurate a point system to help motivate his grades on homework, quizzes, and tests. Working on his athleticism also offered chances to earn. The prizes required spending of points as thus: 10 points bought him a French kiss, 20 points a lapdance, 30 points a handjob, 40 points a titjob, and 50 points a blowjob. He roared his assent scarcely after she'd finished her explanation; she did not look pleased with him when five minutes later she was wiping an absurd volume of jism from her hands, shirt, and floor.
To his own surprise, the system had worked fantastically. He'd never been more motivated in his life.
French kisses were cheap and quick pick-me-ups, and his mother had a preternatural sense for his mood. When the cost of his toils caused his spirit to flag, she would ambush him when they were alone and push him against the wall, her lips pressed to his. The dry hump that accompanied the embrace came free and early on made him blow his loads to her clear disappointment; now committed to his improvement, he'd not lost control in months.
Their morning workouts became exciting ways to start the day. Just like him, his mom kept getting in better and better shape, and her workout outfits got smaller and smaller. Even better, behind their first locked door of the day, his mom would change in front of him. Watching her undress down to just a pair of panties was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, and he wished he could retroactively go back in time and watch her change every day.
The home gym was also an excellent opportunity to gain points. Unfortunately, he often spent whatever points he earned given his rampant horniness; just this morning, he'd emptied out his account to watch those panties grind on his bulging underwear, his shaft poking out from the waistband, drooling precum onto his flattening stomach. As a side effect of his training, he lasted too long and even had to take over frotting against her. Although he'd never actually been inside a woman, the experience of thrusting against one was exhilarating and he felt like he was high. Unfortunately, they ran out of time and he focused hard on schoolwork to ignore his aching balls all day.
Despite the increased pressure for success, the system was also an outlet for his stresses and frustrations.
The Tuesday prior, he had accidentally missed a stellar goal-scoring opportunity at a home game, neutering a likely win into a tie. Previously, he would have beaten himself up silently for hours while sulking in front of a video game. Now his mother's caresses and reassurances during the drive home kept his guilt at bay until the garage doors shut completely. On her advice, he cashed in 40 points and within 30 minutes, his bulbous glans erupted his frustrations in liquid form onto the flushed and sweaty tits, neck, mouth, and face that had tested his endurance. Now refreshed, he successfully tackled his heavy homework load for the night, his restlessness appeased by the mental snapshot of his mother's smiling face as she pushed her enormous tits together to better cover his thick dong.
Back in the present, his phone buzzed again - he had to put it out of sight when the teacher looked back at him dirtily. He sought a hall pass when he saw that his mother had sent him a video from work with caption "NSFW". A fw minutes later, the teen watched the video of his mother in a bathroom stall similar the one he was currently in. She smiled sweetly at him, mouthing "I love you" before blowing him a kiss. Then she turned the phone downwards: she'd undone her work blouse and teasingly began to pop one of her breasts out of her brassiere. The video ended just before she'd shown her nipple, but the horny teen had already moistened his boxers with precum.
While the huge milf boobs definitely helped, the main reason for the boy's arousal was what the video signified. This was now the third video that she had texted him like this. It had cost no points and she had never announced its didactic purpose. This was part of a growing trend. When they had started, she always needed to down a few glasses before engaging him like a math tutor. For the past month, she'd been increasingly playful, despite being stone cold sober.