<h4>Chapter 142: Mom''s Form for Sexual Exploration_1</h4>
This story is purely fictional, and all character contained with this
story are over the age of 18.
(MF, inc, cockold, oral,c)
Mom''s Form for Sexual Exploration
By Klrxo
Charlene''s voice trembled as she sat next to her sister, ire. The
tears streaming down her face were a testament to the weight of her
words. "I''m such a failure as a mother," she sniffled, her shoulders
shaking.
ire''s eyes widened in surprise. "You are not. Why would you even
say that?"
A deep, heavy sigh escaped from Charlene''s lips. "I was talking to
Tiffany, my son''s girlfriend yesterday... and she told me the worst
thing a mother could possibly hear."
ire leaned in closer, her expression filled with concern. "What did
she tell you?"
Tears continued to flow as Charlene replied, "She told me she loves
Eddie and doesn''t wanna break up with him, but that he''s the worst
guy she''s ever been with when ites to having sex." The words
felt like a physical blow, heavy and suffocating. Charlene''s heart
ached with disappointment and guilt as she ryed the painful
confession.
ire''s gasp echoed through the room, her hand flying to cover her
open mouth in shock. "Oh no," she whispered, her heart aching for
her sister, Charlene.
"I should have been more careful with his sexual education,"
Charlene''s voice was strained and filled with regret. "I should have
made sure he had the skills necessary to please a woman."
ire tried to offer words offort but knew there was nothing she
could say to ease her sister''s pain. The thought of a woman being
disappointed by her son''sck of sexual prowess was unbearable.
Determined not to experience that same level of shame with her own
son, Eric, ire felt a fierce determination ignite within her. She
would make sure her son was fully prepared for the intimate world of
women.
Weekster, as ire''s husband, Fred, walked past his son''s
bedroom, his eyes caught the sight of something peculiar hanging on
the doorknob. Upon closer inspection, he realized they were his
wife''s dainty thong panties. His curiosity piqued, he carefully removed
them from the handle and made his way into the kitchen to confront
his wife about their presence in their son''s room. The thin whitece
fabric with floralce edging felt delicate between his fingers as he
held onto them, wondering what could have led to this strange
discovery.
"Honey, why were these hanging on Eric''s door handle? Aren''t these
yours?" fred asked.
ire turned away from the sizzling stove, her oversized tit-melons
swaying beneath the loose fabric of her nightgown. She shifted her
gaze to the delicate panties in her husband''s hand, then fixed him
with a sharp re of annoyance. "Yes, they are mine," she dered
firmly, her voiceced with frustration.
"What are they doing on Eric''s door handle?"
"That''s between Eric and I, Fred. It doesn''t really concern you."
Fred''s heart raced as he tried to make sense of his wife''s response.
How could it not concern him? He was Eric''s father, after all. "ire, I
think we need to talk about this. It''s not something we can just brush
aside," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "It''s our son''s behavior
we''re talking about.
ire let out an exasperated sigh, cing the spat down on the
counter. She was a beautiful dark-haired 38-year-old, who had given
birth weeks ago to her third child, shortly after her chat with Charlene.
Her voluptuous bosom was a veritable milk-factory, nearly bursting
from the confines of her silk nightgown. Her breasts swayed heavily
with each movement, the weight of them tantly evident. Her round,
supple bubble butt curved out like two perfectly formed half moons,
swaying seductively with each step she took on her long, toned legs.
Every movement was a graceful dance, drawing attention to the
curves and contours of her enticing figure. She turned to face Fred,
her eyes filled with a annoyance. "Fred, I understand your concerns,
but this is something Eric and I have already discussed," she
exined, her tone softer now. "It''s a part of growing up—a natural
curiosity."
Fred furrowed his brow, struggling toprehend what ire was
implying. "Curiosity?" he repeated skeptically. "But these are your...
panties, ire."
"Yes, they are," ire affirmed, her voice steady. "And it''s important
for us to respect Eric''s privacy and personal journey. He''s exploring
his own desires and interests, just like any teenager would."
Fred''s mind began to race with conflicting emotions. He understood
the concept of adolescence and curiosity, but finding his son in
possession of his wife''s intimate clothing was something he couldn''t
easily dismiss. "But, ire, how did they even get there?" he asked,
his voice trembling slightly.
"Eric puts them on his door handle when he''s through with them so I
can put them in the wash?"
"How''s he even getting them though? Is he sneaking into our room
and going through yourundry hamper?"
"No, honey, it''s not like that. There''s nothing secretive going on.
When Eric needs a pair to use he just asks me," ir confessed.
Fred was hit with a wave of shock and disbelief. He couldn''t
prehend how his son could openly ask his mother for her
underwear. "Wait, so when he asks you, you just walk into our room
and get him a pair?" he questioned.
His wife let out a smallugh and yfully shook her head. "You
really don''t understand panty fetishes, do you?"
"Apparently not."
"When Eric asks for my panties, it''s important that I give him the ones
that I have on," ire exined.
"But why?" Fred asked, genuinely baffled.
ire gave him a knowing smirk, as if she was about to share a little
secret. "Because, when they''re worn, Fred, they carry my scent. It''s a
part of a woman that a boy craves."
Fred''s mind whirled with the implications of what ire was saying.
He knew about the carnal desires of teenagers, but this was
something he''d never even considered. "And you''re okay with this?"
She nodded. "Yes, I''m fine with it. It''s all part of him learning about
his desires and exploring his sexuality. I see it as a normal part of
growing up. He''s just curious, Fred. He''s not doing anything hurtful or
dangerous."
"Yes, but it just seems so...weird and wrong."
"You''d be surprised by howmon it is," said his wife with a small
smile, turning back to the skillet sizzling on the stove. "In fact, most of
the moms I know have some sort of panty arrangement with their
sons. It can be a powerful motivator." She sprinkled in some spices
and continued, "Eric and I even have an agreement that if his grades
ever slip, there will be no more panties."
Fred couldn''t believe what he was hearing. His wife was casually
discussing their son''s fascination with her underwear and even
admitting to providing them for his use. It took a moment for him to
process the information, but he finally managed to stutter out, "So...
you... just... give them to him whenever he asks?"
ire nodded, a small smirk ying on her lips. "Yes, I do. It''s a part
of our routine now. Eric enjoys it when I slip the panties straight off
my body, so he can experience them while they''re still warm and
fragrant. Plus, there''s something about a boy watching his mother
slide her delicate panties down her smooth shaven legs that
heightens his senses and adds to the pleasure."
"You take your panties off right in front of him?" Fred asked in horror.
"Of course," his wife answered. "It''s essential for a young man to
have some visual stimtion before masturbating."
Fred stood there, utterly stunned. His mind raced with a mixture of
shock, confusion, and disbelief. He couldn''t believe the openness
with which his wife was discussing their son''s... fetish.
"But why?" he stammered. "Why are you okay with this?"
ire''s lips curved into a smile, her eyes filled with understanding.
"Fred, you have to realize that Eric is still a young man, only just
beginning to discover the world of women. Part of that discovery
involves seeing them naked, learning their scent and taste - all vital
things for someone his age to learn."
Fred, however, couldn''t shake off the lingering unease. He couldn''t
prehend how his wife could so easily discuss their son''s fetish, let
alone participate in it without any qualms. "But isn''t there a point
where we should draw the line? Is this really what our son needs to
learn?" he protested.
"Naturally, there is a limit to everything," ire reassured him. "As I
mentioned earlier, there''s an agreement with Eric. If his grades slip,
then there will be no more panties for him to enjoy."
"I don''t think there should be any panties, period. It''s not normal."
"Fred, you''re undermining his natural curiosity," ire countered, her
voice firm. "This is just a phase he''s going through, and if we deny
him the opportunity to explore, he might seek those experiences
elsewhere."
"Elsewhere?" Fred''s voice trembled with concern. "Like with another
girl?"
"No, Fred," ire shook her head, her eyes softening. "I mean, the
inte, or magazines, or who knows where else. This way, I can
ensure he''s being educated about the right things, in a controlled
environment."
The thought of his son exploring the world of adult content on his own
made Fred''s blood run cold. He could almost feel his heart stop for a
moment, but he quickly gathered himself. "Alright, maybe you''re
right," he conceded, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I don''t like
it."
"You need to stop being so selfish and trust that I know what''s best
for our son," ire retorted, her tone sharper than before. "Fred, I''ve
been taking care of Eric ever since he was born. I''ve dealt with
toddler tantrums, teenage hormones, and everything in between. I
know what I''m doing, and I know this is the best way to handle
Eric''s... situation."
The sound of a crying baby drifted from the nursery. "Can you wrap
up here, honey? I have to go upstairs and attend to the little one,"
ire said.
The smell of breakfast wafted into Eric''s room, rousing him from his
sleep. He padded down the hallway and saw his mother in the
nursery, sitting in the rocking chair while feeding the baby. "Hey,
mom," he whispered, not wanting to disturb the child.
"Good morning, sweetheart," ire said, giving him a soft smile.
Eric''s gaze traveled up her curvaceous figure, starting at her perfectly
painted toenails and ending at the huge, naked tit-melon that was
covering his younger sister as she nursed. He could feel arousal
stirring within him even though he had only been looking at her for a
few moments.
A mischievous grin spread across ire''s face as she observed him
fidgeting ufortably. Her eyes darted down to his crotch, fixated
on the growing tent forming beneath the fabric of his boxer-briefs.
She couldn''t help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction at the
sight, like a teasing cat ying with its prey.
"Are you okay, little muffin?" his mother asked, a twinkle of
amusement in her eyes.
"Yeah, just a bit... you know..." Eric stuttered, trying to hide the bulge
growing in his shorts.
"It''s okay, sweetheart," ire reassured him. "That''s only natural. It''s
good for you to be aware of your desires. It''s part of growing up."
Eric''s face flushed with surprise and embarrassment as his mother
continued, "There''s no shame in understanding your body and what it
craves."
ire took note of his reaction as she uncrossed her smooth, shaven
legs. She exfoliated daily and used coconut oil to give them a silky
soft sheen. The mother parted her thighs, giving him a glimpse of the
crotch of her beige panties peeking out from under her nightgown.
Eric gulped, staring in fascination at the crotch of her most delicate
attire. The beige fabric was sheer mesh and appeared to be damp in
the crotch, clinging to herbia. He could see the puffy outline of her
womanhood beneath the thin barrier, the dampness betraying its
existence. His heart raced as he became entranced by the sight
before him.
"There you go, sweetheart," she said, knowing she had just given him
a tiny glimpse of heaven while patting the sleeping baby on her back.
"Now go on and get dressed so you can eat breakfast."
Eric nodded, his gaze still locked onto her crotch. He couldn''t tear his
eyes away from the damp fabric that encased her sex, as if it were a
forbidden fruit. A sudden rush of desire coursed through him, his
body yearning for more.
ire, however, noticed her son''s fixation on her crotch. She smiled
knowingly, basking in the forbidden, erotic disy. This was her
moment to take control.
"You know, Eric," she began in a sultry voice. "I don''t think I''ve given
you my panties when they''re wet before."
"Wet?"
Eric asked, astonishment coloring his voice.
"That''s right, honey," ire continued, a wicked smile spreading
across her face. "You see, when moms wear panties, they
sometimes get wet from... well, from us."
Eric''s face flushed bright red as his imagination ran wild with
possibilities. He could already feel the blood rushing to his face.
"If you''re interested," his mother continued, "I can give you a special
pair of panties after I''ve made them wet," she offered. "You''d have to
do a little something for me in return though."
"A little something?" Eric asked, his voice barely audible. He couldn''t
believe what he was hearing.
ire''s smile widened, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Yes, see,
some of the moms have been raving about the health benefits of
sperm. Not just any sperm...young, virile sperm like yours."
"Oh, they have?"
"Uh-huh. How would you feel about making a trade, a few times a
week. My wet panties for your... ''product''?" She batted her eyshes
and bit her bottom lip, yfully exaggerating her sultry moment.
Hearing this, Eric''s eyes lit up with excitement as he eximed, "I
would definitely be on board with that!"
ire couldn''t help but chuckle at her son''s enthusiasm. "Good. As
soon as you get home from school I''ll soak my panties for you. You
better get going though or you''ll bete."
"Bye, mom,"Eric said, smiling widely as he turned to leave.
Once Eric had left the room, ire let out a sigh of relief. She
wondered for a moment how she could have Eric capture his
ejactions for her. Blowing his wad into a condom made the most
sense, but she didn''t want to deprive Eric from feeling the exquisite
friction on his naked ns while he beat off. She decided to get
advice from the other moms who''d been doing it for awhile.
"How are you guys getting the sperm from your son''s penis into to the
mixing cup?" she asked her friends over coffeeter that morning.
Her busty, dirty-blonde friend, Emily, was the first to answer. "I
usually have him ejacte directly into the mixing cup. Young semen
has such a rich taste when it''s freshly pumped from the balls," she
shared.
"For a young man, sometimes it can be awkward and ruin the
experience to ejacte into a cup. However, there is a special sex
toy avable that works perfectly for this purpose," ire''s
redheaded friend, Pam, shared.
"A sex toy? What kind of sex toy?" ire asked, intrigued.
"It''s called the Sperm Collector," Pam exined. "It''s designed to be
worn like a condom and actually pumps the penis to ejaction. The
wide rim catches all the semen while allowing the penis to move
freely for a more pleasurable experience."
"That sounds perfect," ire said, her mind already racing with ideas.
"Does it stimte the ns? Are you sure it won''t diminish his
pleasure at all?"
"Not at all," Rachael chimed in. "In fact, Tim says he loves using it
when he masturbates. He says it feels like he''s cumming inside a
warm, wet pussy."
"Especially when it''s used with heated lubricant," Pam added. "It feels
magical on a boy''s penile flesh and really stimtes the nerve
endings."
ire''s eyes widened in delight. "I''v gotta get one of those for Eric.
To think, all these years I''ve been making him clean up after every
spill, and here he could have been enjoying the process mess free."
"And he can still enjoy the sensation of your silk panties around the
flesh of his cock. He just won''t be cumming into them like he''s done
before," said Rachael, a knowing smile on her face. "It''s a win-win for
everyone."
"You''ll definitely notice a difference in the way you feel after you start
adding his semen to your protein shakes every morning," Pam
added, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You''ll have more energy,
clearer skin, and an overall sense of vitality."
"And it tastes amazing too," said Emily, licking her lips at just the
though of her son''s vorful semen.
"It sure does," Rachael agreed. "I can''t stand the taste of my
husband''s sperm, but Sean''s young semen is like nectar. Sweet and
tangy, with a hint of salt. I think I''m actually bing addicted to it."
"You''re making me hungry just thinking about it," ire joked,
ughing along with her friends.
"Well, you''ll have a constant supply now," Pam said, winking at her.
"So true," Emily added. "There are certain things in life you can count
on, and teenage sons masturbating is one of them."
The moms all burst intoughter, their conversation filled with a mix
of naughtiness and excitement.
"Speaking of masturbation," said ire, "I''m wondering just how wet
to make my panties for Eric. I don''t wanna shock him, but I do wanna
make sure they''re plenty moist and fragrant when I give them to him."
"That''s a great question," Pam replied, her eyes twinkling with
mischief. "At first, the key is to get your panties wet, but not too wet.
You want them to be saturated with arousal, but not so much that
they''re dripping. It''s all about the anticipation, my dear. The thought of
your son knowing that his mother was just wearing those panties, and
that they''re imbued with your feminine essence, will be enough to
make him absolutely wild with desire."
"True," Emily agreed. "Once Tim started getting used to seeing my
panties damp, that''s when I started squirting while wearing them
during masturbation and really saturaturated them. He''d spend hours
using them, jacking off.
"So, I need to build up to it if I want to start soaking my panties for
Eric?" ire asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Yes," Rachael said, nodding her head. "Start with just a little bit of
dampness, and work your way up. You don''t want to overwhelm him
with your womanly fluids. Think of it like a slow-burning seduction."
"Okay," ire said, nodding in agreement. "So, what''s the best way
to make them moist and fragrant, then?"
Pam was quick to share an idea. "One way is to wear them while
you''re aroused. Maybe when you''re watching TV, cooking, or even
just rxing. Just make sure to adjust your sitting position so your
pussy is pressed nice and snug against the fabric of the panties. The
heat and moisture from your vulva will work their magic."
Emily chimed in. "When you wanna soak your panties with cum, just
incorporate them into your masturbation routine like I do. Rub your clit
while wearing them, let yourself get really turned on, and then finish
yourself off. That way, your juices will seep right into the gusset of the
fabric," she suggested.
"And I don''t know about you guys," Rachael added, "but I always let
my son remove my panties. Why not let him experience the thrill of
peeling a girl''s panties off her aroused pussy, rather than just handing
them to him.
"God, that''s so true," Pam nodded. "It makes the experience so much
more intimate and exciting. He''ll feel like he''s earned them."
"So, to sum it all up, I should start with a little dampness and build up,
incorporate my panties into my self-pleasure routine, and let Eric
remove them from me?" ire asked, her mind buzzing with
excitement.
"Bingo!" Rachael eximed. "Just remember, this whole process is
about pleasure, enjoyment, and building their confidence. Don''t forget
to have fun with it. After all, isn''t that what being a mom is all about?"
"That sounds like a n," ire said, smiling at her friends. "I can''t
wait to get started."
And so, armed with newfound knowledge and excitement, ire
began her journey into the world of mommy-son sperm trading.
Later that day, just before Eric was due home from school, ire
reached down beneath her skirt and began to gently rub her clit
through her panties. She knew this was exactly what she needed to
do to wet her panties just enough for Eric. She could already feel the
warmth building between her legs as her vaginal muscles began to
tighten and loosen.
ire slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties and
adjusted them, pressing her slick pussy against the fabric. She
moaned softly as the pressure against her swollen clit now felt even
more intense. The material of her panties felt wet beneath her
fingertips as she continued to rub herself.
Her mind wandered to thoughts of Eric, imagining him spawled on his
bed, beating his teenage boner while holding her panties to his nose.
As she neared her climax, ire knew she had to be careful. She
didn''t want to soak her panties too much, but still needed to leave a
noticeable wet spot for Eric to find.
With a final, shaking breath, ire finger-fucked herself through her
panties, causing her juices to leak out and saturate the material. The
hot fluid originated from secretory nds located near her urethra,
known as the Skene''s nds. The sensation was intense, and she
could feel the moisture between her cuntal nges.
ire knew she had achieved what she set out to do. She quickly
stood up and adjusted her skirt, feeling the slick, wet sensation
between her legs.
As she waited for Eric toe home, she couldn''t help but feel a
sense of excitement and anticipation. She knew that her n had
worked, and that her son would soon being home to a treat that
she had so carefully prepared.
When Eric finally arrived home, ire greeted him with a warm smile
and some casual conversation. As they sat in the living room, ire
could tell that Eric''s eyes were drawn to her body. First her huge tits,
which she knew was his favorite part of her. She wore a button up ribknit
tee with her skirt, leaving several buttons undone to allow him to
admire her tremendous tit-cleavage. Eric''s eyes then moved to her
hips with peculiar interest. She knew that he could smell the aroma of
her wet panties, and it was driving him wild with curiosity.
"I bought you something today, but it won''t be here until tomorrow,"
said ire. She had paid the extra for rushed delivery for his Sperm
Collector and couldn''t wait for Eric to try it out.
Eric''s eyes widened, and his smile grew wider. "Really? What is it?"
he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"Well," ire began, her eyes twinkling with amusement, "it''s a new
dick sleeve. It''s like a Fleshlight, but specifically designed just for
teenage boys like you. It''s called the ''Sperm Collector,'' and it''s meant
to help you collect and store your precious seed like a pro."
"No way!" Eric eximed, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Is it
like a sex toy? Can I use it to jerk off?" he asked, his voice highpitched
with anticipation.
ire could tell that Eric was bing even more anxious, so she
decided to y along. "Yes, I suppose it is a sex toy. You can use it
to collect your sperm and even jerk off into it. It''s made from a special
material that helps to preserve the freshness and potency of your
semen, so we can pour it right into my protein shakes."
"But," she added, "I must warn you, it''s not your average jerk-off toy.
It''s designed to be a bit more challenging, to make you work harder
for your reward. There are several levels of resistance that you''ll have
to ovee to collect your load."
Eric''s eyes widened. "Really? Do you think I can handle it?" he
asked, his voice cracking.
"Of course you can," ire replied reassuringly. "It''s designed for
teenage boys like you. You''re strong and full of energy. But
remember, it''s not a race. Take your time and enjoy the sensation
when you''re using it."
Eric couldn''t believe his luck. He had always been curious about girls''
panties, but he never thought he would get a mom who would share
hers with him. He couldn''t wait to try out the Sperm Collector and see
what all the fuss was about.
His mom continued speaking. "For today though you can just cum
into my wet panties like you normally do. I''ll scrape your fresh load of
semen into my mixing cup the best I can."
"Wet panties?" Eric asked, his voice high-pitched with anticipation.
"Yes, sweetie," ire replied with a smile. "I was rubbing my clit
earlier to make sure my panties are extra moist and fragrant for you."
"Can I have them?" Eric asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Of course, you can have them," ire responded, her voice dripping
with seduction, " but you have to take them off me first."
ire sat on the edge of the sofa, her mostly bare legs stretched out
in front of her. Her skin glimmered with a soft sheen, almost like satin.
Her feet were arched, toes gripping the floor, highlighting the toned
muscles in her legs. She could sense her son''s anxiety. "Don''t be
afraid, sweetheart. Have you ever taken a girl''s panties off before?"
He shook his head.
"Then let me show you how," ire said, smiling. "Just slide your
hands up under the hem of my skirt, and feel for the waistband of my
panties."
Eric knelt in front of her, took a deep breath and did as he was told.
He had never been between his mom''s parted legs before and it was
it was quite a rush. His hands trembled slightly as he slowly inched
them up, until he felt the stic band of her panties.
"You''ve got them, son," ire said softly. "Now, just hook your
fingers over the band and pull them down slowly, feeling the
dampness and the scent of my arousal. And remember, take your
time, we''re in no hurry."
Eric bit his lip and took a deep breath, concentrating on the feel of his
mother''s skin under his fingertips. He slowly began to pull the panties
down, his eyes narrowing with anticipation as the fabric stretched taut
over her mound, exposing a hint of her damp flesh.
He felt the moisture between her legs as the panties grew wetter, and
the damp fabric clung to his fingertips. ire moaned softly as Eric
pulled the panties further down her thighs, feeling the pleasure build
in her body as he revealed more of her private parts to him.
"That''s it," she murmured. "Just a little more. You''re doing great."
Finally, the panties were at her ankles, and Eric hesitated, his eyes
wide with awe at the sight before him. ire looked down at him, her
eyes full of need and desire.
"Finish the job, sweetheart," she said softly. "Pull them off me and
take a good look at what you''ve done."
Eric took a deep breath and finished pulling the panties off ire''s
feet. He gazed at her wet, shaved pussy, flushed and glistening with
arousal. He could barely believe his eyes, feeling a surge of lust and
hunger coursing through his veins. Then, he looked at her dainty
panties, the damp fabric making his eyes fill with wonder.
"Go ahead," ire whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Take a sniff.
You''ve earned it."
Eric hesitated for a moment, then brought the panties to his nose,
inhaling deeply. The scent hit him like a freight train, filling his nostrils
with the heady aroma of his mother''s arousal.
"Oh my god," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "They
smell so strong."
He breathed in deeply once more, savoring the scent, but then he
wondered about the taste. He brought the damp fabric to his lips and
took a tentative lick. The vor was unmistakable, rich and sweet, like
nothing he had ever tasted before.
"Do you like it?" ire asked, her voice soft and seductive.
Eric nodded, his eyes wide and dazed. "It''s amazing," he whispered,
still unable to believe the situation he found himself in. "I love the
taste."
"I can see that," ire said, her voice low and sultry. Her eyes darted
down to his crotch, lingering on the thick b of his bulging boy-meat.
"You''re fully hard, aren''t you?"
Eric blushed and nodded, feeling the bulge in his pants flex with
hardness.
"Well then," ire said, standing up and giving him a sultry look.
"Why don''t you rush to your room and take care of that. You''re gonna
really enjoy those panties. I think it''ll bring your masturbation to a
whole new level of excitement."
Eric didn''t need to be told twice. He jumped up from the floor and
dashed to his room, his mind racing with thoughts of his mother''s wet
panties and the taste of her arousal.
As he closed the door and locked it, he fumbled with his pants,
desperate to release his erection. He yanked his pants down and
pulled out his boner, which was throbbing with need. He looked down
at it, marveling at how hard it was, how much he wanted it to be
inside his mother.
He grabbed his mom''s panties from the nightstand and took a deep
breath, inhaling the scent once more. It was overwhelming,
intoxicating, and made him harder than ever. He then took a small
taste, savoring the sweet, musky vor.
Hey down on his bed and spread the panties over his erection,
feeling the damp fabric against his skin. The silky fabric was warm
and soft, and he could feel the moisture spreading over his cock. He
closed his eyes and imagined his mom''s body pressed against his,
feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy against his penis.
He began to rub the panties against his cock, feeling the friction and
the sensation of the damp fabric against his skin. He moaned softly,
letting out a stream of small, high-pitched noises, and gripped the
panties tightly, rubbing his cock more vigorously.
He couldn''t believe how good it felt, like nothing he had ever
experienced before. He was imagining his mom''s face, her eyes
gazing down at him as he pleasured himself, and he was so turned
on that he knew he wouldn''tst long.
He started to thrust harder, pushing the panties against his cock,
feeling the dampness spread over his penis, and he moaned louder,
his body tensing with each thrust.
He felt the familiar sensation building in his groin, the heat and
pressure growing stronger with each passing second. He knew it was
time, and he clenched his fists, bracing himself for the explosion.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Eric cried out, his voice high with excitement as he
came. His body shook with each spurt, and he could feel the warm,
sticky liquid coating the crotch of the panties.
Hey there, panting heavily, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He
couldn''t believe how good it felt, and he knew that he would never be
able to go back to the way things were before he started using his
mom''s panties.
"What are you making?" ire''s husband asked when he arrived
hometer.
"A protein shake," his wife replied, scraping Eric''s gooey semen off
the gusset of her panties.
"Are those your panties?" Fred asked in shock.
"Yes, Eric was using them earlier. I''m just cleaning out all his semen
before I throw them in the wash," she answered. ire inhaled
deeply, Savoring the intoxicating scent. It was a heady mix of musk
and desire, lingering in the air like a promise of pleasures toe. It
was a powerful reminder of the raw, primal energy that had just been
released in her son''s bedroom, and ire relished in it, savoring
everyst drop of its essence.
Her husband interjected, "Wait a minute, why are you adding his
sperm to your shake?"
"A lot of moms are doing it now. It''s all the rage," ire replied,
mixing the concoction in her blender. "Apparently, it''s high in protein
and other nutrients, and it''s a natural way to enhance your health and
sexual vitality."
Fred stared at her in disbelief, his eyes widening as he took in the
implications of what she was saying. "You''re telling me you''re
drinking your son''s semen?" he asked, his voice barely above a
whisper.
"I exined it to you yesterday. I trade my panties for what he fills
them with. It''s a mutually beneficial arrangement - I assist him, and
he assists me."
ire leaned back and took a sip of her shake. The taste was unlike
anything she had ever experienced before. It was sweet and tangy,
with a hint of saltiness that lingered on her tongue. She could taste
her son''s essence in every sip.
"ire, that''s disgusting!" her husband scowled, watching her lick the
scrumptious cream from her lips.
"It''s not disgusting. It''s natural, and good for my body," she replied,
her voice calm and confident. "It''s a modern form of nourishment,
Fred. You should be happy that I''m getting myself back in shape after
having the baby."
"But this is wrong," Fred insisted. "You can''t be drinking that stuff."
"Oh, don''t be so prudish, Fred. It''s just semen. It''s a natural part of life
and sexuality."
"But it''s from your son!" he eximed, disgust clear in his voice. "You
never asked me for MY semen."
"Not to sound cruel, but you have middle-aged man semen and it
tastes disgusting. Eric''s cum is fresh, delicious, and full of vitality. I''m
sure your crusty old cum would taste like spoiled milk by
parison."
"Gee, thanks."
"I''m not being mean, honey, I''m just stating the facts. Besides, it''s my
choice to make. I''m a grown woman, and I can drink whatever I want.
If you want to continue being upset about it, then that''s your problem,
not mine."
Fred sighed heavily, defeated. He knew that arguing wouldn''t do any
good. He just had to hope that ire would eventually tire of this
crazy new lifestyle they seemed to be living.
ire finished gulping down her shake and gave him a satisfied
smile. "So, what do you want for dinner tonight?"
"Whatever you want," Fred sighed, resigning himself to the fact that
he would never understand his wife''s new obsession.
The next day, when her son returned home from school, ire
excitedly burst into his room with a small box in hand. Her six inch
stiletto slip-on mules clicked delicately against Eric''s floor as she
sashayed towards him, hips swaying and tits jostling beneath her
blouse. "I have something for you!" she announced, beaming with
anticipation.
"Is must be the Semen Collector," said Eric as he tore open the
package. Sure enough, inside the box was thetest model of the
Semen Collector, a device designed to capture and store his semen.
"How does it work?" Eric asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Oh, it''s quite simple. You attach it to your penis, much like a
Fleshlight, but it has a pump on the inside that does all the stroking
for you. It''s suppose to feel just like a real pussy, you can even adjust
the internal sleeve for greater friction. The best part for me is it
collects your semen into a receptacle that detaches, so I can dump it
directly into my shakes" ire exined with a sly smile.
"Can I try it now?"
ire giggled at how eager he was. "Well, I know you''re probably
want panties to your nose while you do this. Want me to get mine a
little wet before you take them off me?"
"Sure!" the boy grinned. "I''ll never pass up an offer like that."
"Bring your new toy ande down to my bedroom," she instructed.
"I''ll get my panties wet then help you practice using it for the first
time."
Eric eagerly followed his mom, feeling the excitement build within
him. He couldn''t wait to try out his new toy and feel the sensation of a
realistic pussy. As she walked ahead, he couldn''t help but stare at the
curve of her hips, highlighted by the tight denim skirt. Her movements
were a sensual dance, her buttocks swaying with every step, and he
couldn''t wait to get to the bedroom and explore all that awaited him
with his new toy.
"Sit down on the edge of the bed, honey,"ire instructed, her voice
sultry as she moved to her bedside table.
Eric''s eyes were glued to her every move as she reached into her
drawer and retrieved a vibrating wand sex toy. He watched in awe as
she sauntered towards him, her ample bosom trembling with each
step. As she settled onto the mattress next to her son, her voluptuous
hips shifted sensually, drawing his gaze even further.
"What''s that for?" Eric asked, staring at the wand.
ire grinned with mischief, her feet slipping out of her heels. "This
will help get my pussy wet for my panty-sniffing sweetheart,"she
purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
With a practiced grace, she swung one leg onto the bed, her foot
confidently nted on the mattress behind him. Her body turned
towards his, and as a result, her thighs syed open, offering Eric a
tantalizing view of thece-edged fabric covering her most intimate
area.
The panties were a deep shade of burgundy, perfectly framing
ire''s womanhood as they stretched across her pubis. Thece
trim added a delicate and alluring touch to the fabric, teasing at what
y beneath.
"I like those," Eric said, his eyes locked on the panties.
ire giggled, "I knew you would. I bought them specifically for you.
Now, let''s get them nice and wet and fragrant."
She clicked on the wand and the vibrations hummed through the air
as it came to life. ire guided the wand over her panty-covered
mons, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body.
Eric watched in fascination, his eyes glued to the panties as they
absorbed the erotic vibrations. He could feel himself growing hard, his
cock straining against his jeans.
ire''s hand moved with fluid and practiced motions, guiding the
vibrating wand over the smooth fabric of her panties. Her body
trembled and her lips parted slightly as she felt the pulsing vibrations
intensify. Eric''s eyes were wide with fascination, his attention solely
focused on the enticing sight before him.
The vibrations grew stronger, and ire''s breathing became heavier,
her body twitching involuntarily with each pass of the wand. Eric
could feel his own breathing growingbored as well, his heart
pounding in his chest.
As the vibrations continued to intensify, ire let out a soft moan, her
body arching slightly, her stiff-nippled tits heaving as she felt the
pleasure building within her. Her eyes were closed, lost in the
sensation, when she suddenly stilled, her body trembling as she
climaxed.
Eric watched in awe, his cock throbbing in his jeans. Seeing his mom
orgasm for the first time was quite the thrilling experience. Her mouth
made noises he''d never heard her make before and the look of
pleasure on her face was absolutely fascinating.
As ire caught her breath and clicked off her toy, she opened her
eyes and grinned at her son. "Have I got a treat for you!" she said,
her voice full of mischief.
"I can''t wait," Eric replied, his excitement growing palpable as he
stared down at her crotch.
"Yesterday you had a pretty easy time removing my panties," said
ire, sprawling back on her bed. "Today we''ll make it a bit more
challenging."
"How so?"
"You''ll likely be removing a girl''s panties during the heat of passion,
so I want youy down here between my legs on top of me and take
them off while I''m clinging to you and kissing on you."
"Really?! You''ll let me do that?" Eric asked, like his ears had
deceived him.
"It''s important that we practice this now, honey, so when you get into
a situation like this with a girl at college you''re not feeling awkward."
Eric eagerly obliged,ying down between his mother''s legs. The feel
of her warm skin under his touch sent shivers down his spine. He
could smell the musky scent of her arousal and hear the soft sounds
of her breath as she moaned and whispered sweet nothings in his
ear. ire resisted the urge to toss her silky limbs around his welltoned
body and squeeze him tightly.
As he fumbled with thece of her panties, she was clutching him,
twisting her fingers in his hair, and kissing his neck passionately.
"That''s it, take them off me, honey" she murmured, her voice thick
with lust.
His hands trembled with abination of eager anticipation and
nervous excitement, as if he held the delicate wings of a butterfly in
his grasp. The smooth fabric of her panties slid down her hips and
legs like liquid, revealing her soft and supple skin underneath. Their
proximity and intimacy sent a surge of electricity through his body,
making his hands shake even more as hepleted the task of
removing her underwear.
As he rose victorious, Eric found himself kneeling between the
expanse of his mom''s thighs, his prize clutched tightly in his hand.
The heat radiating from her bare skin gave him chills, and he couldn''t
help but stare at the glistening folds of her femininity.
With her knees drawn back and her alluring feet suspended in the air,
ire''s smile was a mix of amusement and desire as she watched
her son take in the sight before him - her naked, exposed pussy
begging to be explored.
"Smell them, sweetheart," she encouraged. "Smell what I made just
for you."
Eric brought the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, savoring the
intoxicating scent of his mother''s arousal. It was a heady mix of her
musk and the scent of her creamy juices that had seeped into the
fabric during her passionate climax.
He brought the dampce to his lips, savoring the taste of her on his
tongue. The salty-sweet vor sent a jolt of desire through him, and
he could feel his own cock throbbing with need.
"That''s it," ire purred, her eyes never leaving his. "Taste the
pussy, honey. You don''t have to be embarrassed in front of me."
Eric, feeling a strange sense of pride and arousal, nuzzled his face
into the damp fabric, the scent and taste of his mother''s arousal filling
his senses. He could feel his own cock throbbing with need as he
savored the taste of her on his tongue.
ire''s eyes darted down to his cock-bulge, then back up to his face.
"Isn''t it wonderful?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.
"Uh-huh."
"Doesn''t it make you wanna fuck a girl, honey?" she whispered. "To
slide your erect cock inside her wet pussy and feel the warm, slick
walls of her vagina pulsating around your tender shaft?"
Eric nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, Mom," he replied,
his voice shaky with desire. "It definitely makes me think about that."
ire sat up slightly and patted the mattress beside her. "Lay down
here on your back, and bring the panties and your new Semen
Collector with you."
Eric eagerly obliged, sprawling out beside his mother. "Good, now get
your clothes off while I get your new toy ready for you to use," ire
urged.
Eric quickly removed his clothes, and heard the familiar buzzing
sound as his mom turned on her vibrator. He watched in shock as
sheid down next to him on the bed and started stimting her
naked pussy with it. He was puzzled because she had just mentioned
preparing his toy, but unknown to him, she had a valid reason for
starting with this activity first.
He felt as though he had a front row seat to a forbidden show, sitting
next to his voluptuous mother as she pleasured herself. His eyes
were glued to her supple figure, taking in every movement of her
limber body and the way her jutting breasts rose and fell with each
heavy breath. Unconsciously, his hand reached down and squeezed
his aching boner, unable to tear his gaze away from the alluring sight
before him.
ire caught her son squeezing his cock through the corner of her
eye and grinnedsciviously. "It''s OK, honey, you can pull on it.
Pleasure your cock, there''s no shame here. I''ll exin why I''m doing
this once I finish."
Eric hesitated for a moment before obediently taking his hand and
wrapping it around his cock. He started to mimic the rhythm of the
vibrator, pumping it slowly up and down, watching as his mom''s
pleasure increased.
ire''s eyes widened as she noticed her son matching her
masturbating tempo. "Oh, honey, we''re going at the same pace as if
we''re fucking each other," she moaned, her voice thick with desire.
This was music to Eric''s ears. "That''s cool, right?" he gasped, yaking
his boner with full length strokes.
"Of course it''s cool. It means we enjoy the same sexual rhythm."
"This isn''t wrong for us to do though, is it?" the boy asked, feeling a
tad ashamed.
"We''re not doing anything wrong. We''re just enjoying our bodies
together and discovering new things about each other," ire
answered.
Lying beside one another, their bodies shone with sweat in the muted
glow of the room. With an intense hunger driving them, they each
pleasured themselves with fervor, their eyes fixated on the other''s
nakedness. A wild mix of lust and malice raced through their hearts
as they strove to outdo each other. The scent of sex and desire hung
heavily in the air as they moved with increasing frenzy, determined to
reach new levels of ecstasy.
"I love how you stroke the shaft of your dick, honey, " ire cooed,
her eyes fixed to her boy''s prick. "Make sure you sweep your hand
pletely over your crown with every stroke. The ns are the most
sensitive part of your boner and you wanna make sure you squeeze
on its entire length just like a pussy would if you were fucking a girl."
"Like this?" Eric asked, taking full-length strokes of his teenage cock.
"That''s perfect," ire grinned, watching her boy enjoy the flesh of
his penis. By her estimation, Eric''s boner must have been well over
nine inches in length, the thick stalk bursting with blood-rich veins.
Finally, just before climaxing, ire lifted the wand and gasped
breathlessly. "I think that should do it?"
Eric''s heart pounded in his chest as he clutched his cock, trying to
control his breathing. "What should?" he choked out, his eyes wide
with anticipation.
"The reason I wanted to rub myself first is so we could coat your cock
with natural lubricant," ire exined. "That''ll make your Semen
Collector feel even more like a real pussy."
Eric stared at his mom in disbelief, his erection throbbing harder with
each word she spoke. "So you just... used yourself to get me ready?"
he asked.
"Yes," she answered, then reached down between her legs to gather
her juices on her hand. "See?"
She reached over and rubbed her wet fingers around the head of his
cock, spreading her juices over the sensitive bulb, delighted in how
hot and engorged it felt beneath her fingers. Eric moaned softly, his
eyes locked onto her hand as she coated him with female secretions.
"It makes me so happy to know that my hot, slippery juices will help
you enjoy this even more," ire said, releasing his cock and taking
the Semen Collector from hisp.
She carefully positioned the toy over his erection, sliding it down the
length of his cock and adjusting it to fit snugly against his cock-root.
Eric watched in awe as his mom expertly secured the device, and
since it was made of clear material they could see his boner through
it, making it seem almost like a second skin.
"Are you ready, son?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and
motherly concern.
Eric nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "I think so."
ire leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, brushing her
fat tits against his chest. "This is gonna feel incredible," she
whispered. "Just remember to breathe and let go of any inhibitions
you may have."
"Got it, Mom," Eric replied, his voice shaking with anticipation.
She clicked on the Semen Collector and it buzzed to life, pumping
around the erectile flesh of her son''s cock.
Eric felt an electrical surge run down his spine as the device began to
work its magic on his erection. It was as if his boner hade alive,
pulsating and swelling with every pass of the vibrator. The sensation
was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he could
tell that the toy was providing a much more authentic pussy-like
experience than anything he had ever used.
"Oh, you''re liking that, aren''t you, sweetheart?" ire cooed,
hovering beside him.
"It feels amazing, mom," Eric moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily
as his cock throbbed with pleasure. He couldn''t believe that the
wonderful slipperiness of his prick was from his own mom''s fuck-oil.
"I knew it would," ire mused, her cunt dripping as she watched the
meat of her son''s erection slip through the clear chamber.
Eric''s pink cock-flesh, pressed against the spongy walls, mingled with
her slick fluids and his pre-ejacte and put on a graphic disy
within the transparent cylinder, mesmerizing the mother. "Now, just
imagine that''s it''s pussy wrapped around it, tight and wet."
Eric''s mind raced as he tried to imagine his mom''s pussy around his
cock. The thought of it made him harder than ever, his precum
leaking out of his cockhead, mixing with his mom''s secretions.
ire watched in awe as her son''s cock swelled and pulsated,
entirely under the control of the Semen Collector. She couldn''t help
but reach down and touch herself, feeling the wetness that still clung
to her fingers.
"You see, honey?" ire whispered. "That''s just a sample of what
you''ll feel when a girl is sucking and fucking your cock."
"I love it!" he gasped.
ire leaned down, getting a closer look at her son''s boner as it dug
rhythmically through the tube of the new toy. It was like a majestic
sword, gliding through a velvet sheath, pulsating with a strength and
vigor that could only be matched by the force of a raging river.
"Your cock is so hard," the mother whispered, watching the muscle
and tendons strain at its root. "Just imagine how good it''ll feel when
its wrapped in the pink flesh of a wet pussy."
Eric felt his cock twitch at his mom''s touch, his mind racing with
thoughts of her and the Semen Collector. He could feel the vibrations
pulsing through his member, making it feel as though it were being
stroked by a real pussy, and he knew that he was on the verge of
losing control.
ire wanted to increase the stimtion on his young body, to begin
testing his staying power, so she leaned down across him, pressing
her heavy tits against his lean chest. They felt exquisite to the teen,
even through her tight blouse, nketing him with fluffy softness. Her
breath was warm on his ear. "Let go, baby," she whispered. "Let the
Semen Collector guide you, and let your cock do the rest."
Eric''s body shook as he felt thebined sensations that were
coursing through him. The Semen Collector''s vibrations, the feel of
his mother''s plush body against him, her sweet smelling perfume
lingering in the air, it was all so overwhelming.
ire continued to whisper dirty things in his ear to increase his
excitement level. "Just imagine that you''re fucking the most beautiful
woman in the world," she purred, "with her tight, wet pussy clenching
onto your cock as you thrust deep inside her."
Eric''s mind was swirling with lust, and he could feel his body
responding to his mom''s words. He bucked his hips, driving the his
flexing prick through the clear chamber, wanting to feel the satisfying
friction of a wet pussy.
"That''s it, baby, push harder," ire moaned, her voice thick with
desire. "Fuck her deeper and faster!"
Eric''s body was ame with desire as he thrust deeper and faster into
the Semen Collector, his mind consumed with the vision of his
mother''s pussy clinging to him. ire''s words were like fuel to his
fire, and he could feel the build-up of tension in his loins. "Yes, that''s
it, honey," ire cooed, her voice feather-light. "You''re doing it just
the way girls like it."
As Eric''s pace quickened, so did his breathing. The pleasure was
building, reaching a crescendo as ire continued to whisper dirty
encouragement. Subconsciously, he began to grind his hips against
the striking device seeking to maximize the sensations he was
experiencing.
"Just let go, my darling," ire whispered in his ear. "Let your cock
take you where it wants to go."
Eric''s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his orgasm building like
a tidal wave, crashing against the shores of his pleasure. With each
thrust, the vibrations of the Sperm Collector became more intense,
sending shockwaves through his cock, making every nerve ending
scream in ecstasy.
ire, sensing his impending release, reached down and began to
stroke her son''s cock through the Semen Collector, matching the
rhythm of his thrusts. "That''s it, honey," she cooed, her voice a mix of
motherly concern and lustful fulfillment. "Let it all go."
Eric couldn''t hold back any longer. His body arched and his heart
pounded as he let out a loud groan, his orgasm hitting him like a
freight train. Spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum began to flow into the
Semen Collector, umting in a creamy pool back in the
receptacle chamber.
"That''s my boy...let it wash over you," the mother mewled, making
sure every ounce of his ejaction was milked from his quivering
organ.
"How''s your son liking his new toy?" Pam asked ire as theyy out
at the beach with Rachael in skimpy bikinis, sunning their voluptuous
bodies.
"He''s loving it," ire replied with a smirk. "He ejacted four times
yesterday using it."
"That''s about how many times Darren is using his," Rachael chimed
in. "Do you notice how much sweeter the boys cum tastes when they
have a powerful ejaction?"
Pam turned to look at Rachael, a sly grin on her face. "I definitely do.
It''s like their testosterone turns into pure honey when they reach that
point." She paused to lick her lips, as if savoring the memory of the
st time she tasted her son''s release. "And you know how much we
moms love sweet things."
ire couldn''t help butugh at their conversation. "It''s a win-win for
all of us," she said. "The boys get to enjoy new and interesting ways
to masturbate, and we get to indulge in their sweet creations."
Rachael nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Plus, it''s a great way to
keep them out of trouble and upied." She gave a sly wink. "And
it''s not like we''re forcing them to do anything they don''t want to do."
ire adjusted her skimpy bikini top before her are could peak out
over the hem. "I can''t help but think about how much harder my son
would cum if I made some sort of sexual contact with him while he
was masturbating. "
"You mean like kissing or licking his body?" Rachael asked.
"Yes, or maybe massaging his balls while he''s pumping his cock with
the Semen collector."
"Oh, I like the way you think, ire," Pam giggled. "You know, you do
have those big, milk-filled titties, have you thought about letting him
suckle while he masturbates?"
"No, but based on the way he stares at them constantly I don''t think
he''ll object to the idea one bit," ire snickered.
"Boy love big tits," Rachael added, "and ones that are filled with milk
are like the ultimate masturbatory fantasy. It''s like a little cocktail of
hormones and desires all rolled into one. It''s no wonder he can''t keep
his eyes off of them."
Pam nodded in agreement. "I once read that boys are often drawn to
rger breasts because they subconsciously associate them with a
sense of security andfort. It''s why so many of us moms with big
breasts have such devoted sons."
ire pondered this for a moment before speaking up. "I''ve always
wondered if that''s why my son is so attached to me. Maybe he sees
me as a source of protection andfort."
Rachaelughed as shey back on the towel, gently rubbing her
breasts through her bikini top. "Who wouldn''t be attached to such a
beautiful, busty mother? It makes carrying these big things around
even more fulfilling," she stated, ncing down huge, bikini-d
mammaries.
"Well, we are enjoying THEIR sweet nectar. What''s wrong with them
enjoying ours too, right?" ire pointed out.
Pam let out a heartyugh. "You make a good point. Maybe we
should start thinking of ourselves as bountiful fruit trees, bearing
sweet, aphrodisiacal fruit for our sons."
"Yes, and the more they ''harvest'' from us, the sweeter and more
irresistible we be," Rachael added, running her fingers over her
fantastically plump breasts, causing a faint flush to rise to her cheeks.
"Imagine how good it would feel to have our sons suckling from our
tits while they''re using their Semen Collectors on those big horny
dicks of theirs.c
ire raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion. It was a
tantalizing thought, to feel the warm, wet mouth of her son on their
nipples while his sperm was being collected for future use. It would
be the ultimate disy of maternal nourishment and erotic pleasure,
a merging of two powerful instincts into one intoxicating experience.
Knowing that her son may leave hickies on her breasts from
aggressive tit-sucking, ire made sure to inform her husband of her
intentions. She didn''t want any suspicions or misunderstandings to
arise and make it seem like she was doing something improper
behind his back.
"Before you run off to work, there''s one more thing I wanted to
mention," said ire as she sipped from her sperm-rich protein
shake.
"What''s that?" asked Fred.
"Since I am helping him with sensitive matters, I''ve been thinking of
ways to strengthen the bond between Eric and I so I think I''m going to
start letting him suckle on my breasts while he masturbates."
Fred''s jaw dropped in disbelief. "What?! So you are going to let him
suck on your breasts while he''s, well... you know, taking care of
business?"
ire smiled coyly. "Yes, Fred. I think it might bring us closer
together and help me feel more connected to him as a mother. Plus,
it might just make his... ''harvest'' even sweeter," ire said, taking
another mouthful of her protein shake and letting her son''s sweet
ball-nectar linger on her taste buds.
Fred''s troubled expression revealed his difort with the thought.
"ire, you have a newborn to nourish. Eric shouldn''t be depleting
your milk supply."
"Oh, Fred," replied ire, "I''m not taking from our newborn. My milk
supply is more than enough to sustain both the baby and Eric. In fact,
the extra stimtion from nursing Eric might even increase my milk
production."
Fred still looked skeptical. "But ire, is it really necessary? Surely
there are better ways to strengthen your bond with Eric."
ire shook her head. "I have faith in this method, Fred.
Masturbating and breastfeeding are two natural and normal parts of
life. It''s not umon for mothers and sons to engage in a
bination of these two activities."
"I''m surprised you''re letting him do this," said Fred. "You''ve hardly let
me touch your breasts at all since the baby came along."
"Honey, you and I have our own ways of showing affection and
connecting with each other," ire reasoned. "This is meant to be
something special, just between Eric and I."
"Yes, but shouldn''t a husband be aloud to y with his wife''s
breasts?" Fred asked with a jealous pang in his stomach. "You''ve
hardly let me touch them since the baby was born."
"Maybe I''ll let you give them more attention once Eric goes off to
college, but right now it''s important that I use my breasts as a
masturbatory aid for him. Besides caring for the baby, my whole
focus is on making sure Eric has the hardest, most satisfying
ejactions that he can."
"Why''s that, so you can chug them down after he''s finished?" Fred
asked sarcastically.
"Well, even though my primary motivation is to help our son, I will
admit, there''s something undeniably satisfying about savoring the
sweet, creamy essence of his cum. It''s like a little reward for all the
hard work I''ve been doing."
"Well, you cane up with a hundred ways to justify it, but I still
think it''s weird and slightly disturbing," Fred said.
"So, you''re saying you''d rather have your son ejacte in his hand or
a cum rag and waist all those nutrients?" ire shot back. "I think
not."
"That''s what I had to do when I was his age. My mother wasn''t
helping me to jerk off and letting me suck her breasts, nor was she
drinking my cum when I was finished."
"Times have changed, Fred," ire said gently. "And we are a family
that ismitted to exploring new ways to strengthen our bonds and
make each other feel special and desired. I don''t see anything wrong
with using my breasts to give our son pleasure while he masturbates
and then allowing me to enjoy the benefits of his ejaction."
"You said all your friends are doing this?"
"All of them who have boys Eric''s age, yes," ire replied. "We''re all
mitted to helping our sons to reach new heights of pleasure and
sexual discovery before going off to college. That''s why I''ve decided
to start teaching Eric new techniques to increase his sexual stamina."
"New techniques?" Fred''s curiosity was piqued. "What kind of
techniques?"
"Oh, you know, things to help himst longer during masturbation and
potentially with a future partner," ire said.
"But how?" Fred asked, genuinely intrigued. "What kind of techniques
are we talking about?"
"Well," ire began, "I''ve been doing some research and there are a
few things I think will be helpful. One is called ''edging''. It''s when Eric
brings himself almost to the point of orgasm, then stops and waits for
the feeling to subside before starting again. This can be repeated
several times until he eventually climaxes. It''s supposed to increase
his control over his ejaction and also make his orgasms more
intense."
"That sounds...intense," Fred said, trying to wrap his head around the
concept.
"That''s not the only technique we''ll be trying out," ire continued.
"I''ve also read about something called ''Kegel exercises'' that can help
strengthen the pelvic floor muscles, which can lead to better control
over ejaction resulting in unforgettable sex for both him and his
partners."
Fred shook his head, feeling both bewildered and jealous by the idea
of his wife helping their son with his sexual exploration. "I don''t know,
ire. It just seems like something that should be left to the boys to
figure out on their own."
"I disagree. We should be giving Eric every advantage we can. We
parents are his first and most important teachers, and I want him to
have the best possible experiences with sex and pleasure. As his
mother, it is my responsibility to help him grow and learn. If that
means teaching him new techniques or showing him how to use his
body in a way that will make him healthier and more in control of his
sexuality, then I am more than willing to do it."