SARA'S NEWEST PATIENT

Amelia opened the door to the clinic waiting room and looked at her clipboard. "Adam Morgan," she called, looking around for her next patient.

A young man with short dark hair and striking blue eyes stood up from his seat and approached her. He wore a faded black T-shirt and jeans, his physique showing off a lean, muscular build. Amelia led him into the examination room, where she would take his vital signs and then send him back to see Dr. Sara Morgan.

Dr. Sara Morgan, a well-respected urologist and sexologist, was seated at her desk in the corner of her office, surrounded by charts and graphs, her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders.

She wore a white lab coat, her green eyes focused intently on the computer screen before her. In the examination room adjacent to her office, Amelia carefully took Adam's vital signs.

Adam felt slightly nervous as he stepped into the clinic. The last time he had been here, he was just a child, coming for regular checkups with his mom. Now, he felt more vulnerable than ever before. Dr. Sara Morgan, his mother, was renowned in her field, which made him feel even more exposed. His mother knew so much about the human body, especially when it came to matters below the waist. Adam wondered if she already suspected something was wrong with him.

Amelia escorted Adam to the examination room, where she took his blood pressure and heart rate.

Feeling uneasy, Adam couldn't help but wonder what his mother might discover today. Despite his apprehension, he trusted Dr. Sara completely; she had always provided him with sound advice and guidance over the years. As they waited for Dr. Sara to finish her paperwork, Amelia offered him a cold glass of water, trying to calm his nerves.

Dr. Sara finally entered the examination room, wearing her characteristic white lab coat and a determined expression. She greeted Adam warmly, attempting to put him at ease with her familiarity.

"Hey, sweetheart. I'm so happy you felt comfortable enough to book an appointment with me."

"Thanks, Mom," Adam replied, blushing slightly under his mother's gaze.

"So what made you decide to come see me today?" Sara asked, making sure to maintain eye contact with her son. Adam hesitated, unsure how to start the conversation. It wasn't easy discussing such personal issues with his mother, especially since she had dedicated her life to understanding human sexuality.

"Well, lately, I've noticed that my... um... you know, stuff is coming out a lot more than usual," Adam confessed, gesturing towards his crotch area. Dr. Sara nodded sympathetically, acknowledging her son's discomfort.

"Do you mean when you urinate? Or something else?" she asked. Adam shifted uneasily in his chair.

"No, it's when I...do...you know, self-pleasure things," he said, his voice trailing off quietly.

"That sounds like quite a challenge, dear. I'm sure you're feeling concerned about this. So when did you first notice this issue?" Dr. Sara asked, her voice now filled with concern.

Adam shrugged and said, "It's been happening for about three weeks now, but I didn't want to bother you with it." He paused for a moment, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks. "But it happens every time I...you know...masturbate."

As Adam spoke, Dr. Sara observed his facial expressions closely, trying to determine whether there were other factors contributing to his problem. "And about how much semen are we talking about?" she asked.

"The first time it happened, I think there was almost...I don't know...a quarter of a cup? I mean, I didn't measure it or anything," he chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease his nerves. "But it seems to have gotten worse over time." Dr. Sara winced, clearly concerned about the amount her son was producing.

"That is a significant increase in volume, Adam. I haven't personally had any cases such as yours before."

Adam's face turned pale, fear gripping him tightly. "Is there something seriously wrong with me? What can we do about it?"

Dr. Sara tried to reassure her son. "We will figure this out together, okay" Adam nodded, relieved that he had finally got this out on the table. "First, we're going to need to examine you. I'm going to start with your penis and scrotum. After that, I'm going to need to perform a prostate exam. Is that okay?" Adam nodded. "Okay, I'm going to leave the room with Ms. Amelia and you can get undressed completely. When you're done, please put on the examination gown and we'll come back in. Okay, see you in a few minutes." Sara and Amelia stepped out of the office, closing the door behind them.

Adam, now alone in the room, quickly removed his clothes and donned the examination gown. He adjusted himself to ensure maximum comfort while waiting for his mother and Amelia to return.

Feeling a mixture of anxiety and curiosity, Adam tried to occupy his mind with mundane thoughts. However, the anticipation of his mother examining him was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. As time passed, his breath quickened, and his pulse raced. Finally, a knock came at the door and Sara and Amelia stepped in.

Sara gave Adam a reassuring smile, her green eyes twinkling with concern. "Alright, let's begin the examination," she said softly. "So I'd like you to lie back and put your feet together and let your knees fall apart. This is called the butterfly position." Sara grabbed her examination stool and rolled it in front of Adam.

Adam felt his heart pound in his chest as he lay down on the examination table. Dr. Sara positioned herself near his groin, taking care to maintain a respectful distance. With steady hands, she lifted his penis, observing its texture and color closely. She looked at the shaft and head of his penis closely, looking for any abnormalities. Satisfied, she moved on to his scrotum.

With gentle fingers, she checked for any lumps or swelling. "Is there anything different about the way it feels? Any pain or discomfort?" Adam shook his head, unsure how to answer. "Just a little sensitive sometimes, but nothing too bad." Sara nodded thoughtfully, continuing her examination. She lifted his testicles and let them rest in the palm of her hand, feeling the weight of them. She then wrapped her index finger and thumb around the base of his scrotum and pulled down gently. "Any pain when I do this, Adam?"

Sara probed, gently squeezing one of his testicles between her thumb and index finger. Adam grimaced slightly but shook his head again. "Only a little bit. Nothing major." Sara released his testicle and moved onto the next one. She repeated the process, checking each one thoroughly for any abnormalities.

"Now, it's time for the prostate exam," Sara announced, her tone slightly more serious. "For this, I'll have you roll over onto your tummy."

She placed a small pillow beneath Adam's hips, elevating them slightly. "Please slide down until you're at the foot of the table." Adam followed her instructions, feeling slightly anxious as he positioned himself. He felt completely exposed as he realized his mother had a direct view of everything private on his body.

Sara reached for the lubricant, spreading a generous amount on her gloved fingers. "Amelia, will you give me a hand?" Amelia complied and placed both hands on Adam's bum, spreading his cheeks apart, exposing his anus even more.

"Okay, Adam. I'm going to slide a finger into your anus and find your prostate gland. Once I locate it, I'm going to palpate it and massage it gently for a few minutes. This might feel uncomfortable at first. You may feel the urge to urinate or you might find it's actually a pleasant sensation. It's different for every person. Then I'm going to reach a little deeper in order to feel your seminal vesicles. Do you have any questions?" Adam shook his head.

Sara placed the tip of her finger against Adam's anal opening. "Ok, he we go," she said as she slowly let her finger slide inside.

Adam felt a slight pinch at first, followed by a burning sensation. He gritted his teeth, trying to bear the discomfort. Sara began to explore Adam's prostate gland, occasionally pressing against it and rubbing it from side to side.

"So far, so good," Dr. Morgan said. Then she rhythmically stroked his prostate from different angles for several minutes. Adam couldn't do anything to stop the reaction, but his penis started to harden. Without anywhere to go, his erection now pressed firmly against the side of the examination table, pointing straight down at the office floor. Sara cleared her throat as she noticed her son's erect penis.

"Adam, it's common for men to get an erection during a physical examination, especially a prostate exam, so don't feel concerned." She looked down at his exposed form, struggling to maintain eye contact. She couldn't help but admire how large his penis was. She hadn't seen it in over a decade. Now it was merely inches from her face as she continued to milk his prostate. She shifted in her chair uneasily. It was certainly a little awkward having her son exposed in this manner, but she had done this exam on hundreds of patients before.

Adam's face flushed crimson, embarrassment etched deeply into his features. "I'm sorry, Mom," he muttered, attempting to look away from her.

Sara understood her son's discomfort and attempted to lighten the atmosphere. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It's perfectly natural for these things to happen during exams." She paused, her eyes searching for the right words. "You should also know that I've seen it all before, both as a physician and a mother." Feeling somewhat comforted, Adam managed a weak smile. "Thanks, Mom."

Sara carefully slid two fingers deep into Adam's rectum, pressing against his prostate more firmly. "Okay, now I'm going to feel for your seminal vesicles and check for any abnormalities. Also, my goal will be to try and milk out some of your semen. We can then send it to the lab for analysis. You may start to feel some fluid moving inside of you, a little pressure. We're trying to get some of it to come out of you. Again, this is perfectly normal." His penis throbbed harder against the table as his mother explained this intimate procedure.

Adam wanted to cover his face with shame but found himself mesmerized by his mother's expertise. He couldn't believe what was happening. This felt so weird. This was his mother! His cock twitched and leaked a little precum, sending a trickle of wetness down the side of the table.

The room was silent except for the occasional cough and the soft murmur of their breathing. Sara maintained her professional demeanor, and focused solely on the task at hand. Amelia stood behind Dr. Morgan, observing the exam. She had a clear view of Dr. Morgan's fingers penetrating his anus. She also had a great view of Adam's swollen scrotum and erect penis. She admired this arousing display silently, ensuring that she remained professional as well.

She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. In the background, Amelia could sense the electricity in the air. She felt a surge of desire, aroused by the scene unfolding before her. Her gaze flickered between Adam's rigid member and her boss's focused expression. The sound of Adam's rapid breathing filled the quiet room.

Sara continued milking Adam's prostate, watching as his body reacted involuntarily to her expert touch. His erection grew steadily firmer, as did his excitement.

"Any pain, Adam?" asked Sara.

Amelia saw the hesitation in Adam's eyes. She knew he was uncomfortable discussing such intimate matters with his mother. But Adam knew it was important to tell his mom if he experienced any pain or discomfort.

"Well, not exactly pain, just a bit of pressure." He admitted. "But it feels kinda nice too, especially when you're doing that thing with my prostate." Sara smiled warmly at her son, understanding his awkwardness. She appreciated his honesty.

"That's good to hear. And don't worry; this is totally normal." She gave him a reassuring smile, hoping to ease his embarrassment.

Amelia watched intently as Sara expertly manipulated Adam's prostate, her fingers curled tightly inside him, her thumb pressed firmly against his perineum.

Adam felt a warm churning inside him. "Mom?" he gasped. "I'm feeling something happening." Sara's eyes smiled.

"Oh good!" she said. "I think this is working then. What you're feeling is semen building up." Adam listened intently, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Normally, when you feel that build-up of pressure, that's your body preparing for release. It's your seminal vesicles and prostate gland, both producing fluid that makes semen. Once they are full, they start pumping the semen into your ejaculatory ducts. When your ejaculatory ducts are full, a signal then travels to your spine, causing an automatic reaction, telling your pelvic muscles to squeeze and release, forcing the semen out of your penis in spurts. Pretty amazing stuff, huh?" Sara explained, her voice gentle yet authoritative.

"You know what?" she said suddenly, looking sideways at Amelia. "I think we're just going to try and get him to ejaculate for us. There's no reason not to. Normally, I would just express some of the fluid out, but I would prefer a full semen sample today to study, as well as observe the force and volume of his ejaculation." Sara blushed as she explained this intimate procedure in front of her son. "Amelia, will you get that beaker ready to collect Adam's semen?" she asked.

Amelia walked across the room and took the clear glass beaker from the table. When she returned, she held the beaker in front of her, waiting for further instruction.

"Now, Adam, I want you to focus on your breathing. Try to relax and let your body guide the rest." Sara tried to keep her voice steady despite the intimacy of the situation. "It's not something to be ashamed of. If you feel yourself reaching orgasm, please give us a heads-up," Sara instructed Adam.

As the tension built inside him, Adam's penis became even harder and angrier, almost seemingly eager to explode. His mother's explanation of the human male ejaculation process had heightened his arousal and curiosity.

He began to breathe heavily, feeling his heartbeat racing. His thoughts turned to his mother's professional demeanor, and how she handled this situation with such care and understanding. He also thought about the nurse, Amelia, who was there to assist his mother. She was a beautiful woman, appearing to be around 25 years old. She had dark brown hair and gorgeous green eyes. She seemed fascinated by the procedure, observing closely and occasionally offering assistance. Adam couldn't help but notice her keen interest, and it only served to make him even more anxious, yet somehow excited.

Amelia, however, remained focused on the task at hand, diligently recording data as Sara guided Adam through the process. She made sure to maintain eye contact with Sara, communicating through subtle gestures that she was fully committed to her role as a medical professional. Sara acknowledged her efforts with a subtle nod, appreciating her support in this unusual situation.

"Amelia dear, will you go ahead and grasp Adam's penis firmly and hold the beaker in front of his penis?" Sara asked. "Now when he ejaculates, I need you to count each squirt out loud for me. We need to document the amount of contractions he has."

Amelia nodded, taking position behind Adam, and wrapped her delicate fingers firmly around his shaft, just below the head. She pointed his penis downward at the empty beaker. Her grip was firm but gentle, allowing her to maintain control while also giving Adam some comfort. She marveled at how warm and firm his penis felt in her hand. It gave her a small head rush. She could feel his veins pressed firmly against her fingers, pulsating with his heartbeat. She kept shifting her fingers slightly around his shaft, allowing her to feel more of his erect member.

Adam looked nervously at his mother and then down at his own erection, as Amelia held him firmly in her grip. Their eyes met briefly, and Amelia's bright green spheres darted away quickly, embarrassed at the interaction. He felt the pressure building within him, a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

Adam's penis quivered slightly, as if trying to break free from its confines. The sensation was both exhilarating and frightening.

Adam's body trembled, his muscles tensing. His penis pulsed rapidly with each passing second, desperate to reach the crescendo. As the intense pleasure overwhelmed him, his heart raced faster, thudding loudly in his ears. Amelia held his penis firmly, guiding it towards the waiting beaker below. Sara observed closely, making sure they were on track. She watched as Amelia held onto his shaft tightly, applying the perfect amount of pressure. Sara's fingers continued to massage Adam's prostate deeply. She could feel it swelling and pressing tightly against her fingers as it rhythmically pumped semen into his ejaculatory ducts.

Sara's pulse quickened, and she tried to remain composed, focusing on the task at hand. She had always been fascinated by the male reproductive system. There was something about semen and the whole ejaculation process that intrigued her. It was absolutely beautiful. "Breathe, Adam. Relax. Let your body do what it needs to do."

Amelia was lost in the erotic spectacle before her. Her heart raced, and her palms were sweaty. She could barely contain her arousal, her body aching with a desire to explore Adam's body further. She secretly wished it was her fingers inside him. Amelia watched as her hands trembled slightly, clutching Adam's shaft tightly. She couldn't wait to feel his penis jerk, pumping copious amounts of semen out of it. The idea sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her body. Her nipples hardened, her clit throbbed, and her pussy was drenched with moisture.

"Adam, I can feel your prostate and seminal vesicles pumping. The pressure is building up in your ejaculatory ducts. It's quite amazing!" Sara said, smiling " You're almost there, sweetheart. Breathe deeply, Adam. Relax your body." Sara was grateful she had such sensitive fingertips. This allowed her to feel everything that was going on inside of her patients when she examined them.

Sara's soothing words echoed in Adam's ears as he focused on his breathing. Amelia, her eyes fixated on the beaker beneath Adam's penis.

As the seconds ticked by, the room seemed to grow increasingly charged with sexual energy. Adam found himself struggling to maintain his concentration amidst the heightened tension.

His arousal only intensified as he felt the powerful urge to release. Sweat dripped down his face, staining his exam gown. His muscles flexed involuntarily, responding to the impending orgasm. His heartbeat roared in his ears, the rhythm becoming increasingly erratic.

Sara continued to manipulate Adam's prostate, eliciting groans of satisfaction from her patient. Adam's breath hitched, and his body began to shake uncontrollably.

He could feel the familiar tugging and pulling sensation as his testicles drew upwards. The pressure in his scrotum increased as the first surge of semen rushed forward. Adam clenched his teeth, trying to bear the painful pressure that threatened to engulf him.

Sara saw the change in her son's demeanor and knew it was time to act. She squeezed his prostate gland one last time, eliciting a sharp cry from Adam.

"Okay Mom," he cried. Sara quickly removed her finger from Adam's anus and wrapped her index finger and thumb around the base of his scrotum, pulling his testicles away from his body gently. She knew that this would help put him over the edge. With her other hand, she used the pad of her thumb to gently massage his perineum.

Amelia couldn't help but watch as Adam's body tensed, anticipating the moment when his orgasm would take over. His hips bucked slightly, a small tremor moving through his frame. His back arched, muscles straining as he succumbed to the surge of power building within him. Sara's heart raced, excitement bubbling up within her now. She knew this moment was special, unique. The intensity of their shared experience heightened the connection between them.Sara's fingers expertly caressed Adam's perineum, stimulating the delicate area just above his anus. Amelia moved closer, her gaze rapt on the scene playing out before her. Her fingers still gripped Adam's shaft. She held the empty beaker firmly below his cock head, eagerly awaiting the first spurt.

Her gaze met Sara's, full of anticipation and excitement. Sara smiled and nodded her approval. Without warning, the dam burst open. Adam's entire body jolted, his head thrown back as his member convulsed wildly. The first spurt of hot liquid shot out with a high-pitched gush, hitting the beaker with a resounding splash, almost knocking it out of Amelia's hand.

"Shit!" she yelped, but maintained control of the glass container. "One," counted Amelia. "Sorry," she apologized with flush cheeks.

Adam's body twitched violently, his eyes rolling back into his head as another wave of semen followed, pumping even more forcefully into the waiting container.

"Two," Amelia continued. Sara and Amelia held their positions, absorbing the visual display before them. Amelia couldn't help but grin, impressed by the sheer volume and force of semen shooting forth from Adam's engorged penis.

The next spurt was even more powerful and creamy, audibly splashing against the side of the glass container.

"Three!" said Amelia, excitement tinging her voice. The sound of Amelia's voice counting his contractions excited Adam further as he continued to pump his seed into the jar. "Four, five, six," exclaimed Amelia. She watched intently as his ejaculation seemed to intensify, each spurt becoming stronger and thicker.

"Seven," Amelia counted breathlessly, her own body tingling with desire. Sara's fingers pressed firmly against Adam's perineum, now sliding back and forth against his pulsating anus, maintaining control while simultaneously teasing him with her touch. Amelia's grip on his penis tightened, ensuring it wouldn't slip from her grasp. She leaned in closer, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The sight of Adam's orgasm, coupled with the proximity of her coworker, only served to heighten her arousal. "Eight, nine, ten," she continued, her voice getting louder with incredulity. Adam's orgasm showed no signs of slowing.

Each spurt became increasingly potent, pushing the limits of what was thought possible. Amelia struggled to maintain her grip on his penis, feeling the immense power coursing through it. Her body was awash with desire, her breasts swelling with arousal. Sara's expert touch continued to work wonders on Adam's body, causing him to writhe in ecstasy. Their combined efforts had created a scene of pure eroticism, a cacophony of sensual pleasures.

The room reverberated with their labored breaths, the beaker now filled to the halfway point with Adam's rich, milky ejaculate. Amelia's gaze remained transfixed on the captivating display, her body yearning for relief.

"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen," Amelia counted. Her eyes were wide with amazement. The fifteenth spurt erupted and Amelia had lost focus on the position of the beaker. She felt a burst of warmth as Adam's semen splashed against her fingers holding the jar. Amelia shuttered with ecstasy, her gaze devouring the display of Adam's hot cream on her hand. She quickly moved the container back into position as he kept ejaculating. Sara and Amelia could smell the aroma of fresh, young semen filling the room, salty-sweet and delicious.

"Nineteen, twenty," she counted, her mind reeling with lust. At this point, Adam had filled the container to three-quarters. If he kept this up, he would fill up the entire 100 mL container. Amelia smiled greedily, secretly hoping he would.

Adam moaned as his penis continued to shoot stream after stream of his white essence. As the semen continued to pump out, Amelia's hands began to tremble with anticipation. Her own arousal reached a fever pitch, her body aching for release. She knew that she would have to relieve herself in private after this encounter.

Sara stood mesmerized by the raw, animalistic power of her son. She watched his body twitch in pleasure. The scientific side of her brain wandered to the physiological aspect of this moment. She could picture his seminal vesicles, pumping in unison, followed by his swollen prostate continuing to purge semen into his ejaculatory ducts. His strong pelvic floor and penis muscles, rhythmically contracting, pumping her son's warm seed out of his swollen, pink head. She sat in awe, watching her son's cock close up, spurting so much semen. Ever so slightly, Sara allowed her thumb to penetrate her son's anus. She could feel it tightening and releasing with each orgasmic contraction. It was so adorable, she thought. The sensation brought a smile to her face.

At that moment, Sara realized that she adored her son's semen! Everything about it. She watched, mesmerized, as her son's swollen member continued pumping into the deep pool of white cream. It was her own creation, after all. The culmination of years of nurturing and care. It represented life, potential, and passion -- all rolled into one glorious fluid. This was her child's gift to her, his way of expressing his love and gratitude. She wanted every drop. She wanted to see it, study it, feel it.

At that moment, all reason and professional boundaries dissolved as she imagined her mouth around her son's engorged head, drawing out his semen like a sacred elixir. With each spurt, she could almost taste the richness on her tongue, savoring the essence of her creation.

Sara couldn't remember the last time she had felt this aroused, this primal urge surging through her body. She knew she needed to release this pent-up energy, this overflowing wellspring of desire. But how? How could she possibly satisfy this craving?

Amelia, caught up in the moment, could hardly believe her eyes. She marveled at the strength and endurance of Adam's orgasm, her hands quivering as she gripped the beaker tighter. "Twenty-eight, twenty-nine," she continued breathlessly. Her eyes drifted back to her cum covered fingers, creating a shiver of excitement.

Amelia too was struck by the ferocity of her patient's ejaculation, her heart racing as she held onto his rigid, throbbing member. They both found themselves transfixed by the spectacle unfolding before them, their bodies humming with arousal.

Sara finally broke the spell, her voice soft yet commanding. "Go ahead and get another beaker, Amelia. This one is almost full." She didn't want to waste the valuable liquid.

"It's okay," Adam gasped. "I'm almost done."

Adam's voice was low and raspy, his body quaking with the final spasms of orgasm. Sara looked at the beaker, which was now nearly full. Amelia fetched another glass container, carefully securing it beneath Adam's penis. She then moved to place the filled beaker on the counter beside the bed.

Adam's orgasm finally began to subside, though his breaths came in rapid, heavy gasps.

"Thirty-four!" exclaimed Amelia. The second beaker had only caught five spurts of Adam's semen, which was still more than the average ejaculation. "Wow!" she said "Impressive!"

Amelia couldn't hide her admiration for Adam's stamina. He was truly a specimen. His body was covered in sweat, his chest heaving with exertion. "Thank you," he managed to croak, still trying to catch his breath. Sara reached over to gently pat his shoulder, her eyes full of pride and concern. "You should see a doctor immediately," she told him, laughing out loud.

Sara walked over to her desk, where the two beakers of semen waited. Adam started to get dressed again. Sara brought the full beaker up to eye level. "About...98mL, Amelia." Amelia grabbed her clipboard and pen, quickly annotating the volume. Sara put down the first beaker and picked up the second one. "And this one...35mL. Good grief, honey!" she said, looking at her son. "Nice job!"

"Don't forget this!" exclaimed Amelia, holding up her semen-drenched fingers. "That's probably another 5mL by itself!" She laughed.

Dr. Morgan complimented her son with a proud smile. Adam blushed slightly, his cheeks turning red. "Thanks, mom...I mean, Dr. Morgan." He responded, clearly embarrassed, trying to maintain a more professional atmosphere. Sara turned towards Amelia. "That was quite an impressive experience you just witnessed, Amelia. This would make for a great case study."

Amelia grinned, her face flushed with excitement. "It was incredible, Dr. Morgan. I've never seen anything like it before." She admitted, unable to contain her fascination. Dr. Morgan nodded knowingly, her expression serious but understanding.

"Well, we should certainly consider this a unique case, Amelia. There aren't many medical professionals who can say they've witnessed something like this." She paused for a moment, considering the implications of Adam's condition. "Of course, your assistance during the examination was crucial, and I appreciate it. Go ahead and finish up and take Adam's semen down to the lab, please." Amelia couldn't help but feel a thrill at being praised by Dr. Morgan, her face flushing with excitement once more.

"Thank you, Dr. Morgan. I'll take them right away." Sara offered Amelia a small smile, conveying appreciation for her discretion and competence. Amelia gently placed the caps on the containers of semen and filled out the labels.

As the three of them prepared to leave the office, Sara couldn't help but feel a mixture of pride and concern for her son.

Despite his unique condition, she knew that Adam was strong and resilient. They would find a way to manage his hyperspermia and continue living a healthy, fulfilling life.

They all gathered their belongings, stepping out into the hallway. Adam felt a bit sheepish about the whole episode, but he couldn't deny the sense of accomplishment he felt. His mother's approval warmed his heart, despite her odd commentary on his sexual performance. Meanwhile, Amelia eagerly accepted her role as a key player in this bizarre scenario.

On the drive home, Sara excitedly replayed the events of the day, mentally cataloguing her newfound knowledge of her son's condition. The sight of Adam's extraordinary orgasm had left her hungry for more education on this rare condition. Upon arriving home, she took out her trusty laptop and searched online for documented cases of hyperspermia.

After hours of research, she discovered numerous articles discussing various causes and treatments for excessive semen production. These ranged from medications and surgical procedures to alternative therapies involving diet changes and stress management techniques. Some even mentioned using frequent ejaculation to help alleviate the discomfort. Sara didn't fancy the idea of Adam undergoing surgery or being put on medication. Diet changes were something she could work with and coming up with a regular schedule for ejaculation seemed the most logical choice. For most men suffering from hyperspermia in these articles and blogs, frequent ejaculation seemed most effective in reducing the buildup of semen within their bodies. It appeared that many of them had decided to embrace their condition and enjoy the many benefits of producing excess semen.

Sara yawned and closed her laptop, stretching her arms over her head. "I'll talk to Adam about our treatment plan when he gets home," she said to herself. Standing up and stretching one more time, she retreated to her bedroom.Sara's eyes opened slowly, warm sunlight filtering through the living room curtains, bathing Sara's feet in warmth as she sat on her couch. She soon realized she must have fallen asleep after finishing her research last night. The last thing she could remember was thinking about the items on her grocery list that she needed to pick up this weekend. She preferred to get her shopping done on Saturdays.

Her body was slightly sore from sleeping in such an awkward position, her neck in particular. She yawned as she rolled her neck from side to side, hoping to alleviate the tenderness.

The sound of a doorknob turning down the hallway clicked sharply, followed by another door being opened and closed. Adam must be getting up for a bathroom break. Sara raised her arms above her head and stretched for a while, letting the blood flow back into her limbs. She stood up and unplugged her laptop, placing it on the oak desk in the corner of the living room.

Sara entered her warm and inviting kitchen and started a pot of coffee brewing. Meanwhile, Adam had returned from the bathroom, joining his mother in the kitchen as he poured two glasses of cold orange juice from the fridge. Their movements displayed a sense of normalcy amidst the bizarreness of their recent interaction at the clinic yesterday. There was a palpable atmosphere between them.

"Here you go, Mom," Adam said, placing the glass of juice on the counter next to Sara.

"Thanks, honey," Sara replied. She pulled two coffee mugs down from the cabinet. One of the mugs was a gift she had received from the Dean of the medical school she graduated from many years ago. It was white and flared at the base with an ornate pewter handle. It had the University's emblem printed in silver on it. The other mug was a simple white one with the words "World's Okayest Mom" written on it. She smiled, thinking of her original reaction to this gift that Adam had given her last Mother's Day.

Sara finished preparing their coffees, with sugar and half and half, the way that both she and Adam preferred it. With a steaming mug in each hand, she placed the Mother's Day mug in front of Adam and sat down. She noticed a hint of a smile as Adam noticed which mug it was. They sat opposite each other at the small breakfast nook, neither able to meet the other's gaze for too long. Instead, they focused on sipping their drinks, hoping to ease the awkward silence enveloping them.

Neither seemed capable of breaking the ice. Finally, Sara cleared her throat, attempting to break the tension. "So, do you want me to get anything specific at the store today when I go shopping?"

Adam shifted in his seat as he took another sip, avoiding eye contact. "Not particularly...well, actually some smoked salmon would be good," he replied. Sara studied her son carefully, sensing his unease.

"There's actually something I want to ask you," Adam admitted. "About your job." His voice lowered with embarrassment.

"What's that, dear?" Sara inquired gently, her tone nonjudgmental and reassuring.

"Well..." Adam began haltingly, "How did you end up getting into this field anyway? I mean, urology is pretty straightforward. I meant the sexology stuff. It seems quite unique compared to most other professions."

Sara laughed softly, acknowledging her son's question. "Your observation isn't wrong, sweetheart.

Being a sexologist requires one to possess a certain level of comfort with matters concerning human reproduction and pleasure. To answer your question, though, it kinda happened organically." Sara explained with a laugh. When I was pursuing medicine, it became clear that my interests lay primarily in reproductive health -- specifically women's health. But soon enough, those areas led me deeper into sexuality studies. And here I am, helping people with various issues related to human sexual behavior. Though I understand if it might seem strange coming from someone like me," Sara elaborated, taking a sip of her coffee.

Adam listened attentively, intrigued by his mother's journey. He was unsure whether to ask further questions, fearing that he may cross boundaries they shouldn't explore together. However, curiosity got the better of him. "So, why exactly does my issue interest you so much?" he ventured.

"Well, I guess part of me always wondered what makes us tick when it comes to our bodies, especially when it involves such private acts. That fascination only increased when you told me about your condition. I had read about it vaguely years back, but I never thought I'd actually encounter it, especially in my own family."

Sara gave a thoughtful pause, considering her words carefully. "For me, studying human sexuality is almost like peeking behind the curtain to see how the magic happens. I believe that understanding ourselves better leads to a happier, healthier life - both physically and emotionally. Your condition piqued my curiosity because, although it was somewhat unusual, it also allowed me to dig even deeper into the complex world of human sexuality. I'm simply applying all my skills and knowledge acquired throughout my career as a doctor and sexologist to help you overcome this challenge, honey."

Intrigued by his mother's explanation, Adam considered the complexity of her profession. It appeared vast, mysterious, and full of fascinating discoveries. Yet, at the same time, it felt natural and genuine.

Adam looked at his mother with a look of discomfort. "So...I was really...um...stressed at the exam yesterday," he admitted. "It felt weird having you perform a prostate massage on me. I had no idea you were going to have me ejaculate right there. It totally caught me off guard." He looked intently into his mother's eyes. "I mean, were you uncomfortable too? Wouldn't another specialist have done just fine?" he probed, feeling increasingly vulnerable.

Sara reached across the table and placed her hand tenderly upon his. "No, I think you'd agree that having a personal touch often goes a long way in providing the best care possible. Plus, it allows for an open line of communication without barriers."

Adam nodded slowly, his anxiety easing marginally. Despite his discomfort, he understood the importance of trust and transparency in addressing this matter.

"Besides," she added. "I'm currently the only qualified urologist in the clinic and the only sexologist. Dr. Fredrickson is on maternity leave so I really didn't have a choice."

She chuckled, adding jovially, "But seriously, your case was a bit challenging at first, but I think I now have a solid grasp on your condition. I did a lot of reading last night and I think I have a good game plan for us. Don't worry, honey. We will work through this together. Your recovery is crucial, and I promise to provide my utmost support along the way."

As they talked, the morning sun radiated golden rays into the room, casting a gentle warmth upon them. It felt almost cozy in a peculiar sort of way, despite the weighty topics they discussed. They shared stories from their past, recounting memories filled with love, joy, sadness, and humor. This bonding experience helped alleviate some of the tension lingering between them.

"Okay," Sara said. "I have to run a bunch of errands today. I have to go see my friend Emily, go to the post office, get an oil change, and get the groceries. If you think of anything else you'd like me to pick up, just send me a text, okay?"

Adam nodded. "I will," he said. "Have a good time and be safe. Oh, and say hi to Emily for me." Sara nodded and gave Adam a hug before grabbing her purse from the door hanger.

Sara opened the front door and turned back to Adam. "Hey, tonight after dinner, I'll explain the plan for your treatment and we'll do our first session, okay?"

Adam nodded awkwardly and shoved his hands into his pockets, attempting to appear casual.

As Sara carried out her errands for the day, she kept thinking about how she would conduct Adam's treatment session this evening. There was a nervousness, a growing knot in her stomach. Her thoughts wandered back to the clinic yesterday. There was an excitement in her at the thought of getting to witness another incredible ejaculation. This would be a much more intimate experience, however, since it would be in their own home. Putting these thoughts to the side, she finished up her shopping.

Sara pulled into the driveway as the evening sun cast shadows from her oak trees onto the front of her home. Climbing out of her black SUV, Sara grabbed the bags of groceries from the back seat and brought them into the kitchen. Adam was not home at the moment, since he had had plans to go hiking with his friends. Sara had asked him to be home by 1900 for dinner and he was always great about being punctual. She smiled at the thought of what a good kid Adam was.

After Sara had emptied the contents of the grocery bags and washed her hands thoroughly, she began preparing a scrumptious dinner with ingredients she had picked earlier from the local farmer's market. She had decided to make chicken florentine, and for dessert, she whipped up a rich, creamy chocolate souffle.

As Sara was close to finishing the last of dinner preparations, she glanced up at the kitchen clock, which read 1840. Just then, the front door opened and Adam stomped into the living room with a heavy backpack slung over his shoulder. He was covered in a layer of dirt and dust, his boots caked in half-dry mud. He sighed heavily as he dropped the backpack on the floor, chunks of mud and grass scattering across the wood floor.

Sara's eyes widened. "Hey! Get those filthy boots off and put them outside," her face red with frustration. "That's why I bought that shoe rack."

"Oof! Sorry, Mom," Adam replied, grabbing his boots and backpack and placing them on the front porch. "I'll sweep it up, too."

"Thank you," said Sara. "And go ahead and get showered quickly before dinner. It's almost done."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Dinner was delightful, with engaging conversation flowing freely around the table. Over dessert, they delved into more serious discussions about Adam's concerns surrounding his condition. Sara explained to Adam that the treatment for hyperspermia was a combination of diet modification and frequent ejaculation. Specifically, the diet should include limiting high protein and fiber intake, which promotes more semen production. Frequent ejaculation would reduce the volume of each ejaculation, making it much more manageable and reducing any discomfort from swollen seminal vesicles.

"So I'll make sure that you have your diet requirements met," Sara told Adam. "I will make sure that I change my grocery shopping to accommodate this. As for the ejaculation part, I'd like to set up a schedule for us. Let's have you ejaculate first thing after breakfast each morning. Then we'll do it again right when you get home from school during the weekdays, and finally, every evening around 2000. Sound good to you?" she asked.

"Sounds good," Adam agreed. "This souffle is amazing!" he said abruptly, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Sara smiled in appreciation. "It did turn out great, didn't it?!"

When they had finished eating, Sara and Adam got up and cleared the table, gently placing the dishes into the sink.

"Okay," she said smiling back at Adam. "Are you ready for your first out-of-clinic study? Don't worry, honey," she soothed her son, noticing his gaze was fixed on his feet. "It will be productive, and maybe even a little fun once the awkwardness wears off. It's nothing to be ashamed of." Adam nodded, unable to meet his mother's gaze.

"Okay, the kitchen should be a perfect place to do this." She grabbed a wet, soapy sponge and wiped down the table, leaving it shiny and clean. "So today I won't be doing a prostate exam to express the semen out of you. Instead, I'd like you to just stand near the edge of the table and jerk off onto it." Sara's explicit words shocked even herself as the words left her mouth. "I...I mean masturbate," she corrected. "Sorry." Her face was flush with embarrassment. "Anyway," she continued, her cheeks warm, "It's been a little over 24 hours since you last ejaculated, so I expect there will still be a lot of semen. I will be measuring it afterward and we'll see how the quantity varies as you ejaculate every 8-10 hours from here on out instead. Make sense?"

Adam nodded in understanding. "Okay, whenever you're ready, sweetheart," Sara said. Adam hesitated briefly before moving to the side of the table, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down to knee height. Sara watched closely, keenly aware of the significance of this moment. Adam hesitated again before hooking his thumbs into his boxer waistband, pulling them down to meet his jeans. As he did so, his already erect penis bounced upward, almost slapping against his abdomen. Sara's heart leaped at the erotic visual. His penis was incredible to look at. It was probably between six and seven inches with a nice thick girth to it. It was slightly curved upward and ended with a delicious, pinkish-purple head.

"Just remember, I know this feels awkward right now, but please, let go of your shame. This is perfectly natural, both biologically and emotionally speaking," she assured him softly. Her assurance brought relief to Adam, and he loosened up a little.

Standing by the side of the table, he took hold of his erect member, which stood proudly before him. In response, Sara observed her son's body language, focusing on her son's expression and how his hand gripped his penis. Adam started out very slowly, his hand in rhythmic motion, pumping his length from top to bottom. His heavy scrotum swung with each stroke, slapping gently against his thighs. Adam moaned a little as he closed his eyes, losing himself in the intense pleasure coursing through his veins. The sight before Sara stirred feelings of tenderness mixed with excitement within her.

Taking a seat nearby, Sara silently marveled at the erotic spectacle unfolding before her. Her gaze fixed on his thick member, taking in the sight of his throbbing head as his fingers slid back and forth along its length.

Sara cleared her throat, which was somewhat dry and constricted from her arousal. " So today, we're not worried about technique, sweetie. Tomorrow, I'm going to teach you about edging, but for today, just do what feels good and let your ejaculation happen whenever you want."

Adam nodded once again, grateful for his mother's guidance yet still apprehensive about continuously exposing his naked self to her. Nevertheless, he forced away his reservations and focused solely on his own satisfaction. Taking deep breaths, he tried to push aside his nagging doubts. Closing his eyes, he surrendered completely to the powerful rush of ecstasy coursing through his body. Sara observed her son, captivated by the raw beauty of his physical responses.

Every wrinkle and contortion of his facial features registered deeply within her. As she studied his form, she couldn't help but notice the tightening of his abdominal muscles, which accentuated the firm, defined curves beneath them. She followed the play of light and shadow over his skin as he moved. The undulating lines formed by his flexing limbs combined with the hypnotizing motion of his pelvis provided an irresistible dance of sensual artistry.

Unable to contain her arousal, Sara found herself leaning closer, drawn by a magnetic force beyond her control. She wanted to see her son's cock up close, examine every detail about it.

She looked first at his face, observing his concentrated look and signs of pleasure. His head was aimed toward the ceiling, eyes closed. Her gaze then fell to his firm and defined chest and abdomen muscles. "Damn! He surely is a fantastic male specimen," she thought. Her eyes shifted gradually to his genitals, where she admired the swollen shaft encased in a snug embrace of his smooth, youthful skin. The subtle movements of his balls rolling against each other fueled her desire to observe his release.

As Adam's orgasm neared, he could hear his heart thundering wildly inside his chest, its beat matching the fervent tempo of his pulse. Feeling the familiar pressure building, he knew instinctually that this would be a very intense climax, especially since his mother was watching, greatly adding to his level of arousal. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead, a testament to the intensity of his exertion.

Gripping the edge of the table for balance, Adam thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper inside his palm. His legs quivered underneath him, nearly buckling, but adrenaline kept him steady. He braced himself, knowing there was nothing left to lose. As he came closer to the precipice, his body trembled violently. Every muscle in his frame seemed to cry out simultaneously, begging for release.

Feeling her own blood boil, Sara found herself struggling to remain composed as she continued watching him, eagerly awaiting the moment that she could watch her son's semen ejecting from his thick cock.

With his head thrown back, Adam groaned loudly, allowing the surge of passion to consume him entirely. His entire being was consumed by the urgency of his impending orgasm.

"Here it comes, Mom!" he whimpered.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Adam's seed burst forth, spewing out like creamy ropes onto the spotless, dark tabletop. A torrent of hot, white liquid cascaded from his rigid manhood, splattering upon the surface with audible squelches. Much like his response at the clinic yesterday, Adam ejaculated for almost half a minute. Sara lost count of his spurts after the first few, overwhelmed by the emotions running through her as she witnessed the erotic display.

Semen dripped from the tip of Adam's cock, running down its length until it pooled against his fingers. He opened his eyes, looking down at the mess he had created. His mother, wide-eyed, stared back at him with a mixture of astonishment and pride.

Seeing his cum land right in front of her was certainly a new experience and she hadn't fully prepared herself for the emotional rush it gave her. She then realized that this marked the beginning of a new phase in their relationship -- a phase where boundaries were blurred.

As the last few drops of semen oozed out of Adam's spent cock, he finally lowered himself to sit on the floor, exhausted and elated all at once. Sara remained seated, absorbed in the incredibly intimate scene unfolding before her. Observing her child's post-orgasm state fascinated her; she relished in the profound vulnerability displayed so openly. Adam looked utterly content and peacefully serene as he sat cross-legged, cradling his heavy sac in his hand, tenderly massaging it as if comforting it from the ordeal it had endured.

The air hung heavy with anticipation, intermingled with traces of sweat and Adam's intoxicating musk. Sara's gaze took in the large stripes and puddles of her son's warm semen that decorated her kitchen table. The fresh scent of his liquid filled her nostrils.

Sara's face flushed red as she took in this unforgettable image of Adam sprawled out across the floor, reveling in the aftermath of his potent ejaculation. With each breath, her gaze locked onto her son's impressively erect organ, now lying flaccid yet still beautiful in its post-orgasmic state. Despite feeling slightly overwhelmed, Sara held fast to her resolve, refusing to allow guilt or fear to cloud her judgement.

"Okay, sweetheart," Sara said. "I'm going to collect your semen now and take some measurements," Sara informed Adam, sounding somewhat apologetic. Adam's cheeks turned scarlet, a mix of embarrassment and arousal filling him. "It will only take a couple of minutes," she added reassuringly. Adam nodded, finding solace in her calm demeanor. Sara grabbed a measuring cup from one of the kitchen drawers and walked toward the table. "Oh," she said. "I also lost count of how many contractions you had. I only got to eight I think, but then messed it up. I'll do better next time." She turned her attention to the table. Using her fingers, Sara carefully scooped up Adam's semen and let it fall into the measuring cup. It took several minutes to collect it all, her hands now drenched in her son's warm cream. Her clitoris tingled and throbbed with excitement. She could feel herself moisten in her white, cotton panties.

"Right around....a half cup," she said, trying to stay focused as she held the cup of semen close to her face. She smiled down at Adam. "Not quite as much as yesterday, but that's because I milked your prostate and seminal vesicles."

Adam felt slightly more comfortable at his mother's explanation as to why there wasn't quite as much semen produced compared to earlier. Still, he admitted, "I'm glad it's less than yesterday. That was kinda crazy, wasn't it? Hopefully, my body will adjust." His voice carried a note of acceptance, even though he understood that his life was changing significantly.

"You're doing great, honey," she said soothingly. "Tomorrow we'll start edging training. I think you'll actually enjoy it," she added with a smile. Sara walked over to the kitchen sink with Adam's semen. As she stood beside the sink, she felt a strange combination of conflicting emotions - part scientific curiosity, part maternal affection, and part sexual attraction.

"Why don't you go ahead and head to the bathroom and get cleaned up," she told him. Adam got up off the floor and pulled his jeans and boxers up, shuffling out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the bathroom.

Sara looked down at the half-full cup and her glazed fingers. Desire coursed through her veins, and a wave of lust rolled over her body. She heard the door to the bathroom close behind Adam. She slowly lifted her fingers to her nose and inhaled deeply. There was no denying the powerful smell of semen, enveloping her senses with an earthy aroma. Inhaling his essence brought her further into the world of arousal. Intrigued by the lingering smell of her son's fluid, Sara couldn't resist giving herself another indulgence. Glancing furtively around to ensure she was alone, she took the measuring cup and poured a small amount of his semen onto her tongue.

Sweet and salty, it excited her taste buds and sent electric shockwaves throughout her nervous system. Unable to resist temptation, she dipped two of her fingers deep into the remaining pool of semen. Taking them to her mouth, she teasingly sucked each digit clean, her lips wrapping lovingly around the wet digits. As she savored the flavors on her tongue, she allowed her imagination to run wild. This was beyond just a physical examination; this was turning into something far more personal, and dare she say... taboo.

Pouring the rest of the semen into the sink, she washed out the cup and cleaned up her fingers as well. Her panties were now very wet and her clit throbbed with desire. Stepping away from the counter, Sara walked into the living room and turned on the lights.

Grabbing the remote control, she flipped through channels, seeking inspiration for what they should watch together tonight. Finally settling on one of their favorite cooking shows, she settled onto the couch.

Adam emerged from the bathroom a few moments later, dressed in comfy lounge clothes. Noticing his mom sitting on the couch, Adam hesitated briefly, wondering whether to join her. But deciding it was probably safe, he approached his mother tentatively, taking a seat beside her.

He glanced over at the television screen, which showed a chef preparing a sumptuous seafood feast. Sitting next to his mother felt both familiar and awkward all at once. They exchanged glances, acknowledging the new dynamic between them without directly addressing it.

Sara smiled at Adam. "You did a good job tonight, honey," she reassured him, putting her arm around his shoulder, the taste of her son's semen still on her tongue.