Mom's Formula for Sexual Exploration_3

Unfortunately for Fred, his bedroom shared a wall with his son's and

he could faintly hear the sound of his wife and son going at it in the

next room. He tossed and turned, trying to tune out the noises that

invaded his solitude. Every creak and groan of the bed, every thud of

the headboard, every moan and grunt, pierced his heart like a knife.

He imagined Claire's legs wrapped around Eric, her curvy body

arching to meet his every thrust. He imagined their bodies, sweating

and writhing under the sheets, tangled up in each other's limbs. He

imagined his wife's face, contorted in pleasure, her eyes locked on

Eric's as she reached a climax.

"Oh, yes! YES!" Claire's pretty voice rang out from the next room,

shaking Fred to his core. He clenched his fists, trying to control the

jealousy and anger that bubbled inside him. He had shared his life

with this woman for years, loved and protected her, and now he was

being temporarily replaced by his own son.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Eric and Claire's bodies surged toward

each other, the sensation of their intertwined forms creating a perfect

rhythm. They moved with a frenzied energy, their passion taking them

to new heights of pleasure.

"Fuck me, harder!" Claire screamed, her voice echoing off the walls.

Eric complied, his thrusts growing faster and harder, driving his

erection deeper and deeper into the hole that had birthed him. He

wanted nothing more than to please his mom sexually, to make her

cum over and over from the power of his cock.

"Yes, fuck your mother!" Claire panted, clawing her nails into her

son's back as they fucked. "Make me yours, Eric!"

It was as if their bodies were two puzzle pieces, fitting together

perfectly and creating a beautiful picture of passion and desire. Her

son's cock was like a key, unlocking the deepest parts of her

pleasure and filling her with a sense of completeness. And the

forbidden nature of their relationship, the thrill of breaking societal

norms, only added a fiery intensity to their lovemaking.

Arching her back, Claire moaned loudly as the pleasure surged

through her body, the familiar warmth spreading within her. She

gripped her son with even more intensity, extending her legs out over

the bed in a wide V, urging him to push her closer to the edge of

ecstasy. Her eyes locked onto his, her face a picture of pure pleasure

as she reached her peak.

As the climax washed over Claire, her whole body trembled in a

orgasmic response. It was like a fierce tango, their bodies entwined in

a passionate dance, each movement a symphony of desire. The

waves of ecstasy crashed over them, their bodies moving in perfect

harmony as their climax reached its crescendo. She was a siren,

calling out to her lover with each moan, her legs folding back down,

wrapping around him like a vine, pulling him deeper into her. And with

each thrust, her grip tightened, her pussy clenching around him,

milking him with a rhythm that matched their primal beat.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with passion. "I'm

cumming! I'm cumming!"

Hearing his mother scream out his name was enough to tip Eric over

the edge. He thrust deeper, slamming his hips against her, the

forceful impact sending him spiraling towards his own climax. His

cock twitched and throbbed inside her, pulsing with each beat of his

heart. "I'm cumming, Mom!" he cried out, his voice a mixture of shock

and ecstasy.

With a primal, frenzied rhythm, he thrust his cock into Claire's tight,

warm tunnel of flesh. His body shook with the intensity of his release

as he emptied himself inside her, unleashing a torrent of hot, teenage

semen that pulsed and twisted through her unprotected pussy. The

fiery pleasure consumed them both as they wrestled in mutual climax,

their bodies locked together in an electric embrace. It felt like hours

had passed before they finally collapsed against each other, spent

and breathless from their carnal dance.

"I wonder if dad heard us," Eric whispered as him and Claire clung to

each other, catching their breath.

"Do you ever hear him and I having sex?" Claire asked.

"All the time," Eric replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, then I suppose he IS getting an earful then," Claire snickered,

"but he should be proud of those sounds he's hearing. Those are the

sounds of a son who is maturing into a powerful, sexually confident

man, brought about by his mother's love and affection."

After a short respite, Claire and Eric began fucking again, this time

with Claire taking the top position. Eric's tongue hung from his mouth

as he looked up and watched her meaty mammaries leap up and

down on her rib cage like a couple overfilled water balloons, bouncing

and rippling. He couldn't wait to suck on those fat, rubbery nipples

and feast on her warm tit-nectar.

Claire was in heaven as her son's thick cock stretched her to the limit.

She could feel his shaft throbbing inside her, stimulating her sexual

nerve endings and sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

She squeezed him tighter, trying to pull him deeper into her, but it felt

like he was already buried to the hilt.

Eric loved watching her slap her wet bare crotch against his and

swivel up and back with deep, grinding penetration. His tender cock

meat felt like it was being stirred around inside a bowl of molten hot

lava, his knob licking the wet, tight lips at the back of her vaginal tube.

"Oh, shit, that feels good, mom," he gasped, his body sweating and

trembling under her harsh, strenuous, sexual prowess.

Claire's face was a picture of intense pleasure as she felt her son's

thick shaft grind through her wet cunt. She was in a world of her own,

her body consumed by the insatiable drive to fuck her son until they

passed out from exhaustion.

"Fuck up into me, Eric," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "I need

to feel that dick of yours pounding through me."

He bucked like a bronco beneath her, straining against her weight as

she rode him harder and faster. Her tits jumped up and down with

each movement, and Eric couldn't help but marvel at the spectacle.

The rhythm of their lovemaking echoed through the thin walls, filling

their bedroom and seeping into his father's, who lay awake in bed,

listening to the sounds of his son and wife making love.

"Oh, fuck, I'm so close," Claire moaned, her voice ragged with desire.

As Claire's body tensed with the overwhelming sensation of her

impending orgasm, she began to buck wildly, her son's cock hitting

the base of her throbbing hole with each powerful thrust. Eric gripped

her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tried to hold

himself in place, letting her take control of their passionate coupling.

"I'm cumming, baby," Claire cried out, her voice hoarse with raw

emotion. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

It was all the boy could do to keep from cumming himself as he

watched his mother's face contort into one of pure bliss, her eyes

rolling back in her head. He could feel the warmth of her climax

enveloping him, the walls of her pussy clenching and releasing

around his steely hard cock in a rhythm that matched the pounding of

his heart.

With a knowing smirk, the mother leaned over, her ample bosom

bouncing and swaying in front of Eric. She was aware that he couldn't

resist staring at her milk-filled hooters, his eyes fixated on their every

movement. As she began to fuck him, she positioned herself so that

her tits danced around his face, brushing against his cheeks and

tantalizingly close to his lips. The sensation of her rippling melons

against his skin caused Eric's penis to flex in response, slicing

through her snug birthing tube like a hot knife through butter.

"Suck on them, baby" Claire pleaded, her voice breathy and aroused.

"Suck on your mother's tits while I fuck you."

Eric captured a nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His lips spread out

across her swollen areola, his tongue darting back and forth over the

sensitive nub of her teat. Warm tit-milk burst from her ducts, coating

his tongue in a surrender of sweet, creamy liquid. His mouth

devoured her, sucking and nibbling until she cried out in pleasure.

Claire's hips were positioned in a way that caused her meaty, round

buttocks to bounce up and down, the layer of ass-fat beneath the

sweat-glistened skin rippling deliciously. With each thrust, her thighs

tightened and her back arched, driving him deeper inside her. The

heat between her legs intensified as she rode him with abandon, her

body slick with sweat and desire. Her chest rose and fell with labored

breaths, feeling his mouth hitched to her breast, eagerly sucking out

her milky essence.

Eric relished the sensation of being enveloped under Claire's heavy,

supple breast, the weight pressing down on his face as he suckled

greedily like a ravenous newborn. The warmth and softness of her

flesh was like a comforting embrace, filling him with a sense of

contentment and pleasure.

Over the next hour, Claire experienced orgasm after body trembling

orgasm, cumming so much on her son's cock that her ejaculate ran

down off his balls, creating a big, sticky wet spot on the bed beneath

them.

Eric snarled, his eyes rolling back as he pushed his face deep into

the meat of her melon and chewed at his mom's nipple like a

ravenous animal. Her tight pussy pumped like a vice around his

pulsing cock, dragging out her son's climax and making him wail in

ecstasy. With each spastic twitch of Claire's womb, Eric felt a new

and powerful sensation course through his body.

"Hold on to my body, baby, then fuck me really hard, but don't cum,"

his mother directed. "I want you to edge your cock just like we used

to do with your Semen Collector."

Claire wrapped her arms tightly around Eric's neck, pulling him

deeper against her tit as she spoke. Eric's hips thrust upward,

meeting the demands of his mother's request and driving his cock

into her at a punishing pace.

"Yes, yes, that's it, baby," Claire moaned, her voice full of desire.

"Push me, fuck me, make sure you're using all of your cock. I want to

feel that big, throbbing dick fill me up."

Eric grunted and groaned, his hips working overtime as he continued

to thrust in and out of Claire's soaked pussy. His balls tightened, his

cock twitching and throbbing with each thrust. He could feel the

tension building as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. He suddenly

peeked out from under Claire's tits, his face sweaty and sticky with

breast milk from spending the past hour laving at her nipples. He

looked into her eyes, which were dilated with passion and lust.

"I'm gonna cum, mom," he panted, his voice thick with desire.

"Don't you dare," she growled, her hips bucking harder against him,

her breasts bouncing wildly. "Slow your thrusts and edge yourself.

Don't you dare cum until I say you can."

The force of her command was undeniable, and Eric slowed his

movements, his cock still pulsating inside his mother's tight, wet

pussy.

"That's it, baby," Claire breathed, her voice filled with lust. "Just edge

yourself. Tease me, fuck me, make me yearn for your release."

Their bodies were locked in a passionate dance, their love-organs

throbbing and twitching with excitement as they moved together in

perfect harmony. Claire's velvety walls of flesh encapsulated Eric's

hard boner, molding it to her every curve with an intense pressure

that sent shivers down his spine. The tightness of her womanhood

enveloped him like a warm vice, pulling him deeper into the wet

warmth of her core. With each movement, she bathed his erect

member in her slick, lubricating oil, heightening the pleasure and

intensity of their intimate connection. It was a symphony of

sensations, each touch and movement sending waves of ecstasy

through their intertwined bodies.

With Claire's expert guidance and use of the edging technique, Eric

was able to push himself further than ever before. His body trembled

with effort as he fought against the waves of pleasure threatening to

consume him. Meanwhile, Claire had lost count of her own climaxes,

releasing a steady stream of hot girl-cum around Eric's swollen

member. The bed sheets beneath them were soaked through,

evidence of their passionate and intense lovemaking.

Eric lowered his muscular frame onto her, pressing her voluptuous

body into the soft mattress beneath them. Claire could feel the heat

radiating from his skin as Eric eagerly reached down to grab handfuls

of her ass-meat. She knew what was coming next – a rough, intense

pace that would leave both of them breathless. Anticipating his

movements, Claire folded her strong, matronly legs up high around

him, her ankles resting against the center of his back. This allowed

Eric to thrust deeply and fiercely into her, his powerful hips driving

their bodies together with each savage thrust. The sound of their

flesh slapping together echoed through the room as Eric's big balls

bounced against her asshole like a door knocker.

Their bodies moved together with a feral intensity, like two untamed

beasts in the heat of mating season. Fingers dug into flesh, mouths

clashed and devoured, and moans filled the air as they gave in to

their carnal desires. There was no room for shame or inhibition in this

primal dance, only the unbridled passion and hunger that consumed

them both. The scent of sweat and sex mingled in the air, adding to

the heady atmosphere of their wild coupling. In that moment, nothing

else existed except the raw primal urge to fuck.

Claire's desire to bring out Eric's untapped potential burned like a hot

flame within her. She wanted to transform him into a sexual beast,

one who would leave every woman he slept with breathless and

begging for more. As his boner throbbed with anticipation inside the

welcoming tube of her pussy, Claire whispered words of

encouragement, just as his coaches had done back in school. Her

voice was laced with challenge, daring Eric to push himself to new

heights of pleasure and passion.

"Keep going, baby," Claire coached him, her voice filled with lust.

"Push yourself, give me your best. I want to feel every inch of that

cock deep inside me."

Eric clenched his teeth, his muscles tensed as he thrust harder and

faster, his cock swelling in her tight, wet pussy. Claire moaned with

each movement, her body arching up to meet his. She ran her hands

through his thick, sweat-soaked hair, pulling him closer to her, the

muscles in her neck straining as she breathed heavily.

Their bodies moved together In a feverish dance, their skin slick with

sweat and desire. The bed creaked beneath their pounding, their

flesh slapping together with each brutal thrust. The sounds of their

bodies colliding filled the room, mixing with the scent of sweat, sex,

and lust.

With every faltering movement, Claire's heels pressed firmly against

Eric's hips, urging him to thrust harder and faster. Her body moved

with his, guiding him with her own motions to ensure they were in

perfect sync. "Don't slow down," she gasped between ragged

breaths, "when you feel a woman's pussy clenching like that." She

arched her back and dug her nails into his skin, lost in the pleasure of

their primal dance. "That's when she needs your hard and relentless

fuck-thrusts the most." The sound of their bodies colliding filled the

room, joining the symphony of moans and heavy breathing as they

pushed each other to new levels of ecstasy.

Eric let out a low groan as his entire body tingled and melted into the

embrace of his mother's warm, soft curves. The scent of her skin and

the feel of her body against his sent shivers down his spine.

"Not yet, baby," Claire cooed, her voice laced with desire as she felt

his boner flex and strain against her. "Push yourself, savor the

sensations but don't let them consume you completely yet."

She shifted her hips beneath him, using her silky, sweaty legs to

pump her ass from the mattress, guiding him deeper inside her for

maximum pleasure. "That's it, just like that…long thrusts, all the way

to my womb." Her words filled him with a delicious heat as he lost

himself in the rhythm of their lovemaking.

Claire's eyelids fluttered closed as Eric's cock plunged deep inside

her, hitting all the right spots with a perfect angle. The sensations

rippled through her body, igniting every nerve ending and sending

sparks of pleasure radiating from her G-spot to every cluster of

sensitive tissue along her walls. She felt like a balloon being rapidly

filled with air, ready to burst at any moment from the intense pressure

building inside her. With a loud cry, she urged him on, her voice

trembling with desire. "YES! RIGHT THERE!" she screamed, begging

for more. "Fuck me harder! Make me come!!" Her body was a live

wire, electrified by his touch and desperate for release.

Eric couldn't believe his luck. His mother, the woman who had raised

him and taught him everything about the world, was now beneath

him, begging him to fuck her harder and deeper. Her body trembled

with want, her breaths coming in short, sharp gulps as he pounded

her pussy. He felt a surge of power, knowing that he held the key to

her most intimate desires, a platform that he had always been denied.

His balls slapped against her ass with every thrust, and he could feel

the sticky liquid of her cunt coating his cock with every stroke.

Claire arched her back, her body writhing in the most powerful climax

she had ever experienced. Every muscle in her voluptuous frame

rippled beneath her flawless skin, as if trying to break free from its

constraints. Her nails dug into Eric's sweaty back, leaving red marks

in their wake, and her trembling feet arched downward, her perfectly

painted toes clenching in pure ecstasy. With a primal roar against her

son's shoulder, she tried to show some level of restraint knowing that

otherwise her cries of pleasure would be heard throughout the entire

neighborhood. Her hot female ejaculation erupted from between their

pounding crotches, splattering onto the bed and drenching them both

in waves of bliss. As Eric's young muscles continued to pump his

tireless member straight to her womb, she was grateful for this

moment of uninhibited passion with the man of her dreams.

As the waves of pleasure from Claire's climax began to recede, Eric's

thrusts became more desperate and frenzied. His body was a taut

bowstring, ready to snap as he fought off his own release, determined

to keep going. Claire's voice quivered and shook with each powerful

thrust, her words a mantra of encouragement and desire. "You've

been so good, baby," she moaned, her fingers gripping at him in

ecstasy. "Let yourself go now. Give me everything you have."

As soon as Claire's permission dropped, Eric's body seized up, his

cock twitching violently inside his mother's warm, tight, cuntal

embrace. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his mouth fell open

as he let out a primal groan of pleasure. He could feel the imminent

release, the familiar waves of bliss washing over him like a tidal

wave. His balls tightened, and his cock throbbed and pulsed, sending

shivers of pleasure through his entire body.

Claire's grip tightened around Eric's neck, her breaths shallow and

ragged as she watched her son's face contort in agony and ecstasy.

Her eyes filled with pride as she watched him release his load inside

of her, his body trembling and shaking with the effort to control

himself.

"Cum, baby," she urged him, her voice full of excitement and lust,

cradling his teenage body against her softness like only a mother

could. "Squeeze it all out through your cock."

After a few more deep, quivering thrusts, Eric's penis stopped

spurting and he collapsed on top of Claire, his chest heaving and his

face drenched in a sheen of sweat. They lay there for a long while,

basking in the afterglow of their intense 3-hour session.

Claire smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling

with the memory of the nearly two-dozen orgasms she'd just had.

"That was incredible," she finally managed to say, her voice still

breathy with arousal. "You've really honed your edge control skills,

baby."

Eric gave a weak chuckle, still catching his breath. "I guess I've had

some practice." He looked down towards his spent member as it

slipped out of her, glistening in a warm cocktail of their secretions. "I

couldn't have done it without you, Mom."

They drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, their bodies sweaty,

sticky and entwined, the smell of their passion and pleasure still

hanging in the air.

"Did you two ever get to sleep last night?" Fred asked as they had

breakfast the next morning.

Claire and Eric exchanged a mischievous smile. "Not much," Claire

replied with a smirk. "But it was worth every moment of lost sleep. I

saved my critique for this morning though because I thought maybe

you'd like to hear it."

"Critique?" Fred inquired.

"Critique?" Eric added with a curious smirk.

"Yes, sweetheart," she answered. "The whole point of this is to better

your skills so that you experience the best sex possible. That being

said, it's important that I provide you with feedback so that you can

continue to improve."

"I see the value in a critique, but I'm not so sure I wanna hang around

for it," Fred stated with a roll of his eyes.

"So, you don't care how your son is doing in the bedroom

department?" Claire asked, feigning offense. "Is that what you're

saying?"

"Sure I care, Claire. I just—"

"Well then be quit and listen. If you care, at least stay and show some

support."

"Fine," Fred grudgingly agreed, folding his arms over his chest.

"Now, Eric," Claire began, looking at her son "overall, you did a

fantastic job last night. Your edge control was exceptional, and your

technique was impeccable. There were times where you could have

held off on your orgasm for a bit longer, but that's just a minor

adjustment that you can work on for next time."

"I can do that," said Eric, then listened to his mom continue.

"Your thrusts were deep and rhythmic, which is a great start.

However, I think you could benefit from a bit more variety in the

angles and speed of your thrusts to keep things interesting."

"That's a good point," said Eric, nodding.

"Once you've gotten more comfortable with the speeds and angles,"

Claire continued, "We can experiment with different positions and

techniques. I think you'll find that the more you broaden your

repertoire, the more satisfied both you and your future partners will

be."

Fred listened on in disgust as his wife continued to offer their son

feedback. "My orgasms were all incredibly intense, one in particular

was the strongest I've ever had. But I think you could have pushed

harder to give me even more climaxes. I was on the cusp of multiple

orgasms several times, but you never quite managed to push me

over the edge."

"I'll work on that," Eric promised, looking determined.

"One more thing, darling," Claire added. "I loved the way you built up

the intensity and used my bodily responses to guide your thrusts. It's

clear you're listening to my needs and responding accordingly. That's

a crucial part of good sex."

"Got it, Mom," Eric said, feeling a rush of pride. "I'm glad you enjoyed

it."

Fred finally chimed in, feeling a bit inferior to his son. "Well, seeing as

you two went at it half the night, I'd hate to have you critique MY

sexual performance."

Claire and Eric laughed. "Our marital sex is different, honey," his wife

pointed out. "It's about connection and intimacy. Most of the girls Eric

dates won't want that. They'll just want fucked long and hard so that's

the type of sex that Eric and I are focused on in order to prepare him

for those experiences."

Since it was Saturday, they decided to take a family hike at the local

trail. The sun beat down on their heads as they trekked through the

dense forest, sweat trickling down their faces and bodies. Despite the

heat, Claire and Eric couldn't keep their hands off each other. They

held hands, stole kisses and kept whispering sweet nothings to each

other, much to Fred's chagrin. The baby was attached to Claire by an

infant backpack and luckily, their other daughter wasn't with them,

spending the day with a friend, otherwise she would have noticed her

mother and brother's flirtatious behavior as well.

After a few hours of hiking, they reached a beautiful clearing by a

crystal-clear river. "Fred, would you mind taking the baby for a bit.

Eric and I wanna take a dip." Claire requested, her voice breathy with

arousal as she eyed the cool, inviting waters.

Fred rolled his eyes but complied, taking the baby in the backpack

and strapping it over his shoulders. He wandered off a little ways to

give his wife and son some privacy.

Claire and Eric stripped naked and dove into the river. The cool water

felt incredible against their skin, and they floated together, their arms

and legs intertwining in the water with Claire's huge tits mashed

between them like two wet pillows.

Despite his inner voice warning him to stay away, Fred found himself

drawn back to the scene. His eyes widened as he saw his wife and

son, fully immersed in the water up to their necks. Their arms were

wrapped tightly around each other, holding on as if they were afraid

to let go. And then, to his surprise, they were kissing with the passion

of two soulmates reuniting after a long separation.

Fred felt his heart race as he watched his wife and son. He tried to

look away, but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes from the scene

unfolding before him. Claire's lips were locked with Eric's, their

tongues dancing together in a wild, desperate frenzy. He felt like an

intruder in his own family's intimate moment, unable to look away

from the raw and primal display of desire.

"How's the water?" Fred asked, eager to disturb them.

Claire and Eric's lips parted and she looked her husband's way in

annoyance. "The water's good. Honey, why don't you hike on ahead

with the baby and Eric and I will catch up in just a little while."

"Let me guess...so you two can take care of some funny business,

right?" Fred said with a smirk, fully aware of what was going on.

"Well, there may be times that Eric is in a situation like this with a

girl," Claire replied. "It may be good practice for him."

"I can't believe this. You're seriously gonna have sex with your son in

public?" Fred spluttered, feeling both betrayal and a strange mix of

arousal.

"Public?" Claire's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Where's your

imagination, honey? This is nature, not a street corner. Besides," she

added with a wink, "We'll be practically invisible under this water."

"Alright, you guys just be quick," Fred advised, walking up the trail

with the baby.

Claire's heart pounded with excitement as she tightened her grip

around Eric, her eyes locked on his with a sultry gaze. With one

hand, she reached beneath the water and brought his rigid cock to

her waiting vaginal entrance. "Fuck me," she whispered, her voice

filled with desire and need. Without hesitation, Eric leaned in and their

lips met in a passionate kiss as his throbbing member penetrated her

slick folds. The blood, muscle, and sinew flexed powerfully beneath

the flushed skin of his throbbing cock. Veins bulged and pulsed with

every beat of his heart as he felt Claire's velvety inner walls part

around his mushrooming glans. With a satisfying give, her tightness

enveloped his sturdy stalk, each inch sliding deeper into her slick

corrugated canal until the mouth of her birthing tube was suctioned

tightly around his pulsating cock-root.

"Oh, shit," the teen whimpered, feeling like his mom's pussy was

custom made for his cock.

The trail wound its way up the hill, hidden from view by thick trees

and foliage. But little did Claire know that her husband, Fred, had

found a vantage point above them. His heart sank as he looked down

from the hillside trail. The river below sparkled with crystal clear

water, reflecting the sunlight and revealing every detail of the

entwined bodies in its depths. He could see his wife, strong and

motherly, her legs wrapped tightly around Eric's hips as she clung to

him like a spider to a fly.

Fred's eyes widened as he watched Eric's hands tightly grip the

round, voluptuous globes of Claire's ass. He was standing on the

river bottom, using it as leverage as they moved together in a

passionate rhythm. Each thrust of Eric's teenage cock seemed to go

deeper and deeper into Claire, her body arching with pleasure as she

moaned uncontrollably. Fred couldn't help but notice how her

humongous tits pressed against Eric's chest, their massive size

pushed out at the sides in a provocative display. He could only

imagine the pleasure that Eric must have been feeling with their fatty

warmth sloshing against him.

From the corner of her eye, Claire caught a glimpse of her husband

covertly observing them. A mischievous grin spread across her face

as a rush of excitement coursed through her naked body, knowing

that her husband was watching her passionately entwined with

another man. She made no mention of it to Eric, not wanting to

disrupt his ttheirs and make him feel self conscious.

Instead, she wrapped her legs around him even tighter, her nails

digging into his back, signaling her desire for him to fuck her deeper

and harder. Eric seemed to pick up on the cue, thrusting faster and

harder with each passing second. The water around them churned as

they moved together like animals, their bodies colliding with a fervor

that could only be described as wild.

Fred's heart was filled with dread. Claire was his wife and they had

shared so many loving memories together, which included raising

Eric. Now, there they were, his wife and son shamelessly fucking like

animals in the wild, with both of them seeming to enjoy every dirty

second of it.

"Oh, fuck my ass off, Eric!" Claire cried out, loud enough so that she

knew her husband could hear her. She locked lips with her son,

giving him the lewdest kisses imaginable while feeling his boner

plunge through her overheated cunt.

Eric was overcome by the intense heat radiating from the mature

body pressed tightly against him. Strong, muscular thighs gripped his

hips with unwavering strength, urging him to continue his movements.

The weight of enormous breasts pushed and rippled between them,

their hardened peaks digging into his skin. Long nails dug into his

back, marking him with a mix of pleasure and pain. And inside his

mouth, a thick, forceful tongue whipped around like a wild serpent,

exploring every corner and igniting a primal response within him. The

raw animal energy exuding from this encounter was both exhilarating

and overwhelming.

Eric had never had sex under water before. It felt like a dream, almost

weightless as they moved together, their bodies gracefully undulating

in a ballet of lust. The cool, refreshing water caressed their skins,

heightening their senses as they copulated. He could feel Claire's

tight, wet pussy gripping and constricting around him, pushing him

closer to the edge.

As they moved, Fred found himself unable to look away. The sight of

his wife and son entwined, fulfilling their most primal desires was both

arousing and deeply unsettling. However, despite his growing

discomfort, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene before him.

Beads of sweat formed on Eric's forehead, dripping into the water like

tiny droplets of fire, while Claire's large chest heaved with each

erratic breath. Her eyes locked with his, a mixture of pure lust and

raw, unfiltered desire.

Eric remembered the feedback he had received that morning,

particularly the part about changing up his angle of thrusting.

And so, without warning, Eric went at her a different way. Claire

gasped in surprise, her eyes going wide with pleasure as he plunged

deeper, hitting a spot she never knew existed inside of her. "OH MY

GOD, ERIC!" she squealed, wraping her legs even tighter around

him, pulling him closer as if trying to suck him inside.

As the head of Eric's cock dug against her G-spot with extreme force,

Claire's orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning. The intense pleasure

radiated through her entire naked body, making her shake

uncontrollably. Unable to contain herself any longer, she let out a

blood-curdling scream that echoed through the forest, reaching Fred,

who was still watching from afar.

Fred's heart was in his throat as he watched, unable to look away, as

his wife reached the peak of her pleasure. Her body writhed and

trembled beneath Eric's touch, the sensation of his large cock

plunging into her sending her spiraling higher and higher. It was a

surreal moment for Fred, seeing Claire give herself over so

completely to another man. What made it even more unsettling was

the fact that she seemed to be cumming harder than she ever had

with him, despite their years of lovemaking. But he couldn't deny that

Eric's size was impressive, his cock remaining fully erect and

stretching Claire in ways Fred never could. The sight was both

arousing and disturbing, but all Fred could do was stand there,

consumed by a mix of emotions.

Eric's breath came in frantic huffs as he felt her birthing tube

pulsating around him, milking his erection with its spongy pleats. In

the cool water, it was easy to sense the warmth of Claire's ejaculation

engulfing his throbbing cock. The sensation was both intense and

euphoric, sending shivers down his spine. He could feel every inch of

her body pressed against his, their shared pleasure amplified by the

soothing ripples of the pool. As they moved together in perfect

harmony, Eric couldn't help but lose himself in the intoxicating mixture

of pleasure and desire.

"I'm gonna cum!" Eric panted, clutching Claire's hips tighter, his

fingers digging into her flesh. He thrust harder and faster, his cock

slamming into her with aching need.

Claire's eyes widened with anticipation, her breaths coming in short

gasps. She knew what was about to happen, and she was eager to

feel it.

The water around them churned with a magical hue, the result of the

intense friction between their bodies. The sound of splashing water

filled the air, a primal symphony of flesh and desire. Fred watched on,

his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and dread, as his wife

and son reached the pinnacle of their passion.

"Fuck, yes, Eric!" Claire screamed, her voice echoing through the

forest. "I'm cumming with you!" The words seemed to ignite a fire

within Eric and he beat his dick through the tube of her pussy like a

savage. With one final powerful thrust, he unleashed his seed deep

within Claire's most secret and sacred place. The sensation was

indescribable, as if all of the desires he had ever had were suddenly

realized in this one moment.

Claire shared a mutual orgasm, locked in a primal embrace, their

bodies convulsing as if possessed by some other-worldly force. The

water around them seemed to boil with the intensity of their passion,

the churning waves an embodiment of their lovemaking.

Fred watched in awe as his wife and son seemed to merge into a

single entity, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire that defied all

logic and reason. Never had he seen such raw, unbridled sensuality,

and never had he felt such a mix of emotions. Part of him was filled

with rage and jealousy, but another part could not help but be turned

on by the sight before him.

When they met back up on the trail Claire and Eric were fully dressed

as if nothing had ever happened. A moment ago they were fucking

feverishly and now they were just a mother and son walking together

on the trail, hand in hand.

Eric went off to take a leak before the journey home. While he was

gone, Claire's voice dripped with honeyed sweetness as she turned

to her husband and posed a question. "Darling," she cooed, her eyes

glinting mischievously. "Do you mind if I give Eric a blowjob on our

way home?"

Fred's jaw dropped at the question. "Oh come on, Claire, you can't be

serious?"

"It's not like we're gonna do it in front of you. We'll be in the back

seat," she assured him.

"Can't you two at least wait until we get home?"

"Eric and I will only have an hour to fuck when we get home. He's

meeting up with his friends for a party this evening."

"So, an hour is plenty of time to give him a blowjob," Fred said, a hint

of irritation creeping into his voice.

"Honey, Eric already asked me if he could fuck me doggie style when

we get home," Claire explained. "It's a position we haven't gotten to

practice together yet. Besides, I'd really like him to experience getting

a blowjob in the back seat of a car. You must remember how exciting

that was when you were younger?"

Reluctantly, Fred surrendered to the idea and watched as Claire and

Eric playfully scrambled into the back seat of his spacious SUV. As

they began their journey down a quiet backroad, Claire tilted her head

towards Eric's ear and whispered seductively, "Care to guess who's

about to give you the best blowjob of your life?" With a mischievous

grin, she reached over and expertly unzipped his fly, teasing him with

anticipation.

"Really? Here?" he excitedly asked, glancing up at his father.

"Uh-huh," Claire smiled, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Carefully unzipping his shorts, Claire reached into the fabric and

pulled out Eric's hardened penis. She positioned herself on her knees

beside him on the seat, her long hair tumbling over his lap like a

cascading waterfall. With a sly grin, she leaned down and extended

her tongue, its pink tip curling seductively as it began to dart and swirl

over his glans, eliciting an immediate response from Eric.

Eric exchanged an awkward look with his father, who peered back

through his rear view mirror. Fred could see the thrill in his son's eyes

and knew his wife's tongue must be working its magic on him.

Claire hummed with pleasure as she enveloped Eric's cock with her

lips and sucked hungrily, her head bobbing up and down with a

rhythm that matched the thudding of his heart.

From the moment she first tasted it, she had been addicted to the

taste of her son's cock. It was the biggest and tastiest she had ever

had the pleasure of sucking on, and she couldn't get enough. The

precum that dripped from its tip was like a sweet nectar, driving her

desire to devour him even further.

Eric let out a low, guttural moan as he watched Claire's lips stretch to

obscene lengths as she slipped them up and down his throbbing

pole. He could see the outline of his erection, clearly defined against

the skin of her throat as it bulged each time her lips sank nearly to the

base of his cock.

The tension in the air was palpable as this risky and exhilarating act

was carried out with his father's full knowledge. Each time he stole a

glance at the rear view mirror, he could see the envy burning in

Fred's eyes. It added fuel to the fire of his thrill-seeking nature, a

wicked sensation coursing through his veins.

Claire sucked Eric's erect penis in different ways, showing her cocksucking

skill. She used her tongue to swirl around the head, flicking

the band of skin that connected his foreskin to his glans, driving him

wild. She then took him deep into her throat, making lewd gagging

noises as her lips formed a tight seal around the root of his shaft.

When she pulled off, a plopping sound could be heard as her saliva

dripped from Eric's dick, making it glisten wonderfully, accentuating

every blue vein.

"Mmm, do you like the way it feels to have your cock sucked in the

backseat of a car, honey?" she asked her son, her eyes a bit watery

from having his dick so deeply embedded in her throat.

"I love it, mom," he replied, clutching the edge of the seat in his

excitement.

Claire glanced up at her husband and said something that would

continue to justify her actions in some way. She wanted Fred to truely

believe that she was doing this for the betterment of their son's

sexual knowledge. "You know, I've always been a firm believer

in teaching through experience. You need to lean what it's like to give

and receive pleasure in order to truly feel comfortable doing it with

girls you might be interested in," she said, her eyes never leaving

Eric's dick as she spoke.

"That makes sense to me," Eric stated as he nodded in agreement.

"I'll definitely put this experience to good use when I find someone

special."

Claire gave her son's dick a few more daring licks, her tongue darting

and swirling around the head before she took him in her mouth once

more. Eric let out a low gasp as he felt her lips envelope his shaft

again, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

As Claire continued to suck her son off, Fred found himself struggling

with his feelings. On one hand, he was proud of his wife for being so

adventurous and sexually open with their son. He knew that this kind

of openness would make Eric a well-rounded and confident man

when it came to his own relationships. On the other hand, though,

Fred couldn't help but feel a mix of jealousy and arousal as he

watched his wife pretty head bob up and down on their son's cock in

the back seat of his car.

He was well aware that she savored the taste of Eric's cum, evident

in the way she added it to her morning protein shake. But it wasn't

just the flavor that drove her wild; he could tell by the lustful glint in

her eyes that the sheer size and hardness of Eric's manhood also

stirred something primal within her.

The lewd, wet sounds of cocksucking echoed from the back seat,

confirming just how much his wife was reveling in the act. Her lips

and tongue worked tirelessly on Eric's throbbing member, eliciting

moans and gasps from both of them. The musky scent of arousal

filled the car, mixing with the heavy breaths and frantic movements of

their bodies.

"Fuck," Eric gasped as his climax built, his hands tightening on the

edge of the seat. "I'm gonna cum, mom."

Claire hummed in response, pulling her son's erection out of her

mouth just far enough to use her hand and mouth in tandem. She

stroked his rigid shaft at its root, her fingers slipping and sliding

against its smooth texture as she sucked hard on the head.

"Come on, baby, let it out," she urged him, her voice throaty and

sensual. "Show me what you can do."

Eric's breaths became ragged and erratic as he felt the sensation of

release building in his loins. He closed his eyes and let out a loud

groan, his hips bucking against Claire's mouth as he surrendered to

the ecstasy of his orgasm.

With each powerful spurt of cum, Claire kept sucking, her tongue

swirling around the tip and tasting her son's sweet nectar. She

hummed in satisfaction as she swallowed down his load, savoring the

salty taste of his climax. It was one thing to taste it in her smoothies,

but to draw her son's fresh semen up from his balls through his

boner, like a delicious milkshake through a straw, was extremely

satisfying.

As the final droplets trickled out of Eric's penis, Claire pulled away,

wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She looked up at her son

with a grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Well, I think that's a lesson well-learned," she said, her tone teasing.

"But I did say it's important for you to learn how to receive AND to

give," she added slyly, her eyes twinkling with wicked delight as she

brought one foot up on the car seat, spreading her legs.

Eric's tongue darted out, moistening his lips as he gazed upon the

outline of her vulva. The fabric of her thin hiking shorts clung tightly to

her body, revealing the curves and contours of her crotch with

tantalizing clarity.

Claire's gaze shifted over to her husband, a playful smile dancing on

her lips as she continued speaking. "Don't you agree, Fred? A man

should know how to give proper oral just as much as he enjoys

receiving it," she quipped, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Fred's gut sunk since he knew his wife was suggesting that Eric

devour her pussy on his backseat. "I..." Fred stammered, unable to

find the right words to express his disbelief. He swallowed hard, trying

to suppress the anger and humiliation that boiled within him.

Claire snickered in response to Fred's discomfort, her eyes gleaming

with amusement. She then looked at Eric in a flirtatious manner. "Of

course your father agrees, so why don't you unwrap my pussy like a

Christmas gift and eat it like it's the last meal you'll ever have."

Eric didn't need to be asked twice. With a eager grin on his face, he

moved between his mother's parted legs and began to pull down her

hiking shorts. He eagerly peeled them off her shimmering legs,

revealing the heart-stopping sight of her vulva encased in sheer, pale

yellow panties.

Claire giggled, watching Eric lick his chops like a hundry dog while

staring at the flanges of labial flesh through the transparent cloth of

her panties. "Come on, baby…get to the pussy," she wickedly

whispered.

He quickly yanked them off of her like kid about to devour a candy

bar. Claire's scent wafted up from her pussy, sweet and tangy,

making Eric's cock throb with anticipation. He licked his lips one final

time, his eyes devouring her.

Without further ado, Eric dived in, his tongue pressed against her

sensitive folds from the moment it touched her. Her pried the flanges

her juicy labium apart, offering her a variety of oral techniques—

swirling his tongue around her clit, flicking with just the right amount

of pressure, and even nibbling on her lips with his teeth.

Meanwhile, Claire moaned in pleasure at the simple-yet-effective

tongue technique. She reached down to run her fingers through his

hair, gently pulling his head closer to her, wanting him to give her

more. "That's it, honey, show me what a skilled pussy eater you are."

Eric licked and sucked on Claire's clit with relentless determination,

biting down gently every now and then to add just the right amount of

pain to her pleasure. As he probed her hole, savoring the tangy

flavored of her secretions, he could feel his mother's pussy muscles

tightening around his tongue, a signal that her orgasming was

imminent.

Claire reveled in the way Eric's skilled mouth devoured her with

fervor. He had only pleasured her orally twice before, but it was as if

he had been doing it for years, his tongue and lips expertly exploring

every inch of her delicate folds. "Oh, God," Claire moaned, loud

enough for her husband to hear. "You wouldn't believe how incredible

this feels, Fred. It's like a thousand electric shocks coursing through

me at once." She couldn't help but compare Eric's talents to her

husband's lackluster attempts. "He may be half your age, but he's a

hundred times better than you at licking pussy," she taunted playfully,

relishing in the satisfaction of finally being truly satisfied by a lover.

"Thanks, Claire, that's great to hear," said Fred sarcastically, his

voice dripping with venom as he watched his wife's body shake with

pleasure.

"Now, honey, there's no reason to feel jealous, we all have our

strengths and weaknesses. I just appreciate Eric's willingness to

learn and the effort he puts in. Besides, he's been practicing a lot

lately, and it shows."

"Well, you're probably the last person he should be 'practicing' on,"

Fred grumbled, knowing that he couldn't compete with his son's

sexual prowess.

"That's a rather selfish statement, Fred," Claire chided. "You didn't

hear me complain when you taught Eric how to drive, did you?" She

looked at him with a raised eyebrow and continued, "Or when you

showed him how to shave? I know every facet of what Eric should be

learning in the realm of sexuality, so it only makes sense for me to be

the one he practices with." Her voice was firm, but underneath there

was a hint of longing and desire.

Eric seemed to drown out their conversation as he feasted on Claire's

wet and swollen folds. He held her thighs tightly, his face buried in the

velvety warmth of her womanhood as his wiggly tongue delved deep

into her slick tunnel. Each flick and swirl of his licker was met with a

moan of pleasure from Claire, the sweet scent of her arousal filling

the air around them. It was as if he couldn't get enough of her,

savoring every drop of her fragrant juices and reveling in the tangy

flavor that lingered in his mouth.

Eric eagerly feasted on her delicate folds, his intense focus

reminiscent of a dog devouring a juicy steak. While licking, he gazed

up at her exposed abdomen and the impressive size of Claire's

breasts bouncing under her tank top, her erect nipples visibly pushing

against the fabric. She gripped his face between her thick thighs and

trailed her bare feet down his spine, her bare buttocks rhythmically

moving on the car seat.

Claire arched her back, her head thrown back with pleasure, her eyes

shut tightly. She whimpered softly in a blend of lust and contentment.

Eric's tongue was like a magic wand, igniting a fire within her that

burned brightly, threatening to consume them both.

Fred could only watch in awe, unable to comprehend the sensations

his wife was experiencing. He felt like a spectator, an outsider, as he

witnessed the intense chemistry between his son and wife. A wave of

deep disappointment and shame washed over him as he realized that

he had failed to give his wife the same kind of pleasure and

satisfaction.

Claire reached a climax, her body shaking violently as her cries of

pleasure filled the car. She clenched her teeth, trying to hold onto the

wave of ecstasy that had taken her over. Eric continued to lick and

suck on her clit, prolonging her orgasm and drawing out every last

sensation.

Eric's mind swirled in a haze of pleasure as he couldn't decide which

tasted more succulent, the creamy tit-milk flowing from Claire's

nipples or the tangy, pulsating ejaculatory juices emanating from her

urethra. The intimacy and exchange of bodily fluids between them

heightened their connection, causing him to quiver with delight. He

savored every drop of her essence, knowing that she relished his

semen just as deeply, solidifying their intense bond.

"Fuck, that was amazing," Claire exclaimed loudly, gasping for breath

as she felt her body tremble with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "I

can't believe how good you've gotten at that, honey."

Fred saw his son rising from between Claire's legs, juices dripping

from his chin as he licked his lips clean.

As they arrived back at their house, Eric and Claire eagerly assisted

Fred in unloading the car. Their laughter bubbled over as they

playfully flirted with each other, acting like infatuated teenagers.

Fred rolled his eyes in mock annoyance as he watched his wife pull

Eric close, her fat tits pressing against him as she showered him with

kisses. "Do you two ever take a break from touching each other?" he

joked, a hint of jealousy laced in his words.

"Honey, I pumped a bottle for the baby before we left this morning,"

Claire stated, slowly pulling her son by the hand out of the kitchen.

"Would you mind feeding her? Eric and I need some alone time for

awhile."

"I got it," Fred answered, waving them off as he opened the fridge

and grabbed the baby's bottle.

In the bedroom, Claire and Eric's clothes scattered to the floor like

autumn leaves in a gusting wind. Eric's cock stood at attention on his

loins, pulsing with desire as he eagerly watched Claire slink onto the

bed. Her massive breasts bobbled and swayed every which way,

their weighty contours enticing him further. Pausing on all-fours, she

presented her rounded buttocks to him, beckoning him closer with

each tantalizing wiggle.

"Come on, honey," she purred, waggling her bare derriere in

invitation. The delicate folds of her sex glistened with wetness and

her swollen clit peeked out from between them, while the tight circle

of her anus throbbed between her smooth butt cheeks.

With eager anticipation, Eric gave his throbbing member a few

preparatory strokes, feeling it pulse with need as he mounted Claire's

haunches. His breath came out in short, excited gasps as he rubbed

the head of his engorged penis against her slick slit, eagerly

collecting her warm, sticky juices. The heat emanating from her sex

was almost tangible, making him shudder with pleasure. He couldn't

wait to enter her and experience the fullness and ecstasy that their

bodies would create together.

"Fuck meeee!" Claire cried out with desire, hinging her hips, eager to

be pounded from behind.

With a grunt, Eric thrust into her in one swift motion, burying his entire

length inside her. Claire yelped and moaned as his cock filled her up,

the sensation of it stretching her out, pushing past her tight muscles

with an intensity that both thrilled and pained her.

She threw her head back and cried out again, the sound muffled by

the pillow as she clenched her fists in the sheets.

Eric held onto her hips, grinding himself against her, trying to adjust

to the thickness of her tight, wet depths. He felt like he was going to

burst as he felt her clutching him, her muscles pulsing around his

throbbing erection. He groaned as his hips moved in sync with hers,

their bodies slapping together with a satisfying wet noise.

"Oh God, Eric, fuck me harder!" Claire screamed, her voice rose with

each thrust. She thrust back against him, making her luscious ass

cheeks ripple upon impact.

Eric loved watching the meat of her mature ass ripple like jelly as he

thrust into her, reaming her out. Her oversized tit-melons swung back

and forth in perfect unison, like two giant pendulums. He could feel

himself gaining speed, the tightness of her sex gripping him, pulling

him in closer with each thrust.

"Slap my ass, baby," the mother directed, her breathing laborious.

"It's important to slap a girl's ass when you're fucking her from

behind."

Eric let loose with a hard, sharp strike to his mom's ass, making her

butt-meat ripple.

"Again!" Claire squealed and her son responded with another loud

smack to her heaving buttocks. It made him feel powerful, like he

owned her pussy, and was encouraging her to keep throwing it back

on him by giving her savage slaps to the ass. He could tell it was

getting his mom worked up as well.

Claire screamed out suddenly, her voice echoing through the house

as her orgasm took her, twisting her into knots as she was slammed

by her son. She felt the familiar building tension inside her, starting

low and growing like a heated coil spiraling out of control. Her orgasm

hit her like a tidal wave, and she could feel the walls of her sex

convulsing, gripping Eric's cock as he pummeled her from behind.

Her body jerked and trembled with pleasure, her large breasts

bouncing wildly on her chest. She screamed out as the orgasm

racked her body, her lips parted and her head thrown back, her eyes

squeezed tightly shut as she felt the sensations ripple through her

entire body.

Eric employed the edging technique, skillfully controlling his arousal

and delaying his release. He was determined to make this moment

last, to let his dad hear the sounds of his wife reaching climax

multiple times - something that he was sure never happened when

they had sex.

As the pair continued to fuck with a fervor that bordered on the

animalistic, Fred could hear the unmistakable sounds of their

lovemaking. He clenched his fists, trying to hold onto his anger as the

reverberations of their passion shook the very foundation of the

house.

After feeding the baby and putting her down in her crib, Fred couldn't

help by stop outside his wife and son's doorway.

The sound of Eric's body slamming into Claire's and the squelching

noises their genitals made together filled the air. Each thrust

resounded through the house.

Claire screamed out loud, her voice echoing through the house. Her

own moans and groans of pleasure mingled with her son's grunts,

punctuating their passionate encounter.

Against his better judgment, Fred reluctantly opened the door and

peered into the room with a mixture of shock and horror. His wife lay

on the bed, her back arched, while Eric ravaged her with primal force.

Her lithe legs were entwined around his broad back, her splayed

thighs cradling him as he thrust into her with unbridled intensity. The

sight of his son's impressive blue-viened girth pounding deeply and

wetly into Claire's exposed core was both vulgar and mesmerizing,

captivating Fred's gaze in a way he never would have thought

possible.

With a heavy sigh, he closed the door to their bedroom and made his

way through the house to escape the increasingly feverish sounds of

their love-making. The distant rumble of thunder echoed outside,

adding to the charged atmosphere. He sought solace in the garage,

surrounded by familiar tools and projects, hoping to distract himself.

But every few minutes, despite his best efforts, Fred couldn't help but

hear the faint sounds of his wife's orgasmic screams coming from

upstairs. Each one served as a painful reminder of the intense

pleasure that Eric was providing her - pleasure that Fred couldn't

seem to give her.

Claire sweet talked her son into staying home instead of going out

with friends and they fucked for nearly two hours, right until the very

last minute before Claire's daughter was due to return home from her

friend's house. In a frenzied rush to compose themselves, they

quickly separated and tried to regain their composure.

"Are you alright, mom?" Stacey asked as she watched Claire hastily

make her way across the hallway, clad only in a towel. Claire's body

glistened with sweat and her hair was wild and disheveled, giving her

the appearance of having just completed a grueling marathon. "I'm

fine, honey," Claire replied with a forced smile. "Eric and I were just

doing some intense yoga exercises in our bedroom." The truth was

far from that, but Claire wasn't about to reveal the steamy activities

that had taken place just moments ago. She prayed that Stacey

wouldn't notice the flush on her cheeks or the slight tremble in her

voice.

As the family sat down for dinner and went about their usual evening

routine, Claire and Eric couldn't help but steal longing glances at

each other across the table. As soon as bedtime arrived, they were

back to their insatiable desire for one another, eagerly exploring each

other's bodies in a frenzy of sucking and fucking. The air was thick

with the heady scent of passion as they writhed on the bed, trying out

different positions to satisfy their insatiable cravings.

Eric reveled in the feel of Claire's squishy breasts pressed against

him all night, his mouth never tiring of sucking and chewing on her

flesh as he drank down her milk like a man possessed. And when it

came time for him to climax, she expertly milked his cock until he

thought he couldn't possibly produce any more cum.

The familiar scent of dinner cooking in the kitchen filled Fred's nostrils

as he arrived home, tired from a long day at work. His wife greeted

him with a kiss, her expression serious and determined.

"Fred, there's something new that I'd like Eric to explore," she began,

"and I thought it was important to mention it to you."

His eyes rolled instinctively at the thought of another one of his wife's

ideas for their son.

"Well, what is it this time?" he asked wearily.

Claire's gaze bore into his own, her lips forming a nervous smile.

"You know how strongly I feel about Eric learning and mastering

sexual things," she explained. "There's something crucial that we

haven't explored yet, and Eric is fully on board with trying it out

tonight."

Dread settled in the pit of Fred's stomach as he braced himself for

what was to come. "What is it?" he asked hesitantly.

"Anal sex," Claire replied boldly. "I know it's not something you've

been eager to try, but some guys like Eric get quite excited by the

idea."

A chill ran down Fred's spine as he imagined his son engaging in

such an act, but he knew he couldn't deny his wife's wishes. "Claire,

is this something that is truly necessary for you to do on top of

everything else?" he asked with a furrowed brow. "I mean, how many

times a day are you two engaging in sex now as it is?"

"I don't know, at least five or six times," she replied casually, as if it

were a normal occurrence. "But that's not the point. This is something

Eric is going to experience, something that girls may even request

from him specifically. It's important that he feels comfortable and

knows how to properly engage in anal sex, and it's my job to teach

him." She looked determined, her eyes shining with a sense of

purpose.

Fred let out a heavy sigh, his frustration evident in the furrow of his

brow and the tense set of his jaw. "And even if it did matter, would

that stop you?" he asked, his voice laced with exasperation.

Claire's laughter tinkled like bells as she shrugged her shoulders

nonchalantly. "No, I suppose it wouldn't," she admitted with a

mischievous glint in her eye. "But you should be grateful that I'm

keeping you informed. After all, Eric and I could be indulging in all

sorts of activities in there at night without your knowledge." Her smile

widened into a playful grin as she continued, "But I believe in

transparency in our marriage. And Eric needs to know that he has

your unwavering support."

Fred's face contorted in a mixture of anger and hurt as he spoke. "I

don't know how much support I can give to someone who's constantly

having sex with my wife."

Claire's scowl deepened, her eyes flashing with frustration. "How

selfish of you," she snapped back. "You're only thinking about the

physical pleasure that Eric and I are experiencing, but you're missing

the bigger picture here. Eric is about to enter the most sexually

charged phase of his life - college. It's a playground for young men to

explore their desires and with Eric's striking looks and

impressive...endowment, I have no doubt that he will be indulging in

all sorts of sexual escapades with countless girls. I need to ensure

that he is prepared in every possible way." The tension between them

was palpable as they faced off, each wanting what they believed was

best for Eric's future.

Fred groaned, his frustration evident in the way he slumped his

shoulders and rubbed at his temples. "Yeah, alight...I've heard this all

before," he said with a heavy sigh.

Claire placed a gentle hand on his arm, her eyes softening as she

leaned in to speak. "You know, I can't help but feel like there are

other deep-seated reasons why you don't like what Eric and I are

doing," she shared, her voice tinged with empathy. "You see him

possessing me sexually and you don't like it. You see him doing

things to my body, making me climax in ways that I never could with

you. Am I right?"

Fred hesitated before finally nodding, his jaw set in resignation.

"But Fred," Claire continued, her tone gentle yet firm. "It doesn't make

you any less important. You need to understand that." She reached

up to cup his cheek affectionately. "You're a smart person and a hard

worker who provides well for our family. Those are your gifts and

they're wonderful."

Her words seemed to soothe some of Fred's tension, but Claire

wasn't finished. "Eric has a different set of gifts," she explained. "He

was blessed with good looks and...an exceptionally large penis." A

faint blush colored her cheeks as she thought about Eric's crotch.

"And his skills in the bedroom are extraordinary."

She took a deep breath before adding, "Plus, he's so much younger

than you are. He's always hard and ready for sex, which is no fault of

yours." A touch of sadness crept into her voice as she spoke these

words. "You just can't compete in that category."

Despite the hurt and insecurity bubbling inside of him, Fred couldn't

help but admire Claire's honesty and compassion as she tried to

comfort him. He knew that their relationship would never be the

same, but he also knew that he loved her enough to let her do what

she felt was necessary for their son.

Eric's body shuddered with pleasure as he watched his lubricated

knob slip seamlessly into the socket of Claire's asshole. The

throbbing ring eagerly swallowed him, pulling him deeper and deeper

inside her. She crouched above on their bed, her feet planted firmly

as she lowered herself onto his cock. Her body was bent in half

above him, offering him a perfect view of her huge dangling tits and

the intense expression of desire on her face.

"Let's take it slow at first, baby," Claire advised. "Let my ass adjust to

the size of your cock."

Eric nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving the sight of his

cock sliding into his mother's ass. It was something he had always

dreamed of but never thought he would actually get to experience.

But now, here he was, deep inside her, feeling the warmth and

tightness of her anus around his teenage boner. He reached up to

cup her breasts, massaging and kneading them as he began to thrust

slowly.

Claire's moans filled the room, a mixture of pleasure and pain as her

body adapted to the invasion of her most private orifice. She leaned

down, kissing Eric passionately, their tongues dancing together as

their bodies moved in tandem. She could feel his cock growing even

larger inside her, stretching her ass to its limits.

Claire's ass cheeks rested against Eric's upper thighs as she buried

his prick all the way inside her anal orifice.

The sensation was overwhelming as Eric let out a satisfied sigh, his

engorged cock submerged in the slick, heated depths of his mother's

anal passage. With each thrust, he could feel every inch of his

sensitive tip pulsating against the tight walls of her rectum. The heat

and pressure only intensified the pleasure, causing him to moan in

ecstasy as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

As Claire's body adapted to the fullness of Eric's cock inside her, she

quickened the pace and depth of her movements. Her fingers gripped

tightly onto the headboard as she impaled herself on his throbbing

member, pushing it deeper into her tight asshole with each forceful

thrust. "Baby, fuck my ass!" she cried out, her voice trembling with

pleasure as their flesh smacked together in a primal rhythm. The bed

creaked beneath them, adding to the lewd sounds of their passionate

lovemaking.

After several minutes of butt fucking ecstasy, Claire reached down

with one hand, while holding the headboard with the other and began

to rub the swollen nub of her clitoris. This added a whole other layer

of pleasure to the mix, making the experience even more taboo and

intense. She could feel herself getting closer, the orgasm building

within her.

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" Claire panted, her voice filled with urgency.

Even though it wasnt easy, Eric used his skills to hold off his

ejaculation, so he could enjoy fucking his mom's asshole as long as

possible. Watching her pretty face grimace as she let out a shrill cry

of pleasure was a beautiful thing to behold. The way her asshole

pulsated around his steely prick was almost more than he could bear.

Even though Claire had breastfed the baby just before they went to

bed, warm nectar still dripped from her milk-engorged tits like droplets

of honey. It pooled on Eric's chest in sticky splatters, inviting him to

taste its sweetness. His desire to gorge himself on Claire's melons

grew with every second, like a hunger that couldn't be satisfied until

he tasted her sweet milk.

"Can I suck your tits, mom?" he asked, his eyes glued to the sight of

them.

"Do you really expect me to say no to that?" she asked, lowering

down and planting her knees astride his hips.

Eric planted a pillow under his back so he was reclined instead of

laying flat, placing himself in the perfect position for vigorous titsucking.

Before he began breastfeeding, Eric loved to wedge his face

in the valley of her gaping tit-cleavage, kissing his way around

between her spongy contours like he was drowning in a sea of huge,

rippling boobie-meat. He had become quite possessive of his mom's

big udders.

Finally, he latched onto Claire's left breast, groaning in delight at the

sweet nectar that flowed into his mouth. The pressure of her soft,

heavy tit on his face sent shivers down his spine. He sucked hard,

drawing on the nipple like it was a lifeline, his eyes locked on the

sight of flesh in front of him.

As he suckled avidly, the milk gushed into his mouth, filling him with a

sense of fulfillment that he had never known before. It was more than

just a craving—it was a deep, primal urge that seemed to awaken

something within him.

Meanwhile, Claire's body continued to convulse with pleasure as

Eric's hungry mouth worked on her tit. She could feel her own climax

building with every pull of his lips, the intense sensation of sucking

and butt fucking combining to send shockwaves of pleasure through

her entire body.

Finally, she couldn't take it any longer. With a final moan, she

climaxed, her entire body trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over

her. Her asshole clenched tightly around Eric's cock, pulling him even

deeper into her taboo depths.

Eric's cock was slick and hard, a well-oiled piston smoothly gliding

through the tight cylinder of Claire's back passage. Her velvety anal

walls molded perfectly to the shape of his sinewy boner, sending

intense sensations of pleasure coursing through his body with every

movement. The heat and friction between them intensified as they

moved in perfect rhythm, reaching new heights of passion and desire.

Claire's ass flew up and down like a basketball bouncing rhythmically

on Eric's crotch, making a lewd smack every time her body collided

with his.

"Do you like the feel of mommy's asshole on your cock, baby?" Claire

asked, her voice full of lust.

"Oh fuck, yes, mom," Eric's tit-smothered mouth groaned, his hips

bucking in response. With a savage hunger, he clamped his teeth

around her large, rubbery teat. He tugged on it with an intense force,

stretching it out from the wide, thickly-textured ring of her areola. It

was like a dog gnawing on one of its favorite toys, determined to get

every last bit of enjoyment out of it. Milk squirted from several ducts

surrounding the swollen nipple, Eric's teeth digging into its tender

flesh. The taste of tit-nectar flooded his mouth as he hungrily

swallowed it down, feeling a primal satisfaction in using Claire's body

as his own personal plaything. He clawed at her skin, suckling and

nipping at her motherly flesh with reckless abandon. She let him be

as rough as he pleased, indulging in the raw pleasure of their

uninhibited passion.

As they continued to fuck, their movements grew more urgent, their

moans of pleasure becoming louder and more intense. The bed

creaked and slammed against the wall with each approximation, a

slap in the face to Fred who was attempting to sleep in the next room.

With each thrust, Eric felt as though his cock was being crushed by

the walls of Claire's anus, like two tight fists around his dong trying to

milk the cum out, but it only made him want to fuck her more. He

could feel his balls tightening, drawing up close to his body, and knew

that he was close to filling his mother's ass with his cum.

Claire could sense that Eric was on the brink of climax, and she

reveled in the sensation of his cock throbbing inside her shitter. She

reached down between her legs, cupped his balls in her hand, and

began to stroke them gently, scratching lightly on the flesh of his nuts

with her long, painted fingernails.

"Cum inside me, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Fill

my ass with your hot cum."

The words sent Eric over the edge. With a loud groan, he thrust

deeply into his mother's ass and held his cock there as he sprayed

her rectum with his warm cum. Hot jets of sperm oozed from the tip of

his cock and splashed against the walls of her anal tunnel, filling her

ass completely with his juicy release.

Claire's anal canal tightened around his cock, chewing on his erectile

flesh, milking every last drop of his sperm, as she clenched and

unclenched around his throbbing shaft. She raised herself up and

down, slowly milking Eric's cock dry before collapsing down onto his

chest, both of them spent and utterly satisfied.

As they lay there, still connected and panting heavily, Eric raised his

head to look at his mother's beautiful face, her eyes burning with the

same intensity that he felt in his own.

"Thank you," he finally whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

"You're welcome, baby," she replied, kissing him tenderly on the lips.

"I'm glad we're getting to experience everything together. I want you

to enjoy every inch of my body."

Sometime in the middle of the night, Fred was jolted awake by the

unmistakable sound of Eric and Claire locked in a heated fuck. The

rhythmic thumping of their headboard against the wall echoed

through the room like a tribal drum, revealing the intensity of their

lovemaking. Curiosity and arousal stirred within him as he imagined

Eric hovering over his wife, her legs spread wide in the air as he

thrust into her with wild abandon. He heard sounds coming from her

that he had never heard before in their 20 years of marriage - primal

moans and gasps of pleasure that he knew he could never elicit from

her.

For what felt like an eternity, he laid there in the dark room, listening

to the rhythmic thumping on the wall. The sound slowly grew more

intense, building up to a climax every few minutes that made his heart

race with anticipation. He imagined his wife's body quivering and

spasming with pleasure, her voice erupting in squeals of ecstasy. His

son's stamina was impressive, as the thumping continued for thirty

minutes, then an hour, until it became even more intense and erratic.

It seemed as though Eric's body was pulsating and thrusting at the

same time, reaching a peak of pleasure as if he was spilling out

inside her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the knocking

ceased altogether.

The once bustling room fell silent once again, the only sound being

the soft murmur of the air conditioning. But ten minutes later, a

rhythmic pounding echoed through the walls, breaking the quietude. It

was different this time, each knock precise and deliberate, as if they

were following a carefully choreographed routine in their sexual

dance. Fred couldn't help but wonder which position his wife and son

were trying out now. In their marriage, he had found it challenging to

keep up with her insatiable appetite for new sex positions, especially

considering his pudgy figure and lack of physical fitness. Meanwhile,

his wife seemed to be as limber as a ballet dancer thanks to her

religious Pilates practice. And he had no doubt that Eric, with his

chiseled physique and stamina of an athlete, had no trouble at all

satisfying Claire's every desire in any position they chose. The

thought made Fred feel inadequate and insecure in comparison.

In the next room, the sounds of passion filled the air as Eric and

Claire entwined in a primal dance. They were in the leg-glider

position, with Claire lying on her side and one arm propping her head

up. Her legs were spread out on the mattress, one extended straight

up into the air like a beacon of pleasure, her toes pointed towards the

cieling. Eric straddled her grounded leg, using it as a base while her

other leg rested against his shoulder for leverage. The rhythmic

movement of their bodies created a symphony of desire as he thrust

into her with varying angles, expertly pleasuring her with his rigid

cock. His eyes were fixated on her supple breasts, watching them

bounce and quiver in perfect harmony with their union.

Claire beamed with pride as she watched Eric's progress over the

past week. From timidly pleasuring himself with her wet panties, he

had quickly learned the art of edging and transformed into a sexual

powerhouse. His mattress became his stage, his body his instrument,

and Claire was sure he could conquer any sexual challenge that

came his way. She knew he would leave every girl craving more,

unable to resist his irresistible charms.

For three blissful months, Claire and Eric's passion knew no bounds.

They reveled in each other's bodies, entwining themselves in

pleasure until the early morning light. Sheets tangled and soaked with

their combined essence, they collapsed into a deep slumber, only to

wake up and start all over again. Their raw desire and unbridled lust

knew no limits. And it was no surprise that one of the countless times

they beat their tireless pissers together, an act of passion resulted in

new life being formed within Claire's womb. Eric's potent seed broke

through her ovum and impregnated her with another child, sealing

their love and connection forever.

Fred's eyes widened in shock, but his wife's persuasive words easily

convinced him. She argued that their son Eric needed the experience

of impregnating a girl and would also benefit from learning to please

her as her body changed during pregnancy. At college, Eric was

popular with the ladies, fucking plenty of hot, young pussy and

gorging himself on their plump, bouncy tits, but each time he returned

home for break, Claire's belly had grown larger and her breasts were

becoming swollen with milk. And during his stay, they did nothing but

engage in passionate intercourse until they were physically spent.

The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat as they explored

each other's bodies day and night, much to Fred's displeasure.

Despite Claire's attempts to return to a normal sexual routine with her

husband, the passion and intensity she had shared with Eric made

her encounters with Fred seem almost laughable in comparison. And

as much as Fred tried to ignore it, he couldn't help but notice the way

his wife would practically pounce on Eric at the door every time he

visited, leading him straight to the bedroom for what she called

'practice' sessions. It was clear that she was determined to keep

honing Eric's already impressive skills.

The air was thick with longing and desire as they moved together,

their bodies fitting perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. And in those

moments, Fred couldn't help but wonder if Claire truly belonged to

him or if Eric was the one who now possessed her heart and body

forever.

THE END