The Method Pt. 01

"What's going on Brian?! I know you can do better than this!"

"I-I'm just tired from holding it all morning."

"Remember, baby... women hate excuses..." Stacey sighed and released her grip just as she felt the first signs of him softening. "Now come on, let's go again."

"W-whew... s-sorry... yes, mom..." the teen muttered as he got on all fours above his mother as she lay back down on her back.

Kathleen's eyes widened as she realized that, even in the throes of ecstasy, her friend never stopped her parenting style. Stacey's voice echoed in her head. "It's about discipline."

"That's okay baby... you did real good holding on for me..." Stacey cooed as she scratched the embattled teen's chest lovingly with her long, pink nails.

"But it's also about encouragement..." Kathleen whispered to herself as she couldn't help but tear up slightly at the tender sight before her. So this was the Method.

Nearly another thirty minutes later, her friend's words echoed again as she watched in disbelief as the poor teen sweated profusely as he was made to fuck his mother nonstop through another climax. "It's about hard work."

"Ohh fuckkk babbyyyyy... don't you stop now!"

"I'm so tired mommmm... you didn't let me sleep a wink last night..."

"And I don't regret it - you made mommy feel soo good." Stacey smacked the boy's ass, hard, "Don't you get lazy on me now! Come on! Fuck! Ughhh... I'm so closeee..."

"Uggghhhh... yes mommmm..." the teen groaned through clenched jaws, his voice pained from the effort of the strenuous fuck and the intense maternal spasms that racked his oversensitized shaft.

"Yes! Yes! Like that! Just likeeee... ohhhhh... you're... gonna... MAKE... ME... COMEE!!!!"

Kathleen couldn't help but frig her pussy as she watched friend shake and scream, her legs pulled back, her face beet red, and her toes clenched. Even in the closet, the stench of rutting suffused the air.

To give the boy's tender penis a break, the couple had switched positions. Stacey was now atop Brian, her moon-shaped ass rhythmically bouncing up to reveal their union. As Kathleen's eyes fixated on floppy mature-pussy-lips stretched around thick boy-pole, covered in gooey strings of pink mom-cum, Stacey bent forward to French-kiss her son and whisper in his ear.

"Okay, baby. This time, let's come together."

"Really? I can come?"

"Yes sweetheart..." Stacey giggled at her son's enthusiasm. "You've done sooo good baby... now dig deep and make mommy come one last time."

Brian caught his mother's seeking lips with his own as he thrust upwards as deep as he could and began grinding her posterior fornix, making her sigh and clench. The abyssal penetration made her shake and instinctively withdraw, so the powerful teenager wrapped his arms around her body and pressed her close to his large chest, trapping her as he slowly rolled his flexed glutes below.

"Like that?"

Stacey was delirious. Her fingers lovingly stroked his face as she mewled piteously in his ears. "Ohhhh yesssss... just like that sweeetieeee... ohmygosh fuckkk... oh mommy LOVESSS youuu..." She began to lay kiss after kiss on her son's face before arching her back in pleasure, her left tit now ravenously being devoured by her son.

Kathleen swallowed, realizing that she was almost drooling. If it weren't for the clearly sexual context, the love in Stacey's voice would have truly felt like purely maternal. Indeed, as she watched the couple's tender embrace grow more desperate, Kathleen heard the final part of her friend's advice. "It's also about love."

"Ohhh mommmm... I'm gonna blow...." the sweaty teen groaned before slipping his mother's breast back into his mouth.

"Yesss sweeetieee... me too... you've done soooo goood. Now use mommy as your fucktoy... fill me up!!" Stacey's voice grew frantic as she bounced her ass up and down, the bottom of her thighs thwacking against Brian's quads. Kathleen barely recognized her friend, her pink nails digging into the boy's pectorals as she used her outstretched arms as anchors to shuttle her son's pussy-drill from cap to base in a frantic cowgirl-fuck.

The teen followed his mother's commands as he grabbed her ass and began doing hip thrusts into her, helping her pound her womb. The dance became a blur to Kathleen just as the boy roared his climax.

"Augggh!!!!!"

Meanwhile the usually composed, matronly face her friend had transformed into a scowl of ectasy, covered by a mess of disheveled blonde hair. Her sagging breasts jounced wildly as she bucked up and down. Her already vulgar vocalizations now devolved into guttural shrieks, and her face turned redder than her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut and screamed as she came incredibly hard.

"EEEHHH!!!!! AIIIIII!!!!!"

Kathleen clapped her hand to her mouth even as her wide eyes watched with fascination as the couple rutted before her, thick white cream pouring from their union onto the boy. The mother and son she'd known for over a decade had just mated.

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Greg Adams jerked his cock fast with both hands, gritting his teeth, seeking release. He sat back on the computer chair fully clothed, with his member snaking out from the elastic of his shorts. His eyes were glued to the voluptuous woman being fucked standing up on the computer screen, while her exaggerated moans filled his headphones. When his concentration broke for a moment, he was horrified to find his mother in his peripheral vision.

"Oh shit! Mom! I'm... wait... I thought you were going to... ummm..." the boy muttered, doubling forward to hide his shame as he tore off his headphones. He'd completely forgotten that he was angry at her.

Blushing red and heart racing, Kathleen stared silently at her son, trying to quash the panic that flooded her insides. Fortunately, the many glasses of wine inside her, filtered through the already shocking and absurd events that she had already witnessed quelled her initially powerful desire to run. Suddenly, watching her own offspring double fist his cock didn't seem so transgressive.

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After the Robinsons had panted away their intense orgasm, Stacey sat up on her son and said something to him in his ear. Kathleen could not hear what was being said, but the couple disconnected immediately with a shared moan, and the boy hopped out of the bed and walked out of the room. On the way out, the sweaty, handsome youth winked knowingly at the closet as he stroked his still hard, mom-cum coated penis.

"Come on out, peepin Kathleen. I bet you have questions," sighed a moist, disheveled, and bright-pink Stacey as she stood next to the bed and turned to the closet. With a matter-of-fact attitude, she grabbed the towel on the nightstand and wiped up the large trickle of thick white liquid rolling down her thigh before putting on her robe and tying it off.

Kathleen slowly opened the door and walked up to her friend, eyes fixed in a thousand-yard stare. She could only mutter one word: "Wow."

Stacey giggled as she stretched, "Yup. Wow."

"So, this is the Method. Incest?"

"This is a key ingredient of the Method, yes. But it really is much more than that." Stacey pulled out a tiny book with leather binding from one of her dressers - it appeared to be a Bible on the surface.

Kathleen began reading the first chapter, titled with a large "Genesis". She'd read the actual Bible to know that the usual text that followed transitioned into something completely different within a page or two.

"In the beginning, a Mother created her Son. The Son was formless and empty until his Mother took him into the darkness and into the deep. Only then was there light."

"Nobody knows who wrote it or how old it is. This copy was handed down to my oma. For our purposes, its goal is to reestablish a mother's bond with her confused teenage boy."

"And it really works?"

"Yep. It has for generations. Hey, you know Bryan - you decide. Remember the kid from two years ago and compare him to the man that just walked out of the room. The Method helped him succeed intellectually, financially, physically, and... let's be honest, sexually..." Stacey chuckled, but the sigh that followed confirmed it was no joke.

"He's definitely... matured."

"Ha! That's all you can say after what you saw?"

Kathleen smiled sheepishly, "No, I'm sorry... that was incredibly hot. His... stamina is incredible."

"Yes it is. And I was the one that taught him... using The Method. If we want to raise the best men, they should be studs in addition to being scholars and athletes."

Kathleen felt a chill in her spine. It's as if she'd always believed what she'd just heard, but had never uttered the words. "You're not um.... wrong. So... um... how do you even..."

"Start?" Stacey laughed. "Yeah, it seemed impossible for me too, but I'll tell you what my mentor told me. An opportunity will present itself. You've just gotta have courage and determination. She was dead right."

"I guess... won't it ruin our relationship?"

"He'll be gone to college soon? From what you've described, it does not seem that you two have much of a relationship. Prepare for it to get worse soon anyway. As long as you can practice discretion, you literally have nothing to lose."

"Wow. That's... brutal."

"Sorry, hon. I went through it and it's what other Mothers told me too. Try the Method and I bet you'll see an improvement. I've never heard about a failure."

Kathleen felt dizzy. "It's just... a lot. And what about poor Greg?"

Stacey laughed. "Yes, poor poor Greg. Well, I'll tell you what Brian told me and you can decide how he's going to react."

"What?"

"There's no pussy like home."

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With Stacy's words buzzing loudly in her head, Kathleen muttered quietly as she gently placed her hand on Greg's shoulder. "Keep going..."

"Wha? Are you-? Uhhh..."

"I-it's okay. Trust me..." Kathleen whispered as her eyes fixated on the boy's large, thick spear. She could have never imagined that the mediocre body that the boy had inherited from his father could have sprouted such a man-sized cock, but one half of the genes come from the mother. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of competitive relief that her own boy outclassed even Stacey's.

Greg quivered from the range of emotions that coursed through him, but his lust won out in the end. He grasped the base of his cock with his right hand while his left stroked his glans slowly. Despite the teen's significant nervousness, his right had never felt his pole so rigid, and his left had never seen so much precum. Within a few moments, the relaxing pleasure stopped him from shaking and he was finally able to look up at his mother's face. Primed by his horniness, he noted her smooth, alabaster skin; her warm, brown eyes; and her pouty, pink lips. The crush he used to have on her as a young boy slowly reawakening, the horny teen began stroking faster and faster, finding that the habitual rapidity of his wanks further allayed his anxiety.

Kathleen missed her offspring's ogling, her eyes fixed onto the blur between his hands. "Wow... it feels good to do it fast like that, huh?"

"Uhh.... um... y-yeah... um I'm gonna come soon..."

"Already? Don't you want to make it last?"

The teen couldn't help but blush, "Is this fast?"

"Yeah..." she muttered, making him turn even more pink. She almost apologized for embarrassing him, but the book's advice resonated again in her head.

"Hurt ego today is improved skill tomorrow. Honesty is the way!"

"Oh..." the boy was crestfallen.

"How about you stroke it slower?"

"That doesn't feel good."

"It can."

"Yeah?"

A pregnant pause followed. Kathleen felt like she could hear her heart throbbing in the silence as she tried to muster up the courage to ask the question that both of them wanted her to ask.

Stacey's voice egged her on. "The Mother must lead. A Son seldom crosses the line."

Kathleen clenched her fist and began to speak. "I-I um... want me to... um.. show you?"

"Uh... ye-... well... I donno... umm... I'm not sure... what about... dad?"

This time a quote from the Method itself came to mind: "Our sisterhood recognizes no wife. A wife may love her husband, but a Mother's love is her Son's and his alone. Render to the Son what is the Son's."

Kathleen dropped to her knees. She stared at the throbbing penis before her, gulped, and quickly grasped the middle of the shaft in her right hand. She gasped at its surprising heat and hardness and felt a strange sensation in her belly when she realized she couldn't curl her fingers around it.

"Wow... mom..." the boy gasped, his flabby belly trembling.

"Relax sweetie..." Kathleen muttered as she slowly began moving her hand up and down the shaft. There was no way her eyes could make contact with her son's, so they satisfied themselves by widening at the amount of cock jutting out of either side of her hand.

"W-wait... I... ughhh..." the boy's hesitance melted as his lust overtook him.

With each stroke, Kathleen's skill overtook her deep reservations. Soon, it felt like she was back in her freshman dormroom, fluffing the cute boy from second floor for a stress-relieving post-midterm fuck. After a few minutes of general strokes, her thumb gently massaged the lad's sensitive frenulum, making his glans ooze lubricating precum that she spread over the whole shaft with a slow downstroke. The slow, squelching sound of her skillful fondling filled the room, punctuated only by Kathleen's soft sighs and her son's increasingly erratic groans.

"Ohhh myyy godddd..." Used to more frantic, quick stimulation, the teen tried to thrust into her hands.

Modeling Stacey, Kathleen smacked him gently on his thighs. "Stop it, Gregory!" She hadn't physically disciplined him so in years, and outside of this specific context, it was unlikely that the rascal would've submitted. Yet he was totally pliant in her hands - she hadn't felt this empowered as a mother in a long time.

"S-sorry."

Unlike the usual bickering that followed from conflict between them, only love filled the air. "Just slow down... let me take care of you sweetie..." she cooed as she replaced her thumb circles with slow, longitudinal strokes from bulb to balls.

"Oh my godddd... mommmm... that feels sooo gooooddddd..." the teen whimpered, his eyes lidding as he tried to relax back down onto the couch, still wriggling from the torturous sensation.

With his eyes closed, Kathleen could finally bear to look at the boy. Slowly, she became transfixed by just how handsome her son was. The dour teenager's perpetually resting bitch face had melted into a serene expression overlaid by a slight tension from the slow pleasure he was enduring. When he clenched his jaw and groaned, he was nothing short of beautiful.

She shook her head to dispel her trance and joined her son in watching the porn still playing on the laptop. The couple, a May-September mix of a gifted young stud and a voluptuous cougar, was currently engaged in a 69.

"See? Isn't it better slower?" Kathleen stared at the nearly purplish helmet, gurgling clear mucus that made it shine, as it penetrated the air above her hands before retreating. She sighed with longing when the sight mixed with the memory of Stacey's face when Bryan worked her deep.

"Yesss... god yesss..."

"Mmm... that feel good? Oh my sweet, handsome... hung boy." Each compliment made the boy's cock harden noticeably, as Stacey had predicted, making Kathleen giggle. "Oh cutiee... I love you..."

"Ughhh... I l-love you too mommm..." he moaned softly as he fought his hips natural inclination to thrust madly.

Kathleen's heart ached. She hadn't heard the boy authentically respond to her declarations of love in what seemed like years. The most she ever got was a half-muttered fake. To maximize his enjoyment as a reward, she brought her right hand to rub the sensitive base, while she grasped the drooling, purple glans with her left hand.

Greg hissed at the strangely cold sensation on his sensitive cockhead. He opened his eyes to find his mother smiling and looking away sheepishly as she gave him a double handjob. Their eyes met for a moment. The look of pure love was not new to him, but he'd seen it less and less over the last few years. He'd always batted away his subliminal attraction to her, but looking at her, her slightly flushed and sweaty face framed by her short, dark hair, he had to admit that she was gorgeous. Already primed by the intense sensations on his dong and his realization of the comely woman before him, the sight and sensation of her wedding band digging into his cockhead was more than the poor teen could stand.

"Oh fuck... I can't hold ittt..."

Kathleen gave the boy finally what he wanted and began shuttling her left hand quickly between his glans and his midshaft while her right hand began gently rubbing the sack of his aching balls. He began to groan and wheeze before finally grunting loudly.

"COMMINGGGG... HNGGGHHH!!!"

A thick rope of white fluid jetted from the tip into the air and onto the boy's groin and Kathleen's hands.

"Woah!!" she exclaimed as she pointed the spear back onto his stomach. She watched in morbid fascination as his testicles retracted with each powerful spasm as her index and thumb gently massaged the meat of the sack.

"Ohhhhh... FUCKKKK!!!" the boy continued to bleat and groan as his pisshole squeezed off thick rope after rope onto his belly, chest, and neck. Eventually the pleasure was too much and his voice cracked as he whined desperately.

The sound triggered her maternal response and, as if by instinct, she began to coo comfortingly. "Aww sweetiee.... feels really good, huh?? Come for me babyyy...."

"Ohhhhh... yessss... mommmmmmeeeeee..." the boy groaned, his voice like a contralto's.

After nearly a minute, with the dong still oozing come, Kathleen finally let go of the shaft, still bobbing in the air, completely undiminished in size. The amount of the thick, white fluid that coated her hands and her son's entire torso was unbelievable. The powerful musk suffused her nostrils and climbed to her olfactory brain. The appropriate excerpt from The Method came to mind.

"Let the son produce his seed. Let the mother bear her fruit. Let them increase in number."

"Wow... sweetie... you came sooo much. There's enough here... to get the whole damn high school pregnant..."

"Well...uh.. I... uh... I-I'm not having sex..." the teen muttered defeatedly as he cleaned himself up with his T-shirt.

Kathleen gently stroked his arm, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. I was wrong before. I'm sorry I teased you about girl problems. That wasn't very nice."

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been so mad. It just hurt my feelings," the boy muttered quietly.

The mother's eyes welled at the first notion of emotional intimacy from her boy in a long time and she threw her arms around him. She felt a moistness on her summer dress when she pressed her body against his, and realized that it was his seed. She was surprised to find that she didn't care. "My poor baby. I love you."

"I-I love you too," Greg blushed and pulled away from the hug. He tried to mollify his feelings with a joke that he hoped would shock her. "S-so you're saying you don't mind if I have sex?"

Kathleen smiled back naughtily. "Just promise me you'll use a condom... and go slow, okay tiger? For me? And the poor girl?" She eyed his throbbing monstrosity.

"Yes, ma'am."

Kathleen beamed. This was the most obedient her son had been in years - Stacey really had been onto something. She decided to press her luck.

"Good boy. Now, did you like your mom helping you with this?"

"Yes!" the teen stood at attention, almost as if by habit.

"Do you want it to happen again?"