The Method Pt. 01

"Have you never put a condom on before?"

"No, sorry..."

"It's okay. Let me..."

Kathleen grasped the thick, warm pole with her left hand as she placed the rubber onto the tip and began rolling it downwards. She smiled naughtily as her teenager shuddered and moaned at the sensation. Despite the purported large size of the condom, she was surprised to find that it stopped rolling out with more than a few inches of shaft below it. She shuddered herself as she remembered that she was in for quite the stuffing.

"Ughh... it's ti-tight..." the boy groaned as his mother grasped him by the hilt and stroked her pussy with the now covered tip.

"G-good. H-haha we don't want any of those s-swimmers getting into me, do we?"

The boy shrugged, his loyalties clearly divided between that of a dutiful son and a horny, breeding-age male, "I guesss n-not... uggghhh ohhhh..."

"Ooohh..." Kathleen moaned with her son as she rubbed her labia with her son's thick, rubbered glans. "Are you ready to fuck, birthday boy?"

"Ugghhhh... yesssss..."

Kathleen pulled the boy into her and the tip of the flat glans spread open her flaps. She hissed at the pressure.

"Ugghhh... mommm.... that's amazinggg..." the teen groaned and hissed, his eyes rolling back into his head as his hips involuntarily pushed forward, causing a few inches to slip inside.

"OHHH!!! Fuckkk..." Kathleen yelped, surprised to find herself sweating and aching from just a small sample of the lad's endowment, "b-baby... hsssss... you're ssstretching me outtt..."

"S-so tightttt..." the teen rasped, himself sweating profusely and heart racing from the intense sensations. Unable to push any further forward, the boy's instincts had him slowly thrusting back and forth with the tip.

Kathleen's face and chest were beet red already, and she was panting and gasping non-stop, "Ha ha ha ughhh ha ha... ohhh... feels... good..." Despite his jerky and inexperienced shallow thrusts, the man-cock inside her stretched her walls with a powerful intensity. Already primed by her husband's neglect, Kathleen was approaching a powerful climax quickly.

"Ughh... momm... I can'tttt..."

"Sweetie... pleaseeee... moreeee..." Kathleen wailed pitiously, observing their union with disbelief. How would she take all of that monster?

"I- I'm try-... oh GODDDDD FUCKKKKK!!"

The teen choked and grunted and began to spit semen into the rubber receptacle. After a while, the post-orgasmic sensation was too much and the boy pulled out.

Kathleen panted as she was left hanging just a few thrusts from orgasm. "Wha- what the- fuck..." she muttered angrily as she pushed the boy away and closed her legs.

"Oh shit... I'm so sorry, mom." The teen deflated, unable to look her in the eye.

Kathleen's heart ached at her baby boy's shame and her irritation melted away with a deep sigh. She sat up to the edge of the bed and stroked his face, "It's okay, sweetie."

Greg looked furtively at her, "Thanks... well... um... dad says evolution programmed guys to come fast... guess it's how it is, huh?" The boy chuckled weakly. "And look... I'm getting hard again... can we do it again?"

Although her surprisingly powerful lust and maternal forgiveness begged Kathleen to give him what he (and her what she) wanted, the Method warned her otherwise. "Never reward failure. It only teaches with brutal honesty. Pain now yields dividends later."

"Umm... no, that's not how it is..." she muttered, her face stern as she pulled off the boy's condom and tied it off.

"Ughh... umm... what do you mean?"

Kathleen sighed. "Listen. I'm going to say some unkind things about your father. They're just... observable facts, but they're unkind. I don't want you to get angry. He's a great provider, but I learned recently that it's better if I'm more honest with you."

"Um... okay."

"Your dad is bad at making love."

"Oh."

"Yes. He's selfish, overly indulgent, and too insecure to receive good feedback."

"Oh..." the boy muttered, dipping his head once again. "I always thought he was... a good man."

"He is in many ways. But, good men know how to control themselves and please their woman too." Kathleen raised him back up by his chin until their eyes made contact again.

"You want to impress Candace, don't you?" her chest twisted even as she asked, knowing it would be effective motivation.

"Yeah!"

"I need you to learn how to control your orgasm... before we try again."

"So we can do it again?!" the boy asked, his eyes lighting up.

Kathleen couldn't help but smile at his naive enthusiasm, "Yes you horndog. But you can't control yourself right now. We'll need to train you... daily."

Greg's heart thudded and he smiled a big goofy smile, "Oh! Umm... well... I don't think I have enough point-"

"Fuck the points. We're putting a pause in that while your father's gone next week."

"Oh fuck yes."

"Glad you approve. The real question is..." Kathleen poked him in the chest with each ensuing staccato word, "can you control yourself?"

"Yes."

"Promise me..." she looked into his eyes, grasped his hand in hers and placed it on her still flushed chest.

"I-I promise."

"Good boy." Kathleen gave him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips before slipping back into her dress. She walked to the door. "Now I've gotta go wash up and head to bed."

"Are you sure? I could um... go down on you..."

Kathleen's heart leapt at her son's enthusiasm for her pleasure didn't want to undo her lesson. "Thanks sweetheart, but not tonight... your father wants us at church tomorrow early."

"Aw man."

Kathleen giggled, "I love you. Sweet dreams."

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Kathleen slipped into her silk bedsheets, feeling clean from the shower. The orgasm she had frigged herself to had helped abate some of her frustration, but she still felt an aching tingle within that matched the soreness from being resized. She wondered what her son was doing as she reflected on the Method's words again.

"To a Son, a Homecoming is pure magic. Like a key finding its lock. Time is required before a boy can fully appreciate his birth passage before spilling."

Suddenly her phone buzzed. It was a text from Stacey.

"WOW!!! CONGRATS SWEETIE! UR BOYS A MAN NOW!"

Kathleen couldn't help but grin broadly as she logged into her phone. Even though he was snoring wildly, she made sure to turn the screen away from him before opening up her chat. She didn't want to risk having to explain the picture of the bulging condom amidst chatter about their son. She texted back.

"THANKS. HE DIDN'T LAST VERY LONG THO."

"POOR GREG! HE'LL DO BETTER NEXT TIME. BRIAN WAS THE SAME WAY. BUT HE'LL GET BETTER. Y R U USING A CONDOM? I THOUGHT U WERE TRYING TO GET PREGNANT!"

"STACEY! THAT'S TOO FAR!"

"I PROMISE U'LL CHANGE UR MIND IF YOU TRY. IT'S WAYYY DIFFERENT RAW. I BET UD HAVE CUM."

Kathleen was surprised to find her heart thudding and her nethers aching at the proposition. After a frisson, she shook away the feeling.

"HA HA. I'M GOING TO BED BEFORE U GET ME IN TROUBLE."

"NO!! I NEED DETAILS. AND TO HELP PLAN HIS TRAINING REGIMEN... MMM."

"Stacey! GOOD NIGHT!" Kathleen had to stifle a giggle.

"OKOK I'LL CALL TMRW. GNIGHT LOVE!"

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Kathleen rolled up the sleeves of her green sweater and fell to her knees on the warmed mat in the master bathroom. As instructed the night before, her son's throbbing erection was already present for training before the first light on the cold Monday morning.

Greg groaned as his mother gently massaged his balls and then milked the underside of his shaft. Yet unlike last night, she was sober and had strong drill-sargent energy. He shuddered and closed his eyes, trying to find his stamina. He couldn't believe that just last night he'd hugged his dad goodbye for his leave for the work trip early in the morning. Thanks to a cryptic but promising text late in the night from his mother ("630 TOMORROW IN MASTER BATH. DON'T BE LATE."), the teenager hadn't slept well.

Kathleen's both hands gently slid up and down the boy's thick shaft as her lips and tongue massed his knob.

"Ohhh... mommm... I wanna cummm..."

Kathleen stopped immediately and slapped the teen in the thigh, shaking her head up at him.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"For wanting to come so fast! I thought you said you wanted to be better."

"I do! It just... feels so good. How can I not want something that feels so good?"

Kathleen sighed and looked down to the floor, "I know... that your father's always taught you to... seek your own happiness, but sweetheart, there's a difference between happiness and gluttony. Sometimes, you have to hold off on some pleasure, or maybe even take a little pain, to grow." She looked up at him again, smiling warmly at his disappointed face, "I promise you that being in control will make you feel much happier than the instant gratification of a... quick nut."

The teen chuckled. "I guess... it's just hard to be motivated when it feels so good."

Kathleen blushed slightly and had to break eye contact. She lovingly rubbed the teen's belly. "Listen, jerkface... don't you like making me feel good?"

"Yes! I love it!" Greg said emphatically, running his hands through his mother's hair.

"Well... if you learn to control yourself... you'll make me... and, uh, more importantly Candace... feel really good. Don't you want that?"

As if his now bounding erection weren't sufficient, the boy pleaded, "Yes!"

"Okay. If you can hold on for another 15 minutes, I'll let you have sex with me. How about that?"

At the end of the week, Kathleen's lips hugged her son's thick shaft as they slid back and forth on the slimy and frothy trail laid over the antecedent quarter hour. Her tongue lapped wildly at the sensitive underbelly of the boy's pleasure pole, relishing the salty precum it spurted gratefully. Soon, her throat joined the party as the fat glans wedged itself into its muscular folds. The pressure, vibration, and heat tortured the sensitive nerve endings of the cockhead and the teen whimpered.

In the spirit of accurately mapping his progress, Kathleen had only summoned the deepthroat every five minutes. The novice had progressed rapidly early in the week, failing at the first round on Monday to nearly surviving the third on Wednesday. Unfortunately, he had plateaued since, and for the ensuing three days, she'd found his piteous whimpers the warning for the large volume of ejaculate she would soon have to endure. She withdrew from the teen's cock, taking a deep breath in anticipation of his impending failure. Oh well, she reassured herself again, ignoring her increasingly desperate desire to get fucked, progress was still progress, and she had no shortage of time to train the boy.

This time, however, the boy growled and grasped her head gently to prevent her retreat. She allowed his gentle suggestion and soon he was back in her throat, gritting his teeth as he rolled his hips gently. After a nearly interminable minute, the lad withdrew completely, letting his purple glans pop out of her mouth.

Kathleen gasped and panted, translucent strings of lubrication connecting her lips to the dong. One of the strings collapsed into a drop of thick fluid that fell onto Kathleen's work blouse. "G-good *huff* job! You held *huff* on!" she gasped as she undid the blouse to reveal her lacy, black bra.

The boy panted, sweat pouring down his now flat abdomen. "T-thanks mom. It felt really really good and I almost lost it again* pant* but I didn't want to disappoint you."

"Disappoint me?!" Kathleen beamed at him as she tapped her watch. "15 minutes! I'm so proud of you, slugger." She stood up tall and looked up into his eyes as she unbuckled her skirt. "Wanna try having sex again?"

"Really? Fuck yes!!"

Kathleen giggled at his enthusiasm even as she shuddered with excitement. She pulled her panties down onto the floor, kissing the boy on the cheek before lying back onto the bed. "You're so cute."

"And you're so fucking hot, ughhh..." the boy groaned as his tender cock ached with arousal at the sight of his matron spreading her legs open. Her long fingers with red-painted fingernails invitingly rubbed the pink entrance to the warm, hot, tight cave that had nestled him lovingly before his failure.

"T-thank you sweetie. Now, remember your p-promise. C-control yourself," Kathleen couldn't help but shake with excitement, her fingers already sodden from her precum, as she watched her handsome son grimace as he rolled the tight prophylactic over his bounding babymaker.

"O-okay..." the boy sighed, also shaking as he walked toward the bed.

Kathleen shimmed back onto the bed until she felt her head rest against the pillow. Greg approached her with his knees digging into the bed. She opened her legs wide, placing her feet onto the sheets, allowing the boy to position himself in between them. They both gasped when his rigidity poked against her opening. Although he withdrew in surprise, his mother grasped him by the hilt and pulled him into her.

"Ohhh fuckkkk..." the teen groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, as the wet, warm walls wrapped around him invitingly.

"Ohh honeyyyy..." Kathleen whined as she was split open. She'd never imagined this as part of a mother's duty, but as her walls stretched to accommodate the big, beautiful cock that she had grown, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride and completion. He had milked her as a babe for his growth. And now she'd milk him for their mutual pleasure.

"Aw fuckkkk that's gooodddd..." the teen groaned as Kathleen kegeled around his tender dong.

Kathleen giggled, releasing the contraction with a sigh. The sudden drop in pressure made the thick spear surge forward. "OHH!!! Baby!" Kathleen mewled, big vulnerable eyes staring into her boy's, as she rubbed his chest.

"S-sorry..." the teen ceased his forward motion, panting.

"N-no it was just a surprise. It... feels good. Keep going sweetie..." Kathleen whispered as she began to rub her clit to increase her lubrication.

And for nearly 10 minutes, the now trained teen sawed his thick glans slowly back and forth, opening up more and more of his mother, who watched in disbelief as the monster slowly disappeared within her. By the time his balls gently clapped against her taint, he was covered in sweat from the effort of the kegels keeping his desperately needed orgasm at bay. Yet his tutor was also soaked in perspiration, and even the virgin surmised from her hisses, squeals, tremors, and scratches that his endowment had been testing her with new experiences as well.

"Ohhhh babyyyyy.... you're in soooo deeeepppp..." Kathleen whined. Her face was bright red, her breaths alternated heavy pants and moans face bright-red, and her fingers clutched her pillow. Her legs were spread in a wide V, her eyes rolled deliriously, and her whole body shook. "Ooooh god... I'm so closeeeeee."

His mother's sudden expression of her feminine need and the intense preorgasmic contractions torturing his penis were too much. The lad withdrew completely and fell back onto the bed, grunting as he kegeled as hard as he could. His glans grew a deep purple from the pressure and his slit began to leak whitish clear fluid into the condom tip.

"Oh f-fuck..." the boy panted wildly, his voice cracking as he laughed in relief after a minute of intense pelvic contractions that kept his jit at bay. "I- I d-did it, mom. I held it. Fuckkkkkk that was so close..."

"T-that's... good... baby..." Kathleen panted herself, staring in disbelief at the throbbing condomed monster that had somehow fit inside her. Yet the dire need to be filled again overtook all of her thought. She rolled up to her knees, straddled the boy's pelvis, grasped his still throbbing scepter and plunged it into herself.

"W-wait what are you- OH FUCK! UGHHH... MOMMM!! WAITTTT!! OHH FUCKKK OHHH!!!" the teen screamed as his delayed orgasm made painful spasms radiate through his center.

Kathleen bounced up and down the boy's spear, the pain of the resultant distension slowly melting into the rapidly growing pressure that threatened to engulf her. As she felt the engorging member within her squeezing its guts into the rubber receptacle, she announced her rapidly arriving climax.

"Yes... oh fuck yesss... so closee... so close, so close, so so OHHH... OHHH... CUMMINGGGG!!!! AIIEEEEEE!!!"

The big, heart-shaped ass of his father's bride, shiny from sex-sweat, frantically threw itself back and forth. Still sporting her pantyhose, black brassiere, and office bun, her face was squeezed in a rictus of pleasure as she screamed atop her only son, her spasming pussy prolapsing obscenely on her son's thick endowment. Meanwhile, with the condom receptacle nearly ballooning with seed, jism began to leak down the thick seal of the boy's member as he whimpered and groaned, his fingers digging into the bedspread, as his mother's merciless fuck tortured his post-orgasm cock.

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"So Simon's back huh?" Stacey said with a naughty grin as she plopped down onto her couch, putting her free arm on the top of the couch while she sipped wine. The sound of video game gunfire from upstairs trickled into the living room.

"Yup..." Kathleen sighed as she took a seat next to her friend. "He gets the whole week for the holidays off, so he'll be home until after the new year."

Stacey giggled, "Your excitement is palpable."

"Oh shut up..." Kathleen scowled, less at her friend's comment, and more at the high five her son and her husband just shared.

"I'm just kidding sweetheart. I've experienced a week-long... training camp with Bryan too - it's exhilarating, huh? Having to stop is like coming off cocaine."

Kathleen opened her mouth to say something, but just turned a deep pink and smiled sheepishly.

"That good, huh? Damn, no wonder you were ignoring my texts and calls last week. Our boy's a stud?"

"Y-yes..." Kathleen said meekly.

"Go Greg!" Stacey laughed, clapping her friend on the thigh approvingly. "And go Coach Kathleen! I'm so proud of you."

"Well... um... I kinda... used him at the end?"

"What do you mean?"

"He did realllly good, Stacey. So much better than our first time. He's gonna make some lucky girl feel sooo good! But..."

"But?"

"I- I- just needed... a little more. It wasn't his fault. I was just... so closee..." Kathleen confessed guiltily.

"What's wrong with that?"

"W-well... this thing is about them, right? It's about making them better men. It's not about us, right?"

"Who told you that?"

"Well... I just assumed..."

"No way, sweetheart. That's one of the core things about The Method - I guess we've never talked about it. You've heard the phrase - 'when you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you'?"

"Uh... maybe like in college or something?"

"Well, it's true. Remember how we said that motherhood was about sacrifice? Well... this is the ultimate sacrifice. Changing who we are. We're not just practice dummys that make our sons happy. They make us happy too."

"Wow."

"Yes, I am so wise, it's true."

"Shut up!" Kathleen laughed. "Well, O Great Sage, tell me what I'm supposed to do now?"

Stacey shrugged, "More of the same? It's not like you have no experience sneaking around with Simon in the house."

"That was different. It was easy to be careful when it was just practicing cunnilingus. With sex like that... it's going to be hard to be in control."

Stacey laughed, "Oh that's definitely true. Guess you'll just have to be a good girl for the next week then."