This is the third installment of "The Experiment" series - it's recommended that you read the first two chapters before you read this one, but it's not necessary.
All individuals involved in sexual activity are consenting adults 18 years old or older. All events and people within this story are fictional and created solely as a work of erotic entertainment.
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Jennifer was a terrible mother.
She stood in the bathroom, leaning against the wall wondering what she'd done; In the past two hours alone, she had fingered herself right in front of Chris - her only son - and she wasn't even discreet about the fact that she obviously came. She then said that she used to love rawdogging with his father and then told him that he should try it?
She shook her head.
That was enough to make anyone think of her as a bad parent, but there was more -
way
too much more.
She looked down, seeing her big, firm and most importantly
bare
breasts hanging high on her chest that she'd been teasing him with almost all day. She coughed a little causing her long, erect nipples to squirt two small rivulets of milk, each in opposite directions.
She sighed, smiling weakly. But she couldn't help but admit it, she was pretty hot. She thought about the club-sized cock he swung around as he walked, the cock that jumped every time she bent over in front of him, the cock that had come out of her pussy almost twenty years ago, the very cock she wanted to return to its place of creation. She could almost excuse it...
But she simply couldn't.
Lost in her thoughts, Jennifer was taken by complete surprise when the door that was supporting her had opened. She fell back, weightless, flailing her arms for something, anything, to break her fall. She closed her eyes, waiting for impact... but it didn't come.
She came to her senses, opening her eyes and feeling a pair of strong masculine arms cradling her from the side as she sat on something very sturdy, hearing a very familiar voice:
"OhmygodMomI'msosorryholyshit," it said.
She looked to confirm who it was, and she was right: it was Chris.
"Nono, baby, don't apologize. I should be the one thanking you!" She smiled and hugged him squishing her breasts up against his chest, ending his sputtering.
"Oh," he said, surprised but welcoming the unexpected hug. "It's really no problem," he said, trying to recover from the intense sensation of her silky boyshorts rubbing up against a part of him it shouldn't be rubbing. "It's really ok! I love touching you!"
She loosened my hug and turned her head to meet him eye to eye. "I'm sorry, you what?" she asked coldly. "A son shouldn't say something like that to his mother. It's totally inappropriate."
But right after saying it, Jennifer instantly regretted it. She watched his face go from happy, to confused, to sad, to guilty. "No, nothing, Mom I- I didn't mean-"
"Chris it's okay," I hushed, trying to calm him. "It's only natural for such a handsome young man like yourself to like touch someone!" She reached up and playfully pinched his cheek. "Especially someone as sexy as your mother," she winked, cupping a breast.
That made him smile as she giggled, squirting some milk from the boob she held onto his chest.
The son watched her mother's milk drip down his adult chest. He sighed. "I love you so much, Mommy," he said as he met her eye, giving her the most loving smile she had seen only today. He blinked. "By the way, hey, Mom, wanna see how I caught you so easily?"
Jennifer sighed, feigning disinterest. "Well, you're gonna tell me anyway, so sure."
"Right." He chuckled again. "Well, I'll show you," suddenly, without warning, he let go of his mother.
At first, she thought that she was going to fall for sure... but then she didn't. She looked down to see her ass and thighs resting on a thick shaft that protruded from between her son's legs.
Jennifer gasped, smiling.
