In addition to that, the fact that he was the quarterback for the team and was having a terrible season added insult to injury. After throwing four interceptions in the first half of yesterday night's game, it was extremely probable that he would be benched in favor of a sophomore who showed some sort of potential. He was on the edge of being benched, and after last night's game, it was very likely that he would be benched.

She was trying to figure out what to do as she laid there when she heard a piercing woman's scream coming from her mother's bedroom.

She sprang out of bed, worried about what may be going on, and quickly made her way to the door of her mother's bedroom.

She became aware, as she was in the corridor, that the entrance to Michael's room was wide open. And we couldn't find him inside. At the game, she had spotted them together at the halftime performance as she was on the field to perform with the drill team. She was curious as to whether or not Michael and her mother were engaging in "the crazy thing." At the game, they gave off the impression of being quite comfortable with one another.

She crept down the hallway and cautiously made her way to the door, where she positioned herself so that her ear was close to the door. She thought she recognized her mother in that voice. If it was her, she was crying out in either extreme pleasure or extreme anguish with short, quick shouts. She was uncertain about it.

She was at a loss for what to do, and in the end, she chose to sneakily open the door to her mother's room. Taking the door handle in her hand, she slowly slid it to the left while keeping a low profile in order to open the door. She eased the door open just enough to get a glimpse inside when the lock on the door became dislodged.

She was astounded by what she saw.

In the dim light, she was able to make out the outline of her mother lying in bed face down on her back. In between her legs was Michael. He was pinioning his hips in order to insert himself into and remove himself from her mother.

When Clare saw her mother at this exact moment, she had to hide an audible gasp.

As she looked on, she was taken aback to find her mother cavalierly wrapping her legs over Michael's protruding hips as she was watching. She used her strong legs to force Michael farther into her, hooking her ankles beneath his butt cheeks and used her leg muscles to draw him in. Clare saw her mother's hands slither down and grip Michael's butt cheeks. She then dug her nails into Michael's fragile skin with each stroke, figuratively bringing Michael's cock further and deeper into her own body.

Clare was taken aback as she stared in amazement as her mother let out muffled sobs with each thrust of Michael's cock inside her.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe it! She overheard her mother let out a shocked sigh.

"Quiet! She overheard Michael muttering something in response, "We'll wake Clare."

As Clare saw Michael put his cock in and out of her mother's crotch, she couldn't help but think, "If they only knew."

Clare watched Michael proceeded to strike her mother, who retaliated by arching her back and shaking her head violently from side to side. She couldn't help but wonder how large Michael's cock was. She was curious as to whether or not it was larger than Porter's.

During the time that Clare was watching Michael hit her mother's pussy with the hammer, she reached her hand down into her underwear and located her sensitive clit. As she watched Michael penetrate her mother, she started to gently massage it with her hands.

When her mother finally came up for breath after a long and drawn-out climax, she stared in shock as Michael lifted each of her legs in turn and put them over his shoulders. In preparation, her mother wrapped her arms around his neck and clasped her hands behind her back.

She stood there and watched as Michael drove his cock firmly and thoroughly into her mother with a rapid, sure, and lengthy stroke. Her mother jerked her head back and let out a loud sigh as he slipped his length inside her.

Her eyes had to adapt to the darkness, . Her mother's legs were pinned above her head. She was able to see the size of Michael's cock as it moved in and out of her mother's exposed pussy due to the fact that her mother's legs were out of the way. She was taken aback by how large it was, as she saw that it was easily twice or perhaps three times as large as the puny dick that Porter had.

Clare didn't stop rubbing her clit as she watched Michael pound away on her mother, who was wailing in pain.

"Oh fuck, Michael! I'm cumming again!" Clare was able to make out her mother's words as a breathy whisper through the door that was only partially opened. When Clare looked over, she noticed that her mother's back had arched and that her mother's arms were tightly gripping Michael's body as he moved his cock in and out of her pussy. Her mother gave a short, stifled sob with each of Michael's forceful thrusts, which caused her daughter to become more concerned. She watched her mother's augmented breasts bounce up and down, graphically indicating the power behind Michael's strong thrusts, and she heard their bodies slap together noisily with each thrust of his enormous cock inside her.

Clare felt her own orgasm swelling inside of her as she saw her mother cumming helplessly beneath Michael's relentless pounding. This fuelled the orgasm that Clare was experiencing. Leaning against the wall outside of her mother's bedroom doorway, she started to tremble as she entered an orgasmic state and bit her lower lip as she did so.

"What the hell, I'm going to cum again!" Michael's groaning could be heard.

Her mother leaned up close to him and said, "Cum inside me again, baby!"

Clare watched as Michael pushed his cock firmly into her mother until he buried it to the hilt inside her and let out a muffled groan. At this point, Clare's orgasm had subsided, and she was able to look through the doorway. When he finally stopped pushing, he was buried deep inside her mother.

She overheard her mother mutter something to the effect of "Oh, that is so sexy." "I get such a kick out of feeling you work your way inside of me."

Michael was struggling for air when she passed out and slumped on top of her mother. Clare went to her bedroom and went there in complete silence. After getting into her bed, she started stroking herself again, feeling excited by what she had just seen in her mother's bedroom.

Within a minute or two, she was deep in the throes of another incredible orgasm, and she kept her voice extremely low the whole time.

Christine awakened the next morning still feeling foggy from the previous night's events.

Michael was deep asleep on the other side of the bed, reveling in the post-coital high that he had just experienced.

In only one night, he had made up for the extended period of time that he had neglected his balls. She questioned whether or not he had the ability to even get it back up again. On the other hand, taking into account his insatiability, it is likely that she was squandering her time. She had a feeling Michael could pull it off at any time and any place. She was beginning to dive into this whole cougar thing...

She couldn't help but wonder why the door to her bedroom was left open the next morning. She definitely remembered it being shut when she ensconced herself in her room and cloistered herself there.

She was perplexed by the open door, but she didn't bother to ask Michael any questions about it. She most likely did not mention it to Clare, who would have been perplexed as to why her mother would check about the status of her door given that Clare frequently slept with her door wide open.

She continued this routine nightly for the next two weeks, playing dumb with Michael until Clare had gone to bed for the evening. Her curfew on school evenings was ten o'clock, and she never broke this rule under any circumstances.

Michael was a man of rituals and never deviated from his daily schedule. After making sure no one was following him or observing him, he would sneak silently into her bedroom just after ten in the morning. When he entered the room, he would immediately shut the door behind him, and then he would start taking off his clothing, leaving a trail of his naked body all the way to her bed. When he finally did get it to her bedroom, she was already nude and looking forward to his arrival.

Even though she woke up every morning feeling sluggish and bleary-eyed from lack of sleep, she wasn't grumbling or whining about it at all. Michael had almost completely taken up the responsibilities of preparing meals for her and Clare, producing delectable dishes for them each evening that they had relished. And in the previous two weeks, she hadn't gone on a single run at all.

During the last two weeks, Clare had to sit through bedtime and listen to her mother and Michael fuck night after night. Every night, as soon as she heard her mother's shouts of passion, she would stealthily make her way down the hall, crack open the door, and watch her mother and Michael fuck. She would always sneak back into bed while her mother and Michael were winding down for the night in order to masturbate in order to fulfill her own unsatisfied urges.

She had finally had enough of Porter and tossed him out of the house a few days earlier. She realized after witnessing Michael with her mother that she needed to find a partner who could fulfill her needs and she set out to do just that. Porter, with his pitiful little dick, was not going to be able to complete the task successfully.

She had been watching her mother and Michael for nearly a week when she found herself sitting at the breakfast table all by herself one morning. The door was opened by her mother.

"Good morning," her mother greeted them with a smile.

Clare said in a sour manner, "Yeah," as she shook her head.

Her mother questioned her by asking, "Baby, what's the matter?"

Clare said, "Oh, I just don't know."

Clare was honest when she said, "OK, I ended things with Porter a couple of days ago."

"Clare, what on earth happened? Her mother said to her, "I had the impression that the two of you were getting along well."

"Well, to be honest, it wasn't that terrible; yet, something did occur that had me thinking." Therefore, I broke up with him," Clare said to her mother.

Her mother questioned, "What on earth could have happened?"

Clare stated her opinion to her in a matter-of-fact manner, "I don't believe you want to know."

"How could you speak to me like that? We have never been unable to have a conversation on any topic. "

"Mom, I'll tell you. Clare cautioned her, "But you have to promise me that you won't flip out on me."

"All ok, certainly sweetie. You may confide in me about anything. I'll be good. "You can count on me," Christine assured her.

She started by saying, "When I got home late last Friday night, I saw that Michael wasn't sleeping in his room."

"In any case, I unlocked the door to your room because I heard noises coming from inside and I was concerned that you could be in danger. And I saw you both together with Michael. "

She proceeded by saying, "I'm sorry." "I just opened the door for you because I was concerned about what may have happened to you."

Christine just stood there and gazed at her in complete awe.

"Well, I'm sorry. We made an effort to conceal what we were doing, but it seems that our efforts were not particularly successful."

Clare responded with a chuckle and a "No, you didn't" as she emphasized her point.

"Shit, I'm sorry honey."

Clare said to her that it seemed like she was having a great time based on how she looked.

"Clare!" She was reprimanded by Christine.

"I just wanted to let you know that I was there for the whole affair!" Clare informed her of this while feigning annoyance.

"Honey, please forgive me. "I hope I didn't ruin your reputation for the rest of your life," Christine said to her.

Clare took a break.

"No mum, you didn't scandalize me. You just made me understand what I'm losing out on."

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

Clare addressed her mother in a direct manner, "Mom, I watched you having an orgasm."

Christine became red in the face as she understood what Clare had seen.

Clare said to her mother, "Mom, there's something more I need to tell you."

"What's going on? I'm terrified to inquire!" Christine stated.

Clare spoke to her mother in a low, hushed tone and added, "Mom, I didn't just observe you that one time."

"Mom," Clare murmured, "I've sneaked in every night for the last two weeks to watch Michael screw you over, and I've heard you every single night for the past two weeks," she said.

Christine immediately covered her mouth with her palm.

Then she simply burst out laughing loudly.

She cried, "Oh my goodness!" in surprise. "I couldn't help but notice that the door was always ajar in the mornings, despite the fact that we shut it every night. You little sneak!"

She said a feeble "I'm sorry, Mom" .

Clare added, "Mom, I've only been with Porter, but I've never felt anything even like to what you felt when you were with Michael."

"Baby, what do you mean when you say that you've never, eh, uh..." Christine questioned her in a feeble manner.

She said, "Have you orgasmed?" "If that's the question, the answer may go in either direction. If by "male orgasm" you mean one that is induced by a male, then the answer is "no." Clare replied to her question directly and said, "If you mean an orgasm I created myself, then the answer is yes."

"Whoa!" Christine had explained it to her. She was completely taken aback by the knowledge that her daughter had just shared with her.

"Give me a moment to take this in,"

"OK," Christine exclaimed as an exclamation point. "Is there anything more that I can help you with?"

"Well, I, er.uh." Clare stutters a little bit.

"What's the matter, sweetie? I am open to any and all questions. "It's not like I have any secrets left," she laughed as she explained.

She eventually managed to get the words out, "Well, Porter's...penis was pretty little. It seems as if Michael didn't have any issues with it."

"Well, according to what I've heard, size doesn't matter. They also claim that a woman came up with the expression in an effort to make their guy feel as if he was sufficient. Because of this, you have some experience that I do not have, since I have never been with a guy who had an abnormally little cock. A guy with a cock that is of an average size and has some experience in bed is nevertheless capable of doing a nice job."

She went on to say, "However, a guy who is excellent in bed and has a nice-sized cock will blow him out of the water,"

"I suppose that would put Michael in that category?" Clare had a question.

"Oh, yes!" Christine revealed this information to her with an accompanying chuckle here and there. "You saw! Right?"

Clare agreed and said, "Yeah."

Clare expressed her regret to her mother by telling her, "Mom, I'm sorry that I witnessed you with Michael."

"That's not a problem, Clare. I suppose there are no longer any secrets between us. "Christine informed her, "I honestly find it sort of strangely turn-on that you were watching me. It makes me want to be with you even more."

"Mom!" Clare shrieked in surprise.

Christine's compassionate remark was accompanied by the observation, "I find it horrible that you are growing up and experiencing sex, but not understanding how lovely it truly can be,"

She laughed as she said, "Well, from what I can see, all we need to do is find me someone who is just like Michael!"

Christine stopped what she was doing and turned to look at her daughter.

She informed her daughter, "And I have a wonderful idea about how we can make that happen."

One day when Michael was at school, his mobile phone rang. When he checked the caller ID, he found Christine's name displayed there. He didn't give it a second's thought before sliding the button to accept the call on his iPhone.

"Hey, babe! What's going on?" he inquired.

In the earpiece of Michael's phone, he heard Christine say, "Michael, I hate to ask a favor, ." "Michael, I'm sorry to ask for a favor, but I'm in a difficult spot." "Can you do me a favor?"

He assured her, "Babe, you know that if it were up to me, I'd do everything for you."

"Well crap, my employer is an asshole, and he called me out of town for the weekend. This evening, Clare has a game, and she was depending on me to be there to support her. I had a conversation with her about it, and while she is in pain, she requested that you be present. "She informed him, "I don't want to guilt you in any way."

"Are you able to watch over everything till I come back?"

"Christine, if you want me to attend the game, it won't be a problem at all. Keeping an eye on Clare is not an issue at all. I'll be pleased to assist you."

"I can't thank you enough. However, because she kicked Dipshit to the curb the previous week, she will need transportation back to her apartment when the game is over. Is everything still all right?" She inquired of him.