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.

"Oh, wow, that's very great. You don't need to put any extra effort into convincing me to watch a football game. I'm already interested. However, after hearing you speak about Porter in that manner, I think it's more likely that I'll cheer for the other men," he remarked with a grin.

"Thank you so much, Michael. You are a savior," she s.

Christine laughed.

"Anyway, I have just enough time to drive home, get some things, and then leave for the airport. I hope that's enough time!" She informed him, "I'll be back Sunday afternoon."

"Oh wow! That is really quick. Too awful. He expressed his regret to her by saying, "I would have loved to have seen you before you departed."

"Babe, I know it would have been wonderful, but it just isn't possible." She informed him of the situation, saying, "We have this deposition that has to be done, and this weekend is the only time we can do it."

"Well, I suppose that means I'll see you on Sunday."

"Yeah. I'll miss you. "I've sort of grown accustomed to having you and your little companion every night," she informed him with a chuckle.

"Yeah, really great. OK, must go. I look forward to seeing you on Sunday. Once again, thank you," she said.

"No issue. "Whenever you want,"

After waiting for a few hours, Michael eventually got in his rusty old vehicle and headed to the arena. Because his living expenditures at Christine's were so much lower now that he was being paid on a regular basis again, he came to the conclusion that it was probably time to start shopping for a new vehicle.

Since Christine will be gone this weekend, he may be able to take care of it. This terrible old object, which was the final concrete memory of his broken marriage, was definitely not going to be anything he was going to miss.

On his way inside the stadium, he purchased his admittance ticket at the gate and then stopped at a concession booth to get some food.

Just before the start of the game, he made his way into the stands. As soon as he took a seat, the drill team began to stream into the stands, with Clare assuming the position of leader.

After looking up, she was pleased to see him and immediately smiled and waved happily.

Her sleek dancer's figure was not topped by her mother's spectacular rack; rather, she had a pair of tits that was on the smaller side, perhaps fitting a little B-cup size. Instead of having her hair layered and combed down the center as her mother does, she wore her hair in a slightly different style that included bangs.

Clare had a beautiful grin that revealed a flawless set of teeth that were the color of pearl.

After ensuring that everyone on the team was comfortable in their positions, Clare approached him where he was seated. He remained standing as she got closer.

When she embraced him, he wasn't expecting it at all.

She thanked him for his attendance, addressing him as Michael.

He said to her, "Hey, don't make anything out of it." "I'm delighted to be here,"

"Well, you know, it means a great deal to me. "I know that my mother was disappointed that she wasn't able to be here," she remarked. "But it makes me so pleased that you were able to be."

In response, he said, "You know that I will go to any lengths for you and your mother."

He proceeded to move in close to her and whisper in her ear, "Even come watch a very horrible football game." she laughed nervously.

Clare chuckled, and then she crouched down to whisper something in his ear.

She responded with a giggling "Yeah, but just don't become so upset that you leave, and forget I need a ride home!" When she finally managed to get away from him, she flashed him a broad grin before merrily returning to her position with the drill squad.

Clare waited for the drill team coach to give them their freedom after the game was over. She looked up and saw that Michael was still in the audience, so she jerked her head to the side to show that she was prepared. After giving her a nod, he moved down the rows of chairs to be closer to her.

Michael greeted her with a grin and said, "That was quite a game," as they made eye contact with one another.

"Yeah. However, for the most part this is uncharted area for me. I don't believe I've ever really seen someone win before," she laughed.

Clare had watched as the whole squad, with the exception of Porter, exploded in joy after the team had scored the game-winning touchdown. In a childish fit of rage, he flung his helmet on the ground, and his father, who was watching from the seats, went completely insane, yelling profanities at the coach as the squad erupted in jubilation. She couldn't help but laugh at their lack of maturity and the attention they paid to themselves.

That instant opened her eyes to all that she had been neglecting.

The question he posed to her was, "So, are you free to go?"

The response she gave was "Yeah."

"Cool. I'm parked rather close to this. He approached her and said, "May I carry your bag?"

When she heard the offer, she was taken aback. Every member of the drill squad was required to carry a massive garbage bag to each and every game. Although it did not weigh too much, it was rather cumbersome and took up a lot of room.

She smiled and said, "Sure, that would be fantastic," as she extended her handbag to him. He grabbed it and flung it over his shoulder before walking away. They got up and started walking out of the stadium in the direction of his vehicle.

He said, "Are you experiencing hunger?"

"Not really,"