The Method Pt. 01

Kathleen Adams rang the doorbell and waited anxiously, tapping her foot. Where was Stacey?

Despite her best efforts, her mind kept replaying the argument with her son that had prompted this unannounced visit. Having taken the morning off from work to prepare a nourishing repast for his first day of summer home-school prep, she had knocked on his door and entered. Unfortunately, with a look of guilt tantamount to being caught watching porn, Greg sat before the Game That Should Not Be Mentioned playing on the screen.

"I don't fucking believe it..." she had growled the moment her eyes had taken in the scene.

Her blood was already boiling. The additional sight of the closed workbooks of the thousand-dollar prep course that she'd splurged for only made things worse. After a disappointing academic year, he'd promised her that he'd apply himself to preparing for the next semester, and he was already wasting his time. His excuses did nothing to help, either.

"You don't get it, mom - the school year was so stressful. I need this to decompress."

"Well, Gregory, if it weren't for this game, maybe the year wouldn't have been so stressful? Hmmm?!"

"But, it's not fair! Jason Cleaver's mom doesn't make him study like this!"

Unfortunately for the poor boy, Kathleen was insanely jealous of Helen Cleaver. "Jason is a varsity athlete who'll probably get an athletic scholarship to the college of his choice! Besides, he spends his summers going outside with pretty girls, not sitting alone on his fat ass wasting his time in make-believe land!"

"That! Tha... that's not even the point! Besides, you're one to talk about being fat!"

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Her face blushed even as she remembered it. It still made her wince, hours later. She had to pinch her love handles through her overly snug summer dress - the physical pain actually helped hide the knots inside.

The idiot teenager had crossed a line. Even he knew it. The look on his face told the whole story and he actually had begun to apologize. "I-I'm sorry I didn'-"

"Was I the one who couldn't meet the basic requirements to get on the soccer team?"

"No... but..."

Her anger caused her to interrupt him, ceding any moral ground. "And, asshole... at least I'm getting laid. Let me guess, still busy in Candace's friend zone?"

She regretted it as soon as she said it. For one, it began with a lie - she couldn't remember the last time Simon touched her. Beyond that, she knew that the honors student and athlete had been the subject of her son's deepest desire for over a year.

"W-wow..." the boy choked.

The pain on the face she'd grown to know intimately and love over many years was obvious to Kathleen. The pang in her heart urged her to apologize, but she hesitated for too long. He had already returned to the game, headphones shutting out the world. She reached out for his shoulder, but resisted, not wanting to make a bad situation worse.

She went in to work for the afternoon, not wanting to be in the house. She accomplished basically nothing as her mind kept replaying the horrible events.

Even worse, as she was getting into her car in the parking lot, she got a chiding text from her husband later that irritated her deeply. Daddy's boy had clearly whined to his father afterwards.

"YOU'RE BEING TOO HARD ON GREG. LET HIM ENJOY HIS SUMMER"

She called back immediately to give him a piece of her mind, but the coward didn't pick up. She channeled her fury into her subsequent text.

"AT LEAST I'M TRYING! OUR SON IS GOING TO BE A FAILURE!"

No response.

She had waited for Simon's arrival after work to hashing things out as a family. However, when she heard the car come into the driveway, Greg slinked by her.

"Where are you going?" she asked as the boy reached for the door, his paunch visible through his shirt.

"Dad's taking me to get ice cream."

"Wha-?" Before she could finish her sentence, the door slammed shut in her face. "God damn you Simon..." she muttered. The motherfucker always had to be the favorite parent. Fuming and feeling lost, she got in her own car and sped towards Stacey's.

Now, standing at her door, Kathleen realized that nearly 5 minutes had passed with no answer. She looked to the driveway once more to confirm the sight of Stacey's red Cayenne parked on the driveway before returning to the doorbell. She took in a deep breath and pressed the ornate doorbell thrice in rapid succession.

Another minute went by. Just as she turned around with a defeated sigh, she heard the pounding of footsteps stomping up stairs. She turned around to investigate when the door opened quickly to reveal a sweaty woman with disheveled hair in a white cashmere robe tied together with a slipshod knot.

"Um hello, can I help yo- oh! Kathleen! Oh god!" Stacey audibly let out a sigh of relief with her hand on her flushed chest before breaking into a big smile. She then rushed forward and pulled her into an embrace.

"S-sorry for the surprise, Stace." Kathleen sighed, melting into her friend's arms. When she inhaled, she realized that Stacey was rank with the smell of sex. Kathleen's eyes grew wide when she remembered that Simon's SUV was nowhere to be seen in the driveway.

Stacey noticed her expression when she pulled back from the hug and blushed. "Umm... soo... uhh... that obvious huh?"

Kathleen shook her head, averting eye contact. "No, Stace - I'm really sorry. It's none of my business. I didn't know. I'm just gonna head back."

Stacey put her hand on her clearly disturbed friend's shoulder. "You're not going anywhere. Come inside."

Once inside, Kathleen smiled awkwardly as she looked up the empty stairs, wondering who had induced her friend to break her marital vows, "You sure your guest won't mind?"

Stacey laughed, "Nope. He's a... good boy. Now take a seat."

It was a testament to their long friendship that within 5 minutes, Kathleen had forgotten all about the revelation of her friend's infidelity and was now busy pouring out her soul.

"So, yeah, I don't know. I feel like I'm losing him. He's failing to live up to his potential, and when I try to help, his father coddles him and makes me the bad guy. I'm tired of Simon and him ganging up on me just for being the responsible parent. I..." Kathleen sighed deeply as she blinked away tears. "I donno, Stace. Ugh. Thanks for listening as always."

"Of course, hon. I'm so sorry."

"What bugs me the most is that it didn't always used to be like this. Ugh..." she began to cry again, but held herself in check. "I remember when my little math star wouldn't stop following me. He used to worship me!"

"Yeah he used to have such a crush on you."

"Just like Bryan had one for you - ugh, how did he turn out so well? Damn I'm sorry Stace, but I'm so jealous. I saw his commercial on TV the other day! Oh, he looked so handsome!"

Stacy smiled serenely. "Quite. Don't be jealous though - he was a knucklehead like Greg for a long time. It used to drive me crazy. You don't remember him being a nightmare?"

"Ummm... oh yeah? It's hard to remember..." Kathleen lied. She had many memories of the perpetually dour schoolboy that would glare at her whenever she visited to hear his mother cry about his misdeeds. She also knew how defensive Stacey was about her son, and had avoided fully speaking her mind. But through some act of God, the high school failure had transformed into a beautiful young man with an successful small business. "But... yeah... he did seem to change a lot a year ago."

Stacey giggled. "Oh you have no idea."

"Yeah? God what I would do to replicate your success. I've tried everything! I'm open to anything, Universe!"

"Anything, huh?"

"Yes!"

"What if I told you that it wasn't the Universe? What if I told you it was me?"

"I'd ask you what you did!"

Stacey looked away for a pregnant pause. She took a deep breath and blew out her breath, before leaning in and lowering her voice. "You wanna know about the Method?"

"The Method?"

"It's... kind of a town secret. You might even call it a a tradition. I remember my mother and oma giggling about it growing up, and remember the look of death they gave me when they caught me listening."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, they clued me in eventually when they saw me having trouble with Bryan. Guess it helped my brothers and uncles. I've thought about sharing it with you for years, actually."

"But?"

"But, it really is a secret by and for moms. Think of it like a sorority. You'll have to notify me if you let anyone in on the secret, just like I'll let my mom know that I've inducted you. Anyone you invite in you're responsible for - and you can't tell more than one mom a year. You'll destroy the entire sisterhood if you fuck it up."

"Stace! Don't you trust me? I love you girl."

"Yeah, but you gotta swear."

"Okay, I swear that I won't tell another soul."

"Good. Now the other promise I need from you is just for the immediate future - you gotta keep your cool."

"Huh?"

"Just don't freak out and run away. This'll seem pretty radical, you might not like what you see or hear. Promise?"

"Yes! I promise! Jesus I'm not a child! Now will you tell me what it is?!"

"Umm... well. How do I explain this. Well... it's about... discipline..."

"Corporal punishment? How? The kid is much bigger than me, even if he is all fluff."

"Haha no no... not that. But you're right that physicality is a critical part of The Method. Teenage boys are hormones and instincts. Tapping into something so... primitive can be shockingly effective for relieving behavioral problems."

"So like religion?"

"No, we don't worship God. It's about worshipping... the enthusiasm for perfection..."

"I've got that. Simon's gonna complain that I'm just putting more pressure on his precious little boy."

"Well... the Method is none of Simon's business, okay?"

"Oh yeah... of course..."

"Bedsides, encouragement is extremely important for the Method. Lots and lots of it."

"So... speeches?"

"No! Action! It's about... teaching them discipline through... an activity you do together... and encouraging them through it. It's about hard work, but it's also about love."

"Okay... I'm sorry I have no idea what you're talking about.."

Stacey laughed, although her fingers and voice shook clearly with a nervousness that was rare for her. "I figured... I think it took my mom over a month to figure out how to tell me. It's really hard to just like talk about it objectively."

"Clearly."

"I haven't introduced anyone into the circle before, okay? Look, I love you and I trust you, but if I keep talking about it, I'm going to make it sound ridiculous and you will leave. The only right way to explain its power is to just show you - it's how I learned from my mom."

"Okay... sure? Here? Now?"

"Not here. If you really want to know, go to the bedroom at the end of the hall and go into the closet."

"Wha-?"

"Just trust me. Or, leave the house right now. Last chance. It's your choice. I'll love you, either way." Stacey said, hugging her friend tightly before running away up the stairs.

Kathleen had never seen her cool friend so tense before, but she did trust her. She walked to the guest bedroom and opened the door; the powerful musk of a recent fuck poured into her nostrils, making her a little dizzy. She noted the mess of dank sheets on the bed and envied the athleticism of Stacey's partner before sneaking into the closet.

Within moments, she heard Stacey's footsteps and giggles grow louder as she approached the room. "Guess you'll have to catch me to find out!"

Heavy male footsteps followed, and a familiar, youthful voice responded. "Well, now you're trapped inside here."

Kathleen could see Stacey's now nude back and buttocks as she embraced the man at the door, her one foot at the doorsill while her other bent upwards, her pink-painted toenails curling from the passion of the kiss.

"Now are you gonna *kiss* tell me who was *kiss* at the door?"

"You're gonna *kiss* mmmm... have to *kiss* get it out of me."

As the man pushed Stacey back to the bed, he entered Kathleen's view. She had seen Simon enough times to know that this was not her friend's pudgy, balding husband. A firmly built man with hair as rich and blonde as Stacey's stood obscured by his wife, his large, powerful hands massaging her hotwife buttocks like dough. When Stacey began to sink to the floor, Kathleen audibly gasped as she saw his face. The lean, muscular frame, and boxers that sported an absurd bulge belonged to none other than local TV's newest advertisement hunk - Brian Robinson. The woman on her knees salivating at it an inch away from his crotch was his mother.

"Mmmm... what's this stretching out your underwear?" Stacey giggled as she traced her pink-nailed index finger up and down the shaft, readjusting it until it bobbed free of the elastic. "Oooh... it's Mr Plum. Can you pleeeassee massage my back walls for me again?" the housewife mewled in a demure tone as she scratched the fat, purple glans with her fingernails.

Kathleen was shocked by her friend's candor. She'd never been a prude, but was always composed in company. Presently, she didn't seem to give a shit that her friend was in the closet just a few feet away.

"Ohhh... yessss... anything for you mo-... Ms Rosebud..." the boy muttered in a sensual baritone.

Having known Stacey for years, she was no stranger to the pure adoration in Stacey's eyes as she gazed upon her statuesque offspring. What she wasn't expecting was the look of a little girl on Christmas as she struggled to wrap her fingers around her son's massive pussy prodder.

"Mmm... I love smelling my cum on your big cock..." Stacey cooed as she stroked the shaft with both of her hands before bringing her face close to it and licking the surface.

"How about I help you make some more?"

Stacy giggled. "Hell yeah... but first, let me show you how much I appreciate your afternoon's performance. You've made your momma so happy." She took his glans inside her mouth, gently moving her tongue up and down the senstive base.

Brian bit his underlip, his right hand making a balled fist of his mother's hair, as he tried to endure the intense sensations on his cock. Clearly no stranger to being fellated, he gently rolled his hips with her mouth. Soon he licked his lips and began pushing deeper into her.

Stacey made a muffled sound of disapproval and smacked him on the thigh.

"Yeow!" the teen yelped, disengaging his cock and his hands.

"Nuh uh, slugger..." Stacey shook her head and wagged her finger, tears welling in her eyes as she kept from coughing. "I'm not some co-ed you can push around. I decide when it's time for that. Keep those hands behind your head."

"Yes mom..." Bryan dutifully replied. He sounded closer to the nervous young boy Kathleen had known than the stud on TV.

"Good boy..." Stacey muttered, using her left hand to wrap her hair in a ponytail. Using her right to hold the cock steady at the base, she took a deep breath and deepthroated the boy.

Kathleen was shocked to hear Bryan's confident baritone cracking into whelps of pleasure as her friend's gullet expertly wrung his sensitive tip. In front of his mother, the man lay bare as a boy. She knew moms had that effect, but she had never expected to see it displayed so brazenly... or in the bedroom.

Once back up for air, Stacey too sounded like she hadn't in years, as she used her free hand to stroke the boy's blond treasure trail and hairy chest. "Awww... I love making my baby feel good." She said, smiling before laying a kiss with her pillowy lips on his throat-sludge-covered schlong.

"Momm..." Bryan groaned. Like many of her PTA peers, Kathleen had always found the boy quite handsome, but, wracked with incestuous pleasure, his face was like a work of art.

Stacey then stood up. Her eyes gazing lovingly into her progeny's, she grasped his manhood like a sword's hilt and pulled him back towards the bed. Wordlessly, the pair smoothly transitioned to a mounting position with an ease that belied significant practice.

As Stacey sat down and splayed open her legs in a 'V', Kathleen couldn't help but admire the rippling hamstrings of her friend's slightly tan legs. Brian's V-shaped, muscular back tapering into a tight torso and thick, powerful glutes also didn't escape her admiration. But it was the look on their faces that made Kathleen's heart race and ache. Time seemed to slow down as she studied the dreamy stare and mischevious smile on both participants' face. The idyll finally broke as Stacey plunged the fleshy weapon into her forge. All three occupants of the room gasped simultaneously, but Kathleen's went unheard.

"Oooffff yesss... stretch me with that big dick babyyyy... I love it..." Stacey groaned as her son slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper into her. When the teen's balls pressed against his mother's ass, she squealed and her legs shook.

Kathleen couldn't believe her tiny friend took the entirety of the massive dong within her. Her wide eyes watched as the dark brown spear slowly withdrew, its surface already coated with white mommy precum. When all but the glans had come out, her friend mewled at the feeling of emptiness, and her loving son filled her slowly once again.

Within about ten minutes, the boy's languid strokes had accelerated into a powerful, demanding fuck. Stacey's wide, entreating eyes stared into her sons, her nostrils flared, and her dainty, purple-fingernailed hands desperately stroked his rippling abs. If she remembered at all that her friend was currently watching in the closet, she did not show it. Covered by the crescendoing melody of ectastic female moans underlined by the steady bass of a headboard slamming into the wall, even Kathleen whined quietly as her hands massaged her sopping wet pussy through her panties. Her future self would surely forgive her for the impropriety: the scene unfolding before her was so fucking hot. When her climax hit, she bit her hand to prevent from being heard, but her friend's orgasmic screams had her covered.

"I'M CUMMING!!!!"

Used to very quick romps with her husband, Kathleen was shocked to find, thirty minutes later, that the couple was still at it. Facing the closet, Stacey was receiving hard, fast backshots from her son, her hands clutching the soaked bedsheets, and her muscular arms and ample breasts quaking with each thrust.

"Ohhh sweettieeee... ohh... hufff... hufff... OHH!!! FUCK YEA! AIIII!!! Ohhhh... mmmm... oh Bryannn..." Stacey whimpered deliriously.

Kathleen had never been more jealous as she studied the satisfaction on her friend's face as she experienced a deep womb massage. The young man had grasped her hair by the root, tilting her head back, making her red face, wide open mouth, and lolling tongue even more apparent. Although both women had climaxed at least another additional four times, the impressive lad had yet to blow his load. Yet, the teen's steady thrusting began to slowly become wilder; it was clear that the boy was nearing his end.

"Mommmm... I'm closee..." the teen groaned piteously.

"Ohh.. fuckk... b-baby... keep... c-control..." Stacey whined, clearly being stroked to another sweet petite morte.

"Fuck... I'm gonna... c-... arrghhh..."

To Kathleen's shock, even in the lull of an impending orgasm, Stacey pushed the boy out and turned around to face him. The previous dreamlike expression on her face had been replaced with that of a drill sargeant's. She sat up, grabbed his member, and now pressed the base of his penis with all her might.

"HOLD IT!!!"

"FUCKK... AUGHHH!!!" the boy grunted and whimpered through gritted teeth.

Kathleen couldnt help but gasp at the absurd sight. Her good friend had the thick dong in her vice-grip, just inches away from her sodden, swollen pussy. The voyeur's sight was transfixed to the purple, golf-ball that capped the teen's large shaft, ballooning and darkening from the teen's strengthening PC muscles.