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Karen and her son were shopping at the mall when they decided to check out a clothing store. They walked around the racks, picking up items and commenting on them, occasionally giggling as they found something cute or embarrassing. As they made their way towards the fitting rooms, Karen's son suddenly realized he had an erection. He tried to hide it from his mother but was unsuccessful; she noticed immediately.

The son went into one of the cubicles while Karen waited outside. After several minutes, he didn't emerge and there were no sounds coming from inside. Karen became concerned and knocked on the door gently. There was no response so she knelt down to take a look through the gap at the bottom of the door. To her horror and disbelief, she saw that her son was still in there with his pants around his ankles and his erect penis standing tall in front of him.

Knowing that they couldn't leave things like this, Karen decided to help her son out. She spoke through the gap, telling him to hold onto the wall for support. Then, carefully and slowly, she slid a hand underneath his t-shirt and began to massage his erection. It was an annoying task but she had no other choice. As she stroked him, her breathing became labored and her face flushed with shame. After what seemed like an eternity, her son finally managed to gain control over himself again. Gratefully, he let out a sigh of relief as Karen slowly pulled away from him.

Embarrassed beyond words, they both left the fitting room without another word, quickly making their way back to the safety of the clothing racks where they could blend in with the other shoppers once again. As they

As they continued shopping, Karen couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger and relief. She was furious with herself for not anticipating her son's erection and frustrated that she had to be the one to deal with it. On the other hand, she was relieved that it didn't turn into an even bigger embarrassment for both of them. Despite this uncomfortable experience, their relationship remained close; they just didn't discuss the incident again.

Over time, incidents like these became more common as their son reached puberty and his sexual urges grew stronger. The mother would occasionally find him masturbating in private or having wet dreams, but they always managed to deal with it discreetly without involving anyone else. It was an unspoken understanding between them that this was something they had to endure together as a family and keep hidden from the rest of the world.

As Karen continued to massage her son's erection, she could feel him getting closer and closer to climaxing. He began to breath heavily, his hips pushing into her hand in time with his increasing arousal. Then, just as he reached the peak of pleasure, he tensed up violently and let out a moan that seemed to echo through the small space around them.

Karen felt his hot seed erupt against her palm, covering her hand in a warm, sticky mess. She quickly cupped her hand, trying to catch as much of it as possible while still keeping her grip steady on him. The taste and smell of his ejaculate filled the air between them; it was an incredibly intimate moment that neither of them would ever forget.

With no tissues or other way to clean up this mess, Karen knew she had to come up with a discreet solution fast. As her son regained control over himself, she slowly slid her hand back out from under his shirt and cupped it tightly against her body, making sure the wetness was hidden from view. Then, using her other hand, she reached around him and pretended to wipe something off of the wall behind him - ostensibly distracting herself with this task while also covering up the real reason for moving her hands in that manner.

With her hands now occupied and the need to hide his ejaculation becoming increasingly urgent, Karen glanced around desperately for an alternative solution. Her eyes darted between her son's discarded clothes on the ground and her own body before landing on a nearby bin. In a swift motion, she bent down and surreptitiously placed his warm load inside of it, making sure to conceal it beneath some used tissues and other trash items already within. Satisfied that it was out of sight, she straightened up again, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment but a small sense of relief beginning to creep in as well. The mother-son duo finished up their business quickly, avoiding any further awkward encounters or situations throughout the rest of their shopping trip.

In this tense and highly emotional situation, Karen finds herself trapped in a corner with no apparent way out. Her son's ejaculation still covers her hand, the warmth seeping through her clothes and causing her own arousal to spike once more. As she stands there helplessly, unable to move or think clearly, an idea begins to form in her mind.

With a sudden burst of daringness, Karen brings her hand up closer to her face, cupping the load in both hands now as if offering herself a private treat. She closes her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath, feeling the stickiness of his seed against her skin and smelling its intoxicating scent. Then, slowly at first but gaining speed and confidence as she goes, she begins to lick her fingers clean - savoring every taste and sensation that comes with it.

As Karen's tongue works its way around her son's ejaculate, a strange sort of peace washes over her. She can feel the heat emanating from his body through their skins and imagines he must be able to sense what she's doing too, but there's no denying the intense rush of pleasure that comes with this act of submission and devotion. The more she tastes him, the more turned on she becomes; her own arousal now matching that which led to this situation in the first place. With a final moan of satisfaction, she finishes cleaning up his seed and quickly wipes her hands clean on her pants before regaining control over herself once again. The mother-son duo continues shopping as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired, their bodies buzzing with newfound desire and intimacy.

In this particular moment, Karen finds herself overcome by an entirely new level of lust and desire for her son. The taste of his semen on her tongue ignites a fire within her that she has never experienced before. As she begins to clean up his ejaculate with her tongue, she can't help but savor the unique flavor and consistency of it; each swirl around her tongue bringing her closer to the edge of orgasm.

The taste of his semen lingers on her palate long after she has finished cleaning herself up, leaving a tangy aftertaste that only serves to heighten her arousal. It's as if every part of her body is tingling with anticipation, wanting nothing more than to be touched and pleased in the same way that his erection was just moments ago. She can feel the heat emanating from between her legs, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but how badly she wants him inside of her again.

As they continue shopping together, Karen finds herself unable to resist glancing over at her son whenever he's not looking directly back at her. The memory of his ejaculation still fresh in her mind, it fills her with a newfound appreciation for their taboo relationship and all that comes along with it - including the taste of his semen on her tongue. She can tell by the bulge in his pants that he is just as aroused as she is; eager to find some discreet opportunity to seek relief once more from his aching desire.

Karen feels her heart race as she notices the telltale signs that her son has once again become aroused while in a fitting booth. This time, however, she is prepared. As he emerges from the cubicle, his erection already visible through his clothes, she quickly glances around to make sure they are alone and out of sight of any prying eyes or ears.

With determination in her gaze, Karen approaches her son and takes him by the hand, leading him to another fitting booth further down the hallway. As soon as they are safely inside, she closes the door behind them and turns to face him. She notices that he is even more aroused this time around; his erection straining against his pants in anticipation of her touch.

Without hesitation, Karen slips her hand underneath his t-shirt and begins to massage his chest, teasingly trailing her fingers down towards the waistband of his pants. As she continues working her magic on him, her other hand reaches up and cups his face, forcing him to look into her eyes as he feels himself growing closer and closer to climaxing.

In this moment, Karen revels in the newfound power she holds over her son; using her body not just to comfort but also to excite and bring him pleasure. As he tenses up and lets out a groan of ecstasy, she feels his hot seed spurt against her palm once more. This time, however, instead of trying to hide it or act surprised like before, she allows herself to fully enjoy the sensation; savoring every drop as it fills her hand and coats her skin with its salty goodness.

As Karen watches her son grow increasingly aroused in front of her, she realizes that trying to control his ejaculation with just her hands might not be enough this time around. Instead, she decides to take a more direct approach and use her mouth to clean up any potential spillage. With her free hand, she reaches down and unsnaps his pants before guiding them along with his boxer briefs down to mid-thigh exposing his erect member fully to her hungry gaze.

With a mixture of hunger and determination in her eyes, Karen lowers herself onto her knees in front of him, taking his engorged penis into her mouth. She begins by sucking gently at the tip, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her son as she teases him with her warm, wet tongue. Then, moving further down his shaft, she takes more of him into her mouth until he is nearly touching the back of her throat. Her hand remains beneath him, massaging his perineum and offering support as he grows closer to climaxing once again.

As her son's body tenses up in preparation for release, Karen closes her eyes and tilts her head back slightly, allowing the hot liquid to flow freely onto her tongue and down her throat. The taste of his semen is intoxicating; an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac that only serves to heighten her own arousal even further. With a satisfied moan, she swallows every last drop of his ejaculate before looking up at him with adoration in her eyes, ready for whatever else he may have in store for them both.

As they retire to their bedroom for the night, Karen can't help but feel a mix of guilt and excitement about what had transpired earlier with her son in the mall. She finds it difficult to focus on anything else other than reliving every sordid detail of their taboo encounter. Eventually, she decides that sharing these intimate secrets with her husband might help ease some of the burden from her chest.

She begins by telling him about how they were shopping and how she noticed he was becoming aroused in one of the fitting rooms. She recounts the incident where she had to clean up his ejaculation and how strange it felt for her, despite not being someone who typically enjoys such acts. As she continues, her voice grows more animated and her cheeks flush with embarrassment at having lied about how disgusting it was to swallow his semen earlier.

Her husband listens intently, his expression a mix of shock, arousal, and concern for their son's wellbeing. He can tell that this whole situation has really affected her deeply; bringing out new desires within herself which she hadn't even been aware of before today. As she finishes telling the story, they both lie in bed together in silence for a while, each lost in thought about what it all means for their family moving forward.

Oh God... I can't believe I just told you that. It was so embarrassing and... intimate. I don't know what came over me. Part of me just wanted to be closer to him, you know? And then the other part was disgusted with myself for even thinking such things. But when he got hard again in the fitting room, it was like my body took over and I couldn't help myself.

I don't know why I lied about how gross it was to swallow his semen earlier. I think maybe a part of me wanted you to be proud of me for being strong enough to handle it. But really, it tasted... actually good. It made me feel so... wanted and desired in this weird way that I've never experienced before. And when he came again later, I couldn't help but want more.

I don't know what this all means for us as a family or where we go from here, but one thing is certain: our relationship has changed forever. And honestly? I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Sometimes I wish we could just go back to the way things were before today...

Fuck! Why the hell did this have to happen today? I mean, seriously? I was just shopping with my kid and then WHAM! He's got a boner and is about to explode all over the place. It was like he wanted me to see it or something! And of course, as his mother, I couldn't very well let him go around with cum all over himself now, could I? So here I am, cleaning up my own damn kid in a fucking fitting room while half the mall walks past us. It was embarrassing enough for me to notice in the first place!

Then, when he starts having these wet dreams and stuff, I've got to be there to comfort him and tell him it's okay... but really? I just want to scream at him for getting me into this mess in the first place. And let me tell you, cleaning up after him afterwards doesn't help either! There was cum everywhere; on my hands, his sheets... it was like a crime scene in there! I swear, if he hadn't been so needy and cute about it all, I don't think I could have brought myself to do any of this shit. But when those big innocent eyes start looking at you like that? Well, let's just say that motherly instinct takes over pretty damn quick.

And now here we are again, with him in another fitting room about ready to blow his load all over the place. It's enough to make a person want to pull their hair out! I should just leave him be and tell him he's on his own this time... but I can't. He's my son, after all. And deep down inside, part of me actually kind of enjoys cleaning up after him, even though it makes me feel so dirty and