Clare Bares Family Fans Fluids

Clare Bares: Family, Fans, Fluids

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Texas:

Calvin 'Cal' Spillman lies in bed, iPad in one hand, twelve inches of rock hard dick in the other, watching as his favorite model knelt between two swollen cocks, her eyes darting between the two soon to be donors, begging for their offering. Calvin groans watching 'Clare Bares' smile as the first stream of urine exploded against her face followed quickly by the second. He stares, enraptured by the beautiful girl's unbridled lust amidst the degrading onslaught, watching as she turns her open mouth into one stream, then the other, desperately gulping the hot liquid.

Calvin removes his hand from his erection with a groan, his orgasm on the brink of eruption. He grimaces willing himself back from the edge. "So fucking hot," he whispers, watching 'Clare' lean into the camera, showing her beautiful piss soaked face, her flooded mouth wide open before she gulps the last of the hot urine cocktail down with a iridescent smile, wanton lick of her lips, and a lusty 'Ahhhh.'

Cal watched as the two men helped the beautiful redhead to her feet, her whole torso shiny wet including her obviously pregnant belly, 'Bye, everybody. Love you guys so much,' she says, blowing a kiss.

"Fuccckkk," Calvin groans barely audibly, a mix of passion and frustration.

Cal had eagerly begun subscribing to Always Fans models as soon as he turned 18 and started to receive payments from his deceased father's trust. He discovered Clare soon on and she remained his favorite over a year later, never loosing her primal appeal. Her vivid red hair, incredible body, and vivacious personality never ceased to inflame the 19-year-old male's libido.

Cal opens his email and re-reads the response from Clare Bares again. I just need an excuse to travel to Florida for a weekend next month, he thinks. Going through the logistics again in his head, he blows out an exaggerated breath, his plans always ending up foiled by the same roadblock, his mother. Thinking of his mother, Cal pushes the problem to the back of his mind and quickly opens Literotica.com and tends to his erection.

Twenty minutes later, Calvin lays in post orgasmic bliss, staring up at the ceiling, pondering his perpetual horniness. The two girlfriends he's had had broken up with him not just because of his constant need for sex, he was always hard and ready to go, that was true, but Cal found himself more and more needing to push the boundaries of what was considered normal or acceptable, and he hadn't found teenage girls accepting of his increasingly 'deviant' needs.

Cal discovered that the simple act of sex wasn't enough for him. While the thrill of nudity and physical contact with another person seemed to be the finish line for most of his friends, they were merely the starting point for Cal.

The Internet teased Cal's growing desires as much as it stimulated them, hinting at the multitudes of perversions possible, but always at a distance; remote and blatantly performative. Until he found Clare Bares. Her familiar beauty and seemingly endless appetite for degradation and perversity rocked Cal to his core and the young woman quickly became a balm for the teenager's unfulfilled desires.

He knew it was silly to have feelings for an adult model, but he genuinely felt something for Clare, something more than just kink, or lust, or infatuation. He just knew they would have a connection. He couldn't explain it. And now that the opportunity to prove it existed, he was desperate to figure out a way to see it through.

Cal sighed and looked at his cock laying limply against his stomach, less than erect, but certainly not soft, the head still extended well past his belly button. Cal wanted to prove himself. He wanted Clare to experience what he had to offer and he wanted the world to see the gift genetics had bestowed upon him.

Getting up, Cal walks to the mirror on the back of his bedroom door and examines himself, posing and flexing. He's proud seeing the gym membership and personal trainer was beginning to pay dividends, the skinny kid was transforming into a powerfully built man.

Calvin smiles seeing how his cock hangs heavy, half way to his knees. He hefts the still swollen log and contemplates another round of masturbation when a voice suddenly announces from the other side of his door, "Calvin, Honey, are you awake? I need help getting something down in the kitchen."

Startled, Calvin's heart jumps and he lets his penis fall with a thud against his thigh, "Yeah, Mom, I'm up. Give me a minute, I'll... I'll be right there."

He hears his mother offer, "Thank you, Sweetie," and her bare feet pad away.

Donning his usual basketball shorts and tank top and making his way to the kitchen, Cal asks, "Morning Mom, how're you feeling today?"

"Oh, fine, Sweetie. I just didn't feel safe getting up on the steps to get the ice cream maker down," Stacey Spillman says running her hand over her swollen belly.

"We have an ice cream maker," the son questions.

"Yeah," giggles the red headed mother, "I can't remember the last time I used it, but I have a craving for some pineapple sorbet. Of course by the time I figure it all out, and make it, I'll probably want something else weird," Stacey shrugs.

Calvin digs the appliance out of the upper cabinet, setting it on the counter. "Need any help," he offers.

"Well, if you wanted to cut up the pineapple, that'd be a big help," Stacey responds.

"You got it, Mom," Calvin smiles, happy to find a reason to spend time with his beautiful mother. Her six months pregnant belly, bare between her tight yoga shorts and her even tighter sports bra, is an endless source of fascination to the teenager.

When his mother explained her condition was the result of a drunken one night stand, Cal was stunned, a mix of conflicting emotions boiled within him, and he still didn't fully understand his feelings, the truth being more than he could process. His initial emotional response of relief had given way to excitement, but also guilt and confusion.

The teenager did his best to hide his excitement from his mother, but knowing a baby was growing inside her had a primal effect on him. He spent the past months looking forward to the physical signs and was finally rewarded a few weeks ago; the increasing size of his mother's belly and breasts was now obvious, the difference noticeable week upon week.

Calvin had always found his mother attractive. Any red-blooded male would. Stacey Spillman was beautiful, barely five feet two inches, but short only in stature, her body was lithe and lean, perfectly proportioned. Vivid, natural red hair. Green eyes. Heavy breasts. And a tight ass that sat high without support. Her physical attributes were impossible to ignore, even by her own son, and his childhood adoration eventually had given way to confusing physical feelings in his early teenage years which likely contributed to their strained relationship.

Calvin's father had been nearly 20 years older than his mother and averaged around 48 weeks a year traveling for business. When he was home he was often distracted and distant. This resulted in Stacey being the sole authority figure in Calvin's life and the combined result was both felt a simmering resentment. Their relationship remained strained until Raymond Spillman died on a business trip three years ago.

After nearly a year in pandemic limbo, and at increasingly hostile loose ends being stuck at home with his wife and child, the investment banker had been gung-ho to resume face-to-face business dealings, and once the lockdown was ended, he instantly resumed burning the candle at both ends.

Raymond Spillman had been gone traveling the world without having returned home for nearly seven months when Stacey was awoken by a call from the United States State Department informing her of her husband's death in Dubai, UAE.

His death remained suspicious, but was officially ruled an accident, and his more than ample insurance and estate planning provided an assured high standard of living for his widow and son. The sudden loss of a common source of stress in both their lives and the uncertainty of how the husband and father had fallen from a 37th floor balcony bonded the mother and son, the parent-child animosity typical to late teenage years, was instantly replaced by grief and the need for the type of comfort and security only family could provide.

2020 had been hard on everyone, but any hopes that having his father home would lead to them bonding had quickly dissipated.

His father remained distant as the lockdown continued and soon became more and more agitated having to fit himself into his wife and son's home environment for more than the occasional few days at a time. The tension between his mother and father had been hard to ignore and Cal wasn't surprised when it finally boiled over into regular arguments and fights.

Raymond Spillman had found little enjoyment in life beyond 'the deal.' Not books, art, movies, TV, sports, or any of the things most people found edifying. For the businessman everything existed as a transaction. His joys appeared limited to traveling, staying in expensive hotels, business meetings, and, according to one very loud fight Calvin couldn't help overhear, his father readily indulged in all manner of extreme sexual depravity on his travels.

That year had begun to change Cal's relationship with his mother. He became sympathetic to her situation and found himself siding with her against his father.

A gradual awareness crept over Calvin and he began questioning things he had previously simply accepted. Chief among them, how had his mother ended up with his father, pregnant at 19 to a decades older man?

As Calvin's attitude towards his mother softened, his long suppressed feelings for her began to resurface. He'd thought sexual knowledge and experience would diminish his taboo thoughts, but being stuck at home with his mother for months had brought them all back, and with a vengeance. Despite his father's looming presence, Calvin began to fixate on his mother more and more during that summer and fall of 2020.

And now, since turning 18, the freedom of adulthood has only entrenched his incestuous desires, more and more Calvin's mother figures into all his fantasies, even those about other, equally sexy women, even those about Clare Bares.

Cutting pineapple and seeing his mother's happy mood, Calvin impulsively decides it is a good time to suggest his half baked plan and impulsively proposes, "Hey, what would you think about me going to Florida for a weekend by myself a couple of weeks from now? I want to tour a digital animation and FX school in Orlando. It's um, at Universal Studios and it includes a tour of the back lot." Calvin winced, knowing it sounded unconvincing. The school and tour were quite real but not the real reason for his sojourn. The fact that he'd never had any interest in digital animation or effects contributed to the lack of authenticity.

"By yourself" his mother bristles "I mean, that does sound cool. Is that something you think you might like to do as a profession?"

Shrugging, Calvin lamely responds, "Maybe, I mean that's kinda why I want to do the tour."

Clearly sensing something was up, Stacey Spillman tells herself to remain calm, not long ago, she would have launched into an accusatory line of questioning. Their new dynamic called for more restraint. "Why don't we go together? Florida sounds like fun," she offers.

"Um, I mean... can you fly pregnant?" Calvin asks.

"Of course, maybe not the last month, but next month should be no problem. Might be the last time we can go anywhere and do something for a while. It's a good idea. Anywhere else you want to go there? What about the space center, that's not that far. I went there once on a field trip," Stacey tells Calvin, referencing her childhood in Central Florida.

His frustration overwhelms Calvin and he acts out, "I'm 19 you know, I can just go. It's my money. I don't have to ask," he blurts out, instantly regretting it.

Stacey remains calm; she can tell something has Calvin reluctant to tell her the truth. Quickly considering her options, and hoping to salvage the situation, the idea of getting out of Texas, even for a weekend, before the baby comes was suddenly very appealing. The mother offers, "Cal, why don't you just tell me what's going on. Yes, you are an

adult

. I can't stop you going, but you've never traveled alone and I'm allowed to worry about you. I just want to support you," she smiles, "And a trip before the baby comes does sound like fun. And I haven't been... home... in a long time. So, if this is really about touring a school, great. If not, let's talk about it like

adults

."

Calvin's brain short circuits, scrambling for an explanation while damning himself for being so impetuous.

Stacey can see her son struggling, "Sweetie, just tell me what's going on, I promise I won't judge, and I swear you'll feel better."

"I... It's... There's this Always Fans model I follow and she's doing a... fan video next month... and I... got invited to... you know, be in it..." Calvin admits. He simultaneously feels a relief on his heart for not deceiving his mother any further while also feeling like his head could explode from the admission.

Stacey Spillman wasn't sure what to expect, but she hadn't been prepared for this. Her son wants to travel to appear in an amateur porno with some model he subscribes to. The mother's mind races trying to make sense of the possibilities and ramifications. Too many thoughts fight for her attention. Of course her son is a typical horny 19 year old. Who would want to turn down the opportunity to have sex with their dream girl? We all do dumb, hormone challenged things when we're 19.

You should know!

Is it even real? Suddenly worried that her son might be being catfished, Stacey decides to take the most pragmatic approach.

"Okay, wow... Um, look... why don't you tell me about it, show me what you've gotten from this person and let's make sure it's all real first before we start making plans to go anywhere. How's that," the mother offers, her heart pounding in her chest, realizing her financial concern just overruled her moral concerns and that she likely got her son's hopes up.

Cal stares at his mother unbelieving, his mind also trying to process all the possibilities. Unlike his 39-year-old mother, his 19-year-old brain surrenders to his base desire of not wanting to miss the opportunity to have sex with Clare Bares at all costs. "Okay, um, I'll get my iPad and show you the emails. It's all legit, Mom," he promised.

"Okay, Hun. Let's finish in here first and you can tell me all about it," Stacey tells him and while they prepare the sorbet, Cal cutting the pineapple, Stacey gathering ingredients and reading the instructions, the mother gently probes her son on his plan to become an actor in a porno.

Cal answers his mother honestly, telling her about 'Clare.' How she used to be a theme park performer before becoming a nude model. How her parents manage her career. That she's married and her husband performs with her. And how he came to be chosen to participate in her filming in two weeks time. He tells his mother how he simply needs to be there and take an STD test within 48 hours of filming.

The mother found her concerns rapidly fading; her son's plan not as impetuous as she initially feared. Stacey also realized her catfishing fears were likely unfounded and she was going to be faced with a moral decision, how did she feel about her son performing in a porno?

You did it! Hypocrite!

She shakes her head, trying to keep the memories buried.

She wasn't the same person now that she was when she was 18 and 19, Stacey reminded herself.

You were such a whore

! The mother grimaced at the thought and rubbed her belly for reassurance, smiling.

If all Cal was saying was true then the only real objection she had, and what she wanted him to consider, was what the future implications were of having sex on film... or the internet.

It had been a few years, but the last time Stacey searched it was still possible to find her younger-self online. The 'movies' she had performed in after turning 18 lived forever on the Internet, no matter how obscure. Forever grateful to her late husband for giving her a life far beyond her impoverished upbringing, she had never been able to bring herself to be ashamed of her early... professions. It would be hypocritical to claim she hadn't found enjoyment in her attempted escape from poverty.

As Calvin became more relieved at his mother's reaction and seeming growing acceptance, he became more and more nervous that his Mom would want to look at Clare Bares account. He'd never imagined her being neither as accepting nor as interested. He certainly hadn't ever considered he'd have to confront the fact that Clare and his mother bore an uncanny resemblance. Despite their 15-year age difference they could easily be mistaken for sisters. The son felt uneasy and his blood pressure rose imagining adding

that

to their already complicated relationship.

Finishing their task, "Thank you, Calvin," Stacey offers, giving her son a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll put this in the freezer, why don't you get your iPad and we'll go over your, um... opportunity," the mother forces a smile, trying to remain positive.

It wasn't even that Stacey had a negative feeling about what was happening or what her son might participate in, it was the growing dread this was going to lead to mother and son confronting their recent past and possibly even her confessing her youthful indiscretions to her son. And while one was almost certainly inevitable, the other was something Stacey hoped she would never need to face, and yet now the two seemed suddenly and unexpectedly intertwined.

Calvin came back into the kitchen with his iPad, "Here, there's three emails," he says handing his mother the tablet and pointing to the emails, hoping they will satisfy her concerns. He stands watching his mother read the emails. "Oh, so your face will be blurred," his mother notes.

"Yeah. See, it's just so her fans can..." Calvin trails off.

"Fuck her?" Stacey giggles, unable to resist the easy laugh. "Okay, well, this certainly appears on the level," she admits, but finds herself unable to simply give her son her blessing. His anxiety is palpable sitting next to her at the kitchen island and Stacey realizes she needs to put him at ease, "Look, honey, I get...

why

you want to do this. I'm sure Clare is very sexy and honestly, this seems like a very safe opportunity to live out a fantasy, all things considered, so I'm not opposed to it from that stand point. I see the deadline to RSVP is Thursday, what I'd like is for you to really consider what doing this means beyond just the opportunity to have sex with someone you're infatuated with, okay?" Stacey smiles before continuing. "I'm relieved your face will be blurred, but you'll still be having sex on camera and with a group of strangers. A gangbang is a pretty extreme thing to be involved in at your age, or any age really, I just want you to be sure you understand you have to get naked around a bunch of other people, I assume most will be older than you, more experienced, and you need to be sure you'll be comfortable in that environment and able to... perform, you know? You want it to be enjoyable, not just because it's something you, um... want, but also because bad sexual experiences can be very traumatic," the mother offers reassuringly before continuing, "I don't know what feelings, if any, you might have assigned to 'Clare' as a person, but you need to be prepared for the fact that you might just be a cock to her. It's likely just to be an impersonal act, and possibly more like work than... fun."