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.
