Saras Newest Patient Pt 02

Sara's eyes opened slowly, warm sunlight filtering through the living room curtains, bathing Sara's feet in warmth as she sat on her couch. She soon realized she must have fallen asleep after finishing her research last night. The last thing she could remember was thinking about the items on her grocery list that she needed to pick up this weekend. She preferred to get her shopping done on Saturdays.

Her body was slightly sore from sleeping in such an awkward position, her neck in particular. She yawned as she rolled her neck from side to side, hoping to alleviate the tenderness.

The sound of a doorknob turning down the hallway clicked sharply, followed by another door being opened and closed. Adam must be getting up for a bathroom break. Sara raised her arms above her head and stretched for a while, letting the blood flow back into her limbs. She stood up and unplugged her laptop, placing it on the oak desk in the corner of the living room.

Sara entered her warm and inviting kitchen and started a pot of coffee brewing. Meanwhile, Adam had returned from the bathroom, joining his mother in the kitchen as he poured two glasses of cold orange juice from the fridge. Their movements displayed a sense of normalcy amidst the bizarreness of their recent interaction at the clinic yesterday. There was a palpable atmosphere between them.

"Here you go, Mom," Adam said, placing the glass of juice on the counter next to Sara.

"Thanks, honey," Sara replied. She pulled two coffee mugs down from the cabinet. One of the mugs was a gift she had received from the Dean of the medical school she graduated from many years ago. It was white and flared at the base with an ornate pewter handle. It had the University's emblem printed in silver on it. The other mug was a simple white one with the words "World's Okayest Mom" written on it. She smiled, thinking of her original reaction to this gift that Adam had given her last Mother's Day.

Sara finished preparing their coffees, with sugar and half and half, the way that both she and Adam preferred it. With a steaming mug in each hand, she placed the Mother's Day mug in front of Adam and sat down. She noticed a hint of a smile as Adam noticed which mug it was. They sat opposite each other at the small breakfast nook, neither able to meet the other's gaze for too long. Instead, they focused on sipping their drinks, hoping to ease the awkward silence enveloping them.

Neither seemed capable of breaking the ice. Finally, Sara cleared her throat, attempting to break the tension. "So, do you want me to get anything specific at the store today when I go shopping?"

Adam shifted in his seat as he took another sip, avoiding eye contact. "Not particularly...well, actually some smoked salmon would be good," he replied. Sara studied her son carefully, sensing his unease.

"There's actually something I want to ask you," Adam admitted. "About your job." His voice lowered with embarrassment.

"What's that, dear?" Sara inquired gently, her tone nonjudgmental and reassuring.

"Well..." Adam began haltingly, "How did you end up getting into this field anyway? I mean, urology is pretty straightforward. I meant the sexology stuff. It seems quite unique compared to most other professions."

Sara laughed softly, acknowledging her son's question. "Your observation isn't wrong, sweetheart.

Being a sexologist requires one to possess a certain level of comfort with matters concerning human reproduction and pleasure. To answer your question, though, it kinda happened organically." Sara explained with a laugh. When I was pursuing medicine, it became clear that my interests lay primarily in reproductive health -- specifically women's health. But soon enough, those areas led me deeper into sexuality studies. And here I am, helping people with various issues related to human sexual behavior. Though I understand if it might seem strange coming from someone like me," Sara elaborated, taking a sip of her coffee.

Adam listened attentively, intrigued by his mother's journey. He was unsure whether to ask further questions, fearing that he may cross boundaries they shouldn't explore together. However, curiosity got the better of him. "So, why exactly does my issue interest you so much?" he ventured.

"Well, I guess part of me always wondered what makes us tick when it comes to our bodies, especially when it involves such private acts. That fascination only increased when you told me about your condition. I had read about it vaguely years back, but I never thought I'd actually encounter it, especially in my own family."

Sara gave a thoughtful pause, considering her words carefully. "For me, studying human sexuality is almost like peeking behind the curtain to see how the magic happens. I believe that understanding ourselves better leads to a happier, healthier life - both physically and emotionally. Your condition piqued my curiosity because, although it was somewhat unusual, it also allowed me to dig even deeper into the complex world of human sexuality. I'm simply applying all my skills and knowledge acquired throughout my career as a doctor and sexologist to help you overcome this challenge, honey."

Intrigued by his mother's explanation, Adam considered the complexity of her profession. It appeared vast, mysterious, and full of fascinating discoveries. Yet, at the same time, it felt natural and genuine.

Adam looked at his mother with a look of discomfort. "So...I was really...um...stressed at the exam yesterday," he admitted. "It felt weird having you perform a prostate massage on me. I had no idea you were going to have me ejaculate right there. It totally caught me off guard." He looked intently into his mother's eyes. "I mean, were you uncomfortable too? Wouldn't another specialist have done just fine?" he probed, feeling increasingly vulnerable.

Sara reached across the table and placed her hand tenderly upon his. "No, I think you'd agree that having a personal touch often goes a long way in providing the best care possible. Plus, it allows for an open line of communication without barriers."

Adam nodded slowly, his anxiety easing marginally. Despite his discomfort, he understood the importance of trust and transparency in addressing this matter.

"Besides," she added. "I'm currently the only qualified urologist in the clinic and the only sexologist. Dr. Fredrickson is on maternity leave so I really didn't have a choice."

She chuckled, adding jovially, "But seriously, your case was a bit challenging at first, but I think I now have a solid grasp on your condition. I did a lot of reading last night and I think I have a good game plan for us. Don't worry, honey. We will work through this together. Your recovery is crucial, and I promise to provide my utmost support along the way."

As they talked, the morning sun radiated golden rays into the room, casting a gentle warmth upon them. It felt almost cozy in a peculiar sort of way, despite the weighty topics they discussed. They shared stories from their past, recounting memories filled with love, joy, sadness, and humor. This bonding experience helped alleviate some of the tension lingering between them.

"Okay," Sara said. "I have to run a bunch of errands today. I have to go see my friend Emily, go to the post office, get an oil change, and get the groceries. If you think of anything else you'd like me to pick up, just send me a text, okay?"

Adam nodded. "I will," he said. "Have a good time and be safe. Oh, and say hi to Emily for me." Sara nodded and gave Adam a hug before grabbing her purse from the door hanger.

Sara opened the front door and turned back to Adam. "Hey, tonight after dinner, I'll explain the plan for your treatment and we'll do our first session, okay?"

Adam nodded awkwardly and shoved his hands into his pockets, attempting to appear casual.

As Sara carried out her errands for the day, she kept thinking about how she would conduct Adam's treatment session this evening. There was a nervousness, a growing knot in her stomach. Her thoughts wandered back to the clinic yesterday. There was an excitement in her at the thought of getting to witness another incredible ejaculation. This would be a much more intimate experience, however, since it would be in their own home. Putting these thoughts to the side, she finished up her shopping.

Sara pulled into the driveway as the evening sun cast shadows from her oak trees onto the front of her home. Climbing out of her black SUV, Sara grabbed the bags of groceries from the back seat and brought them into the kitchen. Adam was not home at the moment, since he had had plans to go hiking with his friends. Sara had asked him to be home by 1900 for dinner and he was always great about being punctual. She smiled at the thought of what a good kid Adam was.

After Sara had emptied the contents of the grocery bags and washed her hands thoroughly, she began preparing a scrumptious dinner with ingredients she had picked earlier from the local farmer's market. She had decided to make chicken florentine, and for dessert, she whipped up a rich, creamy chocolate souffle.

As Sara was close to finishing the last of dinner preparations, she glanced up at the kitchen clock, which read 1840. Just then, the front door opened and Adam stomped into the living room with a heavy backpack slung over his shoulder. He was covered in a layer of dirt and dust, his boots caked in half-dry mud. He sighed heavily as he dropped the backpack on the floor, chunks of mud and grass scattering across the wood floor.

Sara's eyes widened. "Hey! Get those filthy boots off and put them outside," her face red with frustration. "That's why I bought that shoe rack."

"Oof! Sorry, Mom," Adam replied, grabbing his boots and backpack and placing them on the front porch. "I'll sweep it up, too."

"Thank you," said Sara. "And go ahead and get showered quickly before dinner. It's almost done."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Dinner was delightful, with engaging conversation flowing freely around the table. Over dessert, they delved into more serious discussions about Adam's concerns surrounding his condition. Sara explained to Adam that the treatment for hyperspermia was a combination of diet modification and frequent ejaculation. Specifically, the diet should include limiting high protein and fiber intake, which promotes more semen production. Frequent ejaculation would reduce the volume of each ejaculation, making it much more manageable and reducing any discomfort from swollen seminal vesicles.

"So I'll make sure that you have your diet requirements met," Sara told Adam. "I will make sure that I change my grocery shopping to accommodate this. As for the ejaculation part, I'd like to set up a schedule for us. Let's have you ejaculate first thing after breakfast each morning. Then we'll do it again right when you get home from school during the weekdays, and finally, every evening around 2000. Sound good to you?" she asked.

"Sounds good," Adam agreed. "This souffle is amazing!" he said abruptly, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Sara smiled in appreciation. "It did turn out great, didn't it?!"

When they had finished eating, Sara and Adam got up and cleared the table, gently placing the dishes into the sink.

"Okay," she said smiling back at Adam. "Are you ready for your first out-of-clinic study? Don't worry, honey," she soothed her son, noticing his gaze was fixed on his feet. "It will be productive, and maybe even a little fun once the awkwardness wears off. It's nothing to be ashamed of." Adam nodded, unable to meet his mother's gaze.

"Okay, the kitchen should be a perfect place to do this." She grabbed a wet, soapy sponge and wiped down the table, leaving it shiny and clean. "So today I won't be doing a prostate exam to express the semen out of you. Instead, I'd like you to just stand near the edge of the table and jerk off onto it." Sara's explicit words shocked even herself as the words left her mouth. "I...I mean masturbate," she corrected. "Sorry." Her face was flush with embarrassment. "Anyway," she continued, her cheeks warm, "It's been a little over 24 hours since you last ejaculated, so I expect there will still be a lot of semen. I will be measuring it afterward and we'll see how the quantity varies as you ejaculate every 8-10 hours from here on out instead. Make sense?"

Adam nodded in understanding. "Okay, whenever you're ready, sweetheart," Sara said. Adam hesitated briefly before moving to the side of the table, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down to knee height. Sara watched closely, keenly aware of the significance of this moment. Adam hesitated again before hooking his thumbs into his boxer waistband, pulling them down to meet his jeans. As he did so, his already erect penis bounced upward, almost slapping against his abdomen. Sara's heart leaped at the erotic visual. His penis was incredible to look at. It was probably between six and seven inches with a nice thick girth to it. It was slightly curved upward and ended with a delicious, pinkish-purple head.

"Just remember, I know this feels awkward right now, but please, let go of your shame. This is perfectly natural, both biologically and emotionally speaking," she assured him softly. Her assurance brought relief to Adam, and he loosened up a little.

Standing by the side of the table, he took hold of his erect member, which stood proudly before him. In response, Sara observed her son's body language, focusing on her son's expression and how his hand gripped his penis. Adam started out very slowly, his hand in rhythmic motion, pumping his length from top to bottom. His heavy scrotum swung with each stroke, slapping gently against his thighs. Adam moaned a little as he closed his eyes, losing himself in the intense pleasure coursing through his veins. The sight before Sara stirred feelings of tenderness mixed with excitement within her.

Taking a seat nearby, Sara silently marveled at the erotic spectacle unfolding before her. Her gaze fixed on his thick member, taking in the sight of his throbbing head as his fingers slid back and forth along its length.

Sara cleared her throat, which was somewhat dry and constricted from her arousal. " So today, we're not worried about technique, sweetie. Tomorrow, I'm going to teach you about edging, but for today, just do what feels good and let your ejaculation happen whenever you want."

Adam nodded once again, grateful for his mother's guidance yet still apprehensive about continuously exposing his naked self to her. Nevertheless, he forced away his reservations and focused solely on his own satisfaction. Taking deep breaths, he tried to push aside his nagging doubts. Closing his eyes, he surrendered completely to the powerful rush of ecstasy coursing through his body. Sara observed her son, captivated by the raw beauty of his physical responses.

Every wrinkle and contortion of his facial features registered deeply within her. As she studied his form, she couldn't help but notice the tightening of his abdominal muscles, which accentuated the firm, defined curves beneath them. She followed the play of light and shadow over his skin as he moved. The undulating lines formed by his flexing limbs combined with the hypnotizing motion of his pelvis provided an irresistible dance of sensual artistry.

Unable to contain her arousal, Sara found herself leaning closer, drawn by a magnetic force beyond her control. She wanted to see her son's cock up close, examine every detail about it.

She looked first at his face, observing his concentrated look and signs of pleasure. His head was aimed toward the ceiling, eyes closed. Her gaze then fell to his firm and defined chest and abdomen muscles. "Damn! He surely is a fantastic male specimen," she thought. Her eyes shifted gradually to his genitals, where she admired the swollen shaft encased in a snug embrace of his smooth, youthful skin. The subtle movements of his balls rolling against each other fueled her desire to observe his release.

As Adam's orgasm neared, he could hear his heart thundering wildly inside his chest, its beat matching the fervent tempo of his pulse. Feeling the familiar pressure building, he knew instinctually that this would be a very intense climax, especially since his mother was watching, greatly adding to his level of arousal. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead, a testament to the intensity of his exertion.

Gripping the edge of the table for balance, Adam thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper inside his palm. His legs quivered underneath him, nearly buckling, but adrenaline kept him steady. He braced himself, knowing there was nothing left to lose. As he came closer to the precipice, his body trembled violently. Every muscle in his frame seemed to cry out simultaneously, begging for release.

Feeling her own blood boil, Sara found herself struggling to remain composed as she continued watching him, eagerly awaiting the moment that she could watch her son's semen ejecting from his thick cock.

With his head thrown back, Adam groaned loudly, allowing the surge of passion to consume him entirely. His entire being was consumed by the urgency of his impending orgasm.

"Here it comes, Mom!" he whimpered.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Adam's seed burst forth, spewing out like creamy ropes onto the spotless, dark tabletop. A torrent of hot, white liquid cascaded from his rigid manhood, splattering upon the surface with audible squelches. Much like his response at the clinic yesterday, Adam ejaculated for almost half a minute. Sara lost count of his spurts after the first few, overwhelmed by the emotions running through her as she witnessed the erotic display.

Semen dripped from the tip of Adam's cock, running down its length until it pooled against his fingers. He opened his eyes, looking down at the mess he had created. His mother, wide-eyed, stared back at him with a mixture of astonishment and pride.

Seeing his cum land right in front of her was certainly a new experience and she hadn't fully prepared herself for the emotional rush it gave her. She then realized that this marked the beginning of a new phase in their relationship -- a phase where boundaries were blurred.

As the last few drops of semen oozed out of Adam's spent cock, he finally lowered himself to sit on the floor, exhausted and elated all at once. Sara remained seated, absorbed in the incredibly intimate scene unfolding before her. Observing her child's post-orgasm state fascinated her; she relished in the profound vulnerability displayed so openly. Adam looked utterly content and peacefully serene as he sat cross-legged, cradling his heavy sac in his hand, tenderly massaging it as if comforting it from the ordeal it had endured.

The air hung heavy with anticipation, intermingled with traces of sweat and Adam's intoxicating musk. Sara's gaze took in the large stripes and puddles of her son's warm semen that decorated her kitchen table. The fresh scent of his liquid filled her nostrils.

Sara's face flushed red as she took in this unforgettable image of Adam sprawled out across the floor, reveling in the aftermath of his potent ejaculation. With each breath, her gaze locked onto her son's impressively erect organ, now lying flaccid yet still beautiful in its post-orgasmic state. Despite feeling slightly overwhelmed, Sara held fast to her resolve, refusing to allow guilt or fear to cloud her judgement.

"Okay, sweetheart," Sara said. "I'm going to collect your semen now and take some measurements," Sara informed Adam, sounding somewhat apologetic. Adam's cheeks turned scarlet, a mix of embarrassment and arousal filling him. "It will only take a couple of minutes," she added reassuringly. Adam nodded, finding solace in her calm demeanor. Sara grabbed a measuring cup from one of the kitchen drawers and walked toward the table. "Oh," she said. "I also lost count of how many contractions you had. I only got to eight I think, but then messed it up. I'll do better next time." She turned her attention to the table. Using her fingers, Sara carefully scooped up Adam's semen and let it fall into the measuring cup. It took several minutes to collect it all, her hands now drenched in her son's warm cream. Her clitoris tingled and throbbed with excitement. She could feel herself moisten in her white, cotton panties.