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Linda heard Kyle's question and turned her head slightly to the side, exposing her neck and opening her mouth. Her eyes met his, filled with desire and curiosity. She nodded slightly, inviting him to take a look. "Of course, dear," she whispered. "I'm here to help you."

Kyle leaned forward and pressed against his mother's lips, his tongue darting out to taste and explore the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. He reached up, cupping her cheek, as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue deeper into her mouth. She moaned softly, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Their tongues tangled together, dancing around each other as they explored every inch of each other's mouths. Kyle's fingers traced lazy circles on Linda's lower back, feeling the warmth of her wet skin, she meanwhile got her back against the shower wall, now pressing her breasts against his chest.

Their lips finally parted, and Linda leaned back slightly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Kyle," she gasped, her eyes shining with desire. "I want you to... explore my body further." She ran her hand down his chest, over his stomach, and cupped his erection. "I want to feel... I mean I want you to examine the insides of my cervix."

Kyle felt himself grow even harder at her words. He nodded, understanding her meaning. "Mom, can you lay down for that? Maybe put your legs up on my shoulders?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly with anticipation.

Linda smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Of course, dear." She stopped the shower, not bothered with the cover up anymore, and laid down on the shower floor, her legs raised and spread wide, inviting her son to enter her. "Son, you are free to examine me."

Kyle knelt down between her legs, his heart racing with excitement. He gently placed her knees on his shoulders and immediately felt pressure urging him forward. He reached out and guided his engorged member towards her entrance, feeling the slick heat envelop him as he slowly thrust forward. Linda gasped, arching her back as he filled her completely.

The insides of her sex were warm and moist, but slightly different than before, when she was pressed against the wall and he was thrusting from behind. He stopped himself from rushed movements, and slowly, methodically began to explore the inner recesses of her body. Linda closed her eyes, her hands cupping her breasts as she felt him probe deeper and deeper, truly examining her cervix. She arched her back, pressing against the floor as she struggled to keep her moans inside, she looked up at her son, "Kyle, you now, there is a sure way to find out," she gasp among his slow but powerful thrust, "if a girl likes you."

Her words seemed to only heighten his arousal, "Yea mom, what is it?" he asked, his voice strained and breathless as he continued his methodical movements. "Well baby, you just need to pay attention to her legs. You see, if her legs are on your shoulders, the girl surely loves you."

Linda felt the pressure build inside her as he continued to thrust, his member moving deeper and deeper inside her. She gasped, arching her back as a particularly powerful thrust sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh yes, Kyle," she moaned, "That's it, just like that." Her legs crossed around his back now pressing him even deeper, her hips rocking in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Son, I know it is bad, but your mommy is going to cum. Your mommy is going to cum from you examining her body." Linda moaned, arching her back as she felt her inner walls start to squeeze and contract around his member. Kyle, his breath coming in ragged gasps, felt himself on the brink as well, his hips finally abandoning the slow, methodical thrusts in favor of deep, powerful strokes that thrust him deeper inside her.

Sound of slapping flesh filled the bathroom every time Linda's hips met with the hardness of her son's pelvis. The wet slaps, accompanied by their gasps and moans, echoed off the tiles, bouncing back to mingle with the smack of their flesh, until suddenly another sound broke their rhythm: the loud knock on the door and a worried shout, "Linda, you alright there?"

Linda's eyes snapped open, fear flashing briefly across her features before she **** a smile and called back, "Just a second, dear. I'm fine." Her hand reached out to steady Kyle, her grip strong and reassuring even as her body trembled from the release approaching, "Please, son, some more... You're doing so well..."

Kyle bit his lip, his hips driving into her with urgent desperation, "Mom, but dad." he groaned, his voice strained and breathless but not stopping his thrusts.

Linda, her body still wracked with pleasure, reached up to steady his face with one hand, her other hand cupping his cheek. "It's alright, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice soft and reassuring. "Just... tell him you are examining me." Her words were almost hypnotic, and Kyle found himself unable to resist the sway of her voice, thrusting harder into her with a growl of desire.

As the sound of their bodies colliding filled the bathroom and provoked another set of loud knocks, Kyle shouted while while desperately moving his hips, "Dad, it is alright, I am just examining mom here!" With every thrust, Kyle felt himself getting closer to the edge, his release threatening to overwhelm him. Linda, her grip on his shoulders tightening, shouted in the air, "That's right, honey. Your son is doing wonderful job examining his mother's body."

Without any care for the rest of the world, her hands finally cupped around his head and brought his lips to hers in a passionate, **** kiss. Kyle moaned into the kiss as his body tensed, ready to release. He felt as her walls gripped him tightly, squeezing him in time with each powerful thrust. Her legs wrapped around him, urging him to stay inside while her sex massaged his length. The trembles of his mother's body echoed through his own, making it impossible to maintain any sense of control.

Finally, exhausted by their exertions, Kyle collapsed onto his mothers body, his weight pinning her to the shower floor as he thrusts slowed and eventually ceased. Linda's legs remained wrapped around him, her hips still rocking gently as she drew out the final moments of pleasure from their union. They lay there, panting and catching their breath, their bodies slick with sweat and each others' fluids.

The knocking on the door had stopped, replaced by an awkward silence from the other side of the bathroom door. Kyle couldn't bring himself to speak, his heart racing with guilt and fear. Linda, however, remained calm and composed, her hand reaching up to smooth his hair away from his forehead. "Shhh, it's okay, sweetheart," she whispered. "You just observed me in the shower, and than examined my body, and I helped you to release the tension. That is all, right?" She gave him a reassuring smile, and Kyle happily nodded, feeling the weight of his actions begin to lift from his shoulders.

After a few moments of silence, the voice from the other side of the door spoke again, "Linda, dear, are you sure you're alright?" Kyle's father's tone was still concerned, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice now. Linda slowly moved her legs of Kyle's shoulders, "Baby, get your probe out of me now." She giggled softly, "And please tell your father that the examination showed I am fine."

Kyle, still slightly breathless, managed to croak out, "Yeah, everything's okay, dad. I'll tell you about it later." He couldn't think about his father's eyes as he spoke, instead looking at the naked body of his mother. Her chest raised up and fell with a deep breath, and she gave him a smile that seemed to say everything was going to be alright.

With one last squeeze of his shoulder, she gently pushed him off, and he slid out of her, collapsing onto the floor next to her. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, the smell of their combined sweat and pleasure filling the air. Linda turned her head to look at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "You did really well, sweetheart," she whispered. "I'm proud of you."

Her words filled Kyle with a mixture of shame and relief. He didn't want to feel this way, but he couldn't deny the satisfaction he'd felt, both from "examining" her and from the sheer taboo of their encounter. He got up, looking for a towel to cover his nakedness, but realized that he mother's attention is on his penis still. "Mom?"

Linda raised her head to look at him, a playful grin on her lips. "Oh, baby, it is just that... Your probe is dirty." She reached out a hand and gently traced her finger along the underside of his shaft. "Here, let me help you clean it." She quickly got on her knees and engulfed his cock, taking it deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. Kyle's breath hitched, his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the warm, wet heat of her mouth envelop him.

As she continued to suck him off, the bathroom door suddenly opened, revealing Kyle's father standing there, a towel wrapped around his waist. His expression was a mixture of shock and anger as he took in the scene before him. "Linda!" he exclaimed, his voice loud enough to echo off the tiles. "What do you think you're doing?"

Kyle's heart raced as quick as a rabbit, his body froze, but his mouth immediately responded, "I just asked her to help me! She is not cheating on you, dad!" That was an obvious lie in his head, and he knew it, Kyle suspected that his mother also knew it, and the thought of that made his half-solid cock gain additional hardness. The movements of his mother's head immediately fastened as she began to properly suck Kyle's cock, her eyes locked on her husband, as if daring him to object.

"Linda!" his father exclaimed, his voice growing louder. "I thought we got an understanding about it!" Kyle felt a mixture of shame and anger as his father spoke. He wanted to defend his mother, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel like he was somehow in the wrong. But the reaction of his mother, not paying a single bit of attention to her husband's words, just concentrated on making her son cum, made him get some confidence. He placed a hand on his mother's head earning a quick look of approval from her and addressed his father, "Dad, I am trying to cum right now. Mother is here helping me, and you are not making it easier. Please leave now!"

His father's expression turned to one of confusion, and then understanding, "I mean..." He stumbled on his feet not sure what to do as his wife gave the most passionate blowjob HE ever saw from her to their son, "You mean I..." Suddenly Linda paused the work on her son's cock and angrily looked up at her husband, "Husband, leave us alone, NOW!" The commanding tone of her voice made her husband's legs tremble and he immediately left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. As the sound of his footsteps faded, Linda returned her attention back to her son's cock.

Kyle felt a wave of confidence wash over him as his father left the bathroom. His mother's grip around his cock tightened, and she began to bob her head up and down, her lips sliding smoothly over his length. Her expertise was evident in the way she worked him, her tongue dancing with his veins, her hand pumping in perfect rhythm. As he felt the familiar tugging and pulsing in his groin, he knew he was about to cum.

"Mom!" he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I'm gonna cum!" She looked up at him with a mixture of pride and lust, her cheeks flushed. "Let it go, baby," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. And with that, he erupted, his cock throbbing as hot cum spurted into her mouth.

Once the last drop of his cum was pushed out of his shat, Kyle's mother stood up and quickly reached the bathroom door, making a single comment to her son, "That was the best.... examination of my life." With that she opened the door and met the somewhat sad gaze of her husband, "Honey, do not be made, please!" Her hands went around his neck as she got her body as close to her husband as possible. "You know our son is special this way!" Her lips now covered the side of his face with kisses, "I know we made a deal, but I would never have sex," she really emphasized that word, "with any other man."

Kyle meanwhile slowly got his towel in order, and now was looking at the scene between his parents. The though about his mom's lips wrapped around his penis would have certainly made him hard again, if not for three consecutive releases he already had. Still, he couldn't help but to feel somewhat conflicted.

"Dad, I'm sorry about that. I didn't expect you to walk in on us like that." He said, his voice barely audible.

His father, however, seemed more interested in his wife lips until he finally captured them and kissed her deeply. At the same time, Kyle noticed his mother's eyes looking straight at him and giving him a wink. Kyle shrugged at the implication of what just happened and quickly scurried past the kissing couple back to his room.