SAMBA - PART 3
(Reward, motivation and the sacrifices of wives and mothers)
The Preamble: - The usual applies here. All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
This work is inspired by the stories 'BTSC' and 'Room 209' by the author 'klrxo'. Also thrown in are elements of the many mom/son stories I've read over the last 25 or so years.
It started out as my own spin on the above stories, but soon took on a life of its own. Too big for one single story, so split over a series.
Part 3 continues the adventures of Mark, Mandy and other characters. Mark's obsession leads to another fetish while Mandy starts to understand that her life is only really beginning at 40.
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Mark awoke feeling extremely horny, as he had done for several years now. The difference being that these days he did not need to resort to solitary relief. Enrolment in the SAMBA programme with his mother had opened up many new avenues for him.
As consciousness slowly returned, he started to recall the events of the previous evening. First triumph, that his mother had acquired and started to wear her ass-plug. Not only for the hoped-for practical effect as it altered his mom's physiology permanently to enable him to fuck her up the ass whenever he pleased without discomfort to her.
No, for Mark it was as much the symbolism of what his mom was wearing between her cheeks. It meant that she had accepted that that part of her anatomy was critical to the mother and son bond. At a deeper level it signified a new stage in their relationship. His mom may wear his dads wedding ring on her finger, but she wore Mark's jewellery in her ass-ring.
However, now that yesterday's memories were fully restored, Mark's countenance darkened. He was sure his mom had allowed his dad to have anal sex with her for the first time. Mark had waited days for the opportunity to do so again, only to be beaten to it by his father. He couldn't really complain about his dad fucking mom's pussy, though he hoped that there would be less even of that, but anal love had meant to be a special thing just between him and his mom. Even fucking Mrs Nielsen didn't quite make up for the intimacy he was missing from his mom.
Looking out his bedroom window to check that his dad's car was gone, Mark stepped naked out of his room and across the hall to his parents' room. He paused outside, then decided he didn't need to knock. After all, he now felt he had as much right to the marital bed as anyone else in the house.
It was still early, but his dad must have opened the curtains before he left as the pale light of morning illuminated the scene with perfect clarity.
The bedsheets were in a tumbled disarray, half covering his mom. She lay tits up, head to the side on a pillow, her long dark hair flowing about her pretty face.
On the bedside table next to his mom's usual side lay a tube of KY and the butt-plug, sitting on its base, a dried residue faintly visible on the bulb.
Mark felt that his suspicions had been confirmed. Planned or not, his mother had introduced his dad to the joys of anal sex. Something which should have been solely his! The revelation bombarded his brain with conflicting emotions. Now more than ever he needed the love only his mom could provide in order to make everything alright again.
The teen boy clambered into the bed with his mom, pulling the covers over them both, and clung to her soft, warm body. He took a tempting nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He needed his mom so badly. His prick stood stiffly to attention and he rubbed it against her thigh.
Mandy stirred, the movement in the bed and the hungry sucking at her breast causing her to wake.
"What? Oh! Mark!" exclaimed Mandy, looking about in confusion. "Is your dad gone?"
Mark nodded. He released her tit from between his lips with a smack, took a shuddering breath and moved to its twin, sucking hard. Mark loved his mom's boobs with all his heart. If there was anything that made him feel better straight away when he was stressed, it was nursing on her two delicious mounds.
Though not part of the formal instruction at the academy, this had quickly become one of their favorite activities upon returning home. Often times, if they were together on the couch, Mandy would simply have to lift her top and her son could latch on. At such times she would feel more a mother than she ever had as they shared tender mom and son boob time, her arm around him and brushing his hair with a free hand.
This morning, Mandy sensed by the desperate way her son was devouring her boobs that there was something wrong. She put her arms around Mark and pulled him close, smothering him in motherly love. She enjoyed these sessions as much as he did. He might be there for five minutes or thirty, though eventually the stimulation to her nipples would always become too much.
In these quiet mom and son times, Mandy always wished that her breasts still produced milk as they had all those years ago, so that she could provide for him in that way too. She suspected that Mark also longed for same. Nevertheless, the instinct was burned so deep into her boy that dry as they were, even after eighteen years Mark was compelled to suck just as heartily as if they still flowed freely with motherly sustenance.
The curvy mom knew what else her son sometimes needed. She reached down between them and found his balls, cupping them lovingly. For the next few minutes, she gently rolled them in her palm, or lightly stroked his sack, ignoring the rock-hard phallus for now.
Mandy sensed the tension dissipate somewhat and her boy released the other tit from his sucking mouth with another great smack. He swallowed, then breathed deeply.
"What is it honey?" ask Mandy.
"You did it, didn't you?" said her son with an injured tone.
"Did what?"
"You let dad fuck your ass."
"Oh, I see," Mandy said, understanding now. "I had no choice. I forgot to take the plug out before bed and your dad saw it. I had to tell him I was doing it for him. Mark...you knew this would happen."
"Let me see your ass," Mark demanded.
"Really?" Mandy sighed and disengaged from her son. Rolling over, she crouched on the bed facing away from Mark.
The broad, motherly ass which Mark worshipped hung in front of him, the cheeks slightly parted. Mark thumbed them apart to get a better look. As always, Mark was overawed when her surveyed that pretty anus. To him it was not only perfect, but it represented the essence of his mother as a sexual being.
Of course, it was still the same anus, but while it was tightly closed, it still looked a little wet and irritated from its night of love-making.
Mark reached across to the bedside table for the tube of KY.
"Uh-uh," said Mandy, quickly intercepting him. "It's too soon."
"But I wanna fuck your butt, Mom."
