(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 4 continues the adventures of Mark, Mandy and other characters. Scott goes home, Mandy meets the twins and Mark wants his rightful place in the Wheeler marital bed.
*****
For the remainder of the week Mandy had her face humped by Scott each night in the little bed in the guest room. She remained astounded by the amount of salty boy cum she had to gulp down, but made sure never to miss a drop. Afterwards, while Scott's cock shrank down to normal proportions, she would kiss and suck on his big balls which she had grown so fond off.
Mandy had not forgotten Dr Dearlove's lessons at the SAMBA academy. Getting a boy to a climax by itself wasn't enough - positive reinforcement, acceptance and building self-esteem were all part of the process of making a young man feel good about himself. It took a woman of Mandy's age, with her years of experience in the bedroom and a natural excess of maternal love, to have the patience and skill required to achieve successful results with teens.
In turn, Scott would praise the hot mom, telling her how good she was to him, sighing contentedly and eventually drifting off to sleep, happy in the knowledge that she would go away with his semen lining her throat and stomach. Mandy would then carefully slip out of bed, cover the boy up and tip-toe back to her own room.
When Claire and her husband returned from their trip away, Mandy was quite sad to see the Scott go. She had looked forward to her nightly rendezvous with the eager boy. They had got to the point of settling into productive substitute-mom and son bonding sessions. The results of which spoke for themselves and the efficacy of the SAMBA method. Scott was happy, polite, well behaved and at ease with himself for the whole week. In fact, Mandy would describe him as the model teenager.
Only when it finally came to leave did Scott show any weakness. He clung to Mandy at the threshold when it came to say goodbye, kissing her repeatedly and declaring his love for her.
"Oh Scott!" said Mandy, tearing up. "You're so sweet. I'm very fond of you too and I think we've had a wonderful week together, don't you? But your mom is home and she's the one that needs to take care of you. Think how much she's missed your time together. I bet the first minute that you two get alone time together she's going to be desperate to reward you for being so good. Won't that be nice?"
"I'll see you again though, won't I?" Scott asked, with puppy-dog eyes.
"We'll see. Let's see what your mom says. I'm sure it's possible."
"Goodbye, Mrs Wheeler," said Scott as he turned and departed for his own home and a return to his normal routine.
However, Mandy knew in her heart that just like with her son and Steve, she and Scott were now bonded forever. She was proud of her brief time in helping the young man get his much-needed relief and enabling him to grow as a man.
Of course, she still had Mark and his morning visits. The first thing she would be aware of each day was her own son sucking alternately on her ample breasts. It was always a wonderful way to start the day and she would hold him close to her as she gradually came to her senses.
Mark hated the weekends as except for the rare time when he was called into work, Dan would be occupying his space in the marital bed. On these occasions he would often have to wait impatiently through the whole of the day and hope for a nocturnal visit from his mom in his own bed.
On days where any chance of a sexual encounter was limited, Mandy would always be able to sense Mark's frustration. She would do her best to make it up to her son in whatever way that she could. A quick passionate kiss or a hand down his pants to fondle his balls usually had to serve.
Often times Mark would find it hard to restrain himself, surprising his mom by grabbing her tits or ass when about the house and making her shriek in surprise. Mandy loved the attention, but the horny boy could be relentless and there had been one or two close calls when they had nearly been discovered by Dan.
Mark was still determined to accompany his mother to the bathroom whenever the opportunity arose. Mandy still wished for some privacy, but had at least gotten over the shame of having her son present for these most personal of moments. Her son pretended he was making himself useful by being present to assist with the removal and reinsertion of her plug. So, Mandy would turn and bend, while the wide-eyed teen extracted the steely bulb with reverence before kneeling at her feet for the main event.
Mandy had now completely accepted her son's preoccupation with her anus, just as she had Scott's need for both her and his own mom to swallow his ejaculations. As Dr Dearlove had said, every boy was different. In fact, Dr Dearlove had gone further in a text message following up their last call, explaining that attempting to stifle or suppress these urges often had very negative effects on the boys. Who else but a mother could ensure that a boy was able to meet all of his psychological requirements?
*****
A couple of days after Scott had gone home, Mandy had a call from Claire.
"Hey Mandy," Claire croaked.
"Hi Claire. What's up, you sound terrible?!" Mandy asked with concern.
"Oh, yeah. Scott went crazy when I got back home. He hammered my throat twice the first night. I'll be okay, and I can't blame him. It was quite the welcome home! Jim's worried I've got the flu," Claire laughed. "He's been trying to get me to go see the doctor. I'm not sure what the doctor would prescribe for repeated strikes to the back of the throat!"
"You poor thing!"
"Don't worry about me. I'm kind of glad that I haven't lost my appeal. I know you made an impression. Scott talks about you endlessly. Anyway, I was thinking about another girl's night out with you and Jess. What do you say? Can you do tomorrow night? Same place as last time."
"Sure, I'd love to. What time?" said Mandy.
"About eight?"
"That's good for me."
"Perfect. I'll let Jess know. I can't wait to catch up. Bye, Mandy."
"Bye, Claire."
*****
Mandy arrived late at the bar the following night. At the last-minute Mark had become anxious about an upcoming test at school, so she had had to take him to his room in order to quickly jerk him off so as to alleviate his mounting stress. The resulting torrent of sperm had so speckled her outfit for the night that she was forced to change. She had cursed herself for not taking his throbbing dick in her mouth and so save herself all the trouble.
Claire and Jess were already seated with a bottle of wine between them.
"Hi, girls. I'm sorry so to be the last one, again," said Mandy.
"Hi, Mandy," said Jess.
