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.
It should be obvious, but this story isn't a stand-alone. Please read the other parts before this one.
Part 6 continues the adventures of Mark, Mandy and other characters. SAMBA Moms night out and Dan begins to accept the changes at home.
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It was a Saturday morning and Dan Wheeler was at home and in bed with his wife. After pleading with Mandy for a quarter of an hour, she had allowed Dan to climb between her thighs and hump her pussy while she stared blankly up at the ceiling.
The forty-year-old wife no longer felt the same arousal that she used to when making love with her husband, but she was fortunate that he didn't notice. Dan was very much an in-and-out kind of guy and was rarely creative in the bedroom. The only time that Mandy had seen any real passion from him in recent years was on the few occasions when she had allowed him to do her up the butt. Dan had very much wanted to fuck that glorious ass of hers that morning, but Mandy was increasingly feeling it was something she should save for Mark. She wouldn't be able to avoid it forever, of course, but had managed to postpone Dan getting his way at least until the next weekend.
Mandy was still very much committed to the marriage and loved her husband as dearly as ever, though she had to admit that she felt she had moved beyond a sexual relationship with him. Nevertheless, Mandy would continue to do her duty in the bedroom as she accepted it was necessary to keep the family together. It was just that she now had other priorities and it was the physical relationship with her son that had given her life a new meaning.
Dan rolled off his wife and the pair sat up in the bed. Glancing at the bedside table Dan noticed Mandy's butt plug alongside a tube of KY.
"Hey, I hope you don't leave that around when Mark is in here," said Dan, motioning towards the objects that had just caught his eye.
"Huh?" replied Mandy, before she looked around and understood what her husband was talking about. "Why would I hide it?"
"Why would I hide it?" Dan repeated incredulously. "Because it's Mark! Our son! Hell, Mandy, I shouldn't have to explain, should I?"
"Calm down! Mark will hear you across the hall. Listen, Dan, Mark is eighteen now. He's a young man who knows a lot more about the world than you think he does. Of course, he knows his mom and dad have sex."
"But a butt plug, Mandy - "
"So what? I've got nothing to be ashamed of. You're still missing the point of SAMBA, which is that we've got to be open and honest with him. What better person than his mom to learn from that there are many ways for couples to have fun together and not feel any guilt about it? I like to wear the plug and Mark knows I like to wear it. Are you suggesting that we set Mark the example that sex is dirty?"
"No...I...look, it's just that this has all gone further than I imagined that's all."
"And I thought that we had put all these silly doubts about the program behind us. Seriously, Dan, why can't you ever commit to anything?"
Dan opened and shut his mouth, unsure how to placate his wife and frustrated that she always managed to get him on the back foot.
"I tell you what," began Mandy, adopting a more conciliatory tone. "Why don't I arrange a chat for you with Dr Dearlove? She's the expert and will be able to explain everything to you far better than I can. We need a neutral party to help us navigate the changes in the family. Will you agree to speak to her?"
"Sure, whatever you say," agreed Dan.
Dan got up and out of bed, glad to be bringing the conversation to a close, despite the morning's unsettling revelations. It just wasn't worth a fight, so early in the day and right after making love to his wife. He had learned that he usually didn't win these disagreements in any case, and more often than not it would turn out that Mandy was in the right and he would be left to make a humiliating climb down. More than anything though, this was the start of his weekend, something the hard-working father always valued highly and he was loathe to disrupt it.
Once Dan had disappeared into the bathroom for his shower, Mandy breathed a sigh of relief. She had managed to avert this particular crisis, at least for now. In all honestly, Mandy thought the family had been very lucky so far given that they were now a couple of weeks into her and Mark's co-sleeping plan. Partly this was due to Dan being so tired and preoccupied during the week, but the main reason was that even he had to concede that Mark was happier than ever, more confident, respectful and conscientious. Her husband had been very impressed how the once workshy kid had become very diligent in both his school work and jobs around the home.
The only other minor issue to rock the boat had been Dan's confession that he had looked in on the mother and son that first morning, but Mandy had let her husband know in no uncertain terms that this was unacceptable behavior.
While the weekends were Dan's downtime, his presence meant fewer opportunities for mother and son bonding, with a noticeable rise in tensions for Mark during these times. It wasn't easy on Mandy either, as she had grown so used to the times when he would suckle on her boobs or the thrill that she got making him stiffen and shoot her full of his youthful cum. It was a full-time job for the mature mom to balance a resentful son and a needy husband, making sure that both got access to her hot body. But there was no mistake that she knew the value of her sexuality and that it made her the critical center of the family.
Thinking of Mark brought Mandy's attention back to the topic of the morning: her butt plug. Grabbing it from the nightstand, along with the tube of KY, Mandy turned on her side in the bed and with practised ease had the metal and crystal plug inserted neatly into her anus once more. Her furrowed brow softened and her lips parted in a long exhale as the fattest part of the bulb popped through her sphincter and the base settled into its accustomed place between her rounded cheeks. The plug's original purpose had become less necessary now that frequent anal sex kept her ready for love at all times, but it still had its use in managing Mandy's anxiety at times such as this.
Sitting up, Mandy got her phone and quickly sent off a text to Dr Dearlove, explaining the situation with Dan. Given it was a weekend, Dr Dearlove would likely be occupied with another intake of moms and sons at the academy. Mandy thought back fondly to her own experience and realized that last night those new couples had been making out and later this morning those same moms would be treating their happy boys to their first mommy hand-job! How she envied them all the magic of the first time and wished that she could be there to witness another group of boys on their backs, straining as they shot long arcs of sperm into the air! Dr Dearlove was a very lucky woman to be a part of that.
Dan emerging from the bathroom, still towelling himself dry brought Mandy back to the present. While he dressed, she remembered her plan for another night out with her friends. Her fingers worked her phone rapidly as she shot off another couple of texts to Claire and Jess. Not only did she need time for herself away from the two males in her house, but she was eager to find out what had happened between Claire and Scott since she had her friend over to experience the pleasures of anal sex with Mark.
When Dan had dressed and headed downstairs to get himself some breakfast, Mandy thought about the other SAMBA mom she knew. Chrissy lived out of town, nearly an hour away, which meant Mandy didn't get to see as much of the tiny blonde as she would like. But why not invite her over to the girl's night out, Mandy thought? She dialled Chrissy's number and after only a few rings a breathless voice answered.
"Hey, Mandy!" Chrissy greeted her friend with her usual enthusiasm, though Mandy could detect air moving rapidly over the microphone.
"Is everything all right, Chrissy?" asked Mandy with concern.
"Sure, sweetie. Hubby went out for an early round of golf and Stevie took the opportunity to bang my ass. Say hello to Mrs Wheeler, Stevie."
"Hello, Mrs Wheeler," said Steve, his faint and exhausted-sounding voice just audible over the phone.
"Phew! You sure know how to pump your mom, don't you, baby?" said Chrissie.
Mandy heard a distant mumble which sounded like agreement. She recognised a boy who had just blown his load and now had no care in the world. Steve would likely be senseless for a while now.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Chrissy," Mandy apologized.
