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 7 continues the adventures of Mark, Mandy and other characters. Mandy wants to take another young man under the SAMBA wing, while Dan wants to do all he can for his son.
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Mandy awoke slowly, the disjointed parts of her mind struggling to connect. She was never really a morning person, unlike her husband, Dan, and so was grateful that he earned enough money that she hadn't needed to work in some years. Nevertheless, Mandy considered what she was now doing at home every bit as essential to the well-being of the family as her husband's career.
Her normal morning routine since starting the SAMBA co-sleeping plan with her son usually involved bonding time with him. Mark was eager to make up for what he believed had been lost time, by seeking every opportunity to indulge in the newfound joy of sharing a bed with a mature woman. Now, thanks to his mom enrolling them in the program, every morning there were titties, ass and pussy available to the eighteen-year-old, which only a few short months ago would have been beyond his wildest dreams. Most days he got to play with them all before breakfast.
Mandy was continually surprised, but delighted, that a young man like Mark never tired of her older, yet still feminine, charms. She may not have been quite as athletic as she once was, with a heavier butt and slightly thicker thighs than she had in her twenties, yet this all added to her appeal as far as her son was concerned. Mandy's rounded maturity was the perfect image of a woman in her sexual prime to the teen. Mark didn't care for the girls at school - now he only got turned on by hot moms like his own mother or Chrissy Nielsen.
It made Mandy happy that Mark would talk endlessly about her lush, full, womanly curves and tight holes while dismissing teen girls as boring - "They've got nothing on you, Mom, you're way more fuckable" he would say.
All this only confirmed what Mandy had learned from Dr Dearlove's research at the SAMBA academy, that boys of Mark's age would instinctively turn to the women a generation senior to fulfil their physical needs. A woman in her late thirties or early forties had so much to teach a young man and had the patience and selflessness to give him an unforgettable experience.
Moreover, Mark's greedy eyes and grabby hands had done more to boost Mandy's confidence as a woman than all the self-help books, seminars and yoga classes that she had tried over the preceding decade. These many years of married life had made her forget the power of her sexuality.
All these thoughts faded away as Mandy's eyes flickered open. Not far away was a gentle wheeze; her still-sleeping son was beside her in the bed. She noticed what was these days a not uncommon damp patch on the sheet under her. Then Mandy recalled that last night Mark had shot a stream of teen cum up her ass, some of which must have leaked from her while she slept.
Mandy had meant to plug herself before sleeping, but at the time had insisted Mark remain on her back after he finished fucking her. While her exhausted son would often yank his cock straight out, she liked the feel of it slowly shrinking, until it slowly slipped from her rectum. The memory of their intense bonding session stirred up strong maternal feelings in Mandy. Her son's cry of blissful gratitude as he had achieved his much-needed release still echoed in her mind, reminding her of just how potent the SAMBA method was.
Mandy sat up, tying her long dark hair back in a ponytail. Turning towards Mark, she uncovered her son. The teen remained asleep, one arm was thrown over his head, the other at his side and his legs slightly parted.
Mandy knelt at the boy's midsection and leaned in towards his groin. She inspected his cock and balls closely, with just enough early morning light to see by. The smooth sack hung down; one big ball slightly lower than the other. Mark's penis appeared so small now to the doting mother - small and cute, she thought. Bringing her face within inches, it seemed incredible to Mandy that only the night before that organ had felt so big, stretching her anal channel and driving deep into her colon.
Taking the little cock between her thumb and forefinger, Mandy slipped it between her lips, sucking on the head.
"Mmmmmmm," Mandy moaned quietly, simultaneously slipping a hand between her thighs to stroke her slit.
Mandy was in two minds as she wanted to let Mark continue to sleep and thought that after last night, he'd surely had enough sex to last him, but as an attentive mother, her instincts were always to tend to her young. Besides, it was fun to toy with his flaccid organ once in a while.
As a middle ground, the aroused mother closed her eyes, engulfed her son's cock in her mouth and let it soak there while she diddled her clit.
Like Mark, Mandy had fantasies of performing these mother-and-son bonding activities in front of her husband, so he could witness her pure love and devotion. If only Dan could see how tenderly she nursed on their son's cock, he would truly understand the value and purpose of the SAMBA program - the pinnacle of motherhood.
The middle-aged mom's hand moved rapidly, making little circles as she pressed on her labia, stimulating her sensitive little button. Her buttocks and thighs tensed and released repeatedly, as the waves of pleasure radiated out from her pelvis. As she approached her orgasm, without even thinking about it, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard on the tasty morsel between her lips.
With a suppressed whimper Mandy came, shuddering as she knelt over her son's loins. For a minute she rested, cock still clasped between her lips, as she breathed noisily through her nose. Then with reluctance, Mandy spat out the now half-erect shaft, glistening with her saliva, letting it flop onto her son's thigh. Meanwhile, Mark had slept through all of this, his face that of an angel when Mandy checked on him. She smiled lovingly and covered the boy up again.
Mandy felt a little guilty for not waking her son, as after all the bonding sessions were all about giving her son a chance to empty his teen balls in a loving and nurturing environment. She knew how frustrating and difficult his life would be without these opportunities. The naughty mother eased her conscience somewhat by telling herself that at least she had done her duty by giving his cock a good clean after he had shoved it up her butt the night before.
*****
Now wide awake, Mandy got dressed and went downstairs to find her husband in the kitchen.
"You're up early," said Dan, surprised.
"Good morning, honey," replied Mandy. "I guess I am. I woke early and thought I'd see my husband off to work for a change."
"Here, let me get you a coffee," said Dan as he drained his mug. "Is Mark still asleep?"
Mandy nodded and added, "I thought I'd leave him a little longer. He's been so good and been working so hard recently."
"Has he...er...been...er...masturbating with you again?"
"Actually, yes, he has. He ejaculated very hard last night, Dan," Mandy spoke as dispassionately as possible about the subject which was for her, anything but. She knew how important it was to provide her husband with information at a rate that he could process. And she was being as honest as possible, as Mark had been masturbating, in a manner, only in her asshole instead of his fist.