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 8 continues the adventures of Mark, Mandy and other characters. Mark gets creative, Dan listens in and Ryan learns more about mom's.
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It was Thursday evening, and the Wheeler family were just finishing their dinner in the kitchen. Mark and his dad were still at the table talking while Mandy was across the room loading the dishwasher.
"Take a look at that!" whispered Dan to his son, as Mandy bent right over to place items on the lower shelf.
Mark swivelled his head around to see what his dad was talking about. His mom was leaning down with her back towards them, her yoga pants stretched tight across the width of her ass. The smooth material clung to her curves as if it had been sprayed on, the only imperfection being the seam which dug up into the crack between her cheeks.
Mark looked back to his dad and grinned. Of course, the sight was nothing new to Mark, but he'd still happily stare at it for days at a time if he could. But while he'd had to sneak furtive glances before when his dad was around, now it felt good to be able to admire his mom's figure together.
"It's awesome, Dad!" Mark whispered back.
Dan grinned back at his son, pleased to see how happy he was these days and that they had finally found something they could bond over. After a hard day's work, there wasn't much else a man needed than a good meal and some wholesome family fun building a rapport with his son.
"What are you two whispering about?" asked Mandy, standing up and turning around.
"Nothing!" both Mark and his dad exclaimed simultaneously.
Mandy narrowed her eyes and stared silently at the two of them for a moment. In truth, she knew exactly what was going on, but knew it was important to let the two of them play their game and feign ignorance. It was still important that Dan saw Mark's interest as harmless, healthy fun for the time being, and she was keen to encourage anything that brought father and son closer together. That way, she hoped, there would be no resentment when the time came for Dan to accept the need to hand his wife over to his son.
"Haven't you two got something more useful to do?" said Mandy.
Father and son got up and sheepishly shuffled out of the kitchen together.
"Do you think she knew?" asked Mark as they left the kitchen.
"Probably. Women seem to have eyes in the back of their heads, don't they!"
"I love looking at it, Dad!" Mark confessed
"Heh! I can't blame you, Mark. Your mom has a great ass. But I bet you see lots with all the girls at school, don't you?"
"Yeah, but they aren't anything like Mom. They're young and none has a big butt like Mom has."
"You're not wrong!" laughed Dan. "There's something to be said for the older woman. I forgot you get to see everything when mom gets into bed, don't you?"
"She's so curvy, Dad! And she's got that little waist and big wide hips too!" said Mark, drawing his hands apart for emphasis.
"I'm glad you're getting an opportunity to see what a real woman is like, Mark," said Dan, smiling at his son's enthusiasm.
"I never did before Mom, Dad. Dr Dearlove says it's the way to go for all families."
"I never had such a chance in my day. I know that I was hesitant at first, but the whole co-sleeping thing has been transformative. Mom, you and me...there's never been such harmony in the family."
"Thanks for agreeing to it, Dad. It's been the best thing ever."
"It's good we had this talk. I think we're finding out that we're much alike, aren't we? Anyway, I bet you've got some schoolwork still to do, haven't you?"
"Yeah, Dad," Mark sighed as he reluctantly headed up to his room. He knew very well that the only reason that his dad was agreeing to support the SAMBA program was because of how Mark had improved academically and he would do anything to keep sleeping in his mom's bed. The very idea of returning to his room forever always lurked at the back of his mind and filled him with dread to think about.
*****
"You and Dad have been talking a lot recently, Mark," Mandy noted as she got into bed with her son later that evening.
Mark had been awaiting his mom's arrival impatiently, wondering why women had to spend so long in the bathroom. And like usual, the moment his mom was beside him, he was pressing his lean, nude body to hers. It was all so automatic to him now - reaching out to grab a swaying boob in his hand.
"Yeah, we've been getting on great. We talk about your body," said Mark, rubbing a nipple with his thumb to get it to perk up.
"Oh, you have, have you?" Mandy chuckled. "Don't you ever think about anything else?"
"Not often, Mom," Mark answered, before shifting the topic. "So, Ryan just wanted to suck your tits all afternoon then?"
"He's never had a chance before and you know how therapeutic it can be for boys your age. He was very sweet - he just closed his eyes and got on with the bonding. I think both Ryan and I lost track of the time," Mandy replied somewhat dreamily while thinking how nice it was now that she had two boys who regularly wanted to attach themselves to her boobs. She was confident it was very good for moms of all ages, even long after having children.
