Samba Pt 11

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 11 continues the adventures of Mark, Mandy and other characters. Dan steadily becomes more open-minded, while Ryan is brought deeper into the SAMBA fold.

*****

Chrissy was still rubbing her clit furiously when her son yanked his dick rapidly out from the grip of her anus. As usually happened, her mouth flew open at the abrupt withdrawal, which always felt like the teen was sucking her bowels out along with his cock.

Steve sank back, sitting on his heels, his breath coming and going in a ragged gasp. His thick penis continued to tick up as the intensity of his climax began to fade. A final drop of semen oozed from his piss-hole and dripped onto the sheet below.

Hearing a whimper from his mom, Steve raised his exhausted head in time to see her tremble and shake. The tiny blonde mom had been crouched low on all fours with her knees wide apart; her hips tilted upwards in an early morning gift to her son. Steve was rewarded with the sight of his mom's pink ring winking at him.

"Oh, baby! My sweetie! Your hard cock was so good in my ass!" Chrissy sobbed and shuddered. Her fingers now circled slowly, her wet pussy lips slipping and sliding smoothly.

Both mother and son sighed deeply and were silent for a minute while recovering from their exertions. Their heads swam with the pleasure of their bonding session. The air of the room was filled with the scent of ass and sex.

Chrissy drew her widespread knees together and slumped her shoulders forward on the mattress, head to one side, her eyes half closed. Steve's erection slowly deflated, but the ruby red head of his cock that had enjoyed such sweet friction in his mother's clutching rectum remained exposed and swollen.

Steve raised his hands and pulled his mom's firm buns hard apart.

"Wow! Just...wow!" Steve croaked in amazement.

"What is it, sweetie?" asked weakly, her blonde curls an untidy, tumbled mass around her head. Stray strands clung to the beads of sweat on her face.

"You're still gaping, Mom!" Steve replied. "I love it when you do that! Fuck, it looks good!"

The teen's wide eyes were fixed on the glistening, wet orifice between his mom's rear cheeks. It remained hanging open, about half an inch, significantly smaller than the diameter he'd wedged her back door open.

"I'm not doing anything to make it do that, Stevie. It's always super relaxed after you've fucked it. My little asshole is used to your regular morning visits, I guess."

Chrissy was surprised that her son hadn't left the bed and hurried to the shower. But whatever the reason, she was pleased with his presence and exchange of a few words, even if it was only to talk about her gape.

"Mrs Wheeler's asshole did the same after I fucked her yesterday morning," Steve revealed. "And just like you, she came hard, Mom!"

Chrissy heard the pride in her boy's voice and smiled as she realized why he had hung around. Naturally, a night in a different bed with another woman had given the teen a lot to think about.

"Mrs Wheeler is lucky to have a sensitive asshole that can make her come without any clit play. Did you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah. I know that," Steve replied, releasing his mom's butt cheeks now that her anus was finally closing up.

"That's why you have to take your time with her, or any mom, really," said Chrissy as she stretched out flat on the bed. "Even though we moms do it all for you, it's much better when we can get off with you, sweetie. Doesn't it feel good to you when we come together?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Mrs Wheeler's focus is on Mark, of course, but that doesn't mean she's not grateful for how you made her feel. I know she likes you a lot, and you can be sure she'll remember that anal orgasm for a long time."

Steve didn't reply, but Chrissy could sense that her son was busy processing the weekend's experience.

"Mark is the only other person who can make Mrs Wheeler feel that way, you know? Her husband can't, nor anyone else. I know exactly what it's like. It's a different experience, bonding with a son or a friend's son. After years of marriage, sharing your body with a young man new to the world of sex and seeing the difference it can make is life-changing."

"She...she wanted to talk to me - said she wanted to get to know me," Steve shared.

"Of course, baby! She wanted the emotional connection and the sense of accomplishing something wonderful together. That's the SAMBA way, sweetie! We, moms, are made a little different - while you boys are thinking about how warm, snug and tight our asses are, we're concentrating on you having a fulfilling and happy time. The whole vibe is better when we know and understand you better."

"But she had so many questions, Mom. It was difficult to think with her tanned body and boobs in my face," Steve explained.

"It wouldn't be any fun if a mom weren't distracting, would it?" Chrissy giggled. "Wasn't it all worth the effort, Stevie? Because I think you two made a real connection. In the end, you took your time and gave her an amazing orgasm, and now you can feel proud of that."

"I was whacked out by then, Mom. But I couldn't help it, and I had to have that ass again," said Steve. Then, a sudden thought occurred to him. "Has Mrs Wheeler been talking about our night together?"

"Only to say she thought it was a great success, and you managed to come with her many times! You're lucky to spend time with a beautiful mom like Mrs Wheeler, who takes her SAMBA duties very seriously."

"She's the hottest - other than you, Mom!" Steve added hastily. "I'd like to do a swap again sometime."

"We'll see, Stevie. I can see that it's benefitted you and made you more thoughtful this time," said Chrissy. She didn't like to mention in front of her son that she also looked forward to more intense mom-teen sex with young Mark. The idea of another night mothering him made her heart flutter. "Speaking of being thoughtful, Mrs Wheeler told me that she kept all your cum plugged inside for hours. That's sweet of her, huh?"

"She did? Wow, that's awesome! I shot three loads up there, Mom!" Steve declared proudly.

"I know, sweetie," smiled Chrissy. "And it meant a lot to her, too, I'm sure. Listen, I'm glad we had that talk, but you better get moving, or you'll be late for school."

"Shit, you're right," replied Steve as he scrambled to get off the bed. "Hey, can you give me a ride to school, Mom?"

Chrissy sighed. She knew she'd probably end up leaking boy cum into her panties as she had done before when driving straight after anal sex in the morning. On the other hand, she was so pleased with the promising changes hinted at this morning that she couldn't refuse.

"Okay, you better hop in that shower quickly while I get dressed."

Chrissy sat up in bed and watched her son scurry from the room, his swinging cock still glistening with lube. She smiled after him, pleased that how a night of passion with another loving mother had hopefully planted the seeds of change.

*****

After Mark had left for school, Mandy headed straight to the bathroom to sit and let her son's sperm slowly drain from her anus. She planned to visit the gym this morning and didn't want to risk a cum-fart while she was working out.

She hadn't yet caught up on her sleep after the weekend, and part of her dreaded the thought of the exertion, though she knew from experience that she'd feel better after doing the exercise. There was also another mother of similar age she'd met there whom she'd struck up a friendship with. The divorced, single mother had a troubled son, and Mandy had been waiting for the right moment to refer her to SAMBA.

It was wonderful finally having some quiet time alone in the house. As she sat, pushed and dripped, Mandy thought about all that had happened over the weekend.

The family had taken its first steps toward openly accepting her and Mark's bonding activities with the breast play on Friday night. Mark had gotten a thrill from the display, but what had warmed Mandy's heart was the obvious pleasure on her husband's face as she had carefully watched him out of the corner of her eye. It would be much better for everyone involved if Dan could support the physical relationship between mother and son, which was now an unalterable fact of family life. She had high hopes it would bring father and son closer than ever.

As Mandy squeezed out a big, wet fart, she turned her mind to the love-making with Mark that had come after. She couldn't believe she'd had to wait until she was forty to have her pussy filled and pounded as she'd always dreamed of - and it had taken her son to do it properly. Or was it because it was her son that made it so good? She knew she deserved to feel that way again and was a little sad that Dan would never be up to the task.

Her hand strayed down to her belly, and not for the first time, Mandy couldn't help the intrusive thoughts about ending her birth control and letting nature take its course. Over the years, she often regretted having only Mark. It had been because early in the marriage, when their circumstances were different, Dan had complained about the cost of children. Now that her husband could provide financially, it would be easy to let Mark mount her night after night, now that they were alone in her big bed. Her handsome and eager boy would be sure to impregnate her quickly with large, healthy injections from his hard, young cock.

As she sat daydreaming, her legs going numb on the seat, Mandy felt a final trickle of boy-cum run from her asshole. Her mind turned to Saturday night and how she had mothered Steve during the SAMBA swap. He was such a different character from Mark. And she was glad to have preserved in trying to get to know him better. Despite trying to hide it, Mandy had seen hints of vulnerabilities and deeper layers to his personality. With more bonding sessions, she was sure she could get Steve to open up more.

Their final ass-fuck as the first light of morning peeped through the windows had been earth-shaking for the mature mom. Barely conscious at first, she had slowly warmed to the action as he rolled her onto her front and spread her legs with his own. With her boobs crushed against the mattress and Steve's weight pressed firmly on her back, the young man had stabbed repeatedly into her sensitive butthole until she lost count of the number of times she had cum.

After such a rollercoaster of emotions this weekend, Mandy still had to see Ryan through his encounter with Claire later that day. The thought of his young cock getting stiff for her best friend and her helping him gave Mandy the energy she needed. There was no better time to be a mom than now, making these boy's dreams come true!

*****

Dan had driven to work whistling happily. Neither the stress of commuting nor the long hours and office politics could get him down now that he had an exciting and rewarding home life to return to each day. With this happy foundation at home and his renewed energy, Dan felt ready to take on any challenge at work. Dan thought that the long-sought promotion he was after might even be within his grasp.

As soon as Dan had a chance to take a short break from work, he was on the phone to the SAMBA academy.

"Hello, Dr Dearlove. Do you have a few minutes to discuss Mark?"

"Of course, Mr Wheeler! How can I help?"

"I'll explain, but first, a quick update. It's been obvious to Mandy and me that Mark has a crush on his mom and a fascination with her body. It didn't seem helpful for anyone to deny it, so after talking it over, we've encouraged Mark to use his mom's breasts as a visual masturbation aid. Given his history and his sensitivity, we wanted to avoid any possible frustrations on his part. Mandy tells me that he's reacted positively, so I also suggested to Mark that it'd be okay if he wanted to include her ass in his fantasies if it helps him."

"That's the right approach, Mr Wheeler. Mark is going to have stronger and healthier ejaculations as a direct result of your decision. And that's going to improve his overall mood and well-being significantly."

"Mandy did say that Mark had been coming very hard," Dan confirmed. He paused, thinking over what he'd just said. "If anyone had told me I'd be talking about this a year ago..."

"I understand," Dr Dearlove jumped in to reassure the floundering father. "It's still all so new, and families like yours have been discouraged for so long from taking matters directly into their own hands. But thanks to the bold actions of people like yourself, we're on the brink of a paradigm shift in family therapy. It's normal at first to feel some hesitancy when having to deal with your family's emotional and sexual health with the openness and frankness it deserves."

"Thanks, Dr Dearlove. I'd honestly never thought that Mandy and I could play such an important part in our son's sexual development. It's turned into an incredible partnership that's also making our marriage stronger than ever before."

"I'm pleased to hear you've found the program beneficial. I encourage you to share that with your wife if you haven't already done so. Please continue - you were talking about Mark's ejaculations..."

"Oh, y-yes," Dan stammered. "I'm sorry, where was I?"

"That your wife was monitoring Mark and noticed that because of her presence, he has strong orgasms. I guess you feel very proud of your wife?" suggested Dr Dearlove.

"Yes! That's exactly it!" admitted Dan, pleased with how she'd put words to his feelings.

"And why shouldn't you? As I've said before, you have an attractive wife. Of course, you are not only going to feel good that your son sees that, but that he responds appropriately by having strong erections and powerful ejaculations because of her."

"It's working for him because he's happier and more positive than I've ever seen him before," Dan confirmed. "I know as a family, we need to focus on Mark. Yet I worry I'm getting distracted by my feelings. On Friday, Mandy and I decided that because Mark was behind his peers, he deserved some 'hands-on' time with his mom's breasts to make up for it."

"Mr Wheeler, I'm always impressed by you and your wife. Getting to know his mother's breasts is the perfect solution to his inexperience. At home, where it is safe and supportive, he can ask questions. Best of all, you can observe his progress. Was there a problem? You said that you were worried about something."

"In the end, Mark played with Mandy's breasts for at least an hour. He couldn't get enough and did it far longer than I'd imagined, yet I'm ashamed I let him continue because I enjoyed it too," Dan admitted.

"Ah, now I understand! Firstly, I'd suggest giving Mark as much time as he needs. Let him satisfy his curiosity at his own pace. Think about it - he's waited a long time for this. Secondly, I advise you to reject these guilty thoughts, as they aren't helpful and could sabotage your family's work."

"It could? I didn't think I was meant to feel that way," said Dan in confusion.

"There is no place for these negative, self-destructive attitudes in a close family like yours. And I mean it in the kindest possible way, Mr Wheeler. I support you all as a professional with your family under my care. Your reactions are entirely normal, and I want to guide you in the right direction if you let me."

"Please do. I'd been so embarrassed I hadn't even told Mandy."

"You aren't alone, by any means, Mr Wheeler. Many other fathers in our program are just like you. Think about the excitement that Mark feels when handling his mother's breasts - this is something that you, as a man, a husband and father, can relate to. Is it any wonder that you are naturally attuned to his emotions in a way that your wife isn't? You've experienced this for yourself and can relate to Mark's arousal. Think about the positives - this is an aspect of the SAMBA program you can share and feel a part of! Most fathers will never have this opportunity."

"I hadn't thought of it like that," said Dan.

"It's evident that sexual tensions will be running high in the room during these educational exercises. Don't be afraid to ride that wave! You don't want your son to feel inhibited, so encourage him. He'll respond to your approval, and so will your wife. It's important you don't forget her - she'll never feel more of a woman and as feminine as when she's guiding your son in this way. These are some of the most important moments in her life."

"She does look beautiful, letting Mark learn. I could tell she was trying to be a good mother and not react. So, I was trying to direct Mark and inform him simultaneously."

"As you should, though I'm sure Mark found it came to him naturally very quickly. Encourage Mark, and don't be afraid if you find yourself sharing in your son's arousal. It will probably remind you of when you were younger and is a great way for you and your son to connect."

"Mark looked so happy playing with his mom. And she relaxed, too, after a while. We even carried on watching TV together!"

"That's because it is a very natural family activity. When you think about it, the old taboo makes no sense. Your wife is very feminine and maternal, with beautiful, healthy breasts. Your son is loving, on the cusp of manhood and with very inquisitive hands. As a caring and emotionally well-adjusted husband and father, you're allowed to feel good about those two things coming together."

"Yeah," Dan admitted, "I do."

"You see, Mr Wheeler, everyone wins in that situation. Think of the affirmation for your wife! I'd say she's earned the attention and appreciation. It must feel good at her age to have a male less than half her age to fixate on her womanhood. And your calm approval is the role model that your son needs."

"Mandy can be modest, but I have noticed her thriving on all the attention. It's like it's taken years off her."

"Then I suggest you stick with what works. Make things like the breast play part of the routine at home. If you foster an atmosphere of openness, affection and exploration, the whole family will be the better for it."

*****

Ryan waited in nervous anticipation with Mrs Wheeler outside Mrs Reece's house. Mrs Wheeler had been chatting pleasantly to him like he was her son as she drove them over from her house, but he could hardly remember a word. A combination of horny teenage excitement and his natural inclination to get anxious about anything or anyone new had sent his thoughts into a spin.

Even though he'd known in advance that he was going to experience another mom, he was still so new to intimacy with a woman that every moment felt like a dream. The long weekend waiting to be mothered again had been unbearable. The teen had yearned for boobs to suck on and daydreamed about a better world where sons had access to their mothers' bodies whenever they wanted. Each long night on his own in his bed had been haunted by visions of Mrs Wheeler's hot, mature body. Again and again, the image of her on her back, legs pulled up and away, her pussy and asshole exposed to him, flashed before his mind's eye.

Ryan shuffled nervously for a long minute, then finally heard the latch and the door opened. Inside stood an attractive brunette wearing jeans and a t-shirt, her long and glossy hair tied back in a ponytail. Despite her ordinary appearance, Ryan could tell that she had an exceptional body, with boobs and hips only slightly less impressive than Mrs Wheeler's hourglass figure.