SAMBA Pt. 10

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 10 continues the adventures of Mark, Mandy and other characters. The Wheeler's and Nielsen's meet again.

*****

After more than an hour of playing with his mom's tits, Mark was too turned on to stay watching the TV for long after his dad had gone to bed, so only a few minutes passed before the horny boy ushered his mom upstairs.

"This is awesome," said Mark as his mom slid into bed beside him. "Finally, a weekend where I don't have to swap back with Dad."

"It's just a one-off for the moment, Mark," Mandy reminded him. "Your dad is still an important third of this family, in case you had forgotten!"

"I know," Mark acknowledged with a roll of his eyes. "You don't need to keep reminding me. But what about earlier?! Dad got to see me feeling your tits!"

"Didn't I keep telling you that you need to trust me? I think you impressed your dad with the progress you are making. Don't you feel he has more respect for you now that you're doing more grown-up things?"

"Yeah, that's what I want. And there's so much more that I want him to see me do with you, Mom!" said Mark, pressing himself up close to his mom's nude body as his hands wandered over her curves.

"You boys never take the time to enjoy the things you do have," replied Mandy, shaking her head. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but smile at Mark's infectious positivity. "You are always thinking about the next thing!"

"I thought it was good to be ambitious and to have goals?" Mark asked, one hand now between her legs and cupping her shaved cunt. Sometimes his good fortune almost felt unreal to the teen. In a matter of months, he'd gone from spending lonely nights jerking off in his bed, to having his mom's pussy in the palm of his hand. It sent a thrill through his young body, knowing it belonged to him now! His only regret was that his mom had not told him sooner that sons had important rights in the bedroom, just like their fathers.

"That's true but you're also meant to learn more life skills from SAMBA. Things like patience and the rewards of hard work. It's not all about sex, you know."

Mandy had been about to say more, having a whole speech in her head about how their bonding sessions were only a means to ensure Mark's well-being and future happiness. But it was not to be. As Mandy drew in a breath and opened her mouth to continue, Mark's lips met hers, while down below his young fingers fondled her other, fatter lips.

Mandy was almost ashamed of how easily she surrendered to her son, but her earlier arousal from all the breast play, plus her Mark's hand on her pussy was too much for her motherly resolve. As she moaned into his mouth Mandy thought even moms deserved a little time to feel good and recharge their batteries. And Mark had a certain way of filling her up that she'd become increasingly dependent on.

Soon Mark's penis swelled up against his mom's thigh and he broke away, twisting his head about, his eyes searching the bedside table.

"What are you looking for?" Mandy asked.

"We need the lube, Mom."

"Uh-uh, young man, not tonight. Remember I'll be with Steve tomorrow night and I'll need to be able to take his thick cock."

"But, Mom!" Mark protested, disappointment showing on his face.

Mandy spread her legs wide and arched her back. Her big, wet clam split open. "Please, baby. Mommy needs it so bad in her pussy. Don't you want to show me how it belongs to you too?"

For the first time in many weeks, all thoughts of his mom's big, round ass were dispelled from his mind. The tight and slippery maternal pussy looked as inviting as that first time at the academy. With his mom on her back, Mark swiftly mounted her, his cock slipping easily into her juicy vagina. Once he was fully inserted, Mandy clamped down on him with her powerful muscles and Mark groaned.

Though Mark usually preferred the view from behind when he pounded his mom up her rear chute, on this occasion he felt an incredible power as he hunched over his mother who had spread her sex wide, just for him. After a dozen or so thrusts he was slamming his mom hard with an animal urgency, watching her big tits fly about on her chest with wide-eyed boyish joy.

Their incestuous fuck was short, but what it lacked in duration it made up for in raw energy. Together they worked their hips, mother and son making the bed bang and thump with their exertions.

"Mark! Sweetheart!" Mandy cried. "Force that dick of yours as deep as it'll go!" This is how moms and their boys show their love, she thought; pitying those moms who held back from real intimacy.

"Ah, fuck! Squeeze that pussy, Mom! Squeeze it!" Mark gasped as his mom strained and grimaced to fulfil his request.

Never had Mandy ever grunted and clenched so hard in her love-making with her husband. And never had her clit and labia felt so plumped up and engorged. Even during the peak of sexual ecstasy, she knew this was different. What she was doing with Mark was the most important thing in her life and went way beyond her marital duties. Her body knew the difference; making her wetter, hotter and tighter to draw out every drop of her son's potent sperm.

"My Mark! Come with me! Please!" begged Mandy with a passion she'd never known. Her marriage and husband were forgotten - only the natural, healthy yearning for Mark's youthful seed to flood her womb remained.

When they came, Mark groaned as he blasted her cervix with hot, sticky cum and Mandy howled with pleasure as her pussy contracted in waves that pulled and sucked at his hard teen dick. Having shot his load, senses reeling and gasping for breath, he was about to withdraw when Mandy flung her arms and legs around him, pulling him back.

"Oh god, baby!" Mandy sobbed with her face buried in his neck. "I'm soaking. Mommy's pussy has never been so drenched. Oh god, oh baby! You made Mommy feel so, so good!"

Mark loved how his shuddering mom clung to him. His balls ached but in a good way and he felt satisfyingly drained. When his mom finally loosened her grip, he slid gently out of her slippery, wet cunt with a loud slurp. A trickle of watery cum and her juices ran from her gash as the head of his dick popped free.

Mandy curled up in a little ball. "So good, baby! Oh, so good! Just what Mommy needed," she mumbled.

While his mom fell asleep Mark stroked her ass. It had been a hell of a day, he thought. Although Mark didn't think anything could better the pure intense pleasure of banging his mom's tight butt, he had come to realize that there was a satisfaction in itself of making his mom reach that state he had seen her in tonight, with her face all red and contorted by her orgasm. He doubted that his dad had ever achieved that.

Mark was prouder than any other time after a bonding session. After all, wasn't it a son's duty to care for his mom? Well, he had certainly done that tonight! Having inseminated his mother, Mark felt a surge of love and a strong urge to protect her. He moved up close behind her, spooning, and put his arms around her.

Lying there in the dark he thought about what the next day would bring. After all the excitement and anticipation, he had the first stirrings of doubts and mixed feelings. Mark yearned for more hot anal sex with Mrs Nielsen, but that also came at the cost of a night away from his mom. Maybe he was falling in love with his mom more than he had realized.

These confusing and contradictory thoughts turned over and over in his mind; one moment thinking of Mrs Nielsen's tight, cock-milking bubble-butt; the next about his passionate, caring and vulnerable mother as he rode her pussy. He kissed his mother's back and neck, stirred by his newfound appreciation for her. She had given birth to him and raised him. Now she also shared her body and bed, while selflessly providing amazing opportunities to experiment with other moms.

And so, the teen eventually fell asleep for a change holding his mom in his arms, satisfied that he had flooded the entrance to her still-fertile womb with his semen.

*****

Being his first Saturday morning sleeping with his mom, Mark didn't want to get up. Mark sucked sleepily on his mom's boobs as he heard his dad leave his room and the other sounds from outside the house as the neighbourhood came alive for the weekend.

Mandy stirred and stretched but when she attempted to rise Mark clung to her tightly, sucking harder. She smiled and sank back down, putting an arm tenderly around her son instead and drawing him closer to her chest.

"You're right, honey. Maybe it's best if we live in the moment and enjoy these precious moments together," said Mandy. After all, when her milk came through, she knew they'd both want to spend many hours like this together on a carefree morning.

"Mmmmm," Mark muttered around the swollen nipple in his mouth. Everything felt right with the world when he had his mother's boobs in his face and they were lying in a tangle of limbs.

Mandy hadn't yet told her son about the hormone treatment. Her heart fluttered at the thought of nursing Mark and Ryan - they would milk her, while she, in turn, would milk the boys.

"You sure did flood me last night, Mark honey. My pussy is still very squishy this morning," Mandy giggled.

Mark slowly came off the tit, stretching it briefly, so that it snapped back into shape as it came free of his lips. "I bet it was never the same with Dad, was it?" guessed Mark.

"That's to be expected. He isn't as young and virile as you are. You boys shoot so much! And you've got so much energy when you're with a mom - who would have thought it?! If only you had as much passion for everything else you do!"

"Admit it, Mom - I rocked your world last night - you loved it!" said Mark, smiling with self-assurance. He knew his mom well enough to tell when she was being evasive.

"Hmm, maybe," sniffed Mandy, trying her best to present an air of indifference, though, in reality, she knew that she had lost control and come hard in front of Mark. Yes, she was entitled to her climax, but not at the cost of being a howling, blubbing mess in front of her son. However, despite this, she was proud of the new confidence in her son. It may have been a little too cocky perhaps, but he had years yet to hone the rough edges off. Far better this than the troubled son that she used to have. It was amazing what a mom could achieve by giving her son her pussy.

"Let me show you again now," said Mark eagerly.

"Aren't you going to save yourself for tonight when you see Mrs Nielsen?"

"I won't have any problem, Mom. Besides, that's not for hours yet. Just something quick to keep me going?"

Mandy thought it over. Perhaps it was for the best if it kept Mark quiet until later. And she was partly swayed by her hormones after last night's electrifying climax - it would be ungrateful for a mother not to reward her son for that.

"Lie back then and I'll give you a quick blow-job," Mandy told him.

Mark smiled and stretched out, spreading his legs and closing his eyes. What a way to spend a Saturday morning, he thought to himself.

Mandy tied her hair back and knelt between her boy's legs. With kisses and licks, she soon had his prick standing tall and throbbing for her warm, wet mouth. However, once she had commenced sucking his cock, her lust was kindled and it turned out to be anything but quick. In her mouth or buried deep in her shitter - it was all the same to the horny mom - she couldn't get enough of satisfying hard, teen cock.

Time and again Mandy brought her son to the brink. Mark's writhing and moans made her heart pound. Mandy knew from experience exactly how far she could take him. Easing his teenage worries like this and bringing a smile to his face with her sucking mouth seemed the most natural thing in the world. Knowing what boys liked, several times she forced him hard to the back of her throat, making herself gag and her eyes stream. The happy sounds her son made throughout as he grabbed fistfuls of her hair made the effort worthwhile.

It was only when her jaw ached and she could go on no longer did she allow her son to spurt his hot cum over her tongue.

"Uh...uh...uh...Mommmmm!" Mark cried, his teen body trembling in ecstasy.

When he groaned with his release, she too hummed with pleasure deep in her belly and chest. With eyes closed and her cheeks glowing hotly, she received her son's jets with gratitude. Mandy savored the taste of her son before the thick fluid flowed down her throat.

Mandy knelt up, licking her lips. Mark's wet and swollen member still throbbed as it lay across his belly.

"Wow, Mark! You still had so much after last night!" Mandy exclaimed, rubbing her tear-streaked eyeliner away with the back of her hand.

"Oh, Mom," Mark sighed, his eyes half-closed. "I love you so much." He turned his head, with his still sleep-tousled hair to one side on the pillow and lay still.

Mandy knelt before her son for another minute, watching him and sharing his happiness. She continued to run her tongue around her mouth, swallowing and smacking her lips. Her taste buds and sense of smell were still dominated by Mark's pungent essence. It was always wild to her to clasp her son's erect member between her lips as it erupted, just as it did in her pussy and ass. It was funny that in all her years of marriage she'd never actually thought about her husband's cock all that much. But with Mark - that was different! She was always secretly admiring it; how soft to the touch it was; how hard it could get when he was around her; how it pulsed and throbbed!

*****

Dan may have been up and about before his wife and son but his thoughts were still occupied by the night before. His fevered mind couldn't let go of the image of Mark playing with his wife's breasts. What had been intended to be educational for his son had unexpectedly turned out to be one of the most thrilling sights he'd ever seen. All through the night, alone in bed, he had tossed and turned with his brain racing with a forbidden excitement.

Because Dan knew that his wife was focused on improving Mark's life and giving him a step up after years of lagging, he was sure she wouldn't have seen the breast play as sexual. At the same time, Dan tried to convince himself that Mark had simply been concentrating on learning and having fun and was still too young and innocent to see the eroticism of what they were doing. But Dan was very much aware. In the cold light of day, he was praying that he hadn't given away how much he too had enjoyed the home education session.

Nevertheless, Dan couldn't help but wonder if he could find a pretext for another lesson for Mark. Now that he was doing well at school, Dan believed that it was safer for his son to experience what a real woman was like at home, rather than run the risk of the emotional damage from a girlfriend. In his view, Mark couldn't afford to get mixed up with a girl at this stage when he was making excellent progress.

As he ate his breakfast, Dan's eyes wandered unconsciously upwards toward the master bedroom, deep in thought on how his wife could meet some of Mark's unfulfilled teenage needs in a way that was safe and appropriate for the whole family.

*****

Mandy returned to the bedroom from a lengthy shower, still towelling her long, dark hair dry. She paused by the side of the bed and looked down at her son.

Mark hadn't moved and remained stretched out on his back; arms raised to the pillow and legs spread apart. Mandy smiled when she saw his now flaccid cock and drained ball sack. Her eyes wandered over his lean torso to his face. He was becoming a little more toned and muscular after these months of SAMBA and Mandy wondered if all the exposure to her body had done something to raise his testosterone levels.

Now he was resting, Mark's face looked peaceful and innocent. Knowing her son well, she was well aware that Mark was still high on the mix of feel-good hormones released as a result of their bonding activities. The SAMBA method used teen biology to bind the sons intimately to their mothers. Dr Dearlove had explained all the science but Mandy wasn't much concerned about the whys - she just thought the results were wonderful at bringing a family together. The fact that it was a one hundred per cent natural therapy without recurring costs was a bonus.

Mark would have a tiring time later that night with Chrissy, but Mandy concluded that she had done the right thing by giving him some relief this morning. For one thing, it was a long time to wait for an eighteen-year-old but also it would allow him to enjoy the rest of his Saturday to the fullest by easing his near-insatiable need for sex for a few hours.

Mandy was still thinking about the deep groan her son had made as he came in her mouth. That and the way his long cock had flexed between her lips had been very emotional for the mom. She had come to realize how much the joyful moments when he gave her his sperm meant. Just like his ecstatic cry when he shot his cum up her ass before school or his gasp when her skilful hand brought him off in the dead of night. Her son's orgasm was undeniably a big part of her life now, the mere thought of it making her giddy with excitement and wet between her thighs.

And so, it wasn't only her son whose mood was improved by the climax of their joint sessions. Mandy also experienced a huge boost that would last her throughout the day when Mark spasmed and released a sticky torrent of pent-up teen frustration.

Going over to her side of the bed where she kept her plug and the lubricant, Mandy put one foot up on the mattress. Her posture made it easier as she prepared her anus for the insertion of the plug. Over the months, her back passage had become very accessible but she still didn't want to take any chances with Steve later that night.

"Mmmmm," moaned Mandy quietly as the metal popped through her sphincter and lodged itself inside. Each time she wore the plug she felt safe and secure, reminded of her son's endless love for her anus.

"Feel good, Mom?" asked Mark, surprising Mandy who had assumed he was asleep.

"I like the fullness - it's comforting," Mandy admitted, tilting her hips so her son could see between her cheeks.

"It looks great in you, Mom. It always does - like it belongs there."

"It feels good, Mark, but that's not why I wear it. It's a symbol of my vow to you, honey. That my body, my ass, is always here for you to give you comfort when you need it."

"It means a lot to me when you wear it, Mom. It feels special because it's something in your life only about us and nothing to do with Dad."

"This is the most serious commitment I've ever had, Mark. Even marriage has to come second now," said Mandy. She turned away from her son and reached behind her, spreading her cheeks wide. She held the pose for a moment, hoping the image would emphasize the seriousness of her message.

"You look beautiful, Mom," said Mark. He was captivated by the sparkle of the crystal in the base of the butt plug and his eyes followed her ass as she now moved across the room.

"Thank you, Mark," replied Mandy as she bent over, pulling a drawer open.

Mark licked his lips, admiring the view of her round ass as his mother pulled out some panties and started to put them on.

"You don't know how much that means to me, that you've fallen in love with my asshole," Mandy continued. "Women can go through their whole lives feeling shame about them and then find out you guys like our tightest holes as much as our pussies."