Mandy stayed awake longer, the taste of her son in her mouth a powerful stimulant. She wondered how other mothers could go without that rich delicacy that their sons made in such abundance. Even though she had consumed every trace she could find, Mandy knew that the strong smell would permeate the air of the room for the remainder of the night. She didn’t mind in the least, for it was a reminder that she had done her work well. Also, Mandy couldn’t help thinking that like a wild animal, her son had left his mark upon the marital bed, making it his own.
Hugging her boy tightly to her, Mandy reflected on the difference between going to bed with her son and her husband. With Dan, there was no reaction to seeing his stunning wife undress before him or lying by his side. Instead, all that Mandy could recall was a brief grumble about work and how tired he was before his head hit the pillow and he was asleep. What a contrast with Mark, who had awaited her arrival with impatience and greeted her appearance with boundless enthusiasm. Yes, Mark was driven by his teen hormones and perpetually thinking about what his mother’s body could do for him, but that was preferable to coming to bed with a middle-aged man who was indifferent to her attributes most of the time.
Once again, Mandy had embarked on something solely for the benefit of her son’s well-being and yet found herself rewarded for it. Her relationship with Dan had wavered over the years, and Mark’s behaviour before SAMBA had placed a particularly big strain on the marriage. Now things were improving, but the added space that they would have between them from co-sleeping with Mark could only make things even better, Mandy thought. After all, familiarity bred contempt, so a little distance and competition for her attention would only make Dan appreciate her all the more. All this could be achieved without the damage that affairs did as couples grew apart. By keeping it ‘in the family’ Mandy believed she had found the best solution for everyone. She only hoped that with time, Dan would see that too.
*****
At about the same time that Mark was erupting in his mother’s hand, over at the Reece household, Claire was poised over her son, her tongue flicking madly about the head of his cock.
“Awww, Mom, please stop teasing,” said Scott as he squirmed beneath her.
Claire rested on her hands and knees above her boy, her breasts dangling onto his belly, her pussy hovering inches above his face. Though her son kept poking forth with his prick, she dodged his attempts to get it into her mouth. Claire was enjoying too much her power over Scott and for the moment was happy to hear his frustrated whimpers, while his penis quivered in the air, desperate to be engulfed in her warm, wet mouth.
“Do you think if I get you extra hard, you’ll come even more for me?” Claire asked.
“Please Mom, it’s impossible to get any harder. Let me in,” Scott begged, his upward heave sending his cock sliding along Claire’s cheek instead of into the wet oval he desperately wanted.
Claire laughed at the tone of desperation creeping into her son’s voice. Of course, she was going to give him the pleasure his young body demanded as she did every day, but she would hold him off a little while yet. At nearly every bonding session she had allowed herself to be dominated by Scott, which always ended up with him getting his way with a face-fuck. Claire would never have confessed how wet it made her when she submitted to his demands and was used by her son, even if she did accept that was her role as a mom. And it didn’t hurt to once in a while remind him of who was the parent and the one ostensibly in control.
Scott attempted a few more abortive tries to push past his mother’s lips, then gave up. Giving his mom what she wanted, he simply lay there while her snake-like tongue danced all about his swollen glans.
“Oh, man…holy fuck, Mom!” Scott cried, almost delirious under the intense stimulation.
Scott had been looking down between their bodies, past his mom’s boobs, trying to aim his rigid cock and align it with her mouth. Now his gaze shifted up to her bare vulva. Normally his mom’s labia were tightly compressed, but as she knelt over him and became more aroused, Scott could see that the lips were now slightly spread with a dark furrow between them.
Scott was curious and his attention was drawn upward as he had never fully explored his mom in this part before. While he had fucked her there a few times now, that wasn’t nearly the same as getting to know her cunt intimately, and suddenly he felt that urge rising in him.
He didn’t have much room to manoeuvre, squished between his mom’s thighs, but Scott managed to get his hands on her pussy. The teen thumbed Claire’s labia further apart, revealing the soft folds within. For perhaps the first time, Scott had a true appreciation for what made his mother a woman. This was a sight that very few would ever have, and here she was sharing it, allowing her son to get his face right in there and know her like only a husband normally would. Scott felt fortunate that under the SAMBA method, those rights now extended to him too.
Scott had enjoyed the same view with Mrs Wheeler, but this was on a whole different level. Not only was his mom rewarding her son, but she was showing depths of trust and devotion that she reserved for no one else in her life. His mom was proudly displaying to him the fruits of compliance with the programme, and what was available for him to enjoy every day if that was his wish. Even the heady scent of her femininity wafting into his nose in such proximity felt like a gift to the young man, offered by a woman who felt no shame whatsoever in spreading her thighs for her son.
“This is so perfect, Mom,” said Scott.
“I’m glad you like what I’m doing. You don’t have to ram it in my throat like a maniac to have a good time with me,” said Claire before returning her attention to her son’s quivering cock once more.
“No, I meant your pussy. It’s so pretty, Mom. Now I can see it clearly and it’s all mine,” said Scott.
He traced the outline of his mom’s mound with a finger, then driven by an impulse, pinched her labia shut and released them. Fascinated by the plump, yet elastic flesh, he did it again.
Claire moaned, both at Scott’s light touch of her vulva and also at how he had described it so possessively. No person had ever complimented her on her pussy before, or spoken of it with such awe and passion. With her son, she had the ultimate admirer and one with a claim to the closest connection of all.
Scott moved on from the thick lips, running his fingertips down to the hot and humid entrance to her vagina. He pushed with one finger, which sank without difficulty, for his mom was by now very wet. The delicate tissue made way for his exploratory digit, the smooth texture clinging gently until he was buried inside her to his knuckles.
Suddenly Scott was struck by the thought that where he had his finger buried, was where his dad put his cock. Now that Scott was finally falling in love with his mom’s pussy after neglecting it for so long, the recognition of this simple fact irritated him. As ever, what he wanted was for his mom to swallow his sticky load when he came, but on this occasion, he decided that he would shoot up his mother’s cunt, just to spite his dad. Even though his dad would never know, the idea still put a smile on Scott’s face. He whipped his finger out, making his mom twitch with surprise at the sudden withdrawal.
“Turn around, Mom,” said Scott.
“Am I doing something wrong?” asked Claire, worried that somehow, she wasn’t pleasing her boy sufficiently.
“I want that pussy. C’mon, turn around,” Scott demanded, mildly annoyed that he was having to explain himself. Why was he always having to answer questions about what he wanted to do with her body?
Claire sensed something a little dark about Scott’s mood, even though at the same time she was delighted that he had requested her cunt. Normally he longed to finish in her mouth just as much as she loved to feel his shaft buck and throb at the back of her throat. Turning about, Claire arranged herself so that she knelt astride her son. In one deft movement, she grasped Scott’s penis and brought it to her vagina, inserting it just as quickly.
“Ahhh, yeah,” Scott grunted in satisfaction.
“We should be quick, Scott. I’ve already been in here much longer than usual. One of these days we’re gonna get caught,” said Claire as she glanced at Scott’s bedroom door, as though expecting Jim to burst through it at any moment.
“Dad’s asleep, Mom. He’s always asleep at this time. But I kind of wish he could see me fucking you because then he might treat me with a little more respect when he sees how you love it,” Scott replied.
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