Literotic asexstories – SAMBA Pt. 08 by mantonrichards,mantonrichards 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.
*****
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.
“What are you gonna do with him next time?” asked Mark.
“Probably more boob time since it went down so well. And I thought we could make it a little more educational and show him all the other mommy bits I have. It’ll be a big day for him,” Mandy answered, trying not to reveal how excited she also was about it.
“He’ll love it! Just remember – no fucking. Which reminds me,” said Mark as he raised himself and grabbed the tube of KY from beside the bed. “Dad’s back in here tomorrow, so I want to fuck your ass, Mom.”
Since Mark would have to spend the next two nights alone in his bed without her, it seemed inevitable to Mandy that he’d want to bang her that way. It seemed pointless to argue and besides, it had been a few days and the prospect of having her shitter stuffed once more was not unappealing.
“Okay, honey. How do you want me?”
Mark considered all the possible variations for anal sex – all of them were hot. “On your back, Mom,” Mark decided as he popped the lid off the lubricant. “Hurry up, get your legs up.”
Mandy gripped behind her knees with each hand and pulled her legs towards her and up in the air.
“Come on, Mom, get that ass right up,” Mark demanded, and he slapped her butt loudly.
Mandy brought her knees right up to her face, tilting her round ass up and spreading the cheeks. Mark’s face softened when he caught sight of his mom’s pretty anus angled up at him. He couldn’t think of a single thing that he loved more about his mom, and he was always amazed at how small and neat the round hole was. Even after all the times that he’d stretched it wide with his thick cock, it still looked so fresh and untouched. Just as Dr Dearlove had promised him and the other boys, every mom could do this as often as she liked.
Mandy stared up at the ceiling and waited. It wasn’t long before she felt the cool blob of the lube fall on her anus, and like every other time, she couldn’t help it when her sphincter contracted on reflex before relaxing once more. Mandy’s ring had little chance to adjust before it was penetrated by Mark’s finger, probing deep as it twisted this way and that against the walls of her smooth, silky passage.
“Oooooh…Mark, baby!” Mandy whimpered, wriggling her hips as her son dug around inside as far as he was able.
The mature mom gripped her knees tighter, arching her back as her son cork-screwed in her back passage. She then gasped as without warning, Mark slipped out and once more a cool blob was deposited at the entrance to her rear love hole.
“This is the best part about having a mom,” said Mark, his face once more set in concentration as he spread the slippery substance over every inch of his mom’s hot and clingy tunnel.
“It means so much to me that you’ve found a way to enjoy spending time with me, Mark,” said Mandy as her son withdrew again. She wondered how many families had wasted hundreds of hours, like hers had, in therapy and endlessly discussing feelings when they could have made instant progress by allowing the sons to explore their mom’s anuses.
Mark now sat on his heels before his mom’s raised ass, applying a slick coat of KY to his hard shaft which pointed straight up, eager to be inserted.
“Tilt that ass right up, Mom,” said Mark as he loomed over her, guiding his dick to Mandy’s shadowy furrow. “Oh…fuck! Yeah!”
Mandy heard her son’s exclamations at the same time her sphincter was forced open. Like each time before, a brief stinging sensation as he slipped in, which turned to bliss as he steadily filled her anal tract with his long cock.
“Ughhh…so fucking good!” Mark groaned when he was embedded to the hilt in his mother’s most private place. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, Mom!”
“I bet it’s been such a long day too, honey,” Mandy gasped as her body adjusted to an erect penis in her bottom. “But you’ve earned it. You’ll feel so much better when you get all that cum out and up mommy’s butt!”
Mark felt overwhelmed by his mom’s love and the simple thrill of having his prick buried snugly in her receptive shit chute. He couldn’t imagine how he’d ever gotten through a week without this. It now seemed crazy to him that so many moms weren’t doing their duty and giving their sons the best possible start in life. He ground his hips against his mom’s upturned buns, stirring her bowels with his pecker.
“Put your legs up on my shoulders, Mom,” Mark growled, every part of his being consumed by lust.
Mandy lifted first one leg and then the other, on either side of her son’s neck, so that she was now bent in the middle. Mark leaned over his mom, hands on the mattress on either side and he let her bear most of his weight. Flexing his muscles, Mark’s cock slithered out almost entirely from his mom’s pink ring, held there a moment and then shot back inside the hole. Both mom and son grunted.
Mandy was pinioned and could do little but try to relax while Mark’s dick slid in and out of her narrow channel. The dull ache every time he bottomed out went right the way up to her stomach. Each delicious insertion made the forty-year-old mother feel a deeper bond with her son. Sex with Mark was such a different emotional experience than with Dan, which for years had been for the sake of the marriage. However, with her son, she was making a real difference and a positive contribution to a young life. At his age, her husband only needed an occasional orgasm, while Mark required it every single day. Dr Dearlove had been right once again – her husband was slowing down. Even his ejaculations seemed weak and meagre next to the gushers of Mark and his peers.
“Ah shit…hot, tight ass fuck,” gasped Mark, his deep thrusts now coming quicker.
The bed creaked and the mattress sagged under the incestuous couple. Mandy’s firm breasts rocked up and down her chest with the force of young Mark’s humping.
“Ahhh…keep going, baby! You’re so big in mommy’s butthole!” Mandy cried.
“Gonna bang this ass…so hard…so often,” Mark panted
Mandy moaned hearing her son’s promise. To be needed so badly and intensely by him was all any mother could ever ask for. Only the other SAMBA moms could understand what it was to discover the true meaning of motherhood.
“Yes!” Mandy shouted. “Fuck me up the ass!”
From Mark’s point of view above her as he pounded her ass, his mom had never looked so beautiful. Perhaps it was because he was so used to fucking her from behind, but seeing her flushed and sweaty face react with such undisguised passion every time he gave her his full length only added more fuel to the raging fire of his teenage lust. Mark may have adored his mother, but at that moment it didn’t stop him from wishing her butt would be feeling this for days to come.
However, Mandy’s ass tunnel was now so accustomed to being used for sex, that she took Mark’s deep insertions just as easily as she would in her cunt. Still, unlike when he fucked her pussy, her body would often feel his bulk long after he’d withdrawn. It was a strange sensation, but not wholly unpleasant.
“Mommmm! I love it soooo muuucch!” Mark moaned, now slowing his urgent thrusting to delay his imminent orgasm.
“I know, honey. It’s what Mom’s here for,” replied Mandy, who reached between her raised legs and took her son’s face tenderly in her hands, stroking his cheeks.
Mark was content to feed his shiny knob just an inch back and forth through his mom’s elastic sphincter for the next minute, moaning every time the ring popped over his rim. Mandy held herself still to facilitate the delicate action, gazing fondly up into the teen’s eyes. She knew that her son wouldn’t last too long now, given the extent to which the head of his cock was so fiercely expanded.
“Oh god, Mark! Come in me! I need to feel it!” Mandy begged.
In an instant Mandy watched Mark’s face switch from open-mouthed and reverential love, to hard-set determination. His lean body tensed, almost, but not quite slipping from his mom’s socket. Then his young hips went into overdrive, slamming hard against Mandy’s butt and the back of her strong thighs.
Mark grunted and Mandy whimpered, her rounded and womanly body rippling chaotically. The bed banged more loudly than Mandy could ever remember, as she endured a power fuck such as only a horny teen could give, at home and in his mom’s bed. This was nothing like a man making love to his wife – it was the desperate need of a son seeking the ultimate release – of emptying his balls deep inside the maternal back door.
“Unh…unh…unh!” Mark continued to grunt, this time his cock flexing deep up Mandy’s butt.
“Ah…oh…ah!” Mandy gasped as each of the hot jets of spunk blasted into her colon.
Unconsciously, Mandy’s anus twitched in time with her son’s ejaculations. She was almost, but not quite there with her climax, but she sobbed and shivered nonetheless. Such was the strength of her connection that as a mother, she always felt joy in her son’s orgasms and shared in the relief he felt. Mandy had come to realize that there was no more important task for her to accomplish each day than this.
“Fuck! Oh, Mom!’ Mark gasped as he sank exhausted onto his mother, squashing her beneath his weight.
It was uncomfortable for Mandy, bent double as she was, but she knew that these moments were critical for her son. Now more than ever he needed her understanding so that he could enjoy this time of bliss, in peace and undisturbed. Her back and her thighs ached with the strain, and it still felt like a bar of solid iron was still stuck up her backside.
Gradually Mark’s breathing returned to normal, while Mandy attempted to clench her anal muscles around the root of his cock. But the position was awkward and her grip weaker than usual. She couldn’t tell if he had noticed – his head hung with eyes closed, lips parted. His face was serene and worry-free – her gift to him.
“That must feel so much better, huh?” Mandy whispered as she smoothed his hair back from his face. “You gave Mommy it all.”
“Uh-huh,” Mark mumbled, barely comprehending. He was up in the clouds, still lost in the ecstasy of bonding with his mom, his balls aching, but so much lighter.
“You’re very heavy, Mark,” gasped Mandy with difficulty.
Mark finally stirred, lifted himself up and off his mom. His still-hard prick popped free of her butthole, red and shiny, a light smudge at the very tip.
“Ouch,” Mandy grimaced as she slowly lowered her legs. “I don’t think I’m as flexible as I used to be.”
“You did great, Mom. But you’re not done yet.”
“I’m not?” Mandy asked, puzzled.
“I told you before that I’ve got a special request,” Mark said. “You’ll need to kneel up, Mom,” he instructed, already grabbing at her as he tried to put her in the position he wanted.
“Now what?” Mandy asked, rubbing at her aching lower back from where she’d been bent nearly double.
“Put your hand behind you. You’re gonna push my cum out,” Mark said with a grin.
“I see,” said Mandy, guessing where this was all leading. “The things you will make your mom do!” she laughed.
Resigned to what her son had in mind, Mandy sighed and squatted in the center of the bed with her feet flat on the mattress and her hand cupped beneath her butt.
Mark licked his lips in excitement and got low down behind his mom, where he could see her freshly fucked asshole. The teen waited eagerly as his mother’s big, round ass hovered just inches above her open hand. He watched as the pucker, still slick with lube, pushed out slightly, then returned to normal. This happened twice more as nearly a minute passed.
“What’s going on? What are you waiting for?” Mark demanded impatiently.
“Honey, you shot so far up there, you’ve got to give it time to trickle down,” Mandy replied.
Mandy bit her lip and tensed, subtly shaking her hips from side to side. Mark’s eyes grew very large as he observed his mom’s broad backside perform, her sphincter pushing out once more. Suddenly, there was a hiss of air and his mom’s palm was covered with a fine spray of white droplets.
“Oh yeah, Mom! It’s coming!” Mark announced.
Mandy grunted and pushed, maintaining steady pressure with her butt muscles, and quickly expelled a long stream of boy cum straight from her rectum.
“Yes!” Mark shouted triumphantly.
Mandy wasn’t quite done, and with a small wet fart, sent a final trickle out, missing her hand and instead running down her ass cheek and dripping onto the sheet.
“Phew! I think that’s it, honey,” said Mandy, turning around carefully and sitting down cross-legged in front of her son.
Both mom and son examined the pool of slightly discolored semen in Mandy’s cupped hand. She tilted her hand one way and then the other, watching how the thick, shiny fluid clung to her skin.
“Please, Mom…” Mark said very seriously and she knew exactly what he wanted.
Mandy raised her hand to her face. No longer as fresh as when he spurted directly into her mouth or hand, it still had a similar pungent odour as she wafted it under her nose, but with an additional musky earthiness. Mandy looked back at her son, who watched her every move expectantly. She knew it was the little things, such as she was about to do, that made such a difference. The things that only a mom would do to prove their love and devotion.
Mark’s eyes were bright as his mom smiled at him and then raised her hand to her pursed lips. In just a couple of seconds, the viscous fluid slid out of sight and over her tongue, as she slurped it up noisily. Mandy lowered her hand, closed her mouth and swallowed.
“That was awesome!” Mark declared, wrapping his arms around his mom’s neck and hugging her tight. “I love you, Mom, you’re the best!”
Mandy returned his embrace, the taste of his cum still overloading her palate, and his sticky essence coated her throat as it drained down into her stomach. They may not have taught this at the academy, but these powerful bonding moments were what SAMBA was all about. When Mark released her she licked every trace that remained on her palm and fingers, before kneeling to lap up the few blobs that had escaped onto the bed sheets.
Not long after, with the lights out, the pair lay in each other’s arms as they prepared to go to sleep.
“Mom, are you still awake?” Mark whispered.
“Err…sure, just about,” replied Mandy sleepily.
“Usually when I come up your butt, I want it to stay there where it belongs. But sometimes I’ll want you to do what you did tonight.”
Mandy understood that though it might appear meaningless to others, little signs of a mom’s love like tonight were a big deal to a teenage son. “Sure, honey. Now why don’t you get some sleep and you can dream all night about mommy’s body and all the things you want to do with it.”
“Goodnight, Mom,” said Mark with a deep sigh of contentment.
*****
“Hey Mandy!” said Claire as she found her friend seated at their favorite coffee shop. They’d been meeting to catch up at least once a week over lunch or coffee for years.
“Hi Claire, great to see you! How are you?” Mandy asked.
Claire sat down and took a deep breath. “Exhausted!” she replied. “I wish I didn’t have to work like you, but Jim and I just couldn’t afford it. Especially now, when I could do with more time to spend with Scott.”
“Maybe you could talk to work about reducing your hours?” suggested Mandy.
“Maybe you’re right. I feel like there isn’t enough of me to go around sometimes. Scott’s starting to get frustrated by the limited time he gets with me when I sneak into his room late at night.”
“Yeah, I can see that’s not ideal,” said Mandy sympathetically.
“Scott needs much more, Mandy. He deserves more. A quick blowjob in his bedroom isn’t enough anymore. Now he likes my pussy and ass too, we need more time and a proper place for bonding activities. After a year and a half of this, it’s becoming more difficult. Even a couple of nights in my bed would be a huge improvement for Scott.”
“Jim still not agreeing to the co-sleeping plan?”
Claire shook her head. “I’ve not asked again. He was so negative when I brought it up before.”
“I’m sure it’s not just Jim you know. Men can be very closed-minded about trying new things. We know that SAMBA and co-sleeping is the way forward, but sadly there is always going to be people dragging their feet.”
“Dammit, Mandy!” Claire cursed loudly, before looking around and lowering her voice. “All I want is to be able to suck Scott and have him fall asleep safe and untroubled in my bed. Is that too much to ask?”
“Of course not,” agreed Mandy. “It’s a normal thing for a mom to want to give her son that security.”
“It’s the uncertainty that undermines the work we do with SAMBA. Every time I have to leave Scott on his own at night, I see his sad eyes and it hurts. Don’t get me wrong – what we’re doing is far better than how it was before. But it leaves Scott a little anxious, not knowing when he’s going to come next. I want him to have that stability that Mark has with you.”
“Be careful what you wish for – Mark never leaves me alone!” Mandy snorted.
Claire laughed. “I could use some of that.”
“I’m only half joking. It’s kind of sweet really. Morning and night I’ve got hands between my legs or playing with my tits and ass, but sometimes all I want to do is sleep! But it’s nice to be noticed and needed, I can tell you. It’s the complete opposite when I’m with Dan,” Mandy finished ruefully.
“I can relate to that. Jim gave up years ago. It was only with SAMBA and Scott that I started to feel like I did years ago when I was getting all that attention from the boys back at school. It’s the whole imbalance that gets to me. There are boys everywhere wanting to have a bit of fun with their moms but not able to and alone in their beds, while husbands lie next to us not giving a damn,” Claire spoke passionately and then stopped to take a sip of her drink. “But yeah, I think that’s to be expected from Mark when he’s alone with you – getting that chance to explore his mom as boys are meant to do.”
“I hope you can get to that stage with Scott. It’s been a completely positive experience for Mark to be able to shoot his cum in me, not worrying about how long he has or me having to leave him after. He can relax in his mom’s big soft bed after he pulls out. And he looks so peaceful after when he sleeps next to me, Claire.”
“I’m so happy for you both and how it’s working out. Scott may get a chance to experience that for himself when Jim goes to visit his parents soon.”
“I feel guilty for asking for your help with Ryan now. I had no idea you felt under such pressure.”
“It’s not your fault. I do want to help – it sounds like he needs a mom in his life right now more than anything. How is it going with him?”
“Ryan came over again yesterday. He sucked my boobs and came on them!” said Mandy excitedly.
“That’s great, Mandy!”
Mandy nodded. “It was good to see him look happy for a change. Just an hour or so made a huge difference and doing that for him was no trouble at all. He’s so into boobs, Claire!”
“It’s the ultimate mom thing, isn’t it? And just the right start to comfort him given he lost his own. What about Mark? How’s he feeling?”
“It’s his friend, but he’s been a touch uneasy I think.”
“That’s understandable. Think how long Mark has waited for his mom to recognize his needs. I’m not criticizing as I was just as bad not doing my duty as a mother with Scott. I’m just trying to give you Mark’s perspective. I think what you’re doing for Ryan is commendable, just don’t do anything that will undo all of the good work with Mark.”
“You could be right. I’m often so focused on doing the right thing that I forget that they are not as emotionally mature as we are. I have promised Mark that I’ll stick to boobs and hands with Ryan.”
“Hopefully that’ll satisfy him. You’ll have to get creative with Ryan though!”
*****
Mark arrived home that Friday afternoon and immediately went looking for his mom so he could have some well-earned boob time with her on the couch. It had been a long gruelling day and he was a little annoyed that his mom wasn’t waiting for him when he came through the door. The thought of closing his eyes and sucking on her big round breasts for a half hour or so, while she held him and rubbed his balls had been what had got him through the day.
“Mom? Where are you?” Mark called in irritation.
He eventually found her upstairs in the bathroom sitting on the toilet. These days, Mandy always left the door unlocked so that her son could join her for these intimate and otherwise private occasions.
“Hi, honey!” Mandy welcomed her son with a smile.
“I hope I haven’t missed anything,” Mark grumbled.
“I’ve not been here long if that’s what you mean,” Mandy replied. “Why the long face?”
“I was looking forward to boob time – and you weren’t there.”
The sulky and whiny tone that Mandy hated to hear from her son was back. But she knew that despite all the hard work he had been putting in Mark always found school very tiring. And it was now the end of the week. She knew he especially looked forward to their time on the couch together on Friday.
“Oh, honey, is that what’s bothering you?”
Mark looked downcast and didn’t return his mom’s gaze. This wasn’t like him – usually, he loved to see her naked butt on the seat when she needed a dump.
“Come over here,” said Mandy beckoning. “I’m about to push.”
Mark approached his mom, and standing slightly off to one side, stared down her back towards her broad tanned hips, spread across the seat. He could make out her shadowy cleft, where all the action was about to take place.
Mandy had become more comfortable over the weeks performing for her son and she liked to indulge him. Sometimes he would like to examine and finger her anus after. She still didn’t understand Mark’s desire, but Dr Dearlove had assured her it was a harmless bit of mom-son bonding. After a great deal of heavy breathing, Mark would go away happy and she’d feel even more appreciated as a mom for sharing such an intimate moment with her son.
“I guess I’m also feeling down because Friday night means Dad is gonna be back in bed with you,” admitted Mark while he waited.
“It’s only two days, Mark,” said Mandy, her voice straining as she attempted to empty her bowels.
“You’ve no idea what it’s like, Mom. It’s not fair! He doesn’t even notice how hot you are.”
“Hush,” said Mandy, unzipping her son and pulling his semi-hard dick out. Mandy rapidly flicked the head of Mark’s cock with her tongue.
“Oh, Mom!” Mark moaned, grabbing her shoulders.
Mandy strained hard, her abdominal muscles tensing, as she took Mark’s swelling cock into her mouth.
Mark felt the familiar wet warmth engulf him, as his joyful ears heard his mother grunting with effort around his stiffening meat. He looked down at her back again and saw her round butt thrust back as she pushed hard.
Mark began a gentle pumping with his hips and his mom responded with a slight bobbing of her head. He sped up, listening to his mom huff and puff as she tried to concentrate on the action at both ends of her body. Then…
* SPLOSH *
“Mom!” Mark cried excitedly, now grabbing his mom’s head in both hands he began to fuck her face in earnest.
* SPLASH *
Mark tried to picture that beautiful anus, opening and closing, and the slick passage beyond. Everything about his mother’s butt made him indescribably happy. He couldn’t imagine how he had survived to this point in life without it. He barely heard the wet sounds of their oral sex as he humped her mouth, his imagination rocked by vivid images of her pink ring doing what came naturally.
“Aaaarrggghh!” Mark roared as after only half a minute of furious fucking he erupted into the back of his mom’s throat.
Mandy was ready, holding her son firmly by his hips to hold him steady so that he didn’t have to worry about anything except his release. She closed her eyes as the back of her mouth and throat were inundated by her son’s hot and sticky cum. Mandy gulped it all down, astonished as always how boys produced so much.
Mark shuddered, sighed and released his mom’s head. Mandy backed off her son’s long, glistening penis and licked her lips.
“Better, huh?” she asked, then coughed, trying to clear her throat of the thick, clinging residue.
Mark nodded, his head hanging low with his chin to his chest.
“Better than boob time, I should think?” said Mandy.
Mark sighed again. “So good, Mom,” he muttered wearily.
Mark’s spent prick was at Mandy’s eye level, inches from her face, and she watched as it continued to make little upward ticks. It was beautiful, she thought, feeling immensely proud that she’d been the one to draw out his sperm. She knew that she was doing right by her son, helping him this way. No teen girl was ever going to make him gush like that and give him the pleasure that she could.
“You’ve done enough work for one week, Mark. Why don’t you go have some fun on your console or something?” said Mandy as she looked up at him lovingly.
“Yeah…” Mark breathed deeply; his tension now dissipated. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Thanks, Mom.”
Mandy remained for a while seated on the toilet, her son’s taste still strong in her mouth, her bowels pleasantly empty, and reflected on how different life was as a SAMBA mom. Other moms could never know the immense gratitude a son could have for his mom, nor see their sweet young faces at the peak of ecstasy.
One thing was for sure – no matter how much she tried to do the same for Ryan, it would never be the same as the connection that she had with her son. She could only hope that Ryan would be so grateful for the chance for some sexual release with any mom at all that he would never realize the difference.
*****
The rest of the evening was a usual Friday night at the Wheeler house. Dan came home relieved to be able to put work behind him for a few days and Mark’s mood improved, at least until later that night. Only just before bed did Mark finally lose the boost that Mandy had given him earlier.
“What’s up with Mark?” Dan asked as his wife got into bed with him. “We’ve been getting on great recently, but he didn’t say a word when I said goodnight to him?”
“You know how it is, Dan. He’s been with me all week and it’s been doing him so much good. Mark’s probably feeling some anxiety about being on his own for the weekend.”
“Mmmm,” Dan mused, not understanding. He spent most of the week on his own and it didn’t bother him.
“I know what that sound means, Dan Wheeler!” said Mandy disapprovingly. “You’re always dismissive of other people’s feelings. Have a bit of empathy.”
“It’s only a couple of nights. Nobody worries about me,” Dan replied, feeling slightly injured.
“That’s because you’re supposed to be the man of the house. Mark is still growing up and hasn’t yet gotten over all of his troubles. You’ve got to trust me that a mother knows best in these matters.”
“I know a thing or two about my son,” said Dan smugly.
“Oh, like what?” Mandy challenged.
“Like I said to you, we’ve been getting along better since we started having some honest conversations.”
“Guy stuff?”
“Yeah, guy stuff. He’s noticed you, Mandy. He talks about your tits and ass in his innocent way. It’s great to see him smile and get excited about something for once after all those years of his moods.”
“You see, Dan. I told you that there was nothing to fear in the co-sleeping plan. A boy his age needs to be exposed to the realities of what a mom is all about. Didn’t I tell you it would make a huge difference?”
“Yeah, you were right,” Dan admitted. “And how’s the masturbation going for him?”
“If you must know, I’m giving him lots of skin-to-skin contact when he comes – very motherly and loving, just as you and Dr Dearlove suggested,” replied Mandy, now yawning.
Dan was pleased that his wife partly credited him with the idea. And the talk of skin contact gave him ideas. Edging up close to his wife, Dan put a hand on her hip and kissed her shoulder.
“Not tonight, Dan. I’m really tired right now,” said Mandy as she reached over and turned off her bedside lamp.
“Oh, okay baby,” said Dan.
He rolled away to his side of the bed, feeling damned tired himself. He certainly wasn’t getting any younger and these sixty-plus hour weeks that provided so well for the family were draining. Dan closed his eyes, pleased to hear about the progress his son continued to make and at the same time feeling a little guilty that he’d made his son move back to his room for the weekend.
*****
On Saturday, it wasn’t until mid-morning, when his dad was busy doing something out in the yard, that Mark finally found a moment to be alone with his mom.
Mandy was loading the washing machine when her son surprised her by grabbing her tits from behind, pulling her towards him.
“Mom! I’ve missed you so much!” Mark proclaimed with passion into her ear.
Mandy let him squeeze her boobs and rub her nipples for a moment before she broke free and turned to face him. “It’s only been one night!” she laughed.
“I kept waking up. I was thinking of you all night,” Mark disclosed. He gulped, and continued, “And I was thinking of you with him.”
“Relax, nothing happened. I let your dad know how tired I was.”
“Thanks, Mom!” said Mark, relieved by his mom’s reassurance. He hugged her.
“It’s nice to be wanted and appreciated, Mark. I know your dad doesn’t need me anywhere near as much as you, but I can’t always put it off. Sometimes you’ll have to accept that I might need to keep him happy – if only for your benefit, honey.”
“Well, how about keeping your ass for me? Dad has hardly had it anyway so it’s not like he’s missing out. Let’s make it a mom-son thing?” suggested Mark.
“We’ll see,” said Mandy knowing how important anal sex with her was to her son, but wary of making any promises she couldn’t keep. “Now we’ve got a moment to talk, how about inviting Ryan around on Monday? He’ll have been waiting days for some relief, poor boy.”
Mark frowned, unhappy that she was talking about another guy seconds after he had been sharing his struggles with her.
“I’ll do it, Mom, but I want you to make it up to me.”
“How?” Mandy asked.
“Arrange another meet-up with Mrs Nielsen. I missed out when she came over for the SAMBA mom’s night out.”
Mandy thought it over. Of course, she knew that Mark was infatuated with the little blonde, but wasn’t his mom enough to work all that teen angst out of his system? She wondered if her son wasn’t trying to make a point or make her jealous. If it were anyone else other than Chrissy Nielsen, Mandy would have been offended, but she knew that her friend could work magic lifting her son’s mood.
“Okay, honey, I’ll see what I can do. Now you’ve got to let me get on with things! Stop feeling sorry for yourself and enjoy your weekend, Mark. There’s more to life than boobs and butt, even for a boy your age!”
*****
Mark returned to his room feeling that his mom didn’t understand him. How could she cheerfully get on with her day after what he had told her? She was still thinking about others like his dad and Ryan when he’d been awake half the night on his own going crazy thinking about her.
While Mark appreciated his improving relationship with his dad, he did resent his father for taking away precious bonding time. To his young mind, it was selfish after the senior Wheeler had already had his mom for years.
His thoughts turned once more to Mrs Nielsen. Mark always felt that whatever happened, the busty blonde mom always understood him and went out of her way to make Mark feel good. He recalled her crystal blue eyes looking up into his as she swallowed his big load, making him feel like the most important guy in the world. Unlike his mom, she seemed to understand that boobs and butts were everything to a boy Mark’s age.
Mark reached for his phone and dialled his friend Steve, deciding not to leave the opportunity for another meetup with the Nielsen’s entirely in the hands of his mother.
“Hey, buddy, how’s it going?” said Steve as he answered the call.
“Not bad. And you?”
Steve chuckled. “What’s to complain about? I’ve got my very own MILF with a bubble butt for me to pound.”
“You still doing your mom up her ass every day then?” asked Mark.
“Sure, if I can – sometimes more than once a day,” said Steve cheerfully. “It depends if Dad is around or not. He’s only got himself to blame though – if he wasn’t always out at the golf course or drinking with the guys from work, he could have been doing the same thing. Mom is wasted on him.”
“Same here. Dad’s okay but he’s got no idea how lucky he was marrying Mom. Unlike him, I intend to take advantage of everything she has to offer, especially her tightest hole. I remember being amazed at first, as your mom could do anal so easily. My mom had to use a plug to get in shape.”
“The way I look at it, is if you got a mom made for anal, why waste it? The only time Mom complains is if she needs to have a dump, but I fuck her anyway. Then maybe she’ll groan a bit while I’m banging her, but damn, it feels so good!”
Mark laughed. He was no stranger to fucking his mom up the ass when she had a torpedo loaded, but Steve made it sound so much fun. Mark felt his cock stir as he imagined sexy Mrs Nielsen grunting and groaning with a rectum stuffed to capacity.
“Anyway, who wants to wait around while she visits the bathroom?” Steve continued.
Mark thought about how he looked forward to his mom’s visits to the bathroom when he was lucky enough to accompany her. For a second, he wondered if he should tell Steve about that, but he held back, worried his friend would find it too weird.
“Yeah, Mom sometimes lets me have her when she needs to go. It’s nice our moms can remember to put our needs above theirs once in a while. After all, it’s why they signed us all up for SAMBA.”
“Our moms sure as hell did the right thing getting us involved. My life has never been better,” said Steve.
“It can get even better,” said Mark cryptically, knowing he had something to one-up Steve.
“Like what?” asked Steve with a snort of disbelief.
“Dr Dearlove suggested to Mom that we try out the co-sleeping plan. Dude, it’s awesome! I get to spend more than half the week in Mom’s bed!” said Mark excitedly, pleased to have someone whom he could impress.
“Holy fuck!” Steve cursed. “Why the hell hasn’t Mom told me about that?”
“It’s great – I can suck on her tits or play with her ass anytime!” Mark carried on, oblivious to his friend’s fury at feeling left behind.
“Fuck. I’m gonna have words with Mom. We need to get on that plan ASAP.”
“Just wait until you see what it’s like to take your dad’s place, Steve. You’re going love it and he’s going to find out what it’s like to be out in the cold. It’s a great feeling to be putting Dad in his place while having Mom all night long.”
“I bet it is! There comes a time when they’ve got to move aside.”
“That’s what Dr Dearlove says. It’s good to have people like her on our side, understanding what we need. Dad couldn’t refuse when he saw all the science behind it,” Mark explained.
“Whatever works, man. I don’t care about the science; I just want to pound that sweet ass first thing in the morning and last thing at night!”
Mark laughed. “That’s how things are meant to be. But it’s useful to have all the facts when it comes to persuading your dad. And once you’re sleeping regularly with your mom, you might find you get on better with your dad.”
“Pft! I doubt it,” Steve snorted derisively.
“It worked for us. Now Dad and I are like equals we’ve been talking about Mom’s body and stuff, which is cool. He’s been encouraging me, almost like he knows his time is over.”
“If that’s what you want. I’d just love to rub it in his face, know what I mean?”
“Yeah, kind of,” Mark agreed. “It sure doesn’t seem fair that we’ve had to wait so long for this and they’ve kept our moms to themselves.”
“Yep. We should have been enjoying those hot bodies long before this, but no point getting upset about what’s done. Besides, there are too many benefits now to get stuck thinking about the past. Like not having to waste any more time on the girls at school. I can’t believe all the guys still chasing them when even the best of them isn’t half as hot as our moms. And none of them has anything like the same bounce and jiggle as a mature mom, or the same desire to please us.”
“It sure is nice to have plenty to hold on to when we’re humping them. There’s all the other neat stuff, like the other night Mom’s asshole was gaping wide. It’s so fucking cool!”
“Oh yeah!” laughed Steve. “Sometimes I’ll hold Mom’s butt cheeks open after I’ve banged her just to see how long it stays that way.” Steve paused, then added,” You know, I’d love to do the same with your mom sometime, if you don’t mind.”
“Well, it’s kind of what I was calling for. I was talking to Mom about another meetup like we did before, but I figured it would help if you asked your mom the same.”
“Sure, I’d be up for that. I haven’t forgotten what it’s like with your mom. Other than mine, she was the best out of our SAMBA group.”
“Okay, I’ll keep working on my mom then and make sure she doesn’t forget. She’s occupied with another project at the moment.”
“Oh?” asked Steve.
“I’ll tell you about it when we meet up,” Mark promised. “Soon, hopefully.”
“Okay. See you soon, Mark.”
*****
Mandy hadn’t forgotten her son’s request. Later that day she texted Chrissy.
HI CHRISSY. MARKS ASKING ABOUT ANOTHER MEETUP LIKE WE ALL DID BEFORE.
She didn’t have to wait long before her phone pinged with a reply.
HI SWEETIE! GREAT TO HEAR FROM YOU. SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA. STEVIE OFTEN TALKS ABOUT YOU SO HE’LL BE HAPPY FOR SURE!
Mandy promptly texted back.
SAME PLACE AS BEFORE? MAYBE NEXT WEEKEND?
SOUNDS GOOD. I’LL LET YOU KNOW IN A DAY OR TWO IF WE CAN MAKE IT.
Mandy was relieved that she had some good news that might get Mark through the rest of the weekend. Despite trying to be light-hearted earlier that day she had read the stress on his young face. As a mother, she couldn’t help but feel for him.
Of course, ensuring Mark was satisfied by a special bonding session with Chrissy came at a price. Mandy couldn’t forget Steve’s thick cock and how he had pounded her ass repeatedly last time. It had taken her days to recover, but this time she would be better prepared.
*****
Over at the Reece household that Saturday night, Claire had slipped out of bed and tip-toed to her son’s room. She knelt on the floor by the side of Scott’s bed as he sat on the edge with his legs spread wide.
Scott rested back slightly on his hands, eyes closed, head thrown back and mouth wide in ecstasy. Claire’s head bobbed between his thighs, working her son’s cock expertly with her lips and tongue. She had missed the previous night’s rendezvous as her husband had taken her out for a rare treat and wanted to make love to her on their return home. Claire had been wracked with guilt all day, seeing how twitchy and agitated her son had been without his nightly visitation.
On those occasions when she neglected her duty, she realized how much she had come to depend on these close bonding sessions. While these days he sometimes fucked her in the ass or pussy as she knelt where he was now at the edge of the bed, mostly he still preferred to ejaculate directly into her throat. Whatever way he chose, each time her son shot his cum into her, Claire felt enormous gratitude to Dr Dearlove and the SAMBA program for giving her a purpose back at this stage of life. Like the other SAMBA moms that she had spoken to, it was like a fresh start in life, when everything had seemed downhill. And it gave her a chance to guide her son into manhood by the person who knew him better than anyone.
“Urrrgghh!” Scott groaned senselessly as his mom brought her lips to the base of his dick and he heard her retch. As ever, it was the most beautiful sound imaginable to the nineteen-year-old.
Claire drew slowly back, letting Scott’s cock pop free and snap wetly against his belly.
“Do you want mommy’s pussy or asshole, baby?” Claire asked.
Scott considered for a moment. He sure loved his mom’s wet pussy, now that she kept it shaved for him. He also got off big time with how her tiny butthole gripped him tightly like nothing else on earth.
“I think you’ve gotta swallow, Mom. I got a couple of days’ worth stored up for you,” Scott replied.
Claire started to lower her head again then stopped. “I just remembered – I’ve got something to tell you.”
“Can’t it wait?” Scott asked impatiently.
“You’ll like it. Dad’s going to visit your grandparents’ again next weekend.”
“So, you want me to stay at the Wheelers again?”
“Not at all. I’ve persuaded your dad to go alone this time. How would you like to spend the whole weekend in my bed?”
A slow smile spread across Scott’s face and his cock throbbed visibly.
“Hell yeah! Oh, Mom!” Scott exclaimed.
“I thought that would make you happy. We don’t have to leave the bed at all if you want. You’ve been so good this year and I think you deserve a reward for all that hard work!”
Scott leaned down and kissed his mom, her lips still wet and slippery from her oral efforts. Grinning from ear to ear, Scott leaned back again and grabbing his mom by the back of her head, guided her mouth back down and over his stiff prick.
What followed was a frenzy of upward thrusts from Scott and liquid slurping from Claire as she resumed her maternal duties to the only possible conclusion. With a strangled cry, the teen let loose a storm of thick, hot spunk into the depths of his mother’s mouth. Jet after jet hit the soft tissue of her throat, making her cough and splutter as she fought to gulp it all down.
When the spurting was over, Claire attempted to lift her head but Scott swiftly grabbed her and held his dick in place, deep in her mouth. His eyes closed to mere slits and he breathed deeply while his heart still hammered in his chest.
“Ahhhhh, Mom!” Scott sighed. “I needed that. Just suck on me a while longer, would you?”
“Uh-huh,” Claire mumbled with a mouth full of cock. Not that she had much choice as his strong hands held her in place at his groin. Gently she sucked on the pulsing member as it slowly shrunk in her mouth.
“Ooohhh,” Scott moaned. His climax may have been over, but in his post-orgasmic bliss, he didn’t want to give up the intimate connection he had with his mom.
“You’ll never guess who I ran into getting lunch yesterday,” said Scott as he recovered.
“Oowadit,” mumbled Claire, still nursing on her son’s softening penis.
“Mr Wheeler,” Scott replied. “We chatted a minute about the SAMBA program and he told me how good it’s been for his family. Then he asked me if I was on the co-sleeping plan too. What’s that, Mom?”
Claire regretfully pulled back and let Scott’s now limp cock fall from her lips. It had been nice to be able to keep his dick safe and warm in her mouth while he recovered from his orgasm.
“It’s an extension to the SAMBA program that Mark and his mom are trialling. He spends some nights every week sleeping in his mom’s bed. I was going to tell you all about it sometime.”
“You were, were you?” Scott asked resentfully.
“Okay, the truth is, I did ask your dad, but he said no,” said Claire, looking away and preparing for the backlash.
“Fuck it,” Scott cursed. “I need your bed, Mom!”
“I want you in my bed too, Scott. Don’t you think I’m getting tired of this creeping around? I want to be there for you, to give you morning blow-jobs that’ll set you up for the rest of the day,” said Claire.
Scott’s imagination ran riot, seeing himself stretched out in his parent’s bed in the early morning light, with his mom kneeling between his legs licking and sucking at his balls to wake him up. He sighed wistfully.
“We started SAMBA long before the Wheeler’s – it’s not fair we’re not at that stage by now,” complained Scott.
“I know. You deserve some proper mom time by now, which is why I made that suggestion for when your dad’s away.”
“It’s still kind of sneaking around though. I want to feel like I’m taking his place and being Dad for a change.”
Claire leaned forward and kissed the head of Scott’s cock. “Don’t get despondent. I’ll think of something. But right now, I need to get back.”
Scott nodded and said goodnight to his mom, somewhat consoled by the fact his mom was getting back into bed with his dad but she was carrying his sperm down her throat and in her stomach. That thought had improved Scott’s mood many a time.
*****
“Come on, Mom, hurry up!” Mark urged as he leaned his head through to the bathroom where Mandy was brushing her teeth.
Mandy ignored her son, proceeding at her own pace. She spat, rinsed and dried her face with the towel. The dark, curvy mother was already naked and could feel her son’s eyes on her while she finished up – though whether it was lust or impatience, she couldn’t tell.
With a frustrated sigh, Mark retreated ahead of her to the bedroom as she turned out the light. He had already leapt into the big double bed they shared during the week, throwing back the covers and beckoning Mandy to his side.
“You seem very tired and irritable, Mark,” Mandy remarked as she got in beside him. “Perhaps you should get a good night’s sleep rather than any bonding activities?”
“Like hell! It’s not my fault I’ve not slept well the last few nights – it’s Dad,” Mark complained.
“That’s not fair. Your dad still needs a little time with me while he adjusts to how things are going to be. You know, he’s coming around, slowly. He takes an interest and talks quite proudly about how you can masturbate with me. Don’t you think that’s huge progress?”
“I want to be able to play with your tits while he’s about the house with no more hiding,” said Mark turning to look hungrily at the full pair hanging from Mandy’s chest.
“It’ll come, honey. Be patient. One day we’ll all be able to sit as a family and you can tell him about all the fun things you do with my body. It’ll be great for the two of you to find more things to bond over. Until then…”
Mandy reached down and rubbed Mark’s balls briefly, before taking his prick between her fingers and gently tugging on it.
“Finally,” Mark huffed as he stretched out and let his mom stimulate him to a full erection.
Mandy lay close alongside her son, watching his youthful face intently as she got his penis standing stiff and strong. Her son started to relax, murmuring appreciatively as she handled him. She was always amazed with the restorative effect of a mother’s hands. Mandy only wished that it was easy to soothe what irked him by having to swap back with his father over the weekends. Mark’s backsliding and adolescent behavior was concerning, especially considering all her efforts to make him feel like her man when he bedded her.
Mandy half rolled on top of her son, kissing him. She often thought that they hadn’t done nearly enough of that since the academy – and it had been their first lesson together. Mark responded passionately, moaning happily deep in his chest. He reached around her to fondle her big butt cheeks.
When Mark’s fingers found the base of her plug protruding from her asshole, she felt his cock in her hand give a mighty throb.
Breaking their kiss, she said, “Does it still excite you that I wear it?”
Mark nodded vigorously.
“Not many moms wear a butt plug to make their boys happy, I bet. I wore it all weekend, thinking of you, you know.”
“Wow, Mom! You should have told me before,” said Mark with a smile.
Mandy was pleased to see the instant effect the revelation had on lifting her son’s mood. The butt plug had turned out to be one of her best-ever purchases. She let go of Mark’s cock and got astride him.
“Why don’t I put you in my pussy and it’ll feel almost like you’re filling me in the front and the back?” Mandy suggested.
Mark nodded eagerly. He had been planning on an ass-fuck but suddenly the idea of re-entering his mom’s birth canal, while she had a hunk of metal that he had helped to choose occupying her anal canal, was irresistible. There were always so many neat things to try with his mom!
Mandy crouched over the teen’s mid-section and guided his hard dick up her wet pussy.
“Ahhhhh!” gasped mother and son in unison.
Mandy bent forward, her breasts heavy above Mark’s face. She was so proud; all worry had gone and his eyes sparkled with happiness and wonder.
“Why don’t you suck mommy’s boobs while I work the cum out of your balls?”
Mark didn’t hesitate for a moment, and latched on, sucking hard. His hands went to her rear, gripping her cheeks and pulling them roughly apart, making her anus stretch even more tightly around the base of the plug.
Mandy began to ride, her son making her hurt slightly, fore and aft, but in a good way – ways that her husband had never been bothered to try – or more likely because Dan didn’t appreciate the delights of a mature mommy body as much as a needy teen did.
*****
Dan Wheeler turned restlessly in his small bed. He usually fell into a deep sleep quickly, but part of his mind couldn’t stop thinking about an important meeting at work first thing on Monday.
Dan was also a little worried about how Mark had been a little down over the weekend. It had come as a shock after getting used to the new harmonious atmosphere in the house, with the whole family laughing and sharing good times again. Despite the huge improvements, Mark had looked very tired as he had said goodnight to go lie down in his mom’s bed. Dan couldn’t work out why his son wasn’t well-rested after a weekend. He sure hoped that Mark would get what he needed tonight ahead of Monday morning.
Dan had no idea how long he lay there in the dark, his mind unsettled, but eventually, something intruded into his thoughts. A faint rhythmic sound that he barely noticed and ignored at first grew louder.
Curious, he sat up. The sound wasn’t in the room or outside the window, he was sure. After another minute he got out of bed and opened his bedroom door a crack. Now he heard it more clearly:
* BUMP…BUMP…BUMP *
Of course, Dan realized, Mark was masturbating again. He couldn’t blame the poor guy – he had looked stressed out earlier. Dan was about to close the door and return to bed as he felt guilty for listening in. While Mandy was now providing their son with emotional support during these times, Dr Dearlove had made it clear that it was important for Mark to feel free to relieve himself without judgment.
Just as Dan was shutting the door, he stopped again. He heard a voice. Marks? His wife? No, it was both. He strained his ears to make out what they were saying. Then, quicker:
* BUMP-BUMP-BUMP *
“Oh! Mark! Baby!” Dan heard his wife cry out clearly from the bedroom across the hall.
Dan shut the door suddenly, his brain now whirling with emotion. Self-loathing for intruding on his son at a vulnerable time battled with strange excitement and curiosity. Dan could tell by the passionate tone of her voice that his wife was making every effort to help their son make it through his climax. What a wife he had to get so worked up helping Mark! He wished that he could see, yet at the same time felt a disgust at himself.
He stumbled back to his bed, feeling oddly relieved for his son and proud of his wife. It was all very odd in a way that he couldn’t identify, but Dr Dearlove had warned him that this was all very new and he should expect some upheaval. He’d call her and talk his feelings over in the morning. And at least for now, he wasn’t thinking about work anymore.
*****
It was Monday morning and Dan was finally out of his meeting. He returned to his office, shut the door and sank wearily into his chair. He rubbed his brow, his heart sinking as he realized the working week had hardly begun but he was already worn out. Pulling his phone from his pocket, Dan dialled the number for the SAMBA academy.
“Good morning, Mr Wheeler,” said Dr Dearlove. “Is everything alright?”
“I don’t know…maybe it’s nothing. I’ve had so much on my mind with work and home. And to be honest I’ve got no one else I can talk over the family issues with…” Dan replied apologetically.
“I’m glad that you feel that you can open up to me, Mr Wheeler. We take great pride at the academy in being able to support dads and manage their expectations. So many family therapies neglect to involve that father sufficiently, don’t you think?”
“Yes, we are a little marginalized. If I’m being honest, I think the other treatments we pursued for Mark didn’t take into account the whole dynamic as you do,” said Dan.
“We do our best. I sense that something in particular has happened which prompted you to call me?”
“Yes…I hope I’m not making too much of this. Last night Mark returned to co-sleeping with Mandy after the weekend. I couldn’t sleep, unusually for me and a noise got me out of bed.”
“From your wife and son’s room?” prompted Dr Dearlove.
“Yes, it was I loud bumping, and I knew it had to be Mark masturbating again. But I was surprised by all the noise!”
“Mr Wheeler, we’ve found that boys on the co-sleeping program, once the self-consciousness has gone, tend to masturbate very forcefully due to the presence of their mothers. This is good for them and nothing to worry yourself about.”
“That wasn’t the only thing – Mandy cried out to Mark at the climax.”
“Oh, I see,” said Dr Dearlove calmly. “Did you by any chance have that discussion with your wife after our talk last week?”
“Yes, we did. We decided that Mandy would acknowledge his activities and she mentioned something about being close to him when he comes.”
“You both did exactly the right thing, in my opinion. It always works better for everyone when both parents agree, as you are. It appears that your wife has understood instinctively that her giving vocal support to your son at the critical moment will reassure him that he is perfectly safe to do what he is doing in the comfort of the family bed,” explained Dr Dearlove.
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