Chapter 5

The next morning I woke up to an empty bed, and a pit of worry grew in my stomach. Was last night a dream? It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was not in my own bed, but my moms.

Last night had not been a dream and memories of fucking her a second time came rushing back. With Candy gone, the sex had become more intimate rather than a fuck-fest. Mom had ridden me like a cowgirl and I had let her use my dick as she wished. She enjoyed lifting herself high to my tip before dropping down to take my full length. The feeling of her pussy teasing the head of my dick was incredible and the pace let us fuck for what felt like hours. I loved the view of her body, muscles taught, as she performed her acrobatics on top of me.

Eventually we both passed out, like before, a tangle of sweat, cum and skin. I must have slept very well because by the time I woke, it was close to 11 the next day and mom was already out of bed.

Knowing I must smell ripe with last nights exertions, I went straight to her bathroom to shower before I started my day. As I entered, right there on the floor in front of the shower was a pair of mom’s panties- the ones she wore last night to be exact. Mom was a very tidy woman, so I knew she had left those there on purpose, just to make sure she was always on my mind.

In the shower the water felt amazing as it cascaded down my body. Memories of last night rushed in and I gave myself some languid strokes. I didn’t want to cum, but the memories were just too good.

I toweled off after the shower, and was about to make my way to my room to get dressed when I paused. I should surprise mom by not getting dressed at all, I thought. After all, she had been nude in the house for a while to encourage me. Joining her in the buff without her asking would really show her the confidence I gained.

I took a deep breath in and made my way to the living room, where I could already hear the sounds of my mom padding around. I turned the corner, anticipating seeing my mom’s ample ass as she cooked at the stove top.

To my surprise and disappointment, mom was right there at the stove, but clothed as she usually was. She was still a knockout in her tight cut-off jean shorts and a ratty shirt with the sleeves cut in a way that you could see most of her tits through the huge holes.

“Morning sleepy-head,” mom said as she turned around with a plate of pancakes for me. Her eyes opened wide and she gave a smile. “Oh, well look at you.”

I smiled back but felt a bit self-conscious being the only one nude. “Morning. I hope you don’t mind. Thought I would join you like this today.” I didn’t know how else to say it. “But you aren’t naked like usual. What’s wrong?”

Mom looked back at me with a small sad and confused look. “Nothings wrong, sweetie. I’m sorry. I thought since things had gone so well and you were so confident you didn’t need me to push you anymore.” She looked down and my half hard cock. “And I was right! Look at you showing off that sexy body.”

I was still disappointed, but knew she was ultimately right about this. Her “program” worked like magic. She took a shy boy and made him into a man. “Oh, yea of course,” I said, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.

Mom sighed and put the pancakes down at my place at the table. “I guess I did change up our routine too quickly. I’m sorry. But maybe we can just start with breakfast?” She lifted her shirt above her head, revealing her ample breasts, then picked up the syrup and made her way to me. “How about something sweet?” She tipped the bottle and dripped amber syrup onto her chest, letting it land where it may.

I needed no direction and closed the gap between us, put one arm around her lower back and bent to lick at the sweet mess. Mom giggled at the sensation, then took in a sharp intake of breath as I swirled my tongue around her nipple. I heard her put the syrup on the table and felt her hand grab the back of my head. The ran her fingers through my hair and gripped my head as if wanting to make sure I didn’t leave. I sucked hard and groped her ass, but when I couldn’t take it anymore I stood and kissed her deeply. Mom had grabbed my shaft and gave me furious strokes. It felt like our lust had put us in a frenzy.

There were no more tentative steps or confusion about how far we would take this. I put my hands on mom’s hips, turned her body and bent her over the kitchen table. I must have caught her by surprise because the way she hit the wobbly table made a much larger crash than I anticipated. My mom groaned with pleasure. “Oh, yes,” she yelled, as pulled her shorts down to reveal the wet mess she had been working on. I knelt and buried my face into her pussy, lapping at her wetness then probing my tongue into her.

Mom backed her ass into my face as if to smother me. I found her clit with my tongue, which meant that much of my nose was directly on her opening. I tongued her as she yelped and moaned. I felt her body shake a bit, until she pulled her ass away a bit. “Wait, no. Stop. I need you in me. Fuck me hard. Now!” she ordered.

I obliged and stood to place my rock hard cock at her entrance. For a brief second I thought of easing in, but I remembered mom’s urgency. She wants it bad and she wants it rough. I slammed myself into her, causing her to again bang on the kitchen table. Forks and knives rattled against the plates, and a cup toppled to shatter on the ground. I gripped my mom’s big ass and relentlessly fucked her. I watched her ass bounced on my dick and enjoyed the feeling of sweat that started to form on her skin. I gave her ass a few smacks and admired the redness I left behind.

I slowed a bit, feeling myself about to cum. Mom sensed this and looked back with pleading eyes. “No baby. Keep fucking mommy. It’s ok, cum in mommy. OK? Cum in me. I’m so close.” She reached between her legs with one hand and started to rub her clit. I could feel her tighten even more around me and I responded by fucking hard and fast. It didn’t take long before she gave out an intense groan and tightened like a vice around my cock and I responded by filling her with cum. It felt as if my whole self was draining into her and replaced by a warm glowing radiance.

Mom stayed slumped in front of me enjoying her own glow and made no effort to move until I pulled out of her. Feeling unable to keep my balance, I sat myself in my chair and mom did the same across from me. Now this was the Norman Rockwell dinner scene someone should paint!

Mom looked over at me and smiled. “That was just what I needed. How did you know?” She then stacked my plate with pancakes and filled her own. We ate amongst the broken glass and messy table.

The pancakes seemed to taste better than any other time my mom had made them. I looked over at her, thinking how beautiful she looked when she wasn’t aware anyone was looking. She must have realized and looked up, giving me a small smile. Just then, my phone buzzed and I saw a message from the group chat with my friends. They were planning to get together for lunch and see what they could make of the day.

I put my phone down on the table and looked back at mom. “What are you up to today?”

“Nothing really. I don’t have a shift at work until much later, so I was just going to hang around here; clean things up...” She gestured to the broken glass and general mess we made with the syrup. “Then I might edit and plan some content. Nothing too exciting. How about you?” She gestured to my phone. “Your friends asking you to come out?”

“No. They were just sending silly memes. I got nothing today. I’ll stick around and help you too.”

Mom beamed at me, then got a bit of a devilish look in her eye. “Oh? Help me with cleaning. Or help me with content?”

I laughed and lifted my hands innocently. “Hey, whatever comes up, comes up. I’m just a helpful guy.”

That day we did indeed clean up the mess in the kitchen, and I did help her edit and plan for content. But we also ended up filming a lot of content as well. We fucked on and off that whole day, never bothering to put on clothes. Despite being older, my mom’s sexual appetite was enormous. Combined with my natural youthful energy and newfound confidence, we were both insatiable. By the time mom had to leave for her work at the club, it was late, and I was exhausted. I ate a quick dinner then went to sleep in her bed. It didn’t dawn on me until I was almost out that I had never felt the need to leave the house at all today.

Our days and weeks started to follow this pattern. I got more involved with her cam business and would make content with her several times a week. We began making plans for my own spin off site as well for Bruno. I still occasionally went out with friends, but my mind was always on home and the body that waited for me there. My friend’s complained a bit and wondered what was suddenly taking up all my time, but I couldn’t help it. Why go out when I could stay home and fuck this perfect woman? What was the point of going to bars when I couldn’t be bothered with the girls there?

On one memorable night, mom had let me tie her to the bed completely nude before leaving for the bar. I had licked her clit until she was on the verge of cumming before leaving. The entire time I was at the bar, all I could think about was finishing the job when I got home. Sure enough, when I came home 2 hours later, mom was still there waiting for me to fuck her. I still took my time, teasing her before finally satisfying her cock craving. No random girl from the bar could compare to mom.

I was also beginning to realize I was a bit addicted to the thrill of being naked on cam. Money and attention were poured on me when I made my appearances, which was obviously very validating. Mom’s big spenders thought of plenty of requests for me to fill and I happily did so. Mom also mentioned that she gained a few more regular female clients as a result of my appearances.

On a couple of occasions, mom recruited girls from the club to come and film threesome videos with us. Once we even filmed with a huge male bouncer. The fact that they had no idea they were fucking a mom and son made those events especially erotic. We would laugh when some clients would request mom/son related themes to the videos. Those were easy!

One night after several weeks of this routine, mom noticed me scrolling on Instagram and swiping away a message from Tina. She had been DM’ing me recently, making small chit-chat and trying to find a time to hang out.

“Who was that?” mom said, sounding a little alarmed.

“Huh?” I replied. I didn’t realize she had been looking over at me. We were lounging on the couch watching TV together, trying to pick out a movie. It was just a casual Tuesday night and neither of us had tops on.

“On your phone. You had messages from a girl, but it looks like you haven’t answered. She was pretty.”

“Oh yea. That’s Tina. I told you about her a while ago. Yea, we chat here and there.”

“And you ‘leave her on read,’” mom said with a smirk. “I have no idea if I am using that phrase right.”

I laughed. “Yea you used it right. And no, I answer back. Sometimes. “ I looked to her. She had her knees up on the couch and legs under her, body twisted to me. Her tits were laid bare and enticing, but the concern on her face was distracting. Was she nervous? “It’s nothing.”

“That’s not how I remember you describing it. You really liked her.”

“Mom. It’s no big deal. Yea, I was into her. And we had an ... interesting experience ... a few weeks ago that I’ll tell you about later. But I dunno. I just kind of lost motivation in chasing her down.” Mom’s face stayed concerned.

Oh god. I am a moron. She sees me messaging with a hot girl and is now giving me the third degree. Of course. “Mom. Are you ... jealous? I told you, it’s not a big deal.”

Mom’s face changed to a loving smile. “No. I’m not jealous sweetie.” She scooted over and took my hand. One of her breasts pressed against my side. “You are my son. And I know our relationship has become ... unconventional, but I still want you to get out there and have a life.” She thought for a moment. “Are you not going out and looking for other girls because you are worried about me?”

I thought for a bit. “I mean, a little? Well, I guess it’s not that I am worried about you. It’s more that you give me everything I could ever need. Why would I even need to bother with them, when I have the perfect woman at home?”

Mom blushed and leaned in to give me a kiss on the lips. She pulled away a bit, still with concern in her eyes. “Honey. I want you to go out with your friends tonight. Or even Tina. You and I can still enjoy ... whatever this is ... without you missing out on the rest of the world. I didn’t want to build your confidence just to have you stay home with me.”

I protested, “But mom, I’m happy...”

Mom held a finger up to my lips while her other hand began unzipping my jeans. “I know baby. I’m happy too. I am saying you can have both me and everything else. So shut up and let me blow you before you go.”

Without letting me get another word out she lifted my growing cock from my pants and proceeded to give me a loving blowjob. I closed my eyes and put my head back to focus on the amazing feeling of her tongue. Well, I guess if she really wants me to see my friends and I can still have her, there’s nothing to lose.

After I filled mom’s mouth with my cum, I called some friends and went out. I even messaged Tina back, but still kept her at a distance. I know what mom said, but I didn’t want to risk losing her.

I made it a point in the following week to see my friends frequently. Mom, for her part, was clearly making it a point to fuck my brains out as much as possible - I think she wanted to really send the message that she wasn’t going anywhere despite me spending more time out of the house.

Now and then she would ask about Tina, and be annoyed at me not putting as much effort into her or other girls. I know our situation was different, but there was no way other moms were as invested as her in getting their sons laid.

Our routine of making content had picked up, as had the threesomes with people at the club. More and more, mom was mixing her life there with her growing online business. I guess mom didn’t count all the random strippers I had been fucking as building “quality” relationships like I might have a chance with Tina. For my part, I was in heaven.

Tina had kept messaging me. She let me know her second job was going well, and she hoped to get promoted enough to leave the job at the lingerie shop. The old owner was getting creepier and creepier. She hadn’t minded modeling for me at all, but some of the other customers were not really her cup of tea. She even shared with me that she thought that one of the “customers” was actually the shop owner’s aged husband and that was one of the ways they got their kicks.

I really did like Tina. Our chats felt like a natural part of my week, but I was also aware that I wasn’t pushing to go beyond that. Deep down I suspected that mom was right. Fucking her and the other strippers was just too exciting to give up for the chance at even a potentially solid relationship.

I was worried that my distance from pursuing Tina would really get to mom, and she would stop everything we were doing, so I was especially excited when one evening she told me to meet her at the club. She mentioned that there was a new girl that she wanted my help in “breaking in” to the back room culture. From my own experience, I saw how girls in the backroom would earn extra cash by fucking the clients. I guess mom helped girls feel safe when they were interested in getting into that.

“I just want to make sure she has a good first experience. I know you’ll be good to her.”

I laughed. “You don’t have to sell me on it mom. It’s not a hard thing to say yes to.” The thought of fucking some young newbie stripper with mom was more than enticing. Plus it would be a nice change of pace to fuck mom outside the house too.

That night I drove over to the club and walked up to the bouncer, bypassing the line. Mom said that he would be expecting Bruno and would let me right in. I had never been there again since that night so many weeks ago, so I was nervous but the bouncer gave me a nod.

“Have fun, Bruno,” he said, as the patrons in line groaned their disapproval at being made to wait.

As I entered the dimly lit space I passed the coat check girl who gave me a wide smile. “Welcome back Bruno. Skyler’s working the floor and told me to let you know to have a seat somewhere in the lounge.”

I smiled and gave her a thanks. Mom’s club must be pretty high end to give such service to someone who they assumed was just some friend. It felt like every staff member gave me a knowing nod. I could get used to this.

I took a seat at a lounge bench in a relatively empty part of the room and scanned over the space to see if I could spot my mom. A cute girl wearing very high heels and a low top came over to place a drink in front of me. “Hi Bruno,” she said sweetly. “Its on the house.” In the dim lighting I realized that I knew her. It was Daisy, one of the girls who had come over for a threesome.

“Thanks Daisy,” I said.

She blushed, and leaned in, giving me ample views of her cleavage. “I had a really good time the other night. Can you tell Skyler? I really want her to call me back. I need the cash.” She then winked at me. “And your cock is a nice bonus.”

I laughed. “I’ll let her know for sure.” Daisy smiled and walked away. How did she balance all those drinks one those heels? I played the exchange back in my head and was astonished at how calm I kept it. What had my life become? Girls were asking me to help them get the job of fucking me? My mom is some kind of porn star/stripper/pimp?

Soon I spotted mom, not too far away from me, giving a lap dance to a gentleman in a booth close by. She was halfway through the song and grinding hard on his lap. The man was middle-aged, overweight and loving every minute of it. It hadn’t dawned on me that in coming to mom’s place of work, I would get to see her ... working.

Mom turned her body and rubbed her bare tits in his face, then brought his hands up to her ass, signaling him that she was OK with touching. He hungrily pawed at her ass and rubbed her legs as she rubbed her knee against his cock. She was never not touching his dick in some way. Almost on cue, as the song wrapped up, I saw the man tense and a look of great satisfaction washed over his face. Mom was pressed tight against him, head side by side with his, whispering god knows what into his ear. He seemed to savor her words and the caress of her hands in his hair as she did her slow dance over his body. After a moment, mom stepped away and the man gratefully handed over the entire contents of his wallet to her. She smiled and gave him a kiss on the top of his balding head.