Mom Builds Me up Part 5 by robdcruz
Indulge in 'Mom Builds Me Up Part 5' by robdcruz, an erotic sex story that dives deep into passion and desire. Discover a tantalizing narrative filled with steamy encounters and emotional connection. Perfect for fans of taboo romance and provocative storytelling. Read now to experience the thrill!<br/>
The final chapter
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.