This game is almost over. I was watching that! She had given birth a year earlier which had left her with a decidedly feminine shape. At the time, I was 18 and her eldest son. She, at 42, was still as gorgeous as ever, despite what she thought about her newfound midsection. Being in shape always meant a lot to her. She still had a fit body, which was built by long distance running and lots of yoga in her bedroom. Her arms and legs still looked tone for a woman her age, or any age really.
The extra weight she put on really bothered her as she poked at it. Do you think you can help push your mother with a good workout routine and some motivation? You look great the way you are. You know, with me having to watch you do reps with weights and all that. All of the machines and lockers have got to be covered with germs and bacteria; I read about it on the news.
I walked past the gym at the mall and it was less than half full. It looked spotless as well. There are a lot of regulations nowadays about cleanliness too. It started out simple enough, with her wearing sweatpants and a thin sweater. I had her doing basic exercises to begin with, such as a warm on the stationary bike, followed by light weight-lifting and stretching. Or we would spend the entire session doing strictly cardio.
And as time went on, months and months, her fitness casually progressed and so did the confidence she had in her already beautiful body. She started wearing tight spandex pants along with more tightly fitting sweaters on top. And I had her doing more intermediate exercises to go along with all of that.
Maybe it had to do with the fact that we became even closer with the extra time we spent together. Or maybe it had to do with how good and vivacious she looked each time. She dropped the weights when she was done and shook her arms around like I taught her, to relieve the tension.
I guess our family has good genes. She stood in her sports bra and took a sip from her water bottle, completely oblivious to the fact that I was in awe over her sculpted body. And after she finished her drink, she turned back around to focus on her weight lifting again and I shifted my eyes away as fast as I could. But your body looks so different now. As usual, I counted the reps for her and made sure that her form was perfect. But for the very first time, I was seeing her do such a strenuous exercise with her wearing a small top.
My eyes were enthralled by the sight of her triceps and shoulders flexing. But more than anything, seeing the muscles in her chest start to flex was making me very aroused.
And seeing her breasts being squeezed in her sports bra- wow. When she finished, she sat up to place the weights on her thighs, took a quick breath, and then put the weights down so that she could get more water. My eyes seemingly had a mind of their own as they roamed her sweaty body. And once again, I was too slow to look away as my mother glanced at me. She put her hands on her hips and smiled. There, I said it. Besides, I just bought this sports bra recently, and before that I only had a t-shirt underneath.
She wrapped her fingers around the bottom end of her sports bra and swiftly yanked it upwards to expose her bare breasts to me. And I mean everything. Her sweaty tits and nipples were on full display. So get it out of your system. They were round on the bottom, pendulous, and hung down quite a bit. It was always a light shade of white. When she felt that I had enough of a look, she yanked her top back down to cover herself once again.
So that night, before I went to bed, I did the only thing I could do that point- fantasize about her. It was Tuesday, which meant that she only taught class early in the morning and would usually use her extra time to do household chores or catch up on her favorite tv shows. But on that day, I came home from school and noticed a new shopping bag sitting on her bed as I walked by her room.
And none of this would be possible without your help. I tried on the outfits in the store fitting room and I could hardly recognize myself. Your dad is in for a real treat. Especially as she stood there looking so good. But you were only referring to what you showed me in the garage. This has absolutely nothing to do with that. My heart raced and my imagination ran wild listening to each article of her clothing hit the bed as she threw it, and as she pulled her new outfit out of the shopping bag and slipped it on.
When I turned to look, I was amazed by what I saw. My classy and respectable mother stood in nothing but a skimpy negligee which mainly served to cover her breasts and crotch. It was the most that I had ever seen of her body, and I took full advantage of it; with my eyes quickly roaming through her bare feet, her athletic thighs, her mid-section that was covered by a see-through fabric, and her bare upper shoulders and arms.
Her hands went back on her hips, but this time her face had a proud smile. Seriously mom, you look fantastic. And once she was done with that, she lifted the bottom part of her negligee and did the same thing with her thighs; leaning each leg forward, one at a time, and flexing them for me.
Those squats really paid off. I paused for a moment, with my silence answering her question, admitting that I was actually aroused. She gave me a sympathetic smirk and looked as though she was debating herself. I froze, and all I could do was watch my respectable and classy mother get to work undoing my pants, while wearing nothing but a skimpy piece of lingerie.
Once my ever-growing cock was freed, she wasted no time taking it inside her mouth to suck. Her lips formed a tight O-ring around my shaft and her head quickly bobbed back and forth as she was easily giving me the best blowjob of my life. The room became filled with the vulgar sound of my mother sucking and slurping on my cock.
I could see her saliva glistening off my erection whenever her head pulled back, only for her head to push forward again to suck it all with up with her vacuum like mouth. And with every bob of her head, her lips would go just a little bit deeper, taking me further inside of her mouth.
Mother and son spend Christmas alone Before I knew it, my mother had fully deep throated me with her lips nearly touching my crotch, taking in all of my cock inside her mouth. Her mouth started inching its way back after deepthroating me. But where her lips once were, she covered with her hand and began jerking me off at the same time; giving me the pleasure of both her mouth and her fingers. For better or worse, my mother ignored my warning and kept at it.
If anything, it only seemed to embolden her as she began to stroke and suck harder. It took every ounce of strength I had to keep from falling over while I came. And when I finished and became flaccid again, my mother made sure to suck EVERY last drop of cum before releasing her lips and using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth. She stood up and winked at me while we were face-to-face.
And you can consider us even now. That was my workout for the day. After all, she wore a new pair of spandex shorts for women which hugged her thighs perfectly. That really was amazing. You should have seen his face. I continued telling him about how I modeled a sexy outfit for you, and how you became aroused…and…I may have let it slip that I ended up giving you a blowjob afterwards. At that point, he was as hard as a rock.
I was shocked, and in a good way. He made me tell him every juicy detail about what I did to you with my mouth and hand. And afterwards, I even let him nurse from me before we made passionate love.
And her nipples seemingly poked through the thin material of her top. She bent down and did the rest, pulling off her tight spandex shorts and panties, and stood completely naked before me. I was mesmerized by the sight of her mature figure. Her body looked perfectly proportioned, with the right amount of muscle tone, yet maintaining much of her feminine curves which made her look womanly.
Seeing her entire midsection bare for the first time was also a real treat. Her hips and thighs were fairly thick, and her crotch was cleanly shaven, with a nice bikini tan line to it. I refuse to be the only one standing here naked.
Her eyes looked me over the same way that I had done to her. And once she saw what she wanted to see, she pulled me in the shower for us to continue our acts of incest.