Here I was, on my first summer break from college, and all I could think about was bitch slapping my old man. We had just finished breakfast when he opened his mouth and told mom her butt was getting big. He was constantly saying things like that to her. Her cooking sucked; her clothes were dumpy; her ass was too big, shit like that. Smart-ass comments that I knew were hurting her feelings, even though she tried not to show it. Her cooking wasn't the greatest, and she did tend to wear some pretty unflattering attire, but her ass was definitely not too big.
The urge to smack him was growing stronger by the minute. Actually, he's not really my father, but my step-dad. Mom and Jack got married when I was only five, so for all intents and purposes he is my dad. Over the last year or so I've noticed Jack's demeanor toward mom change from being fairly sweet and loving, to being downright insulting and rude.
My real father was killed in an industrial accident that was caused by sloppy maintenance and poor quality control by the owners. Mom's sister, Jane, convinced her to file a wrongful death lawsuit against the owners. After nearly two years of stall tactics by their lawyers, the owners finally made an offer that gave mom enough money to pay off the mortgage on the house we live in. The rambling four bedroom farmhouse sits on six acres of land interspersed with wooded areas and a large plot for gardening; there was even a small pond nestled among a stand of pines not too far from our backdoor. Another feature of the place that I liked was the large workshop off to the side, complete with its own toilet and shower. Outside on the other side of the wall was a small gas hot water heater in an enclosure to keep out the elements. Unfortunely the shower and toilet were not enclosed, so anyone in the room had a clear view if you were using either.
I glanced over and watched as she rinsed dishes in the sink with her back to us. She was wearing her usual morning getup, a threadbare blue terry-cloth robe. I could see her buns jiggle as she moved and found myself thinking that she had a fantastic ass. Hell, for that matter she has a fantastic figure all-around I concluded, soft and cuddly in all the right spots. Don't get me wrong; I'm not some perv who has a secret fantasy to boff his mother. I just found the way her ass jiggled adorable. A little toning up wouldn't hurt, but at five-foot seven and no more than one hundred and fifty pounds she looked damn fine to me. At forty-two years old she was beginning to show signs of her age though. Her shoulder-length brown hair had a few streaks of gray, and her sizable breasts drooped ever so slightly on her chest. A fact I'd learned recently when I accidentally walked in on her as she was drying off from her shower. Another of Jack's rude remarks yanked my mind away from that pleasant memory.
"I'm telling ya Claire, if you get any more junk in your trunk we'll need a larger bed to sleep in," Jack snorted.
I glanced over and gave him my best 'What a jerk' look.
"What?" he asked when he saw my look.
"I think mom has a great ass," I replied sarcastically.
"Oh really? And what would you know about a great looking ass, Mister McChucklenuts. Clearly your mother's ass is getting as wide as the whole outdoors," he shot back.
"I know enough to know when someone has a nice ass or not. And I'm telling you that you need to have your eyes examined because mom has a lovely ass," I said louder than necessary.
"Well, I've seen it without anything covering it and I'm telling you that..." Mom cut him off.
Her green eyes flashed with anger as she yelled, "Shut up, both of you! I'm not going to stand here while my husband and my son argue about how big my butt is. Besides, don't you need to get on the road Jack?"
Humbled by her outburst Jack replied, "Yeah, I guess that load isn't going to deliver itself."
Jack is an over the road trucker and his workload kept him on the road at least two or three weeks out of each month. That was fine with me since we didn't really get along too well. Hadn't for several years for that matter. The trip he was set to take this time would keep him away for at least two weeks. I watched as he stood and headed for the front door, mom following right behind him. "One of these days...POW!" I thought to myself as I heard the sound of Jack's rig firing up in the yard. A few minutes later mom returned and went back to rinsing dishes.
I couldn't help but stare at her ass some more. With her robe cinched tight around her waist it hugged her butt nicely, giving me a very good view of how shapely it truly was. Before I even realized it was happening my dick grew in my pants until I was sporting a fairly large boner. Mom's ass jiggled some more, causing my dick to throb. Shit, maybe I am a perv I thought to myself as I stood up and walked up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and told her I loved her. Her hands stopped moving and she leaned her head back until it rested on my chest.
"I love you too Randy," she whispered.
Being just slightly taller than her my dick pushed up against her ass when I tightened my grip and pulled her closer to me. How she didn't feel it pressing against her butt I'll never know, because I sure felt her buns against me.
"Why do you put up with Jack?" I softly asked.
"He's just getting moody in his old age," she replied.
"Well, if you want my opinion, I think you could do so much better than him Mom."
"Aren't you sweet for saying. Now if you're through molesting me, I need to finish up here," she chuckled. I guess I was wrong, she had felt my dick against her backside.
Red-faced I bent down, kissed her on the cheek and headed for the door. Halfway there I turned and said, "I'll be out in the workshop, holler if you need me for anything."
Since it wasn't used for anything, I had turned the workshop into my personal hangout spot when I was still in high school. I had set up a weight bench, pull up bar and even had a wrestling mat in one corner. There was a TV and one of mom's old couches sat off in another corner of the large room. Next to the wall near the TV I even had a dorm-sized fridge that I kept stocked with water and sodas. When I was in high school I had been heavy into sports, but since graduating and heading off to college I mainly used the place to chill out and relax. On hot days I could open the double garage doors at the front of the building and get a cool breeze through the place. Nowadays I just used the side door to enter and leave. I clicked on the television and plopped down on the couch.
There wasn't any cable or satellite hooked up to the TV so I was just watching a rerun of an old game show when mom walked in about ten minutes later. She stood by the open side door and glanced around the room for several minutes before coming over and standing in front of me. She was still in her robe.
"It's been a while since I've been in here," she said absently, continuing to glance about the place.
"It's still the same ole same ole," I mused, wondering what was on her mind.
"Uh, can I ask you a personal question?" she hesitantly asked, looking uncertain whether she wanted to or not.
"Sure Mom, what's on your mind?"
"Promise not to laugh?"
"I promise," I told her with a chuckle.
"Is my butt getting too big? Remember, you promised not to laugh."
I couldn't help myself, I laughed anyway. "I don't think so, do you?"
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you," she replied smartly.
"You're serious?" I was astonished that she'd ask me about her butt.
"Yes. I want your opinion. Now tell me honestly, is it or isn't it getting bigger?" she asked staring into my eyes.
"God Mom, I don't know," I said nervously.
"Yes you do. I felt your eyes on it earlier. So come on and tell me, yes or no." I almost choked when she said that.
I bit my lip and said, "Honestly, it looks good to me, but it's hard to tell with your robe on."
She placed her hands on her hips, glared at me and said, "Randy Hanson, just because you got your eyes full the other day doesn't mean I'm getting naked in front of you!"
"That's not what I meant Mom. I'm just saying it's hard to tell with your robe on," I quickly replied.
"Oh. I guess you're right," and with that she reached in front and undid the robes ties.
"Whoa! What are you doing Mom?" I cried, bringing my hands up in front of my eyes.
"Relax, I have something on besides my robe silly," she laughed.
With a shrug of her shoulders the robe fell to the floor leaving her standing in front of me in a thin white cotton nightgown that reached mid-way down her thighs. It looked more like an oversized t-shirt than a nightgown to me. She placed her hands back on her hips and turned her back to me. I don't think she was aware of how thin the fabric of her nightgown was. Before she'd turned around I could see the brown of her nipples through the material. My cock was starting to expand in my pants. Once turned she looked over her shoulder at me.
"Well?" she asked.
I was almost speechless. I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties, I could see her butt crack clearly through the white fabric. I stared at her ass hoping she wouldn't notice the growing bulge in my britches.
"I...I...think your butt looks great Mom," I stammered.
"Really? Are you sure it's not too flabby?" she asked, then slapped one of her cheeks causing it to jiggle. It also caused my dick to become a full-blown hard-on.
With a dry throat I said, "Well um, it wouldn't hurt to tone up a little. Other than that you have a great ass, I mean butt, Mom."
I got another look at the brown circles on her chest as she picked up her robe and faced me while she put it back on. I felt a dribble of pre-cum on my thigh as her robe closed, covering her chest from my leering eyes.
"So if I toned up, you think Jack would stop making snide remarks?" Mom asked.
"To be honest Mom, no, I don't think he would. Jack's an asshole," I told her.
"But he might, right?" Her voice was filled with hope.
"Anything's possible," I said, not wanting to burst her bubble.
"Good!" she squealed. "So will you help me?"
"Help you what?"
"Tone up silly," she laughed.
"Awww Mom," I groaned.
"Please! As a favor to me," she pleaded.
"Oh, alright. When do you want to start?"
Her bright green eyes lit up and she bent down and kissed my cheek. "Today."
She rushed out saying she was going to change into something better suited for working out. I used three minutes while she was changing to stroke one out, all the while wondering why I was getting so turned on by my own mother. I flushed the toilet and watched as my nut butter swirled around the bowl before being sucked down into the earth. Mom came back dressed in a pair of baggy sweat pants and an oversized sweatshirt.
A half-hour later she was sweating profusely as I put her through a light routine of push-ups, deep knee bends and jumping jacks. Secretly I was hoping her enthusiasm would wane, but when she spotted the chin-up bar and proceeded to do ten reps without too much trouble, I knew she was in it for the long haul. I made sure she stayed hydrated throughout her workout. When she'd had enough, she sank to the wrestling mat and stretched out breathing heavily.
Just to fuck with her I said, "Okay, now that you're warmed up, let's get to the real workout."
"What?" she groaned, looking up at me like I was crazy.
"Just kidding. You did real good Mom," I laughed.
"Thanks. I can't believe how much I'm sweating though," she huffed, wiping her wet forehead with the sleeve of her shirt.
"You might want to re-think your workout wardrobe," I suggested.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because those sweats might get you overheated," I answered, watching the sweat pour off her face.
"You have a point there, I feel like I'm swimming in my own skin right now. So what would you suggest I wear?"
I wanted to say "Nothing at all," but didn't. Instead I said, "I don't know. Shorts, t-shirts, maybe a sports bra."
She told me she wasn't too keen on wearing a bra in front of me while she worked out, but I could see her eyes light up when I explained what a sports bra was for. I helped her up off the mat and watched her head out the door. Several minutes later she returned still in her sweats and told me she was going into town to do some shopping. After she left I plopped back down on the couch wondering what kind of summer was in store for me. Here I was, twenty years old and at the peak of my sexual urges, and instead of hunting pussy or partying, I was spending my free time helping my mother shed a few pounds. The fact that I was getting aroused by her was even more disturbing to me than I cared to admit. It was going to be a long summer.
I must have dozed off because I wasn't aware that she'd returned until she started shaking my shoulder. Her face was glowing with excitement as she proceeded to pull articles out of a large shopping bag. She had bought new running shoes, a few pairs of gym shorts and several sports bras in an array of colors. She grabbed a pair of shorts and one of the sports bras and said she was going to the house to try them on. When she left, and my eyes focused, I examined what she had left behind. The gym shorts were made of a silky material that I was sure was way too big for her. Although the waist size looked correct, the leg openings were as baggy as hell. I picked up one of the bras and found that she had basically bought nothing more than a cotton halter top that would do nothing to stop her boobs from flopping around all over the place when she worked out. Looking at her new stuff I realized that I should have went with her to the store.
When she came back dressed in silky blue shorts and a light blue sports bra I realized that I was glad I hadn't gone. The light blue bra did nothing to hold her tits in check, and the shorts were so baggy in the legs it looked like she was wearing a very short skirt. My cock lurched slightly in my pants as I stared at her.
"So, what do you think?" she asked with enthusiasm.
"Wow, uh, you look like you will stay cool for sure now," I said, managing to keep my eyeballs from bugging out.
"I hope so. I thought you said these sports bras were supposed to hold you in," she said, her hands busily adjusting the bra this way and that way.
For the first time I realized just how big Mom's tits were. They had to be at least a 36D if anything, maybe even bigger than that. I couldn't take my eyes off her chest when she lowered her hands; her nipples were poking straight out through the thin fabric. My dick inched further down my pants leg.
"Well Mom, sometimes those things don't always work like they're supposed to," I stammered, tearing my eyes from her tits and looking up to her face. I could see that she'd noticed my lecherous stare.
"Oh honey, I don't know. I feel almost naked in this outfit," she muttered, moving the bra about again until it was where she wanted it.
"You look fine Mom, besides, you'll be grateful for wearing it when you get to sweating. I promise," I told her as soothingly as possible.
"Maybe, we'll see." I could hear the hesitation and uncertainty in her voice.
"So do you want to work out in the mornings when it's cool, or in the afternoons?" I asked hoping to take her mind off her outfit.
"I was thinking about doing a little in the mornings and some in the afternoon if that's alright with you. I really want to look better by the time Jack gets home."
"That's fine with me Mom. Do you want to do a little now, since you're all dressed for it?" I didn't have the heart to tell her that she probably wouldn't look any different by the time Jack got back.
"Uh, sure, why not," she replied after a moment of thinking about it.
I told her we'd just do a little since she just started. I also told her that I'd work out along with her if she wanted. She liked that idea, said it made her feel better than doing it on her own. We started out with a few jumping jacks with me facing her. The way her tits bounced up and down made me lose count of how many we'd done. After five minutes of those I suggested she try some sit-ups to help tighten her abdominal muscles. I had her lay on the mat with her knees up, but when she tried her first one her feet kept coming off the mat.
"How about I hold your feet down for you," I said, then squatting at her feet.
"That's much easier," she said after she'd done a couple.
I was holding the tops of her feet and couldn't help noticing how baggy her shorts were. Even with her legs together I had a pretty good view of the bottoms of her butt cheeks as she strained to do more reps. She made it to eleven before falling back on the mat sweating up a storm and letting her left leg slide sideways to the mat while her right one remained upright. I glanced down and got an instant hard-on. I could see all the way up to her crotch through the baggy leg opening. She had on a pair of white cotton panties that had become almost transparent from her sweat. An unruly tangle of brown pubic bush covered her mound and I could just make out her clit peeking through at the top of her slit. This mind-blowing view of Mom's panty-covered cunt lasted only for a few moments before she lowered her right leg and rolled onto her side breathing heavily.
"God, I didn't know I was so out of shape," she huffed.
"That's what everybody says when they first start working out Mom," I squeaked, falling backwards onto my butt and drawing my knees up in front of me to hide the growing monster in my pants.
She struggled to her feet saying she hoped it got easier with time. I stayed where I was and reassured her it does. She asked if I needed help getting up, but I told her I was going to do a few sit-ups while I was down here. She gave me an odd look and headed out the door. It only took two minutes this time before my spooge swirled around the toilet bowl and disappeared.
When I went in for supper I was surprised to find mom still in her new outfit. She told me it was too comfortable to change out of when she noticed me looking at her oddly. What she didn't know was that I was only looking because her nipples were still poking prominently out the front of her sports bra. If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was sexually excited. I had a hard time finding my mouth with my fork all through dinner. I couldn't take my eyes off Mom's chest.
"I want to get an early workout tomorrow, if that's okay with you," she said as I helped her put away the dishes.
"Sure, no problem Mom. Just don't try to rush things too fast," I warned.
We spent the rest of the evening watching TV with me on one end of the couch and mom on the other. She sat facing the TV with her feet up in front of her and her arms wrapped around her knees. As often as I could without seeming to overdo it I would sneak peeks in her direction. She really did have nice looking legs. I was also able to see the beginning swell of the ass cheek closest to me. Apparently I wasn't being as sneaky as I'd thought.
"Randy, why do you keep looking at me? Am I hanging out somewhere?" she asked, glancing over at me with a puzzled look on her face.
"No Mom, I was just admiring your legs," I told her truthfully.
"You like my legs?"
"I like everything about you Mom," I said sheepishly.
She turned sideways to face me; putting one foot on the floor and her other leg propped on the cushion of the couch, and gave me the same odd look she'd given me earlier. When I looked toward her the first thing I noticed was her shorts leg was gaping open enough to show part of her panties. The monster in my pants reared its ugly head once again. I could feel my face getting hot.
"Is there something I should know?" Mom asked in a soft tone."I don't know what you mean," I blurted out too fast.
"What I mean young man is that you've been eyeballing me all day, and not in a way that a son looks at his mother," she replied staring right into my eyes.
"I...don't follow you," I stuttered.
"Well for instance, this morning when you hugged me I definitely felt something strange against my butt. And then when I showed you my new workout clothes I was sure you were getting an erection. I also think that's why you didn't want my help getting up from the mat. Now tell me Randy. Are you getting aroused when you're around me?" she bluntly asked.
"No! Of course not Mom" I lied through my teeth.
"You can be honest with me, I won't get mad at you if that's what you're worried about," she spoke softly.
"Promise?" I meekly asked.
"I promise. Now tell me, did you get aroused by looking at me today?"
"Yyyyes," I stammered unable to look her in the eyes.
"But why? Was it something I did?" she asked in a worried tone.
"Heavens no Mom, you haven't done anything wrong. It was just that when Jack was talking about your butt, I couldn't help but look at you as a woman, not as my Mom."
"Oh, I see. So what did you discover about me that got you aroused?" Mom placed her arm on the back of the couch and leaned forward a little. I could see her nipples getting stiffer under her garment.
"Aww Mom, can we change the subject," I whined.
"No we can't. Come on Randy, I really would like to know," she said in a low sexy voice that had my cock growing fast.
"Okay I'll tell you. I saw an extremely fine woman with a body that most women would die for. There, happy now?" I blurted out.
"Actually, I don't know what to say. I'm flattered, but I sure can't think of a reason you'd find me appealing. Not sexually anyway," she said as her nipples poked further out.
"Because you're hot Mom. I've never noticed until today just how sexy you are." My face burned with embarrassment as she just sat there and stared at me.
"Wow! A woman always wants to hear a man call her sexy, I just never thought I'd hear my own son say I was. Thank you Randy," she whispered. I couldn't tell what she was really thinking by the look on her face, but she did have a far off look in her eyes.
"I'm sorry Mom. I'll understand if you want to stop working out with me," I said after a minute of silence filled the air.
"What? No. I still want you to help me. We'll just have to put this conversation behind us and move forward. And you'll have to control your, uh, you know," she chuckled.
"I can't guarantee anything Mom, but I'll try," I told her, chuckling myself.
"That's good enough for me sweetheart. I think I'll turn in now. Goodnight," she said, leaning all the way over and kissing my cheek before getting up and heading to her bedroom.
Sleep took a long time getting to me; I had to jerk my cock twice as visions of Mom's sweat soaked panties danced around my head.
When I went to breakfast the next morning I was already dressed in sneakers, a white t-shirt and an old pair of my gym shorts. They weren't as baggy as Mom's, but they were pretty loose around the legs. For some unknown reason I had left my underwear off and I could feel my balls bouncing around freely as I strutted into the kitchen. Mom was fixing us both a bowl of cereal and was already dressed for her workout too. She had on a pale pink pair of silky shorts and a light yellow sports bra. Both of us acted a little nervous at first, but by the time we'd finished eating we were back to being our usual selves. Mom stood up first and I noticed a mischievous grin on her face.
"Race you to the shed," she blurted out just as she took off running for the front door.
"No fair," I yelled, jumping up but not really trying to beat her. I caught up with her just as she swung open the side door and stepped in.
"You cheated Mom," I barked as I entered.
"All's fair little man," she snickered, then went over and pulled herself up on the chin-up bar.
"It is huh? Okay, wait till you see how hard I'm gonna make this workout session," I called out as I watched her complete a set of ten reps before dropping back to the floor.
"God, I'm stiff this morning," she groaned, rotating her arms in wide circles to get the stiffness out.
"Maybe we should start you off with some stretching first Mom. I don't want you hurting yourself," I said, genuine worry in my voice.
"Maybe you're right," she replied heading over to the mat and beginning to stretch her arms and her legs.
After a few reps of touching her toes and a couple forward lunges to stretch her hamstring we got down to business. I suggested jumping jacks first, the reason obvious to me, followed by push-ups and then sit-ups. By the time we reached the sit-ups she was sweating quite nicely. I assumed my position at her feet and held them down as she started. Only this time when she plopped one leg over and left one up exposing her soaked white panties to my eager eyes, my cock rode down my shorts leg and I could feel a breeze chilling the pre-cum leaking from its head. Mom's clit seemed to be more erect than it had been yesterday, and I noticed she didn't turn onto her side as fast today either. After she rested a bit we did the same routine over again. This time she rolled onto her side immediately.
"Want to do something different today?" I asked after we caught our breaths.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked, lying on her back staring up at the ceiling.
"How about we jog over to the pond and jump in to cool off?"
A big smile spread on her lips. "Sounds great, only you're gonna have to help this old lady up first."
I laughed and told her she was only as old as she feels, and she told me that she felt like she was close to one hundred right now. I helped her to her feet and then went over and grabbed two towels from the rack near the shower. The jog over to the pond, which wasn't that far, was more of a fast walk than a jog. We spread out the towels near the bank of the pond where a patch of grass was.
I was removing my shirt when mom pushed me and yelled, "Last one in makes dinner tonight."
"You cheated again," I yelled then ran toward the pond.
Mom was standing in waist deep water when I did a cannonball right next to her. My ass hit the bottom of the pond but it was worth it when I surfaced and saw that she'd been drenched. Something else caught my eye that made it even sweeter. Her pale yellow top had become almost see-thru. I gazed in wonder at the two brown half-dollar sized spots on her chest. The chill of the water had caused her nipples to become quite stiff. She followed my gaze down and blushed, but made no effort to hide them from me. Instead she went further out until it was deep enough to dive under. When she came up for air I was still rooted to the same spot I was in, and my mouth was hanging open. My cock had hardened enough to be poking out the bottom of my shorts leg. Shaking my head I took a couple steps forward and dove under. When I was right next to her I wrapped my arms around her lower legs and lifted her up and flung her backwards. She shrieked historically as she flew back and went under. When she didn't surface right away I began to panic. I took one step forward in the neck deep water and felt something warm running up my leg. It hit the end of my dick poking from my shorts and briefly curled around my shaft before being yanked away. Mom surfaced a fraction of a second later in front of me.
"Oh God honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch you there," she sputtered her eyes wide and alarmed.
"Mom, calm down," I laughed. "It's alright, I'm just glad it wasn't a fish looking for a worm."
"Shit, that'd have to be one hell of a fish," she said under her breath, just loud enough for me to hear.
"What was that, I didn't hear you," I lied.
"Nothing dear," she replied heading toward the shore.
I followed right behind and watched as she stepped over to the towels and reached behind herself and seemed to be adjusting the back of her panties.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"My damn panties keep crawling up my butt," she answered, continuing to pull them out of the crack of her ass.
"Hell Mom, that's easy to fix. Just do what I do and don't wear any," I laughed.
"Very funny, ha ha," she replied laughingly. "We know what that got us don't we."
My face colored slightly to her reference about touching my dick in the pond. She on the other hand just laughed harder when she saw the color rise on my face. As she lowered herself down on her towel I noticed a pained expression on her face.
"You okay Mom?" I asked, sinking down on the other towel next to her.
"Yeah sweetie, I'm just sore. God, even my buns hurt a little," she grimaced.
"You know you don't have to continue to workout Mom. You look great just the way you are, and if Jack can't see that then to hell with him." I let a bit of anger seep into my voice when I mentioned his name.
"I'm not doing it just for him. I'm doing it for myself too," she replied.
I hesitated a minute before saying, "I could give you a rub down. It should loosen you up a little and help with the soreness."
"You don't need to go to that much trouble Randy, I'll be fine." Her smile didn't hide the pain in her eyes.
"Nonsense. It's no trouble at all, so lay down," I insisted.
She didn't say anything, but after a brief hesitation she stretched out on her stomach with her hands under her face. I scooted over and began to knead the muscles in her calves gently. This got a low moan of approval from her and she visibly relaxed as my hands worked the knots out of her sore legs. I expected her to balk when I moved up to her thighs, but all she did was groan in pleasure. I kept my fingers a respectable distance from the bottom swell of her ass cheeks that were barely showing under the legs of her shorts. Next I worked her back and shoulder muscles until they were soft and loose. Now for the hard part I told myself.
"Okay, now I'm gonna work the kinks out of your gluts Mom, so don't freak out," I informed her.
"My what? What are gluts?" she lazily asked.
"Your buns Mom," I said nervously.
"Oh! Uh, okay," she murmured, obviously not too sure about this.
I straddled her legs without putting much pressure on them and shakily took a cheek in each hand. Mom stiffened at first, but relented to my ministrations as I kneaded the ripe round mounds. She even let out a soft moan shortly after I'd worked the muscles for a few minutes. The silky shorts rode up and it wasn't long before I could see the beginnings of her cotton panties covering the round swell of her butt. My cock crept down in my shorts and peeked out the leg opening. I ventured into dangerous territory and let my thumbs dig into the crack of her ass a few times as I kneaded the fleshy globes. As my hands roamed lower on her ass my thumbs bumped the crotch area briefly. She stiffened but didn't say anything and I quickly moved my hands higher on her cheeks. Amazed by the softness I'd felt at her crotch, I foolishly tried the same move again. A soft moan escaped her mouth before she told me that she was feeling better and that I could stop now. Hurriedly I tucked my cock back into my shorts leg, getting a drop of pre-cum on my fingertips, and climbed off. I sat cross-legged on my towel with my hands in my lap shielding the sizable boner from Mom's eyes as she rolled onto her side facing me.
"That felt great, thanks," she said, her eyes bright and smiling.
"No problem Mom. You know, we'll probably have to do that a few times before your muscles aren't so sore anymore," I told her in a thick voice.
She gave me a smile and said, "Really think it'll help?"
"Can't hurt," I swiftly replied.
"We'll see. Right now though I need a shower," she said climbing to her feet.
"I think I'll catch a few rays," I said rolling onto my stomach.
"Okay, just don't get burnt by staying out here too long," she warned, then took off.
As soon as I saw her round the corner of the house I jumped up and headed to the workshop. I needed a shower too. The water felt good on my skin as I slid my fist back and forth on my soapy cock. I had my eyes closed while images of Mom's ass played in an endless loop as my hand stroked faster and faster. The tingling grew until suddenly I was unloading wad after wad of thick cream against the back of the shower stall. My knees buckled and I almost fell. My groans of pleasure echoed throughout the workshop. I opened my eyes and was stunned to see mom standing just inside the door staring wide-eyed at me. She had one hand over her mouth and the other one cupping her left tit. As soon as she noticed me staring back she spun around and ran from the building. The thought of her watching me whack off filled me with mixed emotions. On one hand I felt embarrassment, but on the other hand it turned me on to the point that my cock began to react. I reached for the bar of soap and began to lather my shaft in suds.
Two hours passed before I worked up enough nerve to go to the house and face mom. When I got there she was stretched out on the couch sound asleep with the TV turned on to some soap opera. She was wearing her robe and lying on her back with one arm over her eyes. I could tell she was asleep by the soft snoring sounds coming from her. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water to wet my dry throat with. When I returned mom had raised her knees and had her legs resting against the back of the couch. Her robe had slid down her thighs far enough for me to see almost to her crotch area. This was too good to pass up; I took a seat on the end of the couch where her feet had been and studied the situation. With her legs pressed together I couldn't tell if she was wearing anything under her robe, but I was determined to find out.
I had no plans to move her robe or anything like that. I'm not that sick, or brave either. I knew that if I sat here long enough she'd shift her position eventually. I was right, but never in my wildest dreams did I think she'd shift into the position she did. With a slight grunt she slid her ass closer to the edge of the couch and let her outside leg droop down until it was resting on the seat cushion. Her other leg remained propped against the back of the couch and her robe opened completely exposing her crotch to my astonished eyes. Mom's fur covered cunt lay exposed before me in all its naked glory. I took a huge gulp of water. Leaning forward slightly I inspected this treasure intently. She must have taken a shower recently because I could smell her bath soap drifting up to my nostrils. There was also another scent mixed in with the fragrance that I was unsure about. It was more of a musky smell that had my nostrils flaring trying to suck in greater whiffs of this new aroma.
I was in seventh heaven as I took in her brown bush covered mound; the hair trailing down on both sides of her slightly parted outer lips. Her clit sat majestically at the top of her pink slit and to my inexperienced eyes it looked a little hard. I leaned in closer, my cock fully engorged with blood. The heady aroma was intoxicating. I knew I should get my ass out of there before she woke up and saw me drooling over her pussy, but I couldn't move. Instead I gently reached out and placed my hand softly on the calf of her leg that was resting on the seat cushion. If I could just move her foot away from her other one I'd have more room to lean in and smell her sweetness better. As slowly as I could I slid my hand down her calf until I was holding her ankle. Ever so gently I began to pull it away from the back of the couch toward the front. Mom grunted once but kept her arm over her eyes as I worked her foot inch by inch outward. It took several minutes and a lot of praying before I was successful in freeing up the space between her legs. I sat back up and waited to see if I'd made the biggest mistake of my life.
By moving her leg like I did it caused her pussy to open slightly exposing the pink petals of her inner lips. They had a coating of slickness on them that reminded me of rose petals covered in morning dew. I leaned forward and brought my nose so close it was almost touching her clit. Drawing in as deep of a breath as I could I inhaled her musky scent. My head swooned. Before my brain had a chance to override it, my tongue snaked out and slid between the sweet slickness of Mom's slit. God, the taste was incredible, tangy yet sweet at the same time. I let the flat of my tongue burrow deeper into her cleft and run upwards until her stiffening clitoris scraped against my taste buds. I've been with a couple of girls in my life, but this was the first time I'd ever licked a pussy. I was hooked.
I repeated the tongue action again, this time lingering on her clit a little longer than before. Mom let out a soft moan that scared the crap out of me. I bolted into a sitting position getting ready to run for my life. But Mom's arm stayed over her eyes and I could see her hips barely moving upwards as if her cunt was looking for the source of pleasure it had lost. I sank back down and began lapping softly at her wet lips once more. Her cunt hair tickled my nose as I buried my tongue deep into her heated slit and probed the hole I came out of. More moans came out of her and I felt her pussy push up forcing my mouth down on it harder and harder. It didn't take long for me to figure out what was getting the most moans. I latched my lips onto her erect clit and batted it repeatedly back and forth with my tongue.
"Uuunnnnggggghhhhhh," mom groaned as a flood of liquid poured out and coated my chin.
Scared shitless that I'd gone too far and woke her I jumped up and rushed out the front door. My whole body was shaking from fear and lust as I sank into one of the wicker chairs on the porch. I figured I could act like nothing had happened and maybe Mom would think she'd just had a dream. A very good dream, if her moans were any indication. I sat there for nearly thirty minutes and nothing happened. Mustering up some courage I went back inside. Mom was still on the couch with her arm over her eyes, but now her legs were straight out and her robe was covering her. The lack of snoring didn't even register on my relieved brain. I went to my bedroom and changed into a pair of old sweats. When I got back to the front room mom was sitting up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. I started for the kitchen.
"Hey," she called out.
How I didn't shit my pants right then and there will always be a mystery to me. Like a deer caught in the headlights I turned around to her with a look of dread on my face.
"Remember, I won, so you have to cook dinner tonight," she yawned while reminding me.
"Yeah I know, even though you cheated," I said, hoping she hadn't heard the sigh of relief escape.
"Nevertheless, you still have to cook," she chuckled.
"Are you feeling okay Mom?" I asked.
"Sure. Why?"
"It's just that I never see you in your robe this time of day."
"I was feeling a little tired after my shower, so I left it on and took a nap. But I'm fine, don't worry," she said softly.
The rest of the day slid by without her mentioning the fact that she'd caught me jacking-off in the shower. Nor was anything said about me eating her pussy. I was certain that she didn't know, and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell. When I asked if she was going to workout again today, she told me that we'd take the rest of the day off and get a fresh start in the morning. She said she was going to push herself harder tomorrow and wanted to be rested first. I made spaghetti for dinner then we spent the rest of the evening watching TV and relaxing. I had trouble keeping my eyes off her since she hadn't changed out of her robe. The slim chance that she'd flash me nagged at the back of my mind. It was official I told myself right before heading to bed; I was one of those pervs who secretly wanted to fuck his own Mother after all.
Mom did push herself harder the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that one too. For five days she worked harder and harder on her routines until it was becoming hard for me to keep up with her. She no longer needed my help holding her feet down when she did her sit-ups, a chore I dearly missed. On the morning of the sixth day she joyfully announced that she'd lost almost twelve pounds. I knew that most of it had been water weight, but she was starting to look a lot more fit. Her tits still bounced up and down when she worked out causing me endless hard-ons, and her ass still jiggled a little but not like before. I was beginning to worry that she'd tone up too good and lose that cuddliness that I adored in her. When I told her that she laughed.
"So you like your Mom all doughy and soft?" she chuckled.
"Sorta," I admitted.
"Well I don't, so lets get cracking son," she replied.
Halfway through a set of deep knee bends she screamed in agony, clutched the back of her right thigh and fell to the wrestling mat in a fetal position.
"Shit shit shit!" she hollered.
"What's wrong?" I cried, rushing over and sinking to the mat next to her.
"I've got a cramp," she whined, rubbing the back of her left thigh vigorously.
"Here, let me. Roll over Mom."
She turned over onto her stomach and placed her head on her hands. I began to rub the back of her thigh in ever increasing circles. She started moaning as my fingers kneaded the tightness in her thigh. Slowly I worked my hands further up until one was bumping up against the swell of her cheek, and the other one was rubbing the inside of her thigh near her crotch. She just lay there without saying anything and allowed my hands to wander up and down the back of her thigh.
"Why are you really doing this Mom? Is it to impress that asshole you call a husband?" I asked, hoping she'd lie there and let me rub her thigh longer.
"That's not very nice Randy."
"Maybe, but it's true and you know it," I shot back.
"You're probably right. Although it doesn't really matter anymore," she whispered more to herself than to me.
"What are you talking about, of course it matters. You look fantastic just the way you are, and I for one don't see why you'd go through all this trouble for him in the first place."
"That's not what I meant sweetie," she mumbled into her hands.
"So what did you mean Mom?"
"I think Jack's been cheating on me." I heard a faint sob.
"Why do you think that?"
"I called the office yesterday and talked with Cindy about Jack's schedule. She told me that he was having an affair with one of the new female drivers."
"And you believed her?"
"Not at first. But when she confessed that she'd been having one with him, I did," she said, her shoulders shaking slightly as a few more sobs escaped her lips.
"That doesn't mean it's true. Why would she even tell you if she'd been screwing Jack?" I asked, my hands still rubbing her thigh gently.
"She told me because she's mad at him. Apparently he dumped her for this new girl," she cried.
"Geez, I don't know what to say Mom."
"At least now I know why he hasn't touched me in ages. I guess I'm just not pretty enough for him."
Without realizing I was saying it out loud I blabbered, "I don't see how he could've kept his hands off you, you're gorgeous. I'd be touching you constantly."
"I'm flattered. To bad you're my son, you'd be a real catch," she laughed as she rolled onto her back.
"I'm sorry Mom, I didn't mean for you to hear that," I apologized red-faced.
"Don't be sorry, I like hearing that I'm desirable, even if it is my son saying it."
I smiled down at her and watched as she brought her knees up and placed her hands behind her head. She stayed like that for a minute then let one leg creep away from the other toward the mat. I know she didn't mean to, but when her leg slipped closer to the mat the leg opening on her upright leg parted wide enough for me to see most of her crotch. My jaw dropped; she wasn't wearing any panties. Reacting out of pure animalistic lust I placed a hand on her raised knee and began to slowly push it outward.
"Randy?" Mom's eyes widened.
I didn't answer. My eyes were locked onto the sight of her pussy spreading out in plain sight as my cock swelled in my shorts. I reached down with my other hand and grasped the hem of the shorts leg hole and pulled it away from her leg. Her cunt was fully exposed to my lust crazed eyes.
"Randy...What are you doing?" she asked in a slightly frightened voice.
"Oh God Mom, please forgive me," I groaned then pulled the leg opening all the way over to the side and sank my face onto her cunt. My lips captured her clit and I began to suck it up into my mouth.
"What the hell are you doing? STOP!" Mom shouted, trying to squirm out from under me.
"OH GOD! STOP RANDY, YOU CAN'T BE DOIIIINNNNGGGGG..." her voice trailed off as my tongue plunged deep into her velvet tunnel.
Stretching my body out between her legs I grabbed hold of her hips and held her in place as I began to suck and lick her cunt with abandon. Her sweat mixed with her cunt cream coated my tongue in a heady elixir the likes I'd never tasted before. I could feel her hips start to move up and down, her pussy seeking the wet slickness of my tongue.
"Please...stop...uunnnggghhhh...Randy," she moaned, her breathing growing ragged.
I slipped one hand under my chin, extended my index finger and sank it fully into her heat. She was soaking wet and very slick. My tongue rolled over her clit bringing it to a hard sweet nub while my finger gently probed the depths of her hot hole. I was lost to all things except the burning need to lick my mother into a state of complete satisfaction. Mom's struggling to escape stopped and her hands grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth onto her wet sopping slit. Her hip movements increased, battering my lips with the puffy outer folds of her cunt.
"OOHHH GOD! OH MY GOD! SHIIIITTTTTTT!" she cried out as a torrent of wet sticky juice poured into my mouth.
I backed up until I was kneeling between her spread knees and gazed down into her face. I was filled with shame. She let her arms fall to her sides and fixed me with a stare that asked "Why?" She made no effort to cover her soaked pussy from my view. Her legs remained parted as she struggled to get her breathing under control.
"Please forgive me Mom," I begged. "I don't know what came over me."
Instead of screaming at me she just softly asked, "That wasn't a dream the other day was it?"
I knew exactly what she was referring to. I shook my head no.
"So now what?" she asked.
"I'm not sure what you mean," I answered, puzzled by the strange look in her eyes.
"I mean, are you going to finish what you started?" she replied.
Before I could answer she pulled her sports bra up and over the tops of her breasts letting the round globes free of their confinement. Her stiff brown nipples reached for the sky. Next she reached down, grabbed the waistband of her shorts, raised her knees and pulled the shorts off. When she lowered her feet her legs were parted as wide as they would go. Her hands went up to her tits and she began to roll her nipples with her fingers.
"Mom?" I uttered in total disbelief.
"Fuck me Randy, I need to feel you in me," she whispered, her nipples getting stiffer by the second.
I tore off my shirt and pushed my shorts down to my knees. Eight rock hard inches of cock sprang out and pointed toward her. She licked her lips and raised her ass off the mat beckoning for me. Scooting forward, I brought myself close enough to push my cock down against the very fringe of her outer lips. Slowly, holding the base of my rigid rod, I lined the tip of my dick up with her slit and leaned forward. The head of my cock slid past the hair-covered lips and slipped effortlessly into the slick hot cavern of her snug pussy. I continued leaning forward until I was propping myself up with my hands on either side of her chest. I kept my ass up until I was in position with just the head of my cock in Mom's cunt. I gazed into her eyes.
"Don't tease me," she said, pushing her hips upward and taking more of my dick into her molten heat.
Pushing my hips downward I sank deeper and deeper into her until I felt my balls settle on the soft fleshy roundness of her ass cheeks. Her arms went around my neck as her legs went up and encircled my buttocks and held me firmly in place. She pulled me down with her arms until I was lying flat on top of her. I could feel the soft warm touch of her breasts as they flattened on my chest, her nipples boring in to me.
"Oh shit baby, you're so big. Don't move, just let me feel you inside me" she whispered in my ear.
"I love you so much Mom," I whispered back.
"I know this is wrong, but I've wanted this since I felt it in the pond," she purred, and then began to rock her pelvis upward.
Slowly I withdrew until only the head remained entrenched inside the burning heat of my Mother's swollen pussy. I moved my hands down and cupped the firm roundness of each ass cheek before gently pushing my cock all the way back into her. She shuddered and wrapped her arms tighter around my neck. Carefully I began to pump gently in and out of her slippery pussy until we had a smooth rhythm established. We were like a well-oiled machine. She would pull her ass down while I was pulling up. Just before my cock could slip from her clinching grip we'd push our hips together. Her breath hot on my neck, I started kissing her ear, her neck and all along the top of her shoulder.
"So good baby, so good," she chanted, her head rolling from side to side as her breathing became ragged.
"OH SWEET JESUS!" I cried, the sensations coursing through my body unlike any I'd ever felt before.
"Faster baby! Harder! Fuck me harder baby," she pleaded.
My balls slammed off her ass as my cock drove deep into her cunt in an increasing frenzy of lust-fueled passion. I brought my lips down on hers and held them there, sweat pouring from both of us. Faster and faster I plunged my dick into her quivering flesh, the steady sounds of our wet bodies slapping together bouncing off the walls. Her nails dug into my back as I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft.
"UUGGGGHHHHHH FUUUCCCCKKKKK!" Mom screamed, her cunt clamping down vise-like on my cock as her orgasm rocked her very soul.
My mouth opened, but no sound escaped. My dick went into a spasm of endless twitching as spurt after spurt of thick ropes of cum jetted into her steaming cunt and mixed with her own juices. The slap slap slap of my balls on her ass grew wetter sounding as our fluids leaked out and drained down onto my tightened ball sack. My release was so powerful that I blacked out for a second or two. Mom's arms fell to the mat as her legs slid off my sweat soaked butt. Huffing and puffing I managed to roll off her and landed on my back next to her heaving body. It took us awhile to get our breathing under control. When we did mom rolled onto her side propping herself up on her elbow facing me and stroked the side of my face lovingly.
"What we just did was so wrong sweetie," she whispered.
"I know, and I'm so sorry Mom. I just couldn't help myself," I said between breaths.
"Just tell me what set you off. Did I do something to give you the impression that I wanted you to make love to me?"
"No. It's just that when I saw that you didn't have panties on, I couldn't stop myself. I needed to taste you again. I really didn't think we'd go all the way," I told her.
Mom's hand trailed down from my face and over my chest. She drew tiny circles around my nipples before letting her hand drift lower. A chill swept over me as her hand passed my abdomen and continued down until it reached my cock. Softly she took my shaft in her hand and began to subtly rub it up and down.
"I couldn't stop myself either. When you started licking my pussy I was scared at first. But it's been so long since anyone's done that I couldn't stop you. It felt too good," she cooed as her hand brought life back into my growing cock.
"So what do we do now?" I asked, the tingling sensation spreading in my groin.
"Oh God baby, I don't know. What can we do?"
I rolled over to face her. Her hand remained on my dick as I wrapped an arm around her and pulled us together. Once she was snuggled up against me I brought my hand down and began to gently run it over her supple ass.
"You could let me be the one that makes you happy Mom," I whispered into her ear.
"I'm not sure what you're saying," she replied, increasing the force of her grip on my cock.
"I'm asking for you to get rid of Jack and let me be your man."
"It's not that simple. Is it?" she asked just as my fingers slid between her cheeks and tickled her anus.
"No one needs to know what you and I do. Also, I'd never make fun of your ass. I love it just the way it is," I chuckled as I patted the firm cheeks playfully.
"You're terrible," she giggled.
"So will you be my lover, as well as my mother?" I asked as I let my fingers slip low enough to touch her soaked slit.
A huge smile crossed her lips then she rolled away from me. I was at a loss as to what she was up to until she got on her hands and knees with her backside pointed in my direction. I yanked my shorts the rest of the way off and rose to my knees. My stiff rod led the way as I crawled over and knelt behind her. Her slit was a soaking mess of thick white sperm and cunt cream. The pubic hairs covering her outer lips were matted and plastered to either side of her pussy. The sight had my cock as hard as steel. I didn't need to guide the head, it hit her wet slit parting the slick outer folds with ease and slid around until it found her hot entrance and disappeared inside.
Mom glanced back at me over her shoulder with her green eyes twinkling brightly. "Fuck me lover," she said in a throaty whisper.
I placed my hands on her hips and lunged forward. The walls of her cunt sucked at my shaft as I filled her cunt with my meat. There was no foreplay or easing into it, I jammed all eight inches into her in one mighty plunge. My hands dug into the flesh of her hips as I pounded my pelvis against the soft ripeness of her fantastic ass. I could feel my balls bouncing off her clit, as I watched her cheeks jiggle with each pump of my cock. I could see our juices clinging to my shaft each time I pulled back. When I pushed forward Mom would grunt with pleasure and clamp her cunt muscles tighter around me. She met my thrusts with equal enthusiasm as she slammed herself back against my invading thickness.
"NOW BABY! COME WITH MEEEEE" Mom hollered letting the front half of her body sink to the mat while her ass stayed up in the air.
"OHHHHH FUUUCCCCKKKK!" I screamed as my load shot out in a geyser of thick sticky sperm flooding Mom's pussy completely.
Mom collapsed the rest of the way to the mat with me still buried deep into her clinching cunt. The muscles of her velvet walls rolled up and down my shaft for a good two minutes, milking every last drop from my balls as I lay on top of her shaking body.
"We'll put Jack's shit in boxes tomorrow. I have plans for the rest of today," mom said underneath me.