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We made some small talk and then she went out to do errands. As soon as she was gone, I promptly went back upstairs to masturbate.
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The next morning, which was Sunday, I was again woken by my mom. She was sitting on my bed, but closer this time, with the back of her ass pressed against the side of my leg. A hand was draped across my other leg. She was wearing only a tight pair of white boyshorts and a tank-top.
"Morning babe," she whispered.
"Mmph," I mumbled. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was only seven thirty -- far too early for a Sunday. "What?"
"I want you to work out this morning," she said. "You need it. You just don't get enough exercise."
I sighed, but I knew better than to argue with her when she used that tone. "Alright mom."
She smiled. "Ok, great. Let's go."
I followed her downstairs and was taken aback when I realized just how skimpy her clothing was. Her white bottoms and tank-top were both pretty thin. I could see the curve of her well-sculpted ass through the bottoms. I felt a little bit of that old annoyance. God, why did she have to dress like that around me? Other mothers didn't act like this. It was just so damned inappropriate.
I followed her towards the TV. assuming we would do cardio, but she walked past it. She was heading to the room in the back of the house that served as a personal gym. Ugh, I thought, she's going to try and make me start doing weights. She had tried numerous times to get me on a weight-lifting regiment. She herself used light weights for toning, but she had surprised me one day with some heavier weights. I had not been enthused. I was fairly fit already and did not believe there was any need for me to build muscles.
"Aw great, again with the weights? You know I hate this."
She glared at me out of the corner of her eye. "It's good for you, hon. Even just a little."
I decided to resign myself to it. It would be far easier to go along with her plan for a little while than to get into an argument. When we entered the gym, the sun was shining brightly throughout the room. The bright light made her boyshorts and top even sheerer. Her top was actually transparent now. I tried not to look at it, because this was certainly not the time to be getting an erection.
My mom picked up a dumbbell and sat on the end of one of the benches. She straddled the bench, leaving a little bit of room, and patted the spot in front of her. "Sit here, babe." I paused. Before me sat an underwear model who also happened to be my mother. Her flowing brown hair spilled down over her back and shoulders. The shape of her breasts was clearly visible, as were here prominent nipples. And her legs were spread for me, even though all she had on was thin underwear.
I sat as instructed. She was very close behind me but we were not touching. My mom passed the dumbbell around my body and I took it, awaiting her instruction. She explained that I was to spread my legs and rest my elbow against the inside of my thigh. I did so. I then followed her next instruction to move my arm a certain way.
"No hon," she said. "Not like that. It's like...here." She scooted forward on the bench. Her bare thighs touched either side of my ass and I felt her breath on my neck as she leaned forward. First she grabbed my elbow and slid it further up my thigh. Her hand slid with it, pushing my shorts up a little, her warm fingers brushing against my skin. I shivered and my cock got very hard very fast. "And the motion is like this." My mom took my hand and lowered it. She had to move closer to me in order to lower it all the way down and her supple breasts pushed against my back. I felt her crotch touch the back of my ass as well. When she lifted my hand back up I thought she would pull away, but she did not.
"You do it like that, babe." I nodded but could barely concentrate. Her thighs were wrapped around me and her hands were now resting on my hips. Her breasts, too, were still touching my back. My breath quickened. She had been this intimate with me in previous sessions so I didn't think the sexual contact was intentional. I was her baby boy and thus such thoughts probably did not even enter her mind. For me, it was a different matter.
Once I had the motion down she pulled away and stood. As she crossed the room, she told me how many repetitions to do and that I should do both arms. It was difficult to pay attention with the sight of her sexy body in front of me. It became even harder when she draped herself across the leg-curl machine. She was lying on her stomach, angled a little so that I could see the length of her body as well as her amazing ass. Her breasts bulged out on either side. I was mesmerized as she worked her legs, bending them up into the air and then straight back out, over and over, moving her well-toned muscles. I could not stand it.
I put the dumbbell down and approached her. My cock created quite a large tent in my shorts, so I approached from behind, where she could not see me. I knelt down and she turned, smiling. Then I did something daring: I reached my hand out and wrapped my fingers over the back of her thigh. She jumped, but did not stop working. I felt the muscles moving in her thigh. It felt incredible.
"So is this the muscle you're doing now, mom?" She nodded. I took another dare, and briefly touched her ass for one of her leg motions. "I don't feel it here though."
"Mmm. Yeah babe, it only works the lower hamstrings." She smiled at me. "You're taking an interest, that's great." I shrugged and continued to watch her move. Soon she stopped and got up. "Okay, now you do it."
"Okay, mom." I climbed onto the machine, remaining hunched to hide my enormous erection. It felt good pressing my cock against the padding, which was still warm from my mother's body. She guided my legs under the mechanism, her hands touching my calves. Once I began the exercise her hands slid up to my thighs. I gasped a little and stretched my arms out over my head, causing my shirt to pull up over my lower back. Her hands felt so good. I ground my hips down while working my legs.
"Hmm," she mused. "Your legs feel pretty tense." Her hands were rubbing my thighs. "You want a massage, babe?" My jaw dropped. A massage? From my mother, who was in her panties and a see-through top? It was a dream come true. She had given me massages before, but only when I was much younger. Before I had become attracted to her.
"Yeah," I managed to get out. "If you think I need it."
"Ohh, I really do." She moved up beside me. The bench was thigh-high for her. "You just relax." And then her fingers began to dig into my thighs, kneading the muscles. Her hands roamed up and down my legs. I was breathing heavily and moving my hips every so often, hoping she did not realize my arousal. She rubbed up my back, to my shoulders, which she massaged hard. Her breasts bumped softly against me as she leaned over my body. "You're really tense, hon," my mom said. She was breathing heavily too, but from physical exertion.
I moved my hips more, grunting with each breath. She continued to rub and touch me as I worked my cock towards a climax. It was becoming more obvious that I was grinding my hips but I found I could not stop myself. And my mother did not stop, either. If anything, she unknowingly encouraged me by getting more into the massage herself. I heard her panting behind me.
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