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Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2006 18:56:49 +0000
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Aerobic Mom. In the early 1980's, Mom decided to get into the fitness craze. She
started aerobics and jazzercise while I was at college. I came to visit her one
summer - my junior year. I had just turned 21, and I'm ashamed to admit that my
formerly flat belly was slowly becoming a fledgling beer-belly. But, as Mom
always said - All men are pregnant with an elephant, but only the trunk shows.
When I last saw Mom, she was getting a little dumpy, her body was starting to
sag, and her butt was migrating south. I didn't feel too bad about my lack of
shape, since I figured she'd be about the same. Boy, was I wrong. I knocked on
the door, and a slim woman I hardly recognized rushed into my arms and gave me a
great hug. "Welcome home, Son. Recognize your old Ma?" It took a moment. Her
breasts had lost their sag, and a little of their size, and were now firmly
jutting out from her chest. Her blouse was unbuttoned enough to show some flesh,
and although her breasts didn't look like two watermelons on a downhill race,
they were still enough to hold my gaze. Mom's belly had flattened - she still
had a little bulge, but who at 41 doesn't? Mom did a quick turn, and I would
have sworn she had a butt-tuck. Her stretch pants clung to a perfect ass. Just
ripe for squeezing. I grabbed Mom and pulled her in for a closer, tighter
hug....actually just trying to feel her breasts against my chest. Mom held the
hug a moment, then stepped back. She patted my belly. "Looks like someone here
could use a little more exercise...you're looking more run down than your old
Mom." "Nah, you're not that old," I complimented. Mom kissed me on the cheek.
"You always did have a silver tongue, but I think we need to get you into
shape." "Later," I said, carrying my bags to my old room. I picked up the phone
to call some old friends, but they were all out of town for the summer. It was
going to be a dull one, I knew that for sure. I lay back on the bed and rested
from the 20 hour drive from college to Mom's. I was nearly asleep when Mom
tapped on the door. "Yeah," I mumbled. "Time to work out...put your shorts on,"
Mom called. "I don't know....I'm pretty tired," I replied, hoping she'd leave me
alone. "C'mon, it will help you sleep tonight," Mom said, entering the room. If
anything was going to wake me, it was the sight of her standing there. Mom was
wearing a one-piece leotard, all slick and shiny. I molded to her curves. Her
nipples made small circlets at the center of where her breasts bulged. Her legs
were in tights, also smooth and slick. The top was a light pink, and the legs
yellow. My eyes were drawn to her crotch, were I could almost swear I could see
her mound pressing against the material. I tried to sound disinterested. "OK, if
you insist." My mouth wanted to form the word incest, instead of insist, as all
the fantasies of my teenage years re-surfaced. Fortunately, Mom left before she
could notice the quick-rising bulge in my jeans. I closed the door, stripped,
and dug out my shorts. I tried to find the tightest pair of underwear, so that
my cock wouldn't slip out accidently. I covered these with the baggiest trunks I
could find. Mom would flip if she knew her own son got a raging hard-on for her.
I went out into the living room, and Mom was putting a tape in the VCR. Our TV
was fairly small, and in those days, VCR's weren't nearly as nice as they are
now. I stood behind Mom, mesmerized by her ass as she bent over, fidgeting with
the VCR. I had to clasp my hands to keep from reaching forward and kneading her
soft globes. Now I knew why I was always turned on by older women. Mom stepped
back and made room beside her for me. "I think I'd better stand behind, Mom.
That way I can watch how you do the workouts...and clumsy me won't be bumping
into you." Mom agreed and started the tape. I was in heaven. Watching Mom bend
over, squeeze her butt, jiggle her breasts. My favorite was when she did a
partial splits, leaned forward ...
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