MY Aerobic Mother ~~~~~>
My mom has become a fitness addict. When she is not working she is working out. Ever since she turned 40 five years ago she seems to spend most of her free time exercising. Which is fine 'cause she still looks great! My mom is a realtor in Arden Nevada, near Las Vegas. There are so many new housing develpments going up here they seem to be growing like mushrooms. Mom is dong very well for herself, partly due to her ability to charm the buyer.
My mom is very professional and looks that way too. She keeps telling me the secret to success is appearance and attitude. Perhaps... I need something to succeed. I am 21 years old and a college drop out. I had to leave college just to sober up. I keep telling mom I'm gonna go back eventually, but I don't know. I fucking hate going out and having to look for a job so I mostly just lay around the house... and jack off. That's how I was the other day. I was laid back on the couch wearing my old robe and stroking my dick which poked up through my boxers, when I heard the front door open. I quickly put myself away just as my mother walked into the room. As usual she looked stunning in her professional attire. She wore beige pants, which made her look positively naked, and a blazer over a black blouse.
The kind of strappy black heels she wore, which accentuated her height, showed enough of her feet to be able to see that she wore stockings, possibly hose underneath her pants. She had dyed her shoulder length hair blonde a few years ago and this perfectly complemented her lightly tanned, oval face. As she plopped down in a chair she immediatly began bitching about wasting my life laying around the house all day. To try to appease her I went over and sat down on the floor in front of her and began rubbing her feet. Slipping off her shoes my mother's warm scent wafted into my head like a cheesy perfume. This quieted her down. As I massaged my momma's feet I knelt down in a crotch in front of her and slowly took each foot in turn. As we spoke and talked about her day I laid her feet down in my lap. Without thinking really, I kind of sat my crotch down on top of mom's stockinged feet. After sitting like that for a while I stretched up and lay my head on my mother's lap. However, without even realizing it, my dick had popped out of my shorts and nestled onto my mother's feet. As mom began to yawn and stretch, her feet came alive around my cock shaft. I'm sure neither of us knew that my naked dick was violating my mother's stockinged feet. Instinctively, almost with a life of their own, my mother's feet began slowly twisting and feeling and then massaging her son's cock. I'm sure mom still didn't know what was going on, but when I felt mom's feet begin to caress and massage my dick I instantly knew. At first, I was scared as hell.
But then the intense pleasure of my mother's warm stockinged feet holding me and kneading my most sensitive area, I quickly could only think of sexual release. I leaned forward slightly with my chest against my mother's knees and let my dick drop into a position. I looked up into my mother's eyes. She knew now. I could see the surprise on her face. But also, I could see that she wasn't disgusted or turned off. In fact, I could see my mother's breath quicken as she sat there in stunned sexual agitation and desire. I didn't need much. I had been jacking off earlier and I was still hard. My hard dick fell into the cup shaped crevice my mother's stockinged feet made for it. Instinctively, and without any thought, my hips, almost of their own accord, began humping the womb of my mother's feet. I looked up into my mother's face and saw there shock and turmoil, but also pleasure and desire. She, as well as I, could not see the action from where we were sitting, but the pleasure stimulated from this impromtu sexual deviation coursed through our heads.
Waves of pleasure washed over and through me as I concentrated on the feeling of the soft nylon material covering my mother's feet gently rubbing the flesh along my swollen cock shaft. Soundlessly, breathlessly, we sat there mother and son, experiencing the physical sexual pleasure of the son's genitalia being masturbated by his mother's feet. Then it happened, I didn't need much more stimulation. My orgasm hit me. The swirling emotions in my mind even prevented me from realizing it was coming on. I was just gently rocking my shaft throug the crevice of my mother's feet when sperm shot out of my cock and onto my mother's feet. I was surprised by it, like the first orgasm you ever had. In fact, it was very much like that. When my cum sprayed onto my mom's feet I remember looking up into her face with a questioning surprise as if to say, "Well will you look at that." My mother's smiling brown eyes closed slightly as she felt spray after spray of warm cum from her own son's dick ejaculate out onto her warm stockinged feet. We did have a good talk about this afterwards. And though my mother pointedly was perturbed by it, she was cool enough to laugh it off as a freak occurence. I, on the other hand, could not get the thought of it out of my head. Day and night my mind was fixed on my mother's pleased face as I felt her feet bring me to climax. I began looking at my mother with a new interest.
My mom works out about three hours every day. Her body is well conditioned, not overly muscualr, but soft and tight. And I can tell you, I do know. Ever since that day, I have been paying a close interest in how my mother looks and what she wears. Most of the time mom will exercise at the gym or be out jogging. However, if she is running short on time, or if the weather (or air) is bad, then she will exercise at home. I have seen my mom in all kinds of exercise outfits. And her 45 year old body looks fantastic in all of them. Everything from the flimsy jogging shorts and sports bra to the leave-nothing-to-the-imagination tight bike pants. When I see my mom come in and cool down after a jog, and see her sweat stained spandex shorts and her pretty matted hair pulled back into a ponytail, it is all I can do from just jumping on her. I always have to run to my room and jack off furiously. I have even taken to surreptitiously taking photographs and videotapes of my own mother. How weird is that? The other day though, oh boy, the other day... It was like two hundred degrees outside, and the air was thick with smog. My mom decided to stay in and exercise in the air-conditioned comfort of her own exercise room. I watched. Let me tell you I watched. Even before mom changed and went to the exercise room, I snuck in and hid in the back closet. The door has a little window in it, for decoration I guess. I had brought in some warm oil for me. In just a little while mom entered and began limbering up. What was my mom wearing you might ask? A black leotard.
I haven't seen my mom wear that in quite some time. She usually wore shorts at home, but this day she wore a skin tight black leotard. Under which brown, or coffee (or taupe) hose covered my mother's legs. What luck! I was in pervert's heaven! As soon as my mother entered the room she began jiggling all her lose muscles. Every limb of my mother's body rippled in a hypnotic sensuous vision. My mother's 45 year old body was a perfect machine of sensual delights. Her softly rounded C-cup breasts bounced rythymically as she stretched her taut body in different directions. Her lithe, light waist twisted like a cork screw as she stretched her back muscles. Her long round legs occasionally peeked out their nakedness from beneath the snug hosiery. And then there was my mother's ass... Let me tell you about my mother's ass. My mother has the kind of ass that men will kill for. Soft, lithe, supple; it has the perfect teardrop shape of an eighteen year old girl. Her round hips faded deliciously into her thin waist and flat stomach. The smooth tender cheeks melted in graceful evanescent shadows between her legs. I stood in that dark closet and watched transfixxed as the tight bands of my mother's leotard began to ride up into her ass crack and pinch into her cheeks. I slowly stroked myself in a sexual daze as I thought about the warm sensual softness of my mother's ass. After limbering up mom did some quick lunges then started some step aerobics. I must say they are as boring to jack off to as to watch. After about twenty minutes of that stuff though, and working up a nice sweat again, mom began her cool down routine. Mom got down on all fours and stuck her round butt up into the air.
My interest was again aroused. She was at a bit of an angle to me but I could plainly see all the mesmerizing details in a mirror leaning aganst the wall. Cat stretch, then leg lunge, cat stretch then leg lunge, mom was a round shapely ball of sensual dough that I wanted to stick my dick into. Mom's blonde hair stuck to her head as she continued to twist and lunge. God, what a creature. How I longed to insert my man-hood into my mother's body. I wanted so much to look into my mother's eyes as my dick slid into her cunt. I wanted to fuck her; to taste her; to embrace her. Mom suddenly dropped flat on the floor. Having finished her work out mom lay flat on her stomach on the floor. What a sight! Mom's sweaty body rose and fell with each of her heavy deep breaths. Her pelvis flat to the floor mom's soft tender hills of her buttocks were entrancing. The tight spandex band followed and flowed over that magically enticing roundness to disappear into the sweaty folds of mom's cunt. I couldn't stand it. Mom would be gone in a second. It was now or never cowboy. I burst into the room and jumped on my mother's hose covered legs.
I planted my naked man shaft in the nylon covered crack of my mother's ass. She struggled only slightly. I humped my mothers ass wickedly. I was a raging bull seeking to penetrate my mother. I didn't need to though. My orgasm had been intense. This alluring seductress, my own mother, was able to coax every single bit of semen out of my body. My mother's soft butt cheeks clenched and quivered as thick white sticky wads of her son's semen splashed across them. Again and again thick ropes sprayed across my mother's tender butt cheeks and back. As the waves of intense pleasure flowed over and through me I could feel the warm liquid squirt through my cock shaft and out my peehole. When I finally was able to open my eyes I could only look down in stunned amazement to see the very many lines of my white semen criss-crossing over the black spandex covered cheeks of my own mother's supple ass. Well I finally did get a job at a burger joint. But every single day I race home to be ready for my mommy so I can masturbate for her as she exercises on the floor in front of me.