I grabbed some running pants and a t-shirt and socks from my dresser and then shuffled on my running shoes. I came downstairs as Mom was headed out to the pool courtyard. She was all ready to go with her workout clothes but she was knocking out some pre-run stretches on her yoga mat. I sat down next to her and ran through some stretches of my own next to her. I took a hit off her water bottle and chugged down the coolness. I was really thirsty. As we stretched I noticed the smell of our sex stink was hanging in the air around us like a humid post-fuck fog. The morning was nice and cool but my mom wanted to hit the road before the sun got too high and would then commence to cook both our asses out there on the road.
"C'mon Ian sweetie - let's go run off a little of last night's booze and pizza!" With that, she grabbed her bunch of keys and gave me a playful smack on the ass as she dashed across the courtyard and through the wrought iron side gate. I ran after her determined to retaliate and bestow a tit for tat smack on her black leotard clad hiney. As she passed through the gate she threw the keys over her shoulder at me and ordered with a smile, "Lock up!"
I caught the bunch with one hand and locked the gate from outside. Mom already had her ear-pieces in and was shouting over the sound of her shitty hippy tunes. She smiled as she headed down the walk and shot back some trash talk over her shoulder - her freshly tied ponytail bouncing as she went.
"Nice catch! Thought for sure you would catch like a girl! Last night must have been good for you!" She sped up as she said this and I revved up my RPMs to catch her. She was taking some pretty long strides as she went down the flagstone path that turned onto the sidewalk. She was quite a sight, what with her ponytail bouncing, boobies swinging back and forth, black leotard leggings going down to her black running shoes, and her wonderfully fleshy upside down valentine buttocks bouncing with each stride. A little something in the back of my head would have said "Younger than in her forties," and my buds at school would definitely say "MILF!" or "doable Mom!"
I caught her with some effort and bestowed a nice solid smack on her ass. Her bum cheeks had enough tone that my hand tingled and smarted slightly. She frowned and did a fakey spoiled brat pout like I had been rough on her little money maker.
"Ouch! That hurt! I have you do all those mean things to my pooper and this is how I get treated in return?" She said this with a hint of sadness but she quickly showed her true intentions as she grinned with a sly naughty look and presented me with yet another smack on my ass before taking off down the sidewalk at break neck speed. I caught up with her and we settled into a running pace that would be more comfortable over a long distance. We took a road off to the right that headed up into the canyon behind our home. We ran two miles up to a turnaround point which is a speed limit sign next to an old billboard. Mom tried to run this any day her schedule allowed her and I had run this route when I was getting ready for school sports. By now the sun was warming things up and we had a slick film of sweat on our bodies. Mom stopped for a moment as we hit the speed limit sign.
"Wait Speed-Demon, I gotta pee!"
With that she stepped over to the old billboard motioned me to follow her. She then disappeared behind the faded wood surface. As I came 'round the corner away from the view of the road I paused and surveyed the scene. A burned out circle of charred wood, some soup cans, beer bottles, and cigarette butts indicated somebody had camped here a long while back. The presence of a desiccated shriveled old condom indicated others had used it too. Popular spot!
Mom pulled down her bottoms and squatted over an unspoiled piece of sandy ground and presently produced a sizzling yellow stream of piss. I watched this for a moment and then in a show of solidarity dropped my shorts and peed against the back of the billboard. A truck came down over the hill and passed by us oblivious to our presence before disappearing over the hill. Our urinary activity was completely shielded from view. Mom rose but left her leggings down to her ankles as she stepped behind me, took over steering my cock and allowed me to finish pissing. She then gave my cock a few tugs and strokes until she jerked my wicked willie into something more or less erect before firmly spinning me around and squatting before me and pulling my shorts down to my shoes. She opened her mouth and sucked me in a sweaty funky blowjob.
I ran my hands across her head and grabbed her ponytail as her mouth sucked and sucked. Her hands massaged my sweaty balls as she began to deep-throat me while I enjoyed her wicked mischievous mouth. She continued for a couple of luxuriously filthy minutes until she loudly popped my dong from her kisser, whirled around and half rose, and bent at the waist as she spread her buttocks with both hands. I needed no coaching. I placed the head of my cock at the mouth of her steaming pussy and pulled inside her cunt with both hands on her hips. What followed was about five minutes of spirited, sloppy, perspiring, fucking.
"This is one of my favorite naughty kinks honey!" Mom panted and confided to me. "I love doing it outdoors anywhere I might be caught!" I made a mental note. I needed to get out more with my mom. It was not the most public of spots but it wasn't a secluded motel either. We rutted and fucked until we both let out a series of grunts and moans that finished with Mom convulsing and shaking like an old washing machine with an imbalanced load and me grunting and sending a hot load of dude dressing up her cunt. Then we got our clothes arranged and got back out onto the road. We ran back down the canyon to our street and back to our house. Mom unlocked the side gate and we went inside.
"Okay," she said, "that was the first half of the workout. Time for some strength!" With that she stepped out of her shoes and clothes and began to apply oil from a bag by her water bottle. I didn't know what was next but I followed suit. She oiled herself up and then applied a generous amount to my body. Then she put back on her black running shoes and I again followed her lead. A thirty six minute run followed by Last Stand of The 300? WTF? I was a little perplexed but I figured I should just roll with it - hell it had worked out well so far!
We moved over to the corner of the courtyard. Right beside the outdoor gas grill was a ramada I had helped my Dad build years before. Under the ramada I kept my universal set (this had been Dad's since he got them in the 80's), and under a garage tarp I kept my weights. The weight training area, grill, and ramada was partially secluded by a stand of organ pipe and prickly pear cactus that mom landscaped in a few years back to "preserve the pool view." Basically she didn't want to see the weight gear from the pool or from the other ramada in the center of the courtyard. I pulled back the tarp while mom tossed down a couple of exercise matts from the wall after shooing away a few dime-sized spiders with a squeal (she hates those things).
What followed is now a bit of a montage in my memory. I have worked out with my mom like this many times since that day so it's a little fuzzy but here goes. We started doing a series of pushups on the matts followed by sit-ups, followed by burpees, crunches, then more pushups, then more sit-ups. During the sit-ups as I held Mom's feet I had an up-close view of her pierced pussy now all wonderfully nasty and funky. When she held my feet she would cop a feel with my cock and balls as I finished the set. The result was I had a partial equally sweaty funky boner which she would ogle here and there. I caught the drift on the second set of sit-ups and copped a feel of her crotch and touched her clit as we transitioned to something else. Workout flirting - it does a body good!
Next we hit the weights. There is a certain aesthetic to exercising nude at least that was what Mom pointed out to me and after a few minutes I saw what she meant. You can see muscles working and veins popping that normally would be masked by gym wear. It's all very artistic by itself and, well I'll let you be the judge but anyhow...
As we started hitting the weights we became a kinetic flurry of motion, huffing 'n puffing, and sweat. As I clanked dumbbells above my head I was keenly aware mom's eyes followed my junk 'n naughty stuff, - she was looking at me up and down. As we switched and I stood in front of her I was looking at her veiny sweaty form and checking her out, her eyes caught mine and we both understood we were checking each other out but we just kept going. I watched her as she put a little weight on her shoulders and she did her squats - when she went all the way down I checked out her moon. Her glutes parted nicely and you could see the meat curtains of her labia and the perky balloon knot of her puckered protruding hemorrhoids. I liked the fact that a little trickle of sweat ran down her back and into her ass cleavage before stopping at that pink little pucker!
As we did curls we played a little game where I would do a set while she absent mindedly tweaked her pierced nipples and fingered her bejeweled clit. Then I would pass the weights to her and she would knock out a set I would give my cock a rub keeping myself semi-hard during the course of things. When she switched out to something else because I needed heavier weight to continue curls, I kept gawking at her sweaty glutes and boobs as I changed out the weights on the bar and stole peeks at her girly junk.
The sexual tension was actually quite a good thing for my workout. I felt like I had this burning desire to just drop the weights, throw her on the ground and fuck her right there and then but instead we both just kept to the business of pumping iron and sneaking a peek and copping a feel of each other and pumping iron some more. The fact that the tension hung in the air like a good cigar made me lean into the workout harder.
As I was using the Universal bench, I noticed Mom looking down at my junk again as she worked a set of dumbbells. When I finished the last set, she knelt down on the bench and sucked me again for four or five strokes,... just enough to stoke the fire a bit.
