My mom and dad were fitness junkies. Dad was the manager of the local gym in our little town while mom worked there part-time. Then Covid hit. Once things started to open back up, the gym wasn't one of them. It couldn't survive. Dad wound up getting a job at the gym about an hour away at a significant pay cut. Mom stayed home. Her plan was to build up an audience online with her own exercise workout videos until they had enough to buy the old gym and open it as their own.
As for me, my college shut down at the same time. While were all locked in the house together, it was a good bonding time. We hadn't spent that much time together as a family in years. We all became much closer.
Fast forward two years. Dad was now the assistant manager of the gym an hour away while mom was still living with the hope of earning enough money to open their own gym. When I came home for college summer break she wasn't herself. She was a little down in the dumps.
"Oh, honey," she replied when I asked what was bugging her. "I've been doing these classes online forever. They don't seem to be gaining any traction. I get a donation here or there, but nothing that amounts to anything. All they want to do is talk about my boobs in the chat. Bunch of perverts! They even say they'd donate more if I showed them!"
"Mom, I think there are better formats out there than what you're using. The one I'm thinking of, they have to pay before they watch your videos. So you won't get all these perv freeloaders. Just post a good teaser video or photo and you'll make more money in the first month than you have in two years."
"Really? Can you set it up for me?"
"Absolutely!
"That'd be great! Do you think you can get it set up in time for my session tomorrow?"
"Good as done."
The rest of the day, I researched the best way to help Mom with her fitness videos. I spent most of the day watching these fit, hot MILFs wearing next-to-nothing exercising. The next morning - the day of Mom's first video for the new format - I woke up with the hardest, biggest piece of morning wood I could remember.
I threw off the covers and gripped the beast that was so hard it had forced my underwear down so it was fully exposed. "Jesus Christ! This hurts like a motherfucker!" I moaned to myself. I closed my eyes and began to stroke it with those MILFs on my brain. "Oh yeah, that's it. Bend over, you bitch. Oh fuck yeah, that's it, just like that," I quietly directed.
Meanwhile, Mom was dressed in her workout clothes and ready for the shoot. "Damn that boy! He'll sleep all day if I let him," and worked her way down the hallway to my room.
Hmmm, his door is cracked open. I wonder if he's up already?
she thought to herself. What she didn't know I was up in more ways than one. Is he moaning in his sleep? She quietly opened the door and slid through it. Her hand went straight to her mouth. Oh my God! He's masturbating!
I was completely unaware of her presence. I was too busy giving the MILF in my head a good workout. "Oh yeah, that's it. Take it. Take it all!"
Oh, my poor baby! He misses his girlfriend so much! Maybe...maybe just this once I can help him relief himself. It'll be a little uncomfortable for both of us. But I can do this for my poor baby. Just this once.
She got down on all fours and crawled across the floor until she was at the foot of my bed
. My God! He's huge! What a lucky girl his girlfriend is! (gasp) Should I be thinking that way about my own son's...thing?
She watched me stroke myself with both hands like a man possessed. "Don't rub so hard. You'll set it on fire!" she whispered.
My eyes flew open. "Jesus Christ, Mom! What the fuck?!" I was so shocked it didn't even occur to me to cover up.
Her eyes bounced between my face and my wood. "I...I was coming to wake you up so you could help me with my video and I, you know, saw you doing...this."
"You couldn't have knocked? Or just turned around and left? Fuck!"
"Just hear me out," she said softly. "I know you must miss Jennifer terribly. And...this...is totally normal. So, I thought - just this once - I might be able to help you."
I jumped when she wrapped her warm, soft hand around my vein-wrapped pole. "Mom! What...what the fuck?!"
She began to run her hand up and down. "I just want to help." She watched the expression on my face change. "There, isn't that better?"
"Well...yeah. It's just fuckin' weird."
"I know, honey. It's weird for me, too."
Then why am I getting so hot and wet?!
"Just close your eyes and dream of Jennifer. Does Jennifer, you know, do this for you?"
"Well, yeah. Kind of. She always has her top off when she jerks me off, though."
"Oh! You...you want me to take my top off?"
"Well...it would definitely help."
"Um...okay." With some hesitation, her tight spandex top came over her brunette head. "Is that better?"
Holy shit! Look at those fucking tits!
"Um, yeah, that's great."
After a couple of minutes, Mom finally said, "How's that? Are you getting close?"
"Well, no, not really. Jennifer never jerks me off until I finish. She usually lets me titty fuck her first."
"Really?! Well, um, I guess if you think that will help..." She leaned in and wrapped her huge mounds around my thick stick. "There. How's that?"
"Mmmmm, oh yeah, that feels great, Mom."
"Does that feel like Jennifer?"
"Dang, Mom, I think it feels better. You've got some great tits, Mom!"
Oh my! My son thinks my tits are better than his 20-something girlfriend's tits!
"Oh! Uh, wow, that's great, honey." The heat between her legs got hotter. She dropped a stream of saliva across the head of my hammer. It fell down the handle and through her incredible cleavage. She pressed her globes around me and began to bounce.
Wow! This would be a great exercise for my gluts and thighs! Wait...what am I thinking?!
"Oh, fuck yeah, Mom! That's awesome! Ohmagawd, that feels so good!"
"I'm glad, honey. Are you close?"
"Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck yeah!"
"You can...finish...on my boobs. It's okay."
"No, I want you to say it right. Say it like Jennifer would. Come on, say it, Mom!"
How would Jennifer say it? Oh!
"Okay. Um..." She gulped. "Come on, Mark," she said in a deep, husky voice. "Cum on my tits. I want you to cover my tits with your hot, thick cum. Come on, baby, do it. I want it," she purred.
"Oh, fuck!" I barked through a clenched jaw.
A rope sprang out of her cleavage and splashed across her throat. A second and third spurt rainbowed up and spread across the top of her firm tits.
She pressed hard against my throbbing rod until she had squeezed every drop out. She pulled back and looked down at herself.
"Wow! So much...stuff! Your father never has that much!"
I was staying hard just seeing the damage I'd done. "Yeah, well, I've been saving that up for a while."
"I'll say!" she said as she stood. "I think we both need showers. Go take a shower and then you can help me with my video."
My eyebrow rose, pulling a corner of my mouth up with it. "Wanna take a shower together?"
Yes!
"I don't think so, Mister. Just cool your jets." She turned and walked out the door.
Holy shit! I haven't been that turned on in years! What's wrong with me?!
After we both masturbated in separate showers, we met in the spare bedroom that was Mom's pseudo workout room. She looked hot! She had changed into a different sexier, smaller spandex outfit. I was hoping she didn't notice the bulge I had in my pants already.
"Okay, Mom, let's shoot this. We have to post a teaser video and photo after we're done. So, what are we calling this one?"
"Today we're going to work on our lower buttocks and inner thighs."
"Perfect." I held the camera up. "Whenever you're ready, Mom."
She looked into the camera. "Hello, ladies! Today we begin our new journey. We'll begin with working two problem areas, ones that make the boys go crazy. You know what I mean: our lower buttocks and inner thighs. Let's get started!"
She bent over and her tiny shorts pulled down, revealing the top of her G-string. She grabbed the back of her waistband and started to pull.
I pulled out my phone. "Hang on! Don't move!" I moved in close and took a picture looking down the inside of her pants. It was a great shot of her ass and G-string.
"What was that? Did I hear your phone? Did you just take a picture?"
"Just trust me."
The routine went on for 20 minutes when she finally looked into the camera and said, "Great job, ladies! Before we wrap up today, I want you to meet my super cute assistant, my son Mark! Come here, Mark, get between my legs and help me stretch the muscles we worked today." I slid between her legs, making sure the camera got a good profile of the boner in my pants. "Okay, throw my legs over your shoulders and lie on top of me as if you were doing pushups.
I did exactly as told. If someone didn't know better, it would look like we were having sex. I looked into the camera with a twinkle in my eye. "To any guys out there, I also manage the website. If you have any suggestions of what you'd like to see next, shoot us a message."
"Yes! Ladies, too! If there's an area you'd like to work on, let us know!"
Oh my! Is that his...thingy...I feel pressing against me! It's so big! And hard! (gasp) Stop it! He's your son!
"(ahem) Okay, honey, you can get off me, we're done for today. If feels like you're trying to wrestle me or, um, something."
Later that day, before Dad got home, Mom was in the kitchen preparing dinner.
"Hey, Mom, you're a hit!" I said holding up my phone.
"What? What do you mean?"
"You made $150 today!"
"What?! No way! That's amazing!"
"Okay, so here's the deal. I did a test. Remember I told you we needed to post a teaser of the video with a little video or a photo? Well, I posted the same video twice. One with a teaser video and one with the photo I took that lead into the video. The one with the video made $15. The one with the picture made $135!"
"What?! That's crazy!"
"$135 for a tiny pic of your butt and underwear! Imagine what you could make if you got, let's say, more adventurous!"
"'More adventurous'?! If you mean what I think you mean, it's absolutely out of the question!"
"Just think about it, okay?"
Dad got home a little later than usual. He looked exhausted and smelled like booze.
"Have you been drinking?!" Mom asked over dinner.
"Hey! I just had a couple of drinks with the guys. No big deal."
"Hey, Mom, I'd be more than happy to help you with your new project. You don't even have to pay me! All I would ask for is, um, you know, more relief like we did earlier."
Mom choked on her food. "What?!"
"Project? Relief? What's he talking about?"
She glared across the table at me. "I shot my first video for the new website today. Mark, um, hurt it, uh, back and I helped relieve him."
Dad looked at me. "Did it help?"
"Oh yeah, it definitely helped! But I think I need more treatments."
"You should help the boy, Sue."
