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 moulded to her curves. Her nipples made small circlets at the centre 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 accidentally. 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 favourite was when she did a partial splits, leaned forward with her hands on the floor, and did a sort-of combination pushup and hip thrust. She would lower her chest to the floor, then arch her hips back. It looked painful, but the view was intense.
It was quite difficult to maximize viewing and still trying to work out. I did get a full workout, eyes and body, and by the end, I could barely find the energy to flop on the couch. Lazlo, though, was still pretty stiff.
Mom looked down at me and grinned. "Looks like sonny-boy is more out-of shape than his old Ma."