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                                  AEROBIC MOM
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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  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."

I wanted to  offer to give her a different work out, but I was too exhausted to
do anything. Besides, I had to plan.

I was going to be staying with Mom for 3 months, so I figured a month to seduce
her, then two direct months of pleasure, and years more, too.

For the next two weeks, I worked out with Mom, and while she was at work. I was
still  young enough  to get into  better shape  fairly  quickly. I always stood
behind her, and loved the view.

Mom had  a variety  of outfits  she wore. She had many leotards and tights, and
she wore  different combinations of each. She sometimes would wear tight cotton
shorts and a tube-top. The first time she wore it, I could see the sweat stains
gather at  her crotch. I'd to leave the exercising and jack-off in the bathroom
that time. Mom  was worried, but I just claimed stomach cramps. She even wore a
bikini once or twice.

After  three weeks, I  figured out that the white leotard was her favorite, and
by checking the hamper and smelling her wonderful scent, I knew she didn't wear
panties while exercising.

After laundry  on a  Saturday, Mom went  to visit Grandma, leaving the house to
me. I  went  into  her  room, skipped  all her  lingerie  drawers (I  knew  the
inventory  by  heart  from  my  younger  days  of  wrapping my cock in her soft
lingerie  and  cumming  into  tissues), I had already checked out her new stuff
from  the past  3 years, and  wrapped  them all around my cock while she was at
work. I  went to  her work-out  drawer and  pulled out her white tights. I took
them to the sewing room and gently used her seam-ripper to weaken the crotch. I
left enough  stitches to hold while she put them on, but I was preparing myself
for a great view.

That evening, Mom didn't wear the white, she wore shorts and a half-shirt. In a
way, it  was to my  advantage. Mom stretched a muscle in her lower back halfway
through  the workout. She  collapsed  on the floor onto her stomach, moaning. I
got some  baby-oil from  the bathroom and started to rub her exposed back. Even
though  I was  trying  to lessen  her pain, I  was getting really hard from the
contact.

My oily hands glided over her bare midriff, feeling the soft, smoothness of her
skin. Her pain  was mostly at the waistband  of the shorts, so I focused there,
sliding my fingers a little lower now and then. As Mom began to relax, I spread
my massage out. I moved up her back and under the back of her shirt. Mom's back
was  slick with  oil, and my  hands grasped her skin. In my mind, I was begging
for  her to turn  over, but she never did. I managed to get my finger along the
top of  her crack, beneath  her shorts, but that was as far as I dared. I think
Mom had an idea of how much I was enjoying rubbing her - I was being as sensual
as I could, but  she never made  any mention. Not  even of the huge bulge in my
pants that her elbow brushed against as she stood.

Mom thanked me for the rub, then went to take some aspirin and soak in the tub.
My mind's  eye saw  her peel the  half shirt  off, her bra-less breasts swaying
free, her  sliding the  shorts  over her hips, her ass sticking out as she bent
over to  free her  feet from  them. While Mom was in the bath, I stole into her
room, lay  on her bed and just rubbed myself on her sheets until I came. I just
managed to grab some tissue to shoot on.

Mom didn't exercise the next day, but she did watch me. I have no idea what she
was  thinking, but  with her eyes glued to me, I made sure to give her the best
show  I could. I  squeezed  my butt  at her, flexed  my arms  when I could, and
generally  tried to  give her  as much a  show as she unknowingly gave me every
day. I think something happened, because she was flushed pretty red by the end,
and she excused herself to her room quickly afterwards.

The next  day, Mom  wore the  white leotard. She didn't have any tights on - by
now  the July  temperature  was into  the 90's. We started working out, my eyes
were  glued  to Mom's  crotch. The  seam was  slowly  splitting  throughout the
exercises. I  could  glimpse  some brown  hairs  peeking out during some of the
stretches, but not much else. Then we got to the event I was waiting for.

Mom slid  her legs  apart into  the splits. She  bent slowly forward, her palms
flat  on the  floor. As  she spread  her  legs further, I  saw the seam unravel
fully, and  a huge  hole appeared right at her pussy. I could see that her hair
was trimmed  close, and her outer lips were full and hanging down a little. Mom
thrust her  hips up and back, and her lips opened just slightly. The inner pink
gave me more of a hardon than I'd ever had.

I started  to lean forward, drawn  to her. My  had moved  slowly to  my crotch,
preparing to  free myself  and take this opportunity to slide into Mom. At that
moment, Mom must have felt that her pussy was exposed, because she reached down
to check. When  her hand  brushed her pussy, my cock jumped. Mom quickly closed
her legs, and turned very red. She didn't face me, but I could see her neck and
shoulders flush. Mom didn't say anything, but rushed into her room.

I rushed to  the bathroom, freed my cock and started jerking into the toilet. I
was breathing hard, ready to cum, when I heard a sound from Mom's room. She was
panting and  sounding just like I did when I was masturbating. The bathroom had
two  doors, one  from  the  hall, and  one  from  Mom's  room. Her  door wasn't
completely  closed, so  I  peeked  in. Mom  still  had  her  leotard on and was
fingering  herself through the open hole. She was pinching a nipple through the
material. My  hand started moving faster and faster while my eyes were glued to
Mom. Her  finger was  disappearing into her. She wiggled it around then brought
it out  and up  to her  lips. She  slowly  started  sucking it. It was the most
erotic  sight I had  ever seen. My 41  year old Mom sucking he own juice of her
finger. I  felt my cock  tense and the cum start to flow up and out. I squeezed
hard, delaying  for a few  seconds to  see what she would do next. She took the
finger  out of her  mouth, brought  it back to  her pussy and started to finger
herself quickly. Mom's hips were thrusting into her hand and her other hand was
tugging on her nipple. I squeezed harder and was just about to shoot when I saw
her  beautiful  lips mouth  my name! My cum splattered on the door. I must have
shot 5 or 6 times, leaving huge white trails on the door.

When I was done shooting, I realized that if Mom opened the door, she'd see me.
I closed the door in quietly wiped my cum from it.

I went to my room and tried to figure out how to let her know I knew she wanted
me, and that I wanted her, and how to make it all happen.

The  next afternoon, we  prepared to  work out, again. Mom  was wearing  slick,
spandex  shorts. I'd never  seen them  before, so I knew that the were new. She
also had on a spandex top. There  must have been  a sale on  this new material,
since  she  must have  bought both  items  today. As  we started working out, I
noticed  that there  was  something strange  about her  crotch, but  I couldn't
figure out what.

I knew that I had to make my move soon. Time was getting short, and if I wanted
to maximize  our love-making  time, I'd have to get to her soon. I decided that
today would be the day.

I stood  back and watched  Mom. I pictured  her in her room, masturbating while
thinking  of me  and got hard. I  started stroking myself watching her, getting
harder and harder. By the time of my favorite exercise, I was rock stiff.

I lowered  my shorts  and pulled out my cock. Mom was bent over, hips up, chest
on the floor. I  stepped forward, and leaned my hips into Mom's behind. I press
down a  little and  she was  soon lying  flat on the floor. She seemed a little
surprised, but  didn't  say anything  as I thrust  my cock  between her cheeks,
loving the feel of her smooth fabric. I grabbed her cheeks and thrust harder.

"Oh yes, son," Mom groaned, "I've been waiting for this."
"Oh God, Mom, I've wanted you for years."
"Then take me now," Mom  said, reaching  back. She  tugged at the crotch of her
shorts and the material split open.

Mom roughly  grabbed my cock and forced it into her pussy. She arched up, doggy
style. I was  amazed at her boldness. She must have been planning something for
today, also.

Mom's pussy  was better  than any I'd ever had. I thrust into her warm wetness,
the force  shaking and quivering her ass. I felt my cum rise, and pulled out. I
pressed Mom flat again and rubbed between her cheeks. My  cum shot out and made
a white  line across her back. I kept thrusting and shooting, squeezing her ass
tightly. When I was done, I grabbed Mom's hips and rolled her over.

I buried  my face into  her pussy, sucking her juices. Soon, my face was coated
with her nectar, my tongue thrust deeply into her.

I pulled back and rolled onto my back.
"Ride my face, Mom, please...I need you on top."

Mom hooked her  thighs around my  face and sat on  my mouth. I grabbed her hips
and  pulled  her tight. I  couldn't  breath. Her  fleshy thighs and moist pussy
filled my moth and nose. I liked and sucked. My chin  was thrust deeply between
her lips as my mouth pulled on her clit. Mom started shaking and quivering, but
I needed air.

I pushed  her back  a little and  gulped fresh air. I shoved three fingers into
her pussy, while I was catching my breath.
"Oh son, finger me....finger-fuck your Mamma!"

Mom was  getting closer and closer to climax. I slid my head down a little, and
lowered  her back  onto my  face. My  tongue flicked  over the skin between her
pussy and asshole, then shoved into her ass. Mom started bouncing, and her hand
replaced  mine in her pussy. I felt  her climax, and her cum dribbled down onto
my  nose. I withdrew my tongue from her ass and pulled her pussy to my mouth. I
kept sucking her cum until she stopped shaking.

I pushed Mom gently off me and onto her back. My cock was raging again, nothing
like  sucking your  Mom's pussy  to do that. I looked down on Mom, and my focus
was drawn to her spandex top.

I dived onto her nipple. My mouth sucking though the fabric. I kneaded her soft
globes, one  hand sneaking  below the  material for her flesh. I pulled my lips
from her  nipple and  slid the  material  up. I pulled  Mom's breasts together,
rubbing  one nipple  against the  other. Mom loved this, as she started arching
her  hips up  and biting  her lip. I  lowered my mouth and started sucking both
nipples  together. I pulled  them into my  mouth, rubbing my tongue between and
around  them. I gently  closed  my teeth  on them as  Mom had another climax. I
reached back and felt her pussy all wet and dripping.

I released  Mom's nipples and pulled the top back over her breasts. I straddled
Mom's chest  and slid my cock  between her tits. The spandex pulled her breasts
together, and my cock was in heaven between the tits. It was a little dry, so I
slid back, thrust into Mom's pussy a few times, to her loud groans. Mom grabbed
my ass to keep me in, but I pulled out and moved back up her chest.

This time  my cock slid between her breasts much easier. I started tweaking her
nipples as I tit-fucked Mom. At the deepest part of each thrust, I felt the tip
of my cock  hit Mom's chin. Soon  this was replaced with a moist feeling as Mom
opened her mouth and was greedily trying to suck her own Son's cock.

At the  height of one  thrust, Mom  grabbed my cock and pulled it to her mouth.
Her  lips slid  over the tip  and shaft, her  tongue dancing on the bottom. She
pulled  me  out of  her mouth and  rubbed  her lips  and  tongue all  over  the
underside of my shaft, sucking her juice from me.

Mom started shaking again, "Fuck me son, cum in Mommy.....please"

I moved  back down and  thrust into Mom. I entered slowly, feeling her hot, wet
pussy envelop my cock. Soon we were hip to hip, and I began to work in and out.
I tried  to start  slowly, but  Mom wouldn't let  me. She thrust herd and fast,
setting her own rhythm.

Mom's head was back and her eyes were closed, her lips forming my name over and
over. I  pushed her  top off  and started grabbing her breasts. I was squeezing
hard. Mom's head  came  forward, and  she  guided  one of  her nipples into her
mouth. I  moved my  tongue  to join  hers, and  we were  both  sucking her same
nipple, our tongues wrestling together around it.

I was getting  closer and closer to cumming in Mom, when her other hand started
to rub  my own  nipple. It  felt so good, I just about shot, when Mom pulled me
down, pressed her nipple to mine and started sucking them together.

"Oh, Mom...I'm cumming....I'm gonna cum"

Mom's  pussy tightened  around my  cock as I  shot into her. She came also, our
bodies rocking  and heaving  together. Moms hands grabbed my ass, and her nails
dug into  my flesh. I  shot again  and pressed harder. My mouth found a nipple,
and I started chewing on it.

Mom let out a scream and started convulsing. I was afraid for a moment, until I
felt a flood of her hot, pussy cum drench my thigh. Mom came so hard she pushed
me out. I  rolled  over next  to her  and cradled  her into my arms. I held her
spoon style as she went rom convulsions, to leg twitching, to sleeping.

I help Mom  while she  slept, gently  caressing her. She awoke about 10 minutes
later. We  made a  pact never to  tell, but to continue no matter what. Through
marriages, dating, whatever, we  decided  we waited too long to let it ever end
now.

As for our workouts - Mom  doesn't have  any workout  clothes without a hole in
the crotch. We've  made our own routines, mostly a lot of teasing, the fast and
hard  sex. Although  we also  love to  linger in bed together and make love all
morning long on the weekends.

I almost regret going back to school, but we've found a similar collge close by
that will  accept my transfer, so I'll only be missing Mom for 3 months, not 9.
Of course our phone bill will be huge. We've already been practicing phone sex.

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