Incest: Mother needs help from her son
“Can we talk for a second?” my mother asked as I was watching the football game. “I need a favor from you.”
My eyes were still glued to the tv. “Sure, but can this wait until later? This game is almost over.”
She picked up the remote control and shut the tv off.
“Hey! I was watching that!”
“You can read the results online or catch the replay on the news, I really don’t see what the difference is anyway,” she replied sternly.
“Fine, what can I do for you mom?”
She lifted the bottom of her tshirt to reveal a soft, curvy stomach. She had given birth a year earlier which had left her with a decidedly feminine shape. At the time, I was 18 and her eldest son. She, at 42, was still as gorgeous as ever, despite what she thought about her newfound midsection.
Being in shape always meant a lot to her. She still had a fit body, which was built by long distance running and lots of yoga in her bedroom. Her arms and legs still looked tone for a woman her age, or any age really. The extra weight she put on really bothered her as she poked at it.
“That’s what you can do for me,” she replied, poking at her belly a few more times. “I’ve gotten my energy back since delivery, and I desperately want to get back in shape. It’s not easy at my age. Do you think you can help push your mother with a good workout routine and some motivation? We’ve still got a lot of old gym equipment in the garage that we could use.”
“Mom, you’re being way too hard on yourself. You look great the way you are. I’m serious.”
“Thanks, but I still love being fit while I can still do it. It’s a healthy obsession, I’d say.”
I gave her a skeptical look. “It would be kind of awkward, don’t you think? You know, with me having to watch you do reps with weights and all that. Why don’t you go to the gym instead? They’ve got all the best equipment, not to mention that they have personal trainers who are used to dealing with women your age… no offense mom.”
“Gyms today are so crowded,” she scoffed. “Plus, you know how much of a clean freak I am. All of the machines and lockers have got to be covered with germs and bacteria; I read about it on the news.”
“Seriously? I walked past the gym at the mall and it was less than half full. It looked spotless as well. There are a lot of regulations nowadays about cleanliness too. There’s antibacterial gel all over the place.”
She sighed. “If you want the real reason why I don’t want to go the gym anymore, it’s because it’s filled with students of mine, and the last thing I need is for them to see me working out. And I especially don’t want any of my future or former female students seeing me naked while I’m in the locker room.”
“I guess that makes sense.”
“So what’s it going to be, mister?”
“Well, it looks like I’m not in a position to argue with you,” I replied.
“No, you’re certainly not,” she said with her arms crossed and a stern look.
“Okay, we’ll start whenever you’re ready. I’ll try to think of a routine which would be perfect for you. Not too easy. Not too hard. Just right.”
A big smile appeared on her face and she bent down to give me a hug. “Thanks! I knew you’d see it my way. We’ll start tomorrow after I buy something proper to wear.”
And so it began; every so often my mother and I would meet in the open area of our garage to work out. It started out simple enough, with her wearing sweatpants and a thin sweater. I had her doing basic exercises to begin with, such as a warm on the stationary bike, followed by light weight-lifting and stretching. Or we would spend the entire session doing strictly cardio.
And as time went on, months and months, her fitness casually progressed and so did the confidence she had in her already beautiful body. She started wearing tight spandex pants along with more tightly fitting sweaters on top. And I had her doing more intermediate exercises to go along with all of that.
She always made a point of thanking me whole-heartedly after every workout because she still had assumed that me being her ‘personal trainer’ was still a real drag on my time. But what she didn’t know, and what I obviously didn’t want to tell her, was that I was starting to enjoy our sessions a lot more than I was letting on. It’s one of those things where you don’t know how it happens, but it just does. Maybe it had to do with the fact that we became even closer with the extra time we spent together. Or maybe it had to do with how good and vivacious she looked each time.
“That’s it, one more rep!” I yelled in encouragement as my mother finished her dumbbell rows.
She dropped the weights when she was done and shook her arms around like I taught her, to relieve the tension.
“Phew!” she sighed, breathing heavily. “You’ve really been stepping up these workouts lately. God, I’m exhausted, but I feel great. I don’t think I’ve worked out this hard even when I played sports in college.”
“Well, it’s only because you’ve been improving so fast and your endurance keeps getting better. You’re a real natural at this.”
She smiled and lifted her arm to flex her bicep through her clothes. “Thank you. I guess our family has good genes.”
“If that’s the case, we better hurry up and finish up this last part of your circuit while your heart rate is still up,” I said, pointing to the workout bench for her to do her dumbbell presses. “You get better results that way.”
“Hold on a second, this sweater is killing me.”
My mother casually turned around to pull her thin sweater off and placed it neatly on a nearby table. She stood in her sports bra and took a sip from her water bottle, completely oblivious to the fact that I was in awe over her sculpted body. My eyes quickly glanced around the trickles of sweat glistening on her lower & upper back, shoulders, and her arms. And after she finished her drink, she turned back around to focus on her weight lifting again and I shifted my eyes away as fast as I could.
“Oh, pardon the attire,” my mother said, alluding to the fact that she caught me looking. “I feel a little overheated. Plus I feel more confident wearing something like this, now that I’m in better shape.”
“I can see that. You look great! I mean, I didn’t mind those curves from before; curves are sexy. But your body looks so different now.”
“Thanks!” she smiled, looking down and patting her stomach. “I owe it all to you.”
“You can thank me by hitting these weights.”
I didn’t need to give her much instructions anymore as she bent down to pick up a heavier set of free weights and laid down on the bench to do her dumbbell presses. As usual, I counted the reps for her and made sure that her form was perfect.
But for the very first time, I was seeing her do such a strenuous exercise with her wearing a small top. My eyes were enthralled by the sight of her triceps and shoulders flexing. But more than anything, seeing the muscles in her chest start to flex was making me very aroused. And seeing her breasts being squeezed in her sports bra- wow.
When she finished, she sat up to place the weights on her thighs, took a quick breath, and then put the weights down so that she could get more water. My eyes seemingly had a mind of their own as they roamed her sweaty body. And once again, I was too slow to look away as my mother glanced at me.
She put her hands on her hips and smiled. “Were you just checking me out?”
“What?! Of course not! I don’t know why you would say something like that.”
“You always were a terrible liar,” she said with a smirk. “Come on, every since I took that sweater off I’ve noticed you checking out my body. I’ve even noticed you staring at my chest while I was doing that last set.”
“I’m offended,” I said boldly, but in a half-joking manner. “You asked me to help you workout, and when I monitor your progress, I get accused of being inappropriate.”
“Good point there. But what about that look I saw you giving me when I turned around after taking that sip of water, or you staring at my chest while I was doing those presses, or…”
“Fine…you caught me,” I replied, feeling a little embarrassed. “You look really good in that top. There, I said it. Happy now?”
Her eyebrows rose and she was clearly holding back laughter. “You know, that’s exactly what I was afraid of. I didn’t want to make things distracting for you. That’s why I always kept that sweater on no matter how hot I was getting. Besides, I just bought this sports bra recently, and before that I only had a t-shirt underneath. My nipples would have been an incredible distraction, since I’m still a lactating woman after all.”
“Oh…hearing you say that makes me wish you were in your t-shirt instead.”
“Men…you’re all so predictable,” she said with a snicker. “I just hope that your little fascination with my boobs won’t distract you from our workouts in the future. It’s much more comfortable wearing a sports bra.”
“If you keep wearing outfit like that, I can’t make any guarantees,” I replied humorously.
She wrapped her fingers around the bottom end of her sports bra and swiftly yanked it upwards to expose her bare breasts to me. And I mean everything. Her sweaty tits and nipples were on full display.
“There, you can stop wondering what they look like now,” she said, as if to prove that I was being totally immature over her body parts. “And I hope you get a good look because you won’t be seeing them again. So get it out of your system.”
I was definitely getting an eye full, looking and examining her breasts while they were out. They were round on the bottom, pendulous, and hung down quite a bit. She wasn’t kidding when she mentioned the lactating part because her nipples and areolas were and swollen.
It also seemed as though there were extra fluids around her nipples, and it wasn’t sweat. It was always a light shade of white.
When she felt that I had enough of a look, she yanked her top back down to cover herself once again.
“God…you just made my week,” I told her, almost at a loss for words.
“Was that, ummm, milk dripping out?”
She nodded. “All the pushing and pulling I did has caused my breasts to express a little bit of milk. It’s been that way since we started lifting heavier weights. I didn’t want to mention it before. And it’s the reason I bought the sports bra, so my clothes wouldn’t stain around my breasts while exercising.”
“That would be pretty distracting.”
“It’s something that lactating women secretly deal with. Just don’t bring it up again, and don’t mention it to your father. Now if it’s not too awkward, I still need your help for my post-workout stretching.”
She fixed her top and it was back to work.
As hard as it was, I never brought up the fact that she briefly showed me her breasts to ‘reward’ me for helping her because of how stern her warning was. I didn’t want to risk making her mad and have our private time together end.
But at the same time, she wasn’t oblivious to the fact that I admired her body. When we had dinner that night, she wore a much smaller shirt than what she would normally wear and seemed a little more flirtatious than usual, almost as if to tease me for being attracted to my own mother’s body. So that night, before I went to bed, I did the only thing I could do that point- fantasize about her.
Two days had passed and it was time for our next afternoon workout together using weights. It was Tuesday, which meant that she only taught class early in the morning and would usually use her extra time to do household chores or catch up on her favorite tv shows.
But on that day, I came home from school and noticed a new shopping bag sitting on her bed as I walked by her room.
“Oh…I wasn’t expecting you home so early,” my mother said as she stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed, looking surprised to see me.
“Yeah, well I had a test today and got to leave sooner,” I replied. “So you just went shopping?”
“I purchased a few things. It’s a surprise for your father later tonight.”
“That sounds nice.”
“I think it is,” my mother said with a smile. “I didn’t want to say anything about this before, but the main reason I wanted to get back in shape was for tonight. With my recent pregnancy and your father’s busy career, our love life has really suffered, and I was hoping to really spice things up between us once again. And that’s as far as I’m going to tell you…”