She had tried numerous times to get me on a weight-lifting regiment. XXX And her legs were spread for me, even though all she had on was thin underwear. I wanted her so badly that I had not even been able to wait to get upstairs. Her hand slid with it, pushing my shorts up a little, her warm fingers brushing against my skin. “So is this the muscle you’re doing now, mom?” She nodded. She worked out almost every day but the weekend was the only time I was home to see it. I ground my hips down while working my legs. The undersides of her breasts were in plain sight, so far had her nightie fallen. The bench was thigh-high for her. Then I gasped when I discovered a full-page image of her towards the end of the catalogue. I guess she was just comfortable with her body — understandable, given how amazing it was, and necessary, given her profession.
