Ask her to train with you

Jake’s pulse was racing, but not from the workout. Karens yoga pants clinging to her juicy ass, the tight tank top showing off more skin than he’d ever seen her show. He knew it wasn’t just a coincidence, knew the app had shifted something inside her, made her a little more open, a little more ****. But even with those small victories, he couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at him. He was about to push things further, and normally, she’d never let him.

But now? Now he could touch her. Now, she’d *let* him.

As he sat up, sweat slick on his skin, Jake paused and looked at her. She was still holding his legs, her grip tight, her breathing shallow. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and for a second, he almost lost his nerve. This was his mom someone who he never thought would behave like that. But the app had changed that.

“Hey,” he said, forcing his voice to sound steady, even though his chest felt tight. “Why don’t you join me? You said you liked fitness, right? We could, uh, train together.”

Her brow furrowed for a second, and Jake’s stomach twisted. She was going to say no, to laugh him off. But then something shifted, her shoulders relaxing slightly, and she nodded. “Yeah... sure. I guess I could use the exercise.”

His heart skipped a beat. It was working.

She stood up, stretching out her arms, her tank top rising just enough to show a sliver of her stomach. Jake couldn’t believe she’d agreed so easily. Normally, she wouldn’t even think about training with him, getting close like this, but now... now, she was obeying. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool as he got up from the floor.

“I’ll show you the movements,” he said, his voice a little shaky. He placed his hands on her waist, gripping her hips, feeling the soft curve of her fat ass pressing against his thighs as he moved her into position. But his Mom didn’t pull away. She didn’t even flinch. Her body melted into his grip as he positioned her, her back brushing against his chest, his hands lingering on her hips just a moment longer than necessary.

Jake’s head spun. *This shouldn’t be happening,* he thought. She’d never let him do this before—touch her like this, guide her body this way. But here he was, hands on her waist, his chest inches from her back. She could smell the sweat on him, feel the heat coming off his skin. And she wasn’t stopping him.

“Okay, first, we’ll start with some lunges,” he said, his voice a little rough. He stepped in close, almost too close, standing behind her. His breath was warm on her neck as he leaned forward to demonstrate, his hands still resting lightly on her hips, guiding her. He could feel her body tense under his touch, but she didn’t move away. Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as she followed his movements, his scent filling her senses.

Jake’s heart pounded. She was *right there*, her body pressed against his as he showed her how to move, his hands sliding down to her thighs to guide her form. Normally, she’d never allow it. She’d push him away, call him out. But now, she just followed, doing what he told her, letting him get closer than ever. She was too focused, too deep in the feeling to question it.

Jake could barely think straight. His hands were on her hips, her fat ass brushing against his crotch as she followed his movements. He couldn’t believe how easy it was, how she didn’t even seem to notice the shift, the way she was letting him guide her, control her. Normally, his Mom would’ve thrown him out, told him to fuck off. Now, she was following him like it was nothing.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He moved around to face her, close enough that their bodies almost touched. The sweat on his skin was thick now, glistening under the light, his scent strong in the small space between them. He could see her nostrils flare slightly, her pupils dilating, even though she was trying not to show it. She was breathing in his sweat without even realizing it, her body responding in ways she couldn’t control.

He reached out, gently adjusting her arm as she lifted the weights. His fingers brushed against her skin, and for a second, he froze, waiting for her to snap, to push him away. But she didn’t. She just looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, her breath catching for a moment. He could feel the tension between them, thick and electric, as if something was about to break.

*This is insane,* Jake thought. He was touching her, standing close enough that his sweat practically mingled with hers, and she was letting him. Her submissive kink—the one he’d planted—was working. She was following his lead, doing what he told her, craving his presence, his touch, his scent.

Jake’s heart pounded in his chest. The app had worked, and now he was in control.