Man up

"Two!" The strain is incredible and you have to **** yourself not to loll your tongue out to try to catch your mother's dangling dollop of precum, but if being a man were easy, you'd have done it a long time ago.

"Mmm are you sure, sweety sweats? Mommy's clit tastes sooooo good and her sissy spurts taste even better..." as if to prove her point she takes the precum pooling in her nylons and lifts it to her lips, making a seductive show of sloooowly sucking it off her fingers.

"Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!...huff huff" You push through with a flurry of reps, finding a rhythm and starting to feel an energy and momentum to carry you through, then you feel a stab of pain in your side and your arms start shaking, threatening to drop the weight all together.

"Oh my poor baby arms. Why don't you put it down before you get hurt and take on something more your speed?" She stares down at you with a look of sweet mockery. You look up at her, wanting nothing more than to wipe that smug look of her lovely face. You take a deep breath to cool some of the fiery pain and push past it. Ignoring every natural impulse and order from your body. "Eight! Nine! Ten!" You look up beaming with pride to have hit your first round number in weight lifting.

"Good job, sweety strainy. But you are only a fifth of the way there, and Mommy is getting so horny watching you sweat. Why, I bet my sissy shaft could just slip right up your..."

"Eleven! Twelve! Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen!" You block out the admittedly alluring imagery and focus purely on proving her wrong. "Sixteen! Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty!" She drones on, hypnotic and heavenly tones trying to drag you to Hell, but all you can hear is the pounding of your heart. "Twenty one! Twenty two! Twenty three! Twenty four! Twenty five! Twenty six! Twenty seven! Twenty eight! Twenty nine! Thirty!"

Your mom is pulling out all the stops, including her throbbing sissy shaft which she strokes furiously. She pops the buttons on her tight silk blouse, freeing a breast and taking a moaning mouthful while staring down at you, daring you to surrender.

"Thirty one! Thirty two! Thirty three! Thirty four! Thirty five! Thirty six! Thirty seven! Thirty eight! Thirty nine! Forty!" There is no way you are giving up now. Not when you are so close. You don't care how sexy she looks, how suckable her pouty lips, her swollen nipple, or her swelling shaft look...you will win.

"Forty one! Forty two! Forty three! Forty four!" Somethings wrong...the pain is back worse than ever...only now you can't breath. Your vision is getting blurry. Your arms feel like noodles filled with broken glass. You look up at your mom, expecting to see a seductive sneer and a devious gleam in her eyes. Instead you are shocked to see...hope. All this time, all the toying and teasing...she was testing you, but she wants you to pass. She believes in you...you have to believe in yourself!

"Forty five!" Pain courses through your veins. "Forty six!" Your lungs are a bellows pumping blazing fire. "Forty seven!" Your bones feel brittle, broken into bloody shards. "Forty eight!" You feel tears steaming on the side of your face. "Forty nine!" You can do this...you can...

"Fifty! My lil manly man!" Your mother takes the weights from you and effortlessly places then back on their rest. You lie motionless, beaming knowing you have passed a major hurdle. "That's is, sweety sloth. Catch your breath. You're going to need it for the rest of the workout...and it gets harder from here!"

....

You spend the rest of the day killing yourself to perform entry level exercises while your mom cheers you on. By the end of the afternoon, you are too sore and spent to even take her up on the offer of a reward. You shower sitting down and wait for enough strength to return to your limbs to drag yourself to bed. Your mom said you would need a good night's sleep for tomorrow's lesson, and after today, you believe her.