Phase I.IV- First contact

Maybe I'm just getting used to it, but work-outs have been easier recently.

Ange put her weights down to take a swig of water from her bottle. She wasn't sweating as much when she did her exercises. In fact, she felt more relaxed too. Maybe it was some changes she had made. Since they were less prone to getting ruined now, she was wearing more of the women's exercise gear.

It actually felt more comfortable than her previous masculine outfit. A lot more flexible too, and apparently, didn't trap as much heat. She actually found exercises more satisfying and invigorating in these outfits (though, if she had one complaint, the leggings kept getting shorter and shorter. This orange one was barely halfway up her thigh). She could even see a scar she had gotten once on her thigh while chasing a perp on the subway)

She also started using an exercise ball. She usually didn't use one, but she wanted to try some new exercises she was researching online to go along with the outfits. While these were still exercises focused on the muscles and cardio, they weren't as active or aggressive as her other exercises. In one, she had to move around to the beat of music. It was actually fun, and kept her moving.

She took another swig, and returned to the ball. She could feel her hair drop 3/4ths the way down the ball. How long has it been since I had a haircut.

Almost shoulder length hair aside, she picked up her weights and began lifting them rhythmically.

And perched in his room watching was Ben. Since seeing his mother naked and her new form-fitting suits, he actually began to set his alarm specifically to come and see his mom exercise.

As he looked at her, especially now that she started using the ball, he started to use his imagination. The images of her naked body floated in his head, and started to colliding with her increasingly tiny exercise outfits. He was picturing his mother naked, writhing and posing on the ball, her athletic form on full display. Less of an exercise session and more of an erotic modeling session.

And since it was so erotic, he began rubbing his crotch as he watched his mother move her body. He could just see the contours of her bodies, the various little details, as she moved in her skimpier outfits.

Eventually, he put his hand in his pants, and began stroking his penis.

Finally Ange stopped, and was putting away her weights, when she caught a brief glimpse of Ben looking at her. Ben grew wide-eyed and ducked. He crawled to put on some clothes, praying his mom didn't see much.

Ange saw her son staring and ducking, and dismissed it as him getting up early. It happens.

She rolled up her mat, and headed back to the gym. As she looked around, she noted that there were clothes strung around the place. Hell, the whole house was full of clothes just strung around, discarded anywhere and everywhere. Ange sighed. Tim was the clean one of the family. After his ****, they both had gotten really busy and they both didn't have time to clean or at least the will.

Ange looked around. Well, I'm not as busy now. She had been going around town all week for errands, but since she didn't have a high pressure job anymore, she might have more time to clean up. Make sure this big luxurious house was well-kept.

She decided to start by picking up all the discarded clothes and putting them in the hamper before starting her shower.

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Ben very carefully moved to the kitchen, nervous about the incident in the morning.

Ben heard the stove and some scrapping, and came in to find his mother, wearing an apron, trying to get a burnt piece of toast off the pan. She was still wearing a detective suit (now tan and orange), but she was wearing what seemed to be a new white apron. Not a manly one either, with its tightness to her figure and the frills to its side.

"Whatcha doin' there, Angel.... I mean, Ange." Ben remembered his mom got annoyed by that nickname when his father tried to call her that. Usually ended with a slap to the face. Apparently, her father would call her that as a term of endearment, but since her masculinity was present from a very young age, it only irritated her, especially how he would say it to sometimes demean her. She would only take "Ange" from then on. No "Angelica", except for some occasions or especially Angel.

Ange was briefly irritated by the use of "Angel", but shrugged it off.

"Just trying to make some good toast for breakfast. I'd use the toaster, but.... I want to practice my skills at cooking a little. Hone them, because I never had to do it."

"Well, so far it doesn't seem to be going well."

"Yeah."

"Here."

Ben took the spatula and tossed the toast in the garbage.

"Let's try to make our breakfast edible, at least."

Ben turned down the heat on the oven, and sliced another piece of bread. He let it become slightly crispy and brown and flipped it.

"Huh."

"You don't want to burn the toast when you're trying to make it crispy."

"I know, but.... I didn't know how."

"Well, let's do it together." Ben gave Ange the spatula back.

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Ben and Ange eat their sandwiches, hard earned by their labor.

"These are delicious." Ange scarfed down another one.

"They turned out well" Ben took another bite, and drank his milk. "You got the hang of it quickly."

"I'm hoping I did. I'm going to cook tonight."

"Don't burn anything."

The two laughed, before discussing their plans.

"Gonna get some of the ingredients for the recipes in your grandma's cookbook. Then.... actually I don't know." Ange considered, and said "I might need to think of something. How 'bout you?"

"Still sending out applications."

"That's good. Again, not gonna bust your balls over it, but having a job would be very helpful for your social life."

Ben paused for a minute. Is she talking about this morning?

"What do you mean?"

Ange also paused. How do I explain this?

"Just... you can make a lot of new friends, find some company, find maybe the one. Like I did with your father."

Ben still wasn't sure if his mom had suspected he was jerking off. Ange didn't know how to address his problems and didn't want to address his video game problem.

Ben decided to deflect: "Yeah, yeah, I get that. I think I can make new friends at a new job."

"That's good."

The two finished their breakfast, and got ready for their respective days.

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As Ange drove into the driveway and got out of the car, she could see her neighbor's front porch, with Sita (wearing a blue dress with two white stripes on the top and skirt and four pink stripes surrounding the white stripes, a rainbow cardigan, and a big blue bow on her head) standing near the doorway, talking to an extremely attractive blonde woman in a green housedress with polka dots and an apron with a rose on it.

Outside the porch was a stroller, or at least an old-timey stroller, one Ange would see in a cartoon.

Sita eventually kissed the blonde woman on the lips and took the stroller.

The blonde woman came outside to see her off. Ange took a closer look at her. She was average height. Her hair was in a bouffant/side part hair style. She had green petticoats under her skirt. She was wearing a lot of make-up and she looked like she was in her mid-30's. Yet, the roundness of her face, her brown eyes, and distinctive smile gave her away to Ange.

"Hello!" Ange waved to Debbie Saperstein who approached.

"Oh, hello!" Deb approached the fence separating the two houses. "You must be the new neighbor. Sita told me I might know you."

"Detective Angelica Lopez. We've met a few times."

Debbie stood and tried to remember, before it came to her.

"Yes, the Martin case! You were that detective who asked if they could go to the bathroom during their testimony!"

"Yep, and the judge actually granted it."

The two women giggled.

"You look great, Doc! You look younger!"

"It's this wonderful place in town, the Stepford Spa, where they can work miracles. I look and feel younger."

"Spas ain't my thing, but I'm still learning to 'get out of my comfort zone.' So, never say never."

"Indeed. We ought to talk more. Come inside for some tea."

"No, I gotta take these groceries inside. I'm making a big Italian meal for me and my son."

"Oh, wonderful. Are you and your son close?"

"We're getting there. "

"I still want to talk with you sometime. Maybe tomorrow?"

"I don't have anything, so sure, let's meet tomorrow." Ange held out her hand. "Great to see you again, Doctor Saperstein."

"It's Debbie now. Or Mrs. Saperstein-Vasudevan."

Debbie turned and walked to the porch. As she sat, she stared out with a blank smile. Ange just took her stuff in the car.

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No matter what she saw, Ben realized: he was fantasizing a lot about his mother recently, especially since she started wearing more feminine exercise clothes.

After completing the ice level again on New Super Mario Bros. and checking his emails, he decided to tamper this all down by gathering all of his mom's masculine workout outfits, and washing them in the sink to distract himself and get some of Ange's exercise clothes back. Ange hadn't really thought to clean it in the sink while they waited for a washing machine , but Ben had done it a few times when he was alone back at their NYC apartment. Ben hoped to make his mother more comfortable while exercising in the morning (and hopefully avoid her increasingly revealing figure.)

Ben was cleaning all of Ange's clothes, including her male workout clothes and her underwear, in the gym bathroom sink (large enough to clean the clothes in) and was even planning on driving to a dry cleaners for the suits.

However, as Ben grabbed one of the panties, he caught a whiff of the smell, and something began to snap. He began to smell it further, and he suddenly felt aroused. And with the arousal came the return of the fantasies. His mother becoming a super model. Watching her show her body.

Ben couldn't take it anymore, and after looking around just in case, took out his penis and rubbed the panty on it. He began jerking off with it, making it fully erect.

Little did Ben realize that Ange would've returned home a little ahead of time due to the short lines at the grocery. Ange dropped the groceries in the kitchen, and tried to find Ben.

She searched the downstairs, noting again the clothes on the ground, and that she might need to pick them up. She heard something in the gym and headed to the bathroom.

There, she froze, stunned by the image of her son's fully erect penis. Her panties were being smashed into it. He seemed to be washing her dirty clothes.

She stared for a couple second, while Ben, with his eyes closed, paid her no heed. She slowly backed away, and headed through the gym to the hallway. She stumbled back to the kitchen and fell into the seat.

She didn't know what was happening. She knew that she should be disgusted by her son using her panties to masturbate or the image of her son's penis and its size. It was much larger than his father's.

She knew it was wrong, but... she was aroused by her son's penis. Ange couldn't take her mind off of it. The image remained in her mind.

She also realized that, without being asked to or her complaining, Ben had been washing her clothes. She smiled. That's so sweet. Even though she had decided to embrace these girly exercise clothes, she loved that her son was considerate enough to actually do it.

She wished she had thought to do it in the sink. They had detergent after all. She hadn't had to use a sink or a wash bucket for years. How could she not have known that? Ange sighed, thinking about how she should also try to clean the clothes as well. Even use the bathroom if need be.

She was struck with awe and accomplishment that Ben was able to figure this out and do something so good for her. Even if she wasn't going to wear those outfits anymore. Just the fact he was taking charge showed that he was becoming more of a man.

Soon, the image of the penis came back, leaving her conflicted. Very happy that her son did something monumental for her, but also having seen his penis and being aroused by it.

"Oh, hey you're home!"

Ange was broken from her trance by Ben, who emerged in the living room door. Ange examined Ben, his clothes all wet from washing her clothes, and her panty nowhere in sight.

"Yeah, I got the ingredients for dinner. It was a fast day to get them. How was your day?"

"Not much. I decided to clean your clothes in the gym sink. Get some of your old exercise clothes back so you can feel more comfortable and normal exercising."

"Baby, thank you so, so much. I really, really appreciate it, especially how you thought of me and my needs and how to do it. That said, I like the ones your father bought me way back when. I really like how much comfortable it is and how it doesn't make me sweaty. But, because you took the initiative to do it, I want to give you a little reward."

She got up, walked over and knelt a little to hold his face. SHe moved it slightly to kiss his cheek, but as she got closer, his presence sparked the memory of his dick and all the conflicting feelings that brought about. Her hands shifted again as a result, and Ange ended up kissing Ben right on the lips.

The two kissed for several seconds before they were taken aback. They just stared awkwardly at each other for some more seconds, not sure how to address the situation. Eventually, without talking, they slowly walked back from each other: Ben retreating to his room, Ange to the kitchen.