Stretching

“Come on. Stretch with me! Like this!”

Mom bends over in front of you, jutting her luscious round ass into the air. Her black exercise shorts are tight around her fat globes, accentuating their shape.

The two of you are still in the basement, comfortably isolated from the rest of the house. The sanitized drone of 90’s pop music hums over the basement speakers.

You’re pretty sure your father won’t be coming down to bother you since he tends to respect Mom’s privacy when it comes to her yoga and exercising. Plus, the NFL playoffs are in full swing, and Dad’ll be damned if he ever misses a game.

You press your groin against her big, juicy ass and start grinding your groin against your mother’s soft bottom. She lets out an astonished utterance, but doesn’t move.

“H-honey, what are you doing?” she asks.

It’s impossible to suppress the smug grin that spreads across your face.

“What does it look like, Mom? I’m stretching.”

She shifts slightly. This has the amusing effect of nudging your hard, clothed cock between her ample buttcheeks. She shivers.

“Um, that’s great, sweetie, but do you really need to touch me back there to do it?”

You push against her with your hips, effectively dry humping her.

“I think I do, Mom. Is that a problem?”

She shakes her head. Her auburn tresses waggle back and forth. An image of Tiffany’s beautiful, smiling face wreathed by her fire-red hair crosses your vision before vanishing moments later.

“No, it’s just a little strange, that’s all. But if it helps, it helps.”

“Thanks Mommy, I knew you’d understand,” you reply, amazed at how easy she is to manipulate now. All throughout your life, she’d always been this unflappable, almost totalitarian **** in your life. Now, she’s basically putty in your hands; yours to reshape however you see fit.

You lean over her and grab her tits through her sports bra. They’re soft and malleable, even through the constraining article of clothing.

Mom lets out a soft moan.

“John…”

“Mhm.”

You continue rubbing your cock up and down Mom’s asscrack while squeezing her tits.

“Is it okay if we try out a different stretch?” she asks, her voice soft, almost demure. You didn’t think you’d ever hear your mother speak to you that way.

You grab the lower parts of her bra and lift them upward, exposing her huge tits. Your hands find Mom’s exposed titflesh almost immediately.

She lets out a shuddering breath.

“Sure thing, Mommy. It’s okay if I play with your tits while we do that, right?”

Mom chuckles and looks back at you for the first time since you’d gotten in this position. Her cheeks are flush red and her full lips are smiling at you.

“Of course, honey. Mommy’s breasts exist to serve you however you need.”

If your throbbing cock wasn’t rock-hard before, it certainly is now. You push your hips against her again, spearing your cock between those full ass globes.

“You’ll let me do anything with them, right? Like, if I wanted to stick my dick between them like I did yesterday, you’d let me do that?”

Your mother quirks an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure the coarse language is needed, but yes. I’d let you do that to my breasts right now if you wanted,” she pauses. “Is that what you want?”

You ponder it for a few moments before shaking your head. You’d already done that sort of thing with Mom, and while it’d been amazing you still have other things you want to try with here. Thankfully, her post-hypnotic trigger still seems to be working like a charm.

“Nah, we can always do that again later. Why don’t you show me that new stretch you wanted me to try?”

She gives you a stiff nod.

“Sure. Let me up.”

You let go of her and she stands up stiffly. She pats herself down before glancing before glancing behind herself. She reaches a hand back and grabs her gym shorts with two fingers, pulling the material from deep in her asscrack.

She brushes herself off before facing you, and you feast your eyes on your mother’s huge knockers. You bite your lip as you remember using them like a pillow.

Her sports bra sits higher on her chest.

Noticing your gaze, she glances down.

“Ah, I should probably take this off. No sense in looking ridiculous,” she remarks off-handedly, like it’s not a big fucking deal that she’s exposing herself to her own son. She grabs the undersides of her bra and lifts it upward, tossing it on the nearby mat. “God, I really hope your father doesn’t come down here.”

Your dick throbs with arousal, and you shake your head in confusion. Why does the idea of your dad finding you here with your topless mother excite you? Do you want to humiliate her in front of him? Or do you really want to embarrass your father? To show him that his wife would do things with her own son that she’d never imagine doing with him?

You’re not sure. All you know is that the days of your parents belittling or ignoring are over. You’re in the driver’s seat now. Whatever happens between you and them is entirely up to you. Surprisingly, the idea isn’t terribly liberating.

Whatever. Mom’s staring at you now, and you try to recall what it was she just said. Ah, now you remember.

“Yeah, that’d be bad, wouldn’t it? Dad doesn’t know why your breasts exist, does he?”

Mom shakes her head.

“No, your father certainly doesn’t know anything like that and it’s going to stay that way. Do I make myself clear?” she puts her hands on her hips. She usually did that when she wanted to impress her authority upon you. Needless to say, it doesn’t work, but that doesn’t mean you won’t play along for amusement’s sake.

“Absolutely. If Dad found out you let me use your tits as a pillow, he’d probably strangle me.”

Mom snorts.

“And report me to the authorities,” she mutters under her breath. “Before taking every last dime he can in the impending divorce, the bastard. Whatever. It’s neither here nor there. Now, for this next stretch, we’re going to lie on our backs and stick our legs up in the air.”

You like the sound of that.

“Oh, that sounds interesting. Can I watch you do it first?”

Mom smiles genially.

“Of course.”

She lowers herself down to the mat and lies down on her back. Her tits jiggle and wobble with her movements before she finally settles herself.

“Now, pay close attention. I’m going to stick my legs straight up in the air. Like this.”

She does as she describes, lifting her legs until they’re almost perpendicular with the rest of her body. You take a moment to admire her thick, creamy thighs. She didn’t used to be in such good shape. Oh, she’d never been overweight or anything, per se, but she’d used to absolutely hate exerting herself performing athletic tasks. But over time, it seemed her friends had adopted a fitness mindset and it had rubbed off on her. And while you didn’t approve of anyone influencing your mom (except for you, of course), the results spoke for themselves. You’d gone from being made fun of for your mother’s weight to being jeered at for having a sexy MILF for a mother, all within the span of a year or two.

What was worse is that you had noticed her, too.

While Jared and all your other peers were busy marveling as the girls in your age bracket went through puberty, you’d been captivated by your mother’s, well, more developed body. And it hadn’t stopped there. You’d started noticing Tiffany, too. And your teachers (you’d just graduated, so none of them should be particularly difficult to find). Your aunt (her lake house is out of state, so you’ll need a car or at least someone to drive you if you want to visit her, but on the plus side, she lives alone, barring the occasional visit from your cousin). Your neighbor, Mrs. Hughs (you make a note to think of an excuse to go visit her sometime soon. Her husband is a bit of a workaholic and isn’t around very often). Sharon. Eventually it got to the point that you couldn’t hold a conversation with an attractive older woman without thinking about what she looked like naked.

“Do you think you’re ready to try it on your own?” your mother’s voice drags you from your thoughts. She’s looking up at you from her position on the floor. Her legs are still pointed upwards.

“Uh, in a little bit. I was thinking you could spread your legs and maybe incorporate that into the stretch.”

Mom blinks. She eyes you suspiciously for a few moments.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she swallows uncomfortably. You wonder if she’s started to notice how your gaze has lingered on the lower portion of her body.

“Oh, come on. Please, Mommy. Just spread your legs for me. As far as you can without hurting yourself.”

Mom’s face brightens visibly.

“Why, of course, sweetie. Right away.”

She shifts her legs outwards, grabbing her calves with her hands. Her shorts stretch, getting pulled tightly against her skin. You catch a faint outline of her pussy in the black shorts.

“Is this good?” she lets out a grunt. “I feel like I’ll pull something if I go any further.”

You nod.

“That’s great. Please, Mommy, stay like that until I say stop.”

“Okay, if that’s what you want,” Mom replies easily. Her hands stay on her legs, and she keeps looking up at you, seemingly waiting to see what you do next.

You approach your mother and kneel down in front of her, between her spread legs. Your eyes fall on her huge breasts again, and you can’t resist reaching over her to cop another feel of them. They’re so soft and squishy.

Mom giggles happily.

“I’m so happy you enjoy Mommy’s breasts, baby.”

You smile.

“Was it that obvious?” you give her nipple a pinch.

She bites her lower lip.

“To put it lightly.”

Her deep blue eyes sparkle with excitement. You’re tempted to order her to leave the house with you and drive you someplace, maybe get a hotel room. Then you could have her do, well, whatever you wanted her to do. Your gaze lowers to the outline of her pussy, more obvious to the eyes now that you’re closer to her. You dearly want to have sex with her, to finally cross the final boundary and make her yours.

But it’s too risky, now. Dad and Tiffany could pop in at any moment. They’d most certainly be drawn down here by any lewd noises. Maybe you’d try it if it were just you, Mom, and Tiffany in the house, since at least you have some sway over your sister’s mind. But your father’s a completely different story. He’s an obstacle. An indomitable outcropping of rock sitting upon the place you’d like to build a life for yourself.

It won’t be like that forever, though.

“Hm? Did you say something?”

Huh. You hadn’t realized you’d vocalized your final thought out loud.

“It was nothing,” you put your free hand on her left thigh, stopping when you reach the edge bottom of her shorts. “Just so we’re clear, I can touch you wherever I want when we’re stretching like this, right?”

She nods rapidly.

“Yes, and however you want, too. Don’t forget about that part!” she says proudly.

Your manhood throbs painfully.

Would it really be so bad if you did something with her? You’re experienced now. You’ve had sex two times today. You think you can keep any noises down to a minimum. And with Mom’s posthypnotic suggestions allowing you to basically order her to do whatever you want, you could order her to be as quiet as a mouse.

You look back at the basement stairwell. There’s a partial wall between the basement and the upper part of the stairs. If someone opened the door and decided to come down, you’d have maybe five or ten seconds before they saw anything.

Too close.

You examine the basement. It’s carpeted and modestly furnished with a few chairs and a couch. And that was ignoring the exercise equipment and yoga mat. The couch sat on the other end of the room, along the wall furthest from the stair landing.

You turn back to face your mother. She’s still staring at you.

“So, have you learned anything yet? It’s pretty easy, right?”

“Yep,” you agree, glancing downwards again. The outline of her cunt beckons you, tempting you with its shape and proximity. Abruptly, you lower a hand between her legs and rest it against her clothed pussy.

Mom lets out an adorable squeak. Her eyes widen comically, but she takes a deep breath, calming herself.

You smirk as you start rubbing her pussy, enjoying the soft moans that escape her willing throat.

“It’s pretty easy.”

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