Far too well of course.

"What happened? Tell me everything. You think he's planning something crazy? Did he really have a space he's renting?" The questions continue at a rapid fire pace before your mother is **** to interrupt you.

"Woah! Woah Quinn, calm down." She chuckles at your excitability. "It's fine. I'm fine." You lean in and hug your mother tightly. In all honesty you really were extremely worried and rightly so. The Chris you remember was brutal, violent, and a major sadist. She pushes you off slightly after a moment. "Ok don't hug me I'm all gross. I obviously couldn't shower at Chris's space." You disentangle yourself from your mother. She's still wearing her workout gear, tight black yoga pants with bright pink details and a matching sporty top that squeezes her massive breasts together. On her feet she wore light running shoes with no socks. Her face was still a little flushed with a warm tone from her workout. As the car begins to pull onto the street you speak again.

"You said you did yoga? Did he try anything?"

"Did the big bad bully take advantage of your poor old mom?" she replies teasing you at the worst moment.

"I'm serious!" you almost yell. "I was worried about you! He's evil! He was a monster and he's still a monster!"

"Oh honey, he's not a monster." her attempt at brushing you off only makes you more upset.

"He used to make me drink his piss Mom!" She hesitates as she doesn't really have anything to reply to that with. An awkward silence descends for a moment as you proceed down the street towards home. Finally your mother pipes up.

"Look I know you can't forgive him for the things he's done and I understand because I love you and it hurt me to see what he did to you." You look at your mother, her face is focused on the road, her long, toned arms cutting off the view of her cleavage which you absentmindedly glance toward. "The session went fine. We discussed my routine, my diet, and fitness goals. Since I already have a pretty solid fitness record he just asked me what I was supposed to do today. I told him I usually just jog and do yoga on Tuesdays and that I'd already done my jog early in the morning."

"So he wanted to see you do yoga?"

"Yes to see where my level is at and how good or bad my form is."

"Oh I'm sure that's all he wanted to see." You grumble, knowing well the beautiful sight of your mother in her sexy yoga outfit bending and shifting this way and that, her substantial endowments squeezed tight by the material, her pretty face full of focus and determination at particularly difficult moments. She often did yoga at home in the living room when she didn't want to bother going down to the studio she usually frequented. Many times you had peeked at her, the sound of your beating heart and loud, excited breath covered by the soothing music she liked to play as she performed her routine. You were sure that's what Chris wanted to see and not so he could correct her posture.

"It wasn't like that!" she replied loudly. "His space is very open, there's a big window that gives a good few of the street and lets lots of light in. He gave a few verbal corrections and never tried to touch me inappropriately. Like I said, he was very professional. If anything, I'm impressed he clearly spent his time inside wisely."

"Whatever," you say quickly. "You found out he wasn't bullshitting about trying to be some personal trainer. He's still the same old Chris and I know it! So please don't see him again, let's just try to forget he exists now."

"Sweetie I already said I wasn't going to see him again. Even though free is a good deal for a personal trainer I know it bothers you honey." She says lovingly, reaching over without looking to grab your hand. You meet hers halfway and she squeezes your palm as her fingers interlock with your own. "I just wanted to do a little due diligence and I've done it. I'm convinced he just wants to move on and doesn't have it out for anyone. He only came back to this town because his Uncle offered to set him up a little to keep him off the street."

"Alright," you mumble reluctantly. As your heart finally settles your mother's phone beeps in the cradle on the dash. You see the sender from the email notification that quickly pops up, '[email protected].' "What the fuck? He's emailing you now, he has your email address?" Your mother releases your hand and dismisses the notification, returning both hands to the wheel.

"Yes, alright?" She shrugs. "I told you we did some post yoga meditation which I don't usually do but it felt good and Chris had some soothing music to put on. Like I said he seemed to know his stuff. I asked him to email some tracks to me because I liked the one he played today and they're supposed to help you sleep as well. That's it. That'll be the end of it. Stop this. I've already told you why I went and what happened." Her voice grows hard as she speaks. It's a tone you rarely hear that she usually reserves for hostile witnesses and clients that act out. Even when you acted out as a child she never spoke to you this way, she was always gentle and caring even when you maybe needed some tougher love. It scares you a little, and you turn and look out the passenger side window.

You spend the rest of the ride in an uncomfortable silence. Luckily Chris doesn't send anymore emails. The way your mother spoke to you stung. You were just trying to protect her, even though you know she can handle herself much better than you. You feel so weak and powerless. Even though she says nothing happened and Chris has changed, the terror he put inside you over the years still controls your reactions. You pull into the driveway of your home and exit the car following your mother to the door. When you enter she turns around and hugs you, pulling your head tight to her shoulder. You can smell the scent of her body, a little sour from exercise, as it washes over you.

"I'm sorry I got cross with you," she says, some sadness in her voice. "I know you're just trying to protect your mommy. I love you my darling boy."

"I love you too mom," you reply, feeling flustered as her ample breasts pillow around your neck and shoulders. Your arms wrap around her back and you can feel her warm, smooth skin along with the stretchy fabric of her top. She releases you and you feel your cock stiffened a little from the interaction. Luckily your mom doesn't seem to notice as she begins to move past you in the hall toward the master bedroom.

"Well I need a shower and then I'll get dinner started." She turns as she approaches the door. "Oh how was D&D? Did you have fun with Molly and Edgar? Sorry I didn't ask earlier."

"It's alright mom! I didn't really give you a chance," you reply quickly, having already forgiven her for her earlier terseness after that hug. "Yeah it was fun. We're fighting a war with storm giants. Lot of crazy stuff and fantasy politics and it's mostly stabbing storm giants in the face." Your mother laughs.

"Sounds interesting." She says as she disappears into her room. You're left standing in the hallway your semi-erect dick growing harder as you imagine your mom undressing just on the other side of the door. As you stare, you notice she's left it slightly open and you could probably widen the gap without making any sound. It's been a while since you peeked on your mother changing. You used to do it when you were younger, before you understood your feelings were sexual even. Eventually the shame at violating her privacy overcame the pleasure of seeing her beautiful form and you stopped. However, the stress of the events of the past day has lowered your inhibitions and affected your thinking. The fear of your mother, the one you care most for in the whole world, being alone with Chris has merged with and amplified your taboo lust. You love her. You know you do more than a son is supposed to love his mother. You managed a long time ago to put it mostly out of your mind but this episode has brought it boiling to the surface stronger than ever.