Wrestling with Mom

Its the summer after your first year of college and you're staying at your moms house until semester starts. You are sitting at the table eating cereal when your mother comes home from the gym.

She enters the kitchen and pours herself a cup of coffee, still wearing her gym clothes. Her legs are barely covered by a tiny pair of blue gym shorts and her top is covered by an old sweatshirt.

She leans against the counter and starts to tell you about her session. She tells you that today she was checking her progress by maxing her weights with the help of her trainer. She lets you know that she can bench 185 lbs and squat 235.

You're pretty impressed, being athletic yourself, you also train. You stare absentmindedly at your moms thighs and think to yourself. Even though you can bench more than her, her legs are way stronger.

You snap back to reality when your mom flexes one of her legs quickly as she sips her coffee. She continues to tell you that recently she started taking grappling classes at the gym too. She says she was wondering, since you wrestled in high school, if you would like to come to the gym and have a little, private match.

You sit up straighter in your chair and think about it.