I collapsed in a lounge chair by our pool after a hard eight-mile run. It was right in the middle if wrestling season, and I was bound to keep my undefeated record intact. At six-two and 160 pounds, I was in probably the toughest class, because the group of wrestlers in that weight class needed to be as quick as the featherweights and as strong as the heavyweights. The conditioning was murder but the excruciating exercise toned my hard, muscular body to the point that I carried almost no fat – all muscle. The last time I had my body-mass index checked, mine was 4%; about the same class as Olympic swimmers. To accompany my hard body, I had the disposition of a wounded lion.
As my body began to cool, with nothing on but the brief, silky running shorts, I dove into the pool and swam the length of it underwater. Swimming was a great exercise for stretching and loosening up might sore muscles. I swam 10 more laps in our large pool before pulling myself out to sit on the edge of the pool. I watched as a shadow appeared close to me, and I shaded my eyes as I turned and looked at my mother. Her body was perfectly toned with barely a sag to her large breasts. When a few of my friends came over, they gravitated quickly to her, leaving their dates to fume and glare at my mom. She had a better body than all of them and she knew it.
Her name was Kate, short for Katherine.
"Hi, Mom. "
"Hey, handsome, I brought you a big glass of lemonade to help you cool off. "
She wore a bikini that was about too sizes too small for her. She sat down next to me and dangled her legs in the water. She ran her hands down my right arm, across my washboard stomach, and down my thigh trying to squeeze my leg. I tried not to look at her but I couldn't resist. She had short blond hair with bangs straight across her forehead. Her greener and green eyes stared at me with a distinct sparkle. When she smiled, her red lips revealed a beautiful contrast with her white teeth. I knew she was just flirting, but I began to feel the blood starting to engorge my nine-inch cannon. It almost disgusted me to have these feelings for my own mother, but my social life was almost nil with all the sports I played. Conditioning was so time-consuming; I didn't have time to date. My gorgeous mother glanced briefly at my crotch where a tent was beginning to sprout. She looked back into my eyes and I pushed off the side of the pool back into the water. I turned to face her, pushing my cock against the side of the pool in an effort to push my hard-on into submission. I only got worse has she leaned over to splash some water on her legs. I thought her huge breasts were going to burst out of her top. In my mind, I could picture myself licking and sucking on those two beauties.
"Is it working?" She had a gleam in her eye.
"Is what working? My face was as red as a beet.
"You know, Keith. You know exactly what I mean," she replied with an evil grin.
With that, I turned and began swimming with powerful strokes to the other side of the pool. I heard my mother laugh loudly as she got up and strolled back into the house, rolling her firm ass seductively because she knew I was watching. My cock had grown as hard as a rock and it took a lot of swimming before I could get it down enough to get out of the pool.
I grabbed my t-shirt and held it in front of my groin as I dashed through the kitchen to take a shower.
"Lunch is almost ready, Hon. Hurry back"
I turned the water on cold, but I needed some release. I lathered up my cock and began stroking quickly as I closed my eyes and thought of plunging my rod into my own mother's pussy. I felt my balls tightening for the explosion. Just as I started shooting streaming gobs of cum against the shower wall, my mother came in the door and right up to the glass shower door. My head was back as far as it would go and my hand was squeezing the last drops of my thick man juice, I heard her as," Are you about finished? Lunch is ready and you've been in the shower long enough for you to get all of your body clean as I can clearly see. "
I was filled with shame that she had caught me jerking off in the shower. As soon as she walked out, I turned off the water, got a towel and began drying myself quickly. I wrapped the sodden towel around my waist, dashed to my bedroom, threw on a baggy t-shirt, a jock strap for protection, and pair of ragged jeans.
Feeling safe, I entered the kitchen to see my mom dancing to some rock music, looking like a stripper in the movies. When she saw me, she put he hand over her mouth and giggled like a little girl.
"Whoa. You caught me. I'd love to be a stripper if I weren't so old. "
"Mom, thirty-nine is not old. Besides, your dad left me five years ago for a twenty-one year-old piece of ass. I guess I wasn't enough of a woman for him," she sighed deeply.
I walked over to her as she hung her head. I put my hands on her shoulders and whispered to her," you are the most gorgeous woman in the world. I even get jealous when some of the guys start drooling over you. "
"You do?" She asked as she looked lovingly into my eyes. She also had a longing look that made me nervous but excited me, too.
"Oh, honey, I love you so much. "
She wrapped her arms tightly around me, hugging me fiercely with a strength I never knew was there. There was a hint of movement as her pussy rubbed against my cock. She then looked up to me, put her hands on my cheeks and gave me a tender kiss on my mouth. As quickly as the kiss started, she pulled away and turned her back to me.
