Caroline was cumming again. It seemed as though she could feel every inch of her body all at once. Every bead of sweat running down her ever improving body, the pull of her hairband tight around her straight brown hair, her tits bouncing almost violently with the motion of her body. Caroline could feel it all as she looked behind her at her son Clayton, 22 years her junior and barely able to keep up with her. As her orgasm passed Caroline couldn't help but think of how much she loved their time together.
Clayton was sweating intensely trying to keep up with his mother. It seemed like only yesterday he had been begging her to do this with him and now, as he looked down at her sexy ass bouncing in front of him, he wondered just how long he could keep this up. As she slowed her pace a bit Clayton was able to gasp, "What are you trying to do Mom, kill me?"
Caroline slowed to a walk as they made it to her driveway. Laughing at her son she said, "Listen, this was your idea remember. I was content with my old routine of working and then reading a book, although I have to admit I am enjoying this a lot, and I am loving the results. My body hasn't looked or felt this good in years."
Clayton looked over his mom and couldn't agree more. He had always been attracted to her, and since they had been running together her body had gotten extremely tight. She had even started running in tight shorts and a sports bra, making it hard for Clayton to stay focused and not get hard in front of her. He always looked forward to the after workout shower at home were he could fantasize about his mom while soaping up and stroking his six inch rod.
"I know it was my idea mom, but sometimes you just get in a zone or something and take off on me," he replied. "I don't know what comes over you but I can barely keep pace," he added.
Caroline smiled to herself, thinking of all the orgasms she has had since they started jogging together. "Sorry honey, I don't know what gets into me. It just feels so good to be outside running and sweating and........I don't know it just feels good and I go with it. I'll try not to run away from you anymore, but you should pick up the pace a bit too," she said. "Hell you're 22 years younger than me, you should have no problem keeping up with my old ass anyway," she added with a teasing smile.
"Ha ha very funny," Clay replied, "I am keeping up, thank you very much, and you aren't that old anyway." "I found some dirt the other day that was way older than you," he teased back, laughing at his mom while she pushed him on the shoulder.
"So are we on for Wednesday?" Caroline asked her son, "I have to hit the shower and get ready for work."
"No, can you do Thursday?" he asked, "My schedule changed at work, and I have to cover day shift on Wednesday."
"Okay, sounds good to me. Thursday and Friday right?" she asked, making sure. "And don't forget we go up to three miles next week," she added as she stepped in the house and waved goodbye to her son.
Clay waved back, "Okay mom see ya' Thursday. Love you."
"Love you too," Caroline replied.
Caroline loved her shower after a run. The cool water felt so good running over her hot skin. She felt her nipples tighten as the water caressed her entire being. Her pussy was already sensitive from the friction of running and the small orgasms it caused. She always soaped up slowly, paying special attention to all of her sexual areas. She always came hardest in the shower after a good run, thumbing her clit with a finger just inside her ass and her left hand pulling hard on a nipple. No man had ever made her cum like she did in her shower.
Back in his apartment Clayton was doing almost exactly the same thing his mother was doing. Although when Clay soaped up his rod, he was fantasizing about sliding it deep into his mom. He could envision what her tits would look like as he removed her sweat soaked sports bra and sucked on her salty nipples. He wondered how they would feel in his mouth, and if they would get hard. He stroked slowly, feeling his hand move from tip to base, smelling her. Clay used his Moms brand conditioner to stroke with because it smelled like her and it was the best lube he ever used. He imagined what her tongue would feel like against his, and what her lips would taste like if he could nibble them. What would her scent be if she allowed him to peel off her running shorts and take in her sex? Does she shave? Imagining his tongue reaching out for her as she spread herself, inviting him into her sends him into an intense orgasm. Glob after glob of semen flowed from his tip, over his hand, and down the drain. He always came hardest for his mom.
Clayton was a good kid but never really excelled at anything. It was no surprise that after graduation he became under-employed at a local pizza place and moved into an apartment about two blocks away from his parents. When his parents split about a year later he was shocked but nothing really changed for him. He didn't like his dad much and was jealous of him because he was very attracted to his mother. His dad almost disappeared completely after the divorce and now he sees his mom three to five times a week.
Caroline was a good wife and a good mother. If she had any shortcomings as a mother, it would be that she didn't push her son toward success. Some moms would be disappointed that their son worked fast food and lived in a tiny apartment, but Caroline was very proud and very happy that her son was close to her. The divorce was unexpected and very hard on her. She became a little depressed and let herself go just a little bit, and her son was the one thing that kept her going. Now that they were running together three times a week she was feeling great and starting to regain her figure in the process.
Thursday morning came and Clayton tried to keep up with his mom, but Caroline's orgasm driven pace made it difficult, just like every other run day for the past several weeks. Today neither of them had work, so they decided to have a quick breakfast, and that change in routine was the beginning of a very interesting chain of events.
As Clayton followed his mom into the kitchen she surprised him when she turned, raised her arms a bit and said, "Well Clay, what do you think? Am I fuckable yet?"
Clay almost choked, "What?" was all he could get out.
"Am I fuckable?" Caroline repeated, "When your dad walked out on me I felt like shit and I started to look like shit too, but since we've been working out I feel great and I think I look great, so I was wondering what you thought. So do you think anyone would want your old mom or do I still have more work to do?"
"Wow, what a strange thing to ask," Clay started, staring at his moms sexy body, getting hard despite himself. "Yes mom, you are definitely fuckable, but as far as I'm concerned you always have been," he said to her honestly, "Hell, you were the founding member of my spank bank."
"Spank bank, what the hell is that?" she asked, honestly having no idea what he son was talking about. As she did, Caroline leaned back on the table against her palms, unknowingly sticking her sweaty tits out slightly toward Clay.
"Well mom, a spank bank is the mental list of women that a guy uses for his sexual solo missions," he said, "and mom, I can't believe I'm telling you this, but you were the first person I ever thought about while stroking. To be perfectly honest you were the most recent too." He chuckled at himself just a bit after that last part and added, "So to answer your question again, to me you are definitely very fuckable."
"You fantasize about me when you jerk off?" Caroline asked her son in disbelief.
Clay nodded.
Caroline was dizzy. What did this mean? She was sweaty, and horny, and confused.
"So you're telling me that if I dropped my pants right here and bent over this table, you would just come right over here and fuck me. Your own mother?" she asked
