How was I going to explain it? I had lusted after her for so many years, that I didn't have a clue, how to bring the subject up when all we had now, was the two of us. I had watched my parents slog through a very messy divorce and I often wondered why. They are both great people and together, they looked like the ideal couple but I guess things happen, that change lives and this was one for me and for my mother.
My mother is well known in the neighborhood for her activities with kids and young adults, especially, in regards to helping young offenders and their families. Unfortunately, what she did, sometimes, was not well known and I only found out about it by accident. My mother has always been a very open person and her sexuality just radiated from her, not that she flaunted it or anything like that, but just to look at her, was erotic and sexual.
She has an average body but her features are what turns, men on to her. Her lips are fully and pouty and when she licks them, it sends a message to every man around her. It may a mixed message but from the reaction I've seen in men, it is very intoxicating. Her breasts are ample and firm, not overly big but they are in good shape, considering her age. Her hips are shapely and when she walks, they just exude sex. Her legs are long and shaped like they were made to be put around a man's waist and hold him tight as he fucks her wet cunt.
She spends a lot of time on exercise so is in good shape, both mentally and physically. I've watched her many times, exercising and I get an erection every time I do especially when she is on her back, her legs in the air and spread. I've often imagined those legs wrapped around me. The best thing I like to watch her do is work out with her big, medicine ball. She likes to lie on it and roll it back and forth, her breasts squashed against it and I think about them against my chest, every time I see her doing it. I think she knows about my visions but she has never said anything about them until the other day when I was watching her exercising.
She had on a skimpy pair of shorts and a top that might as well not been there, her breasts, hanging out of it, showing off her nipples and their firmness. My cock was immediately, hard when I saw her and I followed her to watch and see what she was going to do. Watching her hips sway as she walked was an instant turn on and I felt that maybe, now that the divorce was over and things had started to settle down a little, I could, maybe make a move on her.
Nervous, hell, I was petrified as I walked into the room. She didn't notice me at first as she was hard at work. I just stood and stared at her as she worked out on the climber/stepper, her firm cheeks filling her shorts and I could see her muscles through them, flexing and grinding as she continued.
I marveled at how toned her body was as she started slowing down her exercise and I could see the sweat pouring off her, dripping down between her breasts, shining and slippery. She was breathing hard and had to stop to relax a little before she started another cycle of exercises. That's when she saw me watching her.
"Hi, baby," she puffed.
"Hey."
"I'm glad you're here. I need your help with the weights."
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, walking over towards her.
"Spot for me, will you?"
"Sure."
I watched her get onto the weight bench and get under the bar, hanging over her head.
"Just stand behind me and help me get started," she said, her shapely hips and legs, straddling the bench.
I got behind her, over her, looking down at her as she reached up for the bar. I could see right down her top, her breasts and hard nipples in full view as she tried to lift the bar off the holder. I reached down and grabbed the bar, helping her get it off the holder and she extended her arms, holding it above her for an instant.
Starting to pump the bar up and down, she quickly seemed to tire. After a few more lifts, she looked up at me and motioned with her eyes for me to help her. As I grabbed the bar, I noticed her looking at the front of my shorts, the bulge in them, very evident. I wasn't in any position to do anything about it at that moment but she seemed, not to be able to keep her eyes off my bulge. As I helped her put the bar back on the holder, she never took her eyes off me and when I stepped back, her eyes followed me, staring at my bulge the whole time.
I didn't know what to do so I just stood and let her look at me, not saying anything. She closed her eyes and I saw the tip of her tongue come out and sultrily, lick her lips, sending a wave of exotic lust through me. I also heard a soft groan come from her as she relaxed on the bench. She finally got up and turned around to face me.
"Do I do that to you?" she asked, motioning towards the front of my pants.
I wasn't sure what to say so I simply said, "Yes."
She smiled at me and came closer.
"I didn't know I affected you so much," she said, standing directly in front of me, her hands on her hips.
I couldn't help myself but I blurted out, "You do this every time to me, Mom. You turn me on so much, I can hardly stand it, being so close to you and wanting you so much."
Her smile remained on her face and she moved even closer so we were only inches apart.
"I'm flattered but why do I turn you on so much?" she asked, not moving, her heaving chest almost touching me every time she took a breath.
"Mom, you've always turned me on, ever since I can remember. I love watching you and I love the sight of you, whenever I see you."
She pulled me to her and hugged me, pressing her body against me, my erection pushing against her crotch, her breasts mashed against my chest, my head just under her chin. I thought I was going to come right there and then. We stood holding each other for a few minutes before she stepped back and looked at me, the smile still on her face.
"You're a very sexy young man and from what I can see, you have a lot to offer a girl."
I didn't say anything, just stood, looking up into her face.
"Why would you want an old body like mine when you have so many to choose from at school?"
"I guess I just like older women," I answered. "There's something, about an older woman that just turns me on so much, I walk around with a hard on most of the time, watching some of the professors and their wives and think about what it would be like to be with them, you know, in bed."
"So any older woman turns you so then."
"You turn me on the most though. I love watching you work out. You are very sexy, you know."
"Well, thank you honey."
"I don't want to bring up some bad memories, but I think Dad made a big mistake, leaving you, sexually, at least," I said, as the smile on her face widened.
"Well, your Dad and I didn't see eye to eye on sex in the first place. Our sex life wasn't all that good but we did achieve one thing, and that's you."
I was really getting nervous now and my erection was straining against my pants so much, I could feel it twitch a couple of times, just looking at her sweaty body. She must have known, just be the look on my face, what I was feeling as her smile deepened, her eyes sparkling, her lips opening, letting her tongue out to quickly lick them, wetting them, making them shine in the sunlight.
"I'm going to need your help again," she said.