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Opis ebooka Sinful Mothers Mega-Bundle – Books 1 - 12 (Taboo Erotica Incest Erotica Mother Son Erotica Family Sex Erotica Bundle Erotica Collection) - Taboo Inc.

‘Sinful Mothers Mega-Bundle’ features books 1 – 12 of the Sinful Mothers series.  Read how sultry, mature mothers take their son’s virginal cocks in desperate fashion, deflowering the very men closest to them and dominating them with their sexual experience.Cum gets spilled everywhere as these older women get exactly what they want and sometimes a little more!  Featuring innocent virgin sons, hot creampies, mature moms and sinful incest – you’ll love it!Stories Include : 'I Fucked My Son At Ballet Class,' 'Creampied By My Son in the Gym,' 'I Fucked My Son In The Car,' 'Fucking My Son Through the Glory Hole,' 'My Son's Graduation Fuck,' 'Fucking My Son in the Hot Spring,' 'My Son Came Inside Me,' 'Fucking My Son in His Cell,' 'I Need My Son's Hot Cum,' 'Mommy's Virgin Stablehand,' 'My Son Is My Secretary And I'm Gonna Fuck Him,' and 'I Fucked My Son By the Pool.'

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Sinful Mothers Mega-Bundle – Books 1 - 12

(Taboo Erotica Incest Erotica Mother Son Erotica Family Sex Erotica Bundle Erotica Collection)

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Copyright © 2017 by Taboo Inc.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  All characters 18+.

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About This Book:

‘Sinful Mothers Mega-Bundle’ features books 1 – 12 of the Sinful Mothers series.  Read how sultry, mature mothers take their son’s virginal cocks in desperate fashion, deflowering the very men closest to them and dominating them with their sexual experience.

Cum gets spilled everywhere as these older women get exactly what they want and sometimes a little more!  Featuring innocent virgin sons, hot creampies, mature moms and sinful incest – you’ll love it!

Stories Include : 'I Fucked My Son At Ballet Class,' 'Creampied By My Son in the Gym,' 'I Fucked My Son In The Car,' 'Fucking My Son Through the Glory Hole,' 'My Son's Graduation Fuck,' 'Fucking My Son in the Hot Spring,' 'My Son Came Inside Me,' 'Fucking My Son in His Cell,' 'I Need My Son's Hot Cum,' 'Mommy's Virgin Stablehand,' 'My Son Is My Secretary And I'm Gonna Fuck Him,' and 'I Fucked My Son By the Pool.'

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I Fucked My Son In Ballet Class : Sinful Mothers 1

Creampied By My Son In The Gym : Sinful Mothers 2

I Fucked My Son In The Car : Sinful Mothers 3

I Fucked My Son Through the Glory Hole : Sinful Mothers 4

My Son’s Graduation Fuck : Sinful Mothers 5

Fucking My Son in the Hot Spring : Sinful Mothers 6

My Son Came Inside Me : Sinful Mothers 7

Fucking My Son in His Cell : Sinful Mothers 8

I Need My Son’s Hot Cum : Sinful Mothers 9

Mommy’s Virgin Stablehand : Sinful Mothers 10

My Son Is My Secretary & I’m Gonna Fuck Him : Sinful Mothers 11

I Fucked My Son By The Pool : Sinful Mothers 12

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“It’s wet,” he said.  “Is it supposed to be wet?”

“Not always,” I said.  “Only when I’m turned on.”

He shot me a confused look amidst his frightened angst.

“What’s turning you on?”

“You are, Paul,” I answered.  “Well, you and your big cock.”

As I said the words I gripped it in my hand, feeling the blood beat through it as he stayed stiff.

“Mmm,” I soothed, kissing at his cheek and moving to his ear.  “Nice ... big ... cock.”

I came away from him and Paul took a look down my naked frame, shaking his head in disbelief.

I smirked as I turned, bending over at the waist and gripping my calves with my arms so he could get a good look at all I had to offer.

“And there’s your first pussy,” I said through my legs.

I looked at Paul’s upside down face as he let out another whimper, his instincts taking over now as he began to feel a magnetic attraction to my salivating pussy.

“Come taste it,” I said, stretching myself as I stayed folded in half in front of him.

“Taste it?” he asked, perplexed.

“Yes, Paul,” I said calmly.  “Come over here and put your mouth on it.”

Ordering him around like this felt naughtier than anything I’d ever done, but I had to admit I enjoyed the control I wielded.

“Can I—are you—”

“Just do it, Paul,” I said a little sterner.

Paul crouched on all-fours and crawled over, drawing ever nearer to my honey-pot until I could feel his breath washing over it.

“Now open your mouth,” I said slowly, “and taste it.”

He shifted his weight and I felt his breath again, only closer now and soon I could feel his lips enveloping my wet crease.

“That’s right, honey,” I soothed, letting out a sigh.

Paul kissed it with his lips at first, seeming somewhat tentative and unfamiliar.  It was clear he needed some guidance.

“Kiss it with your tongue,” I said, sliding my hands forward until I too was on all fours.

Paul went for it again, clasping his mouth over my groove and teasing a tongue along it.

“That’s right,” I encouraged.  “Really get in there.”

I moved a hand behind and pushed him into my sex, feeling his nose tickle my asshole as his tongue darted all over my loose flesh.

“Keep going, honey,” I said sliding my ass up and down his face as he began to stab into my core with his tongue and really get a good taste of me.

I Fucked My Son In Ballet Class : Sinful Mothers 1

My ballet class was probably my proudest achievement.  I’d started it after a successful career performing and it had gathered quite a lot of momentum.  I was at a point now where I was choreographing my own shows and the pressure could be quite daunting.

Naturally my son, Paul, always got the lead role, but then I there wasn’t exactly a surfeit of male ballet dancers under my command.

I’d pushed Paul towards ballet from a very early age and he seemed to have a similar kind of drive and passion as I did.  He’d often stay late after class or be studying the greats at home, sometimes at the expense of having fun with his friends.

I worried that Paul might be working a little too hard.  A lot of his friends were out enjoying themselves and exploring girls, but I’d never once hear Paul bring a girl back or talk about a girl.  I knew he wasn’t gay—I think a woman knows—so I was somewhat perturbed by his reluctance.  At nineteen I’d have expected him to have lost his virginity, but a large part of me doubted that.  Fuck, I wondered if he’d ever even seen a woman’s ... you know.

It was one fateful day after class that everything changed for the both of us.  There’d been a good turn-out of around forty people and, just like always, when the session was over Paul wanted to continue.

“That’s all for today, guys,” I said, stood before my students in my tight, black leotard.  “Make sure you go over the moves for ‘The Nutcracker’ at some point before next week.”

I leant against the bar that ran along the mirrored wall, watching as everybody left the big square studio.  Everyone, that is, except Paul.

“Mom, I was thinking—”

“Here we go ...” I said expecting the usual.

“Maybe you could help me with some of my routine?”

I sighed.  “Every week, Paul.”

“What?” he asked, confused.

“Every single week you want to carry on after class.  I wonder if it’s healthy.”

“Healthy?  It’s called dedication, Mom.”

I looked Paul up and down.  He was a fine specimen of a man but I worried about him.  Beneath those ripped muscles and impressive physique was my innocent boy.

“There’s a fine line between dedication and obsession, Paul, remember that,” I cautioned.

“I’m not obsessed,” he said, quick to defend himself.

“You need to learn to relax,” I said, taking a step towards him.

“This is relaxing,” he said, but I could tell he was trying to convince himself of it more than me.

“Go out,” I said.  “There’s plenty of girls in this class you could date.”

“Not before the performance, Mom.”

“See,” I laughed.  “You’re too caught up on this.”

“You taught me to be,” he countered.

“Paul,” I said, putting a hand on his face.  “I want you to do ballet, but I want you to enjoy it.”

“I do enjoy it, Mom.”

“Good,” I said.  “But you need to find the right balance.”

“I’ve got it, right now.”

“You haven’t, Paul,” I said taking a step back.  “You need to go have some fun.  Talk to girls—date girls—have sex with girls.”

Paul’s eyes drew wide as though I’d just said the most horrible thing.

“Come on, Paul,” I said.  “You’re nineteen.”

“And?”

“And you’ve never ... been with a girl.”

His face flushed with a red hue.  “I have,” he said timidly.

“Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” he said, lacking conviction.

“Tell me what it’s like then, Paul,” I said, perhaps teasing a little too much.

“What?”

“Tell me what she was like,” I said.  “Intimately.”

He swallowed hard and said nothing.

“What were her tits like?” I said, moving closer to him.

His pupil’s dilated but he said nothing.

“What was her ass like?”

Again, Paul stayed silent.

“What was her pussy like?”

This time Paul seemed to tense up and I lingered close to him, watching the lie evaporate from him under my scrutiny.  I could tell just from his face that he wasn't telling the truth.

His head fell downwards as he admitted defeat.

“I knew it,” I said, taking a step back now and turning to him.  “So go out and enjoy your—”

I stopped mid-sentence when I saw it.  It seems as I had been talking about the intimate parts of a woman, Paul had been thinking about them.

He tried to look in to my eyes but I’m afraid to say my gaze was elsewhere.  Sat below his tight, white tight I could see the looming shadow under his embossed cock.

“—Enjoy yourself,” I finished distantly.  “Paul, what’s that?”

I knew all too well what it was, but I’d never seen his cock so stiff before underneath his pants.  It was always kind of just there, you know, but it never looked quite so big.

Paul searched down his body, suddenly spotting the protrusion and the reason for my intrigue.

“It’s ... it’s nothing,” he said quickly, the red of his face intensifying.

“It doesn’t look like nothing,” I said, unable to take my eyes of it  “It looks like something very big indeed.”

Paul turned away.

“That doesn’t exactly help, honey," I said, looking at him in the mirror and then back down to his fat cock.

He covered it with a hand.  “Mom!” he cried.

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Paul, it’s okay.  I’m just happy to know your human.”

“It’s not human to get an ... erection in front of your mother.”

“I guess not,” I laughed.  “But I don’t mind.”

I moved close behind him, looking about the studio that stayed empty.  No-one would be back for hours.

“Would you like to see?” I asked.

“See what?”

“See all of those things I asked you about.”

“What?” Paul asked, confused.

“If you’d like to see, I can show you.”

He turned back from the mirror now and looked me up and down, from the tight bun on my head and down over my big tits, running his eyes over my curves and lingering a little too long at my crotch.

“You’d show me?”

“If you wanted,” I said.  “For educational purposes,” I added quickly.

I couldn’t decide exactly why I was doing this.  I think a part of me wanted him to know what all of those things were like, but another part of me was intrigued by him.  Seeing that thick cock of his stretching the fabric of his pants was stirring something inside me.  It made me realize how long it had been since I’d been with man.  Since Paul’s father had left a few years back I’d kind of thrown myself in to teaching this class.  Maybe I needed to relax too.

“I don’t know, Mom,” he said cautiously.

“I don’t mind, honey,” I said.  “Honestly.”

“Isn’t it a bit ... wrong?”

“Does it feel wrong?” I asked, taking a step towards him and putting his palm on my tits.

“No,” he shivered.  “It feels ... good.”

Paul gave them a squeeze now as if to confirm his intrigue and my nipples responded by turning stiff in seconds.  It was the first time anyone had touched my tits in a while.

“So,” I began.  “Would you like to see them?”

“In here?” Paul said, looking around.

“Hang on,” I said, and moved to the door to bolt it.  We were doing something so naughty there’d be serious repercussions if we got caught and I didn’t want Paul being any more dissuaded than he already was.

“How about now?” I asked.

“But, Mom,” he said, “it still feels wrong.”

I took my leotard off my shoulders and peeled it down over my tits as Paul watched open-mouthed.

“Does it look wrong?” I asked, bunching my tits up for his scrutiny.

Paul was speechless.

“So it doesn’t feel wrong and it doesn’t look wrong,” I reiterated.  “So maybe it isn’t really wrong.”

I took a step closer to him, taking his hand all over again and putting it on my naked breast.

Paul let out a whimper when he touched my bare flesh, the sexual tension riding high in the room as his cock continued to press against his skin-tight pants.

“You seem to enjoy it,” I breathed, my face close to his and looking down at his crotch.

I took a step back from him and rolled my leotard down to my waist, turning so my back faced him.

“And this, Paul, is what a woman’s ass looks like.”

As I said the words I rolled the fabric down further, taking it over my panties and showing him my full cheeks as I bent down and stepped out of the garment.

I looked back over my shoulder at him, seeing him rubbing at his cock as though he were mesmerized by the sight before him.

“Like what you see?” I asked, bending each leg in turn and knocking my ass cheeks together for him.

“Yes,” he said simply with a frustrated look on his face.

“And now for the grand finale,” I said, turning back to him.  “You get to know what a woman’s pussy looks like.”

I walked over towards him and Paul backed up to the wall, reaching out to hold the bar behind him as I moved close.

I pressed my body against him and put my lips dangerously close to his.

“Do you want to see Mommy’s little pussy?”

He was tense, his big shoulders rising with each scared breath.

“I think so,” he answered nervously.

I curled my fingers over the waist of my panties, sliding them down and keeping my eyes locked on his as I did so.

I was so close that Paul couldn’t yet see a thing, but I could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest as I stood naked before him.

“Oh, God,” he whimpered and I took his hand.

“Feel it first,” I said and I took his fingers to my crease, watching his expression as he felt his first pussy.

“It’s wet,” he said.  “Is it supposed to be wet?”

“Not always,” I said.  “Only when I’m turned on.”

He shot me a confused look amidst his frightened angst.

“What’s turning you on?”

“You are, Paul,” I answered.  “Well, you and your big cock.”

As I said the words I gripped it in my hand, feeling the blood beat through it as he stayed stiff.

“Mmm,” I soothed, kissing at his cheek and moving to his ear.  “Nice ... big ... cock.”

I came away from him and Paul took a look down my naked frame, shaking his head in disbelief.

I smirked as I turned, bending over at the waist and gripping my calves with my arms so he could get a good look at all I had to offer.

“And there’s your first pussy,” I said through my legs.

I looked at Paul’s upside down face as he let out another whimper, his instincts taking over now as he began to feel a magnetic attraction to my salivating pussy.

“Come taste it,” I said, stretching myself as I stayed folded in half in front of him.

“Taste it?” he asked, perplexed.

“Yes, Paul,” I said calmly.  “Come over here and put your mouth on it.”

Ordering him around like this felt naughtier than anything I’d ever done, but I had to admit I enjoyed the control I wielded.

“Can I—are you—”

“Just do it, Paul,” I said a little sterner.

Paul crouched on all-fours and crawled over, drawing ever nearer to my honey-pot until I could feel his breath washing over it.

“Now open your mouth,” I said slowly, “and taste it.”

He shifted his weight and I felt his breath again, only closer now and soon I could feel his lips enveloping my wet crease.

“That’s right, honey,” I soothed, letting out a sigh.

Paul kissed it with his lips at first, seeming somewhat tentative and unfamiliar.  It was clear he needed some guidance.

“Kiss it with your tongue,” I said, sliding my hands forward until I too was on all fours.

Paul went for it again, clasping his mouth over my groove and teasing a tongue along it.

“That’s right,” I encouraged.  “Really get in there.”

I moved a hand behind and pushed him into my sex, feeling his nose tickle my asshole as his tongue darted all over my loose flesh.

“Keep going, honey,” I said sliding my ass up and down his face as he began to stab into my core with his tongue and really get a good taste of me.

This continued for a while, with Paul’s inexpert lips slowly driving me towards a fantastic feeling of blissful pleasure that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I dined out on it, closing my eyes to accentuate each deft flick and lick of his tongue as he really went for it, sucking my cunt into his mouth and sending several lucky strikes across my clitoris.

When he happened upon my stiffening stud by chance I propelled him forward, demanding he continue just like he was until I was a trembling mess of pent-up sexual frustration.

I brought my hand beneath myself to aid the impending climax, circling it around my clit while Paul continued to lick and suck all over me, becoming more adventurous and daring to venture upwards over my taint and around the sensitive knot of my asshole.

I hung my head down beneath myself and saw Paul’s cock pulling the fabric of his pants taut as it swelled beneath them.  Knowing he was still rock-hard was all I needed and as I imagined freeing that thick slab of meat I began to orgasm.

“Oh yes, Paul,” I cried, long and loud.  “Suck your mother’s pussy, there’s a good boy.”

He continued in earnest, propelled by my support and intent on pleasing me.  His tongue slithered over my slit until I could feel my pussy convulsing, quivering before him as the orgasm crashed from me in a blast of color that danced across my eyelids.

“I’m coming!” I cried, but wondered if Paul truly knew what he’d achieved.

I gasped in air, my eyes shut tight as I felt my son slather over my sex with his innocent mouth, tonguing over my wet lips with naïve exuberance.

I rode out the orgasm across his face, dragging myself off him and falling forwards on the floor when I’d had my fill.

“Are—are you okay?” he asked, coming to my side.

For a moment I was silent with this serene smile adorning my face, savoring the occasion and committing it to memory.

“Mom?” he asked again as I lay there dumb-struck.

I rolled over and looked up at him with a smile.  “I’m fine, Paul—more than fine!”

I sat up now, remembering his hard cock and glancing to check if he was still game.  It was as stiff as it had been this whole time and I rubbed my hand over it and looked up at him as I bit my lip.

“I’m not done yet,” I said with a smile.

Paul’s cock was about mouth-height as I propped myself up on an arm.  I moved my face close to it and felt the nervousness radiate out from him.

“What are you going to do?” he asked, fearful.

“I’ll give you a clue,” I said, moving my face close to this bulge.

I opened my mouth wide and put my teeth either side of his length, nibbling at it through the fabric and giving it a wet kiss.

Paul exhaled deeply as though this had never happened to him before.  The air that left his lungs could well have been waiting in there his whole life.

“That feels good,” he said, casting his head back and enjoying me.

“That’s nothing,” I scoffed.

I sat in front of him now and used both hands to size him up, smoothing them along his cock that stretched out to the left across his thigh.

My hands pulled at his pants impatiently.  I wanted to free him this instant.  I wanted to see that cock of his right now.

Without saying a word I gripped the fabric of his pants in my fists and dug my nails into it, pulling it apart with a ferocious tear that caused Paul to open his eyes and stare down in shock as his fat cock fell out of the fresh opening.

“Mom!” he gasped, looking down at his stiff flesh that bobbed as gravity claimed it.

“Paul!” I said in shock, marveling at what was before me.  “It’s so big!”

“It is?” he asked, as if seeking approval.

“It’s one of the biggest and most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen,” I said truthfully, taking his smooth length in my grasp and examining the soft pink of his grown and his unblemished shaft.

“Really?”

“Really,” I asserted, putting it close to my face.  “Oh, Paul.”

He looked down as I moved around his cock, taking it in each hand in turn as I tried to find one thing wrong with it.  But it was perfect.

“I need this inside me, Paul,” I said, looking up in to his eyes.  “Can Mommy suck your cock?”

He looked about the room again and then down the his ripped tights and hard dick.

“Yes,” he whispered simply, as though he was scared to share the answer.

I didn’t need a second invitation.  Before the words had left his lips I was opening my mouth wide and moving in for the kill, burying his cock past my lips and clasping around the thick barrel with glee.

Paul cried softly as I drove him to the back of my throat, pulling off his cock and examining it once more as I breathed heavy in front of it, watching as my spit gave it an impressive sheen.

“God, I want this cock in my pussy,” I said, talking to his dick as much as anyone.

Paul stayed silent, unsure of what to say.  I don’t think I’d ever spoken like this in front of him before.  In fact, all of this was pretty damn new to him!

I sucked him in to my mouth again, circling my tongue around the stiff barrel as I pushed it down my throat and slid off it again, coating him in thick film of spit that glossed his cock.

“Stay right there,” I ordered, turning around and falling on to my hands.

I crawled backwards until I felt his cock touch my ass, then I brought my hand around to hold it in place.

“Is it happening?” he asked, almost frightened.

“Yes, honey,” I said.  There was no way he wasn’t going inside me now.  “I’m going to put that cock of yours inside my pussy, okay?”

I smoothed the wet head of his cock up and down my crease, giving him a little teaser of what was to come.

“Okay, Mom,” he said with some conviction, as though he’d finally decided.

I slid him up and down my groove one last time, dining out on the moment.  Seconds from now I’d be taking my own son’s virginity and claiming that beautiful cock of his inside me.

Without further ceremony I pushed my ass back on him, keeping him held still and listening to him moan as I swallowed him.

I kept moving backwards until I felt his hips hit my ass, pushing him all the way to the hilt.

“Feel good?” I asked, stopping and keeping him inside me.

“It’s ... warm,” he whispered.  “It’s so wet.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I smiled over my shoulder.

“Oh, it feels so good, Mom.”

“That’s my boy,” I said, and drew forward off him.

In no time at all I was driving myself back and forth along his shaft and listening to him lose himself behind me as my pussy gripped him tight.

My pace quickened with only one intention now.  I wanted to feel his cock burst inside me and claim his seed.  I wouldn’t be satisfied until I’d truly fucked him.

“Hold my ass, Paul,” I said now.  “Fuck me.”

Paul did as instructed, squeezing his strong hands on into my flesh and kneading my ass-cheeks.

“Drive your hips into me, honey,” I said.

He met my ass with strong bucks forward until his cock was striking a spot so deep in my pussy that I wondered if it had ever been pleasured before.

Paul upped the pace further still, learning quickly what it meant to fuck a woman.  In the quiet studio all that could be heard were our staggered breaths and the sound of our flesh clapping together.

“Oh, Mom,” Paul cried as I felt his weighty balls swinging against my clit.

I smothered my pussy with my hand and tickled at my clitoris, unclasping my bun and shaking my hair loose as I rode back on him.

My hair flailed left and right as we lost ourselves and I felt Paul’s cock begin to tense up.  His breath raced and I could hear him panting behind me.  I knew his release was imminent.

Suddenly the sensation of his balls was no longer present as they pulled close to the base of his cock, ready to release their seed inside me.

“I’m gonna come, Mom,” he warned.  “Where should I come?”

“Inside me, Paul,” I moaned.  “I want it inside me.”

“Mom?”

“Come inside me!” I shouted and I felt Paul flinch a little before resuming his stride.

I held my tits as he fucked me for those last few moments, building to a glorious crescendo as he approached climax.

“Oh, Mom,” he sighed now as his thrusts stopped, and then I felt his dick pulse a little inside me as it stiffened.

He rocked a little and then he burst, shooting hot streams of his cum inside me.

“Yes, Paul,” I gasped.  “Give me it.”

I pushed my ass back to drive his love as deep inside me as possible, feeling the warmth of it wash over me as it soothed me.

I looked back to see him wide-eyed as he looked down, watching his cock pulse out his seed into his mother’s hungry pussy.

By now his cum had filled me and it was dripping from my crease unceremoniously, pushed out by several more thick ropes of his cream.

Paul pulled out of me without warning and sent the final few spurts across my naked ass, leaving the rest to dribble from me.

I moved a hand to claim it and smothered it back over my pussy, tickling my swollen clit in the process as I moaned and fell forward.

Paul came to lay next to me, kissing my cheek and rubbing my back.

“That felt so good, Mom,” he said.

“Did it, honey?” I asked, contented.

“So good,” he reiterated.

“Your cum’s inside me,” I said, biting my lip with a naughty smirk.

Paul pursed his lips and seemed worried.

“It’s okay, honey,” I soothed.  “I wanted it there.”

I turned and cradled him in my arms, letting his head rest on my chest, my pussy filled with his love.

“My darling boy.”

THE END

Creampied By My Son In The Gym : Sinful Mothers 2

My son was a slave to his art.  He’d taken up boxing several years ago after my ex-husband had suggested it to him and it was fair to say he’d really thrown himself into it.

He trained religiously and at length, carving out these fantastic muscles in places I didn’t even know you could.

He was nineteen now and talk of going pro was rife, but I was still picking him up from training every so often, as any good mother would.

It was a regular Wednesday like any other.  I’d finished work and fixed some food ready for his return, but he was late as usual.  I got a call to pick him up around ten minutes ago and began to head over.  It was close to eleven at night when I finally arrived.

The gym looked kind of run-down on the outside and it’s fair to say the inside didn’t fare much better.  As I pushed the door open it was clear to see almost everyone had gone home.  Everyone, that was, except Toby.

I decided to keep a low profile as I moved through the half-light towards the heavy packing sound coming from the far side of the room.

As I approached I could see him beneath one of the low-watt light-bulbs, banging his gloved fists against a heavy-bag that shook and rocked each time he connected.

I leaned against the turn-buckle of the ring and watched, admiring his light feet and movement as he swayed around the bag and hit the circled numbers that adorned it with terrific flurries and combinations.

I wasn’t exactly an avid boxing fan, but I could see just from watching that he was good.  I looked at the sweat dripping from his body and ran my eyes over his smooth torso.

His upper body was hairless, his arms thick with muscle and his stomach ripped from countless hours of medicine-ball training.  It was fair to say that my son was quite the Adonis.

I watched him a minute longer, finding myself ogling him.  When I realized what I was doing I began to feel a little uncomfortable, but I couldn’t deny that Toby was quite the specimen—quite the specimen indeed.

Finally I cleared my throat, loud enough to overcome the sounds of his heavy panting and hits to the bag.

He stopped and turned.

“Mom,” he said, dropping his hands.  “How long have you been there?”

“Just a little while,” I said, stepping in to the light.  “You asked me to pick you up?”

Toby tried to look me in the eye but his gaze wandered to my cleavage, as was customary now that he was a young adult.  I guess breasts are breasts, even if they do belong to your mother.

“Sorry, Mom, I almost forgot,” he said, unfastening his gloves and taking them off.

“Looking good,” I said, admiring his body again.

“Thanks,” he said, blushing a little.  “Mind if I take a quick shower before we leave?”

“Sure.  Anyone else here?”

“No, it’s just me,” he said, taking off for the men’s locker-room.

“So what am I supposed to do while I wait?”

“Look around I guess,” he shrugged with a smile, disappearing around a zed shaped set of walls that lead to the showers.

I sighed but couldn’t help but smile.

The gym was quiet but I thought I’d heed Toby’s suggestion, ambling around its perimeter and looking at old newspaper clippings and photographs.

It clearly had a rich history, but you’d never guess it from the look of the place.  There was brick showing beneath the plaster, cobwebs in the corners and half of the lights in the place didn’t work.  I’d have looked out of place in my shirt and jeans if there was anyone there to see me.

I continued around the outside of the room, reading through the articles and looking at the black-and-white photographs that accompanied them.  As I sauntered around I barely noticed when I found myself outside the men’s showers.

I could hear the water running and a soft singing coming from inside and I paused at the entrance, fingering the broken plaster and thinking something naughty and forbidden.

Toby’s soft voice was almost siren-like the way it was beckoning me in to the steamy room, and the fact we were both alone in there made me even more inclined to be adventurous.

I rubbed my hands along the wall and felt the tiles beneath my fingers now as I rounded the zed-shaped entrance, moving around the door and seeing the room open up.

The sound of running water became louder and I could see Toby’s bare feet beneath the large stall, singing still and oblivious to his mother’s proximity.

I couldn’t really explain what was propelling me forwards.  Perhaps it was the thought of being able to see the rest of Toby after having a sneak-peek outside.  Whatever it was it wasn’t going away, and as I moved further towards him I prepared myself for the sight of my naked son.

I saw his thigh first as it moved out from around the side of the stall, then I could see his big back and firm ass as he cast his head back and let the hot water run through his hair.

He rubbed his body, massaging the soap suds over himself and it suddenly dawned on me just how naughty this whole thing was.

Just then he dropped his shower-gel and turned around to pick it up, freezing as he saw me.