Inheritance
A story about a bodybuilding mother and son (10/Aug/11)
All comments are more than welcomed and encouraged to be sent to:
fmgnut@yahoo.com
This is going to be a short story, I was inspired to write this short
story after comming across a photo of a FBB I saw online.
**Warning: All of the following is strictly fantasy, it involves muscle
growth and sex (incest)**
My son was born in 1996, and my physique suffered because of it.
Acctually, in truth, I let the birth of my son be my excsue and crutch
not to get back into the gym. 5 years before, during the hieght of the
late 80's, early 90's gym craze, I was absoultley worked; my body was big
and bulging. I was 23 and I was juiced up to the max, spending 15 hours
in the gym per week and eating like I had a tapeworm. Thus, in 1990 I was
at my peak, 159lbs- 7% body fat, all tied into a 5'4 frame.
Then, it happened. Laziness, contentment, and as a result I utterly lost
my urge to workout. Gradually my body shrunk and became frail untill I
was at my senior year of high school weight, 104lbs in mid- 1995. This
was my size before I started pumping iron my freshman year of college.
I married quickly, had your typical middle-class lifestyle, got "preggo"
in late 1995. In August of 1996 my son was born, but my marriage did not
last. My now ex-husband is no where to be seen. Since basically his birth
we have been on our own, and consequently I have had to be the sole
provider. The truth is, while i did have a lot on my plate, I could have
very easily gotten back to the gym if I wanted to. Instead, I made all
the typical excuses that non-gym "goer's" make.
This attitude persisted untill about 2012, which by then my body had
developed a good 20lbs of blubber from sheer inactivity. I started to
drag my lazy-ass back into the gym 2-3 times a week to at least get
skinny again. But at 45 even that wasn't happening easily, eventually
after a few months I did take off the weight, getting down to around
110lbs. But every time I went to the gym and peddled away on the bike, I
couldnt help but gaze over at the wieghts and the big, beefy guys pumping
away for hours on end.
I needed the urge, some kind of yearning to get me back into the kind of
mindset I had in college. I wanted to get huge again, I missed the hard
bulging mass that was my body- all I was missing was the spark to get me
going.
I got it from an unlikely source. Doing cardio late on a monday night, I
again slipped into a trance like state by staring at the meat-head's in
the freewieght area; I could feel my clit getting moist with pre-cum
between my legs as I peddled with increaseing speed.
My eyes seemed to focus on one particular lifter, he was young but his
muscles were already filling out his frame quite nicely. I couldnt see
his face because he was lying down on the flat bench with his feet
towards me, but I didn't need to, the show his meaty young pecs were
giving me were more than enough to compensate from seeing his sure to be
goregous facial features. He had 225lbs on the bar and began pumping it
farily easily, rep after rep his pecs flexed and contracted underneath
his white t-shirt. With each rep completed his pecs bugled higher and
higher, forcing more blood into the muscle than before. Unfortunatly my
peep-show came to and all-to-soon end when more people pilled into the
area, obstructing my view.
I got home around 10 pm, and went to my room to get off my gym clothes.
Standing naked in front of my full length mirror, I have to say that I am
pleased I got off the fat I slowly piled on over the years. I was thin
with a completly flat belly, and no wrinkles or saggyness. My body looked
a legit late 20's or early 30's, I would say. My face has always been
cute and thankfully that hasent showed any signs of aging yet either.
While I was somewhat content with the way I looked, every day I still
remember what it felt like to be a huge female body builder, in all its
glory. With a sigh, I went to the bathroom to shower.
When finished, I headed straight for my bed; passing my sons room, his
door was open just a crack. For no aparent reason I glanced in and my
eyes nearly blew from their sockets. 6-pac abs, beefy-stirated pecs,
lumpy-peaked biceps, tree-trunk coreded thighs, and wide lats bulged all
over my sons phyisque. Estimating his weight to be no less than 210lbs at
5'8, he definatly looked like a blossiming male bodybuilder. "How in
GOD'S name did he develop ALL of this pulsing mass without me noticeing?"
That was the only question spinning threw my mind as I couldn't take my
eyes off of his BODY. Then, my son went to take off his gym spandex to
reveal a large, thick penis farrrrr bigger than anything his father had,
and it was STILL limp! I absoultely could not take it anymore, I ran to
my room, closed the door, and grabbed my dildo. I masterbated for over 3
hours untill my vagiana was so sore I could not take it any longer.
Sitting in a pool of my cum, I was dazzeled at what I saw, when I finally
had the strength to get up I threw myself onto my bed and immediatly fell
asleep.
Waking up the next morning, it almost seemed like a dream-a wonderful
fantasy that I dreamt of during the night. Judging from the cum-stained
carpet, I knew it wasn't. "I AM SUCH AN AWFUL PERSON", I screamed out
loud, knowing that my son was at school. Feeling utterly ashamed of
myself didn't stop me from going into my sons room and rumaging threw all
of his stuff to somehow make sense of this situation. I of course found
steriods and bodybuilding magazines, but what really interested me was
while looking I noticed a yellow mailing envelope behind the night-stand.
I opened it and looked through the contents inside, my heart literally
stopped for what I saw. Photos, photos of me when I was a bodybuilder
more than 2 decades ago!! I remember having these taken during the summer
of 1989 when I was all cut up for a magazine shoot I was commissioned
for. After the divorce I must have misplaced them and somehow my son must
have gotten a hold of them. "Could this be what sparked his muscle
craze?", I thought to myself as I flipped threw the photos of myself- the
muscle goddess that I was.
"O God, don't even think of it Tasha, don't even consider it", even as I
said the words out loud, I knew it was to late. That obcession was back,
it was as uncontrollable as the rising of the sun. I wanted muscle, and a
mate worthy of my muscles. I have the mate right under my own roof, and
the muscles would be mine once again, soon enough...
6 Months later...
Every waking moment since that day I've been consumed with building back
up my body and staking claim to my ultimate mate. Back on the juice, my
body responded like it did in my early 20's. Pounds of beefy, hard,
sniewy muscles erupted onto my frame. My bodywieght creeped up on 150lbs
in an alarming amount of time, but what was even more amazing was that I
was leaner than every before. My skin appeared to be straining to tear
even when my muscles were relaxed.
While my progress has been astounding, my sons has been equally
impressive. His mass is now looking near cartonish, as his frame now
supports 249lbs of hulking muscles. Since I started to get big again, I
have been slowly peeling off my clothes to reveal my new form.
And as the days go on, and the more muscle I keep piling onto my frame,
the more obvious our attraction is becomming...
I woke up the following morning sore all over from the intense workouts I
was brutalizing my body worth it, going over to the scale I smirked as
the needle tipped over to 153lbs. It was a saturday and my son was home,
he was tanning in the backyard in nothing but a speedo. Sensing that my
physique was at or at least nearly its previous levels, I decided to
strip down and put on a show. Walking outside in my stringy bikini would
do the trick. I slid it on in my room and started to flex a bit, hitting
all of my classic poses I felt my body pumping up and getting tighter all
over. After about 5 minutes, I strutted outside...
Me: What a goregous day, don't you think so Stevie?
Son: Yeaa-aa-yess it is Mom...
At this point I could see hit muscular penis beggining to swell threw the
fabric of his speedo...
Me: Stevie, come here and help mommy spread this lotion on
Son: offf course Mom...
I handed my son the bottle and layed back on the lawn chair, "O go ahead
Stevie, its mommy, you arn't afraid of my new muscles are you?".
With that he proceeded to rub my thick, cut abs with a generous lather.
"Stevie get mommys big quads next, wont you darlin?" With a gulp he ran
his handed over my tree trunk thighs, I flexed them and instantly they
filled up with even more dense cords of muscles. At this point his
erection was absoutley ridiculous, sitting up I knew it was time...
Me: Stevie, it's ok we both knew it was only a matter of time once I
started lifting again.
Son: Ahhh...
I grabbed his muscular 9" cock and squeezed, forcing it to grow even
bigger, thicker with more throbbing viens. Then I took a clump of his
speedo and with one pull I tore it from his Adonus-like phyisque.
Me: Don't fucking stop untill I cant feel my legs
In that moment Stevie went from scared to full on beast mode.
Son: Ooo...God, Mom...so beautiful..
He plowed me for hours on end, hot steamy cum was ozzing out everywhere.
His cock would not go down, it stayed erect well into the night and my
vagina was fucking ravaged. Flexing and sexing untill it was no longer
possible to do so.
When we finally finished I barley could stand...
Me: Goodnight Son
Before going into the house, I turned and he was lieing on his back,
gasping for air and barley concious.
In the years to come we of course made love a countless number of times
more. My body surpassed my wildest dreams, I am not 51 at 186lbs, 6% body
fat. Unfrotunatly for my Stevie, all the sex made him loose his mass due
to a severe lack of testosterone.
Now, I am a she-hulk'ed cougar on the prowl.
And I am never going back.
The End
Again, all comments please send to: fmgnut@yahoo.com
Thanks for reading.
