Ok, guys...
first of all, I know some (most) of my stories are unfinished. I apologize for that, but the truth is that after a little while I kind of lose my interest on the characters. What drives me is writing about the muscle growing and the mentality of power that comes with it. After that, I don't find it in me to keep going in most cases. So, I'm sorry for that.
That being said, This story has adult incestuous content. And although it may come as a bit of cliche, the idea popped into my mind and I decided to go with it
Donna took her clothes out and got into the hot tub. In company of a good book and a glass of white whine, she thought about how cliche her life had become. Only child of a wealthy family, she attended to one of the best colleges in the country. That's when she met Kenny, and that's how she ended up pregnant at 19. Sure, Kenny never ran away from his responsibilities as a father, but he too was from a rich family and marriage wasn't in his plans. And so Donna finished college with the help from her parents (or should she say, the nannies they could pay) and became the CEO of one of her father's companies.
Now, at 34, something was missing.
Sure, her son Nick the love of her life, and she did and gave all of the best to make sure he was always happy. Only problem is she wasn't.
Maybe it was the job. Yeah, she was good at it, and money was excellent, but it wasn't something she was passionate about. Maybe it was the lack of love - and sex - in her life. Ever since Kenny, she had developed serious commitment issues. She simply couldn't trust a man. Or maybe, and this was hard for Donna to accept, her biggest problem was inertia. She simply was stuck in her life. A tear rolled from her eye as she finished her glass and got out of the tub. Tomorrow was... well, just another day in her life.
What Donna couldn't imagine is that she would discover something new the next day. It was a calm day at the office and she decided to go home earlier than usual. As she walked up the stairs towards her room in the end of the hall, she passed by Nick's room. Normally she wouldn't even care, but she heard something inside. It was a low moan with some sort of repetitive, dull sound. Peeking in, she blushed as she saw her son masturbating. Nick had his back to the door, and the notebook - that seemed the font of inspiration, was covered by his scrawny back. Donna decided not to trouble him and walked away.
Donna couldn't stop thinking about it, however. Driven by some morbid curiosity, she logged into her computer and remotely accessed Nick's (one of the benefits of being very rich is that you could pay up somebody to teach you how to do that - all in the name of keeping your kid safe). Going through Nick's browsing history, she came across some videos and pictures of muscular women, building up their bodies, armwrestling with weaker, smaller men, or just flexing their pumped muscles to the camera. At first Donna thought it was very odd, but the more she looked at those women, the more attracted she became. Yeah, she could be dominant, but it was a financial dominance. And she knew that normally would scare men off. This was different. Those women could physically take what they wanted - and they did it sometimes on those videos. The images of them destroying men in armwrestling or other tests of strength, especially, were mesmerizing to Donna. Their confidence, their... bodies. She could see why Nick was attracted to them, as uncommon as that may have seemed.
That night Donna dreamed about those women. Only in her dream, she was one of them. And she was rejoicing on crushing men's arms on tables, listening them begging to touch and worship her hard body, falling to their knees at her will. Donna woke up scared as she saw Nick's face in one of those men. And she noticed she was completely wet. That image stuck with her over the next weeks. It wasn't until Nick's 15th birthday party that Donna decided to do something about it. Looking at her son, she noticed he didn't have many friends. In fact, he was pretty lonely the whole time. And also that he wasn't particularly big. Nick was a skinny kid without much aptitude for exercise. She was pretty sure he never had a girlfriend, and probably never even kissed a girl before. Donna sipped in a big glass of wine as her mind put up a terrible, and yet very sexy idea: maybe in Nick's next birthday she could be his gift.
Telling herself that last night's image was completely nonsense, and that she was doing this for a whole different reason - just stay in shape and take care of her health - Donna called the very next morning to one of the country's best personal trainers. Another thing money could do for her. With some lame excuse, she told him that she'd like to build up some pounds of muscle because of her back and some hiking she planned on doing the next year, so she needed to bulk up a little. For some reason, millionaires liked to hike, and it sounded perfect. And so she began a very strict program that involved controlled meals, sleeping time, and of course, heavy lifting. At 5'6'' 132 pounds with some fat in the wrong places, in worst case scenario she'd look better in her dresses.
Apparently, Donna had some natural talent, and results came after little more than a month. Summer was coming to an end, and that was something she didn't let pass by her. She needed to bulk up during the winter. That way, she'd be able to hide it from the world easily, and when next summer came up, she'd have a body ready to shock Nick, or, as she'd tell herself, the world. Donna knew, however, that she might need some extra help, so she talked to her trainer
"Listen, Simmons... what would you say if I told you that I'd like to.... well, add some more muscle over the next few months?"
"Well, Donna... if you keep what you're doing, you will add some muscle, why?"
"No, I mean... serious muscle. Bodybuilding style" She couldn't help but blush
"Are you serious? I'm not sure that will help with your hiking trip.."
"Oh, that... that's... not happening anymore. So... there's that" It felt weird for Donna that she was sort of asking for something that she knew she could simply demand from him. And if he said no, there were plenty of others that would say yes. Still, she couldn't do it. It felt... wrong to simply come clean
"Well, if that's what you want... we can start a program that will bulk you up..."
"Great"
"Is that all?"
"Not really... You see, call me crazy, but it's one of those things that once you've set your mind on it, you have to do it. I want to be... well, really big by... by next summer"
"What? Donna, that's... well, the only way we could do that would be if you started taking steroids, and I'm not su...."
"I'll do it" She interrupted him "I promise you I'll take care and follow your every instruction, but it's what I want"
"Look, I'd be irresponsible if I didn't run you by the side effects. But, that being said, you are paying me good money. So what do you say we discuss this tomorrow?"
"Alright. But bring the stuff with you. I don't want to waste any time"
As weeks went on, Donna asked herself why she didn't decide to do that sooner. The hormones seemed to inject new life into her body. She had more energy, she was much more productive in her work and she was always eager for her next work out. During them, by the way, she realized how much of a pro Simmons was. By Christmas Donna already had to change her entire wardrobe. Her chest was thicker, her thighs were shockingly bigger and her calves were now diamond shaped. Her arms too had become so beefy she basically wore sleeveless dresses and covered them up with some long coat. In her office, she only took it off when she was alone. And at home, Donna had to wear sweats all around. By new year, Donna had added about 30 pounds of solid muscle to her frame. It was virtually impossible that Nick hadn't noticed it, but he seemed completely oblivious about it.
That, by the way, was one of the hard side effects Donna was fighting. The added testosterone made her libido much higher. It was now a constant thing for her to relieve herself during her baths, and many times she did it while feeling her hard body and thinking about how Nick would react when he saw it. Donna made regular visits to Nick's computer, just to be sure everything was in order with his 'wishes'.
By march, Donna weighted 178 pounds. Even she was shocked by how much she had grown. Sometimes she loved playing with her body. She'd put on her bras - always with the last hook possible - and them flare her lats strongly. It made her quite happy when she was able to pop them open just by doing it. Besides growing in size, Donna loved how strong she was. One of her goals was to be able to squat Nick's weight for reps, but that had been accomplished so long that now she loved that she could also bench his weight - well, she could bench more than her own weight. She wasn't sure what made her more hot. Being big or being strong. But Donna knew all those feats would come down a little as she entered her cutting phase. Nick's birthday was 3 months away, and she wanted to be ripped. And so Simmons began his program, which Donna followed religiously.
Nick's birthday was a week away. Donna climbed on her scale for one last time. 165 pounds. That was good. According to Simmons, she had retained way more muscle than the regular builder. Donna grinned as she looked at herself in the mirror. She loved how evident her cleavage had become after the cutting phase. There was a deep valley splitting her pecs, and her collarbones looked nothing but a thin line that marked where they ended and where her traps emerged. Donna's coconut sized shoulders were fibered, and served very well as the fonts of two thick, brawny and very vascular arms. Her biceps, even relaxed were prominent and strong looking. Donna played a little with her veiny, striped forearms. Running her fingers through her chiseled, concrete hard eight pack, Donna closed her eyes and imagined someone else's hands doing that. And she knew whose hands she wanted. Finally, she grabbed the trunks she had for thighs. Flexing her quads, she noticed how hard and defined each muscle was. For a second there, she considered the possibility of placing Nick's head in between them. Maybe just squeezing it a little. Just so he knows how strong they were. Just so maybe he begged a little. Donna moaned as she touched herself.
On Nick's birthday's eve, Donna waited. Masturbating had become a daily habit for her son, and it was a matter of time before he excused himself and locked himself in his room. As soon as he did, Donna raced to her own room. Changing quickly into a very sexy, lacy, purple lingerie, she got to the ground and performed a few hundred sit-ups, and dozens of pushups and pull ups. She wanted to be pumped. A few minutes later, when she felt a little sweat coming from the back of her head - which she couldn't tell if it was from the exercise or the excitement on what was about to come - Donna put on her Louboutin's and a long trench coat that hid her body completely. Then she knocked on Nick's door
"Hey, babe, can I come in? need your help with something"
She heard him quickly closing his notebook, and if her ears were correct, his pants being pulled up and zipped. She grinned.
"Uh... in a minute, mom!"
He opened the door and ran to his bed, trying in a very lame way to hide his hard on
"What is it, mom?" he asked, trying to create some reason for his hormones to settle down
"Oh, I needed a man's opinion... what do you think of this outfit for your birthday dinner tomorrow?" Donna gave a little turn so he could see all of her trench coat, in a very naive manner
"It's... it's beautiful mom, but... won't you be a little hot in it?"
The poor boy never saw it coming. As he finished his sentence, Donna smiled
"Maybe you're right, Nick... maybe I should lose the coat, what do you think?" and with that, Donna opened the coat and let it drop to the ground. Then, as her son gawked and awed at her marvelous body, Donna placed her hands on her hips and flexed as many muscles as she possibly could.
Finally, Nick made some ineligible sounds "My... God... Mom... your... body..."
Donna was loving it. She could feel her loins on fire already. She looked down at Nick's crotch and saw he was feeling the same, if not more
"What? Oh, I guess you hadn't noticed right? Do you like it?" She asked, knowing fully well how much he liked it. Donna raised both her arms and flexed her biceps. Even before she started flexing her elbows the peaks on her biceps were already noticeable. By the time she finished the pose, the cannonballs stood proudly, challenging her son's eyes to look elsewhere
"What do you think? Come closer, take a better look, Nick" Donna invited him to watch her chiseled body from the front row.
"I... I...." Nick was clearly trying to avoid cumming into his pants.
"Nicholas, come here". That could have sounded as a mother ordering her son, but they both knew it was something else. That was a stronger, more powerful Goddess ordering her subject. Nick contracted his whole body as he felt his pants getting warm from his spurt. He blushed
"That's ok, babe... I like that you liked this. Now, I won't say this again, come here" Donna placed both her hands over her head and flexed her abs. The muscle bricks jumped out. Nick got up and approached her
"Go ahead... feel them" she invited. Nick placed his hands on his mother's solid abs and moaned. "They're... so hard..."
"Wanna punch them? Feel free" she dared him
"N-no, I..."
"You will punch them, Nick" Nick punched lightly her mother's wall of muscles. He felt like he was punching concrete
"That's it? Give me your best shot, now" she challenged him. He obeyed. The 'thud' that happened when his fist connected to Donna's abs was followed by a 'ouch, that hurt' from Nick, who was holding his hand in pain. Donna giggled
"That's right... too hard, right? Come here, you" Donna approached her son and effortlessly, took him off the ground, putting him over her shoulders. Donna squatted a bit with her son on her back, smelling the hot perfume from his pants. She wanted him, she knew that just as much as he knew that he wanted her. Donna licked her lips as she noticed Nick's dick was already all set for round two 'teenagers' she thought to herself.
Putting him down, Donna flexed her biceps again, this time inches from Nick's face
"Happy birthday, babe. Enjoy"
Nick immediately began kissing Donna's arms, licking her biceps savagely, running his hands through her lumpy, thick back. He then ran his mouth through her chest, which she played with, flexing them rhythmically. As Nick took his time with her pecs, Donna flared her lats, making her bra to pop open. She smiled as she saw Nick's shocked face watching her hard nipples. He began sucking them viciously
"Yes... that's good... worship your Goddess...." Donna moaned
"Take off your pants, now" she demanded. He obeyed. Donna felt proud as she saw the bulge in Nick's crotch. He was gifted. Grabbing him by his butt, Donna lifted Nick from the ground, up to her face. Then she took his cock inside her mouth and did her thing. Nick couldn't believe this. He moaned as he realized what was happening. His juggernaut of a mother was lifting him up while giving him a blowjob. Finally, he felt his second spurt of the night filling her mouth. Donna kept sucking and sucking until there was nothing else to be taken. Then she put him down, placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed him to the floor. Nick kneeled in front of her.
"My turn" she said as she shoved his face into her groin.
Nick wasn't exactly good at it, but Donna was just too hot not to enjoy it. She tore her panties apart with her hands and exposed her womanhood to him. Nick felt the solidness and power of Donna's glutes as he grabbed them while sucking her clit. He was hard again.
After having a few orgasms, Donna finally pushed Nick on his back. Kneeling over him, she grabbed his hands above his head and mounted his cock. Nick, completely dominated, just moaned.
"Now, you see, babe... I've sculpted this body to perfection... just for you. Just because I knew you'd love it. Do you love it?"
"Y-yes... Yes mom... I love it"
"Good... now... here's the pickle... although I did it for you, now that I have it, I might as well enjoy it too... you know... knowing that this body is so strong it could break you...."
Donna started riding her son, first slowly, and increasing the speed as she spoke
"yeah..."
"That's right, Nick... I'm very much enjoying the fact that I'm much stronger than you are... that I can take whatever I want from you, whenever I want..."
She started moving her hips faster, so ferociously it was almost hurting Nick's soft body
"Yes...."
"and I will, trust me... aaaahhhh"
they finally came together, her body collapsing onto his. They slept right there, on the floor.
