Growing Up With Muscles Around - old story by Brfan

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Note: The present story is an old text originally written by the author Brfan. It has been slightly edited in order to comply with sarada's current policy on erotic fiction.

Chapter 1


Little Paul looked across the kitchen as he sipped his cereal. What he saw probably would amaze the normal 18 year old boy, but to him had gone from regular to disturbing. With her back turned to him was Carol, Paul's mom. Carol's back was fully exposed through the thin laces of her blouse. As her arms moved around washing the dishes, Paul noticed the muscles on her back moving around, beautifully. The width of her back was also remarkable. From one shoulder to another, it felt like Carol's back was endless. The traps surging up from her back and causing her neck to look larger, connecting on the edges to her round, fully shaped shoulders. It was a vision.

In silence, Paul shivered.

Carol had given birth to Paul at age 19. One of many teenage mothers around the country. At the time Carol was a rising fitness star, entering the world of bodybuilding and competition. That's where she met Richard, Paul's father, and got knocked up. Richard, right after the birth of his son was killed in a car accident, leaving mother and child all by themselves. With her parent's support, Carol raised her child beautifully, and although she had to give up a career in professional bodybuilding, she never quit the habits. Paul grew up used to having a muscular parent around the house. The only issue was that in his case it was his mother.

What first was fun for a kid, like being lifted easily by his mother, who up until Paul was aged ten was still able to do it effortlessly and with one arm started getting weird when Paul hit puberty. Soon enough he found out that muscular women turned him on. Internet pictures, domination stories, workout and armwrestling videos, everything he found he jerked off on. Problem was the only muscular woman in town was... Carol. And not just muscular. In the last couple years Carol had gone full amazon mode. At 5'8''and 190 pounds, Carol's muscles bulged everywhere in her body. Her 14,5 inch arms displayed the full strength they carried even when unflexed.

Paul finished his cereal and approached the sink to give the bowl to his mother. Instinctively, he stepped close to her and mentally measured his body against hers. The gap was humongous. Carol was still 2 or 3 inches taller, but could as well look twice as big as her son. Paul's skinny 140 pound frame looked like it could be snapped in two if he ever did something wrong around the house. Not that it would, of course. Carol was a loving mother

"Thanks, honey! Here, let me finish this up" she said, grabbing the bowl from Paul's hands. He noticed the sinewy striations and veins on her forearms.

"O-ok, mom... I, I gotta go" he turned around and stepped back, trying not to think on Carol's hard body in the wrong way

"Wait"

"What?" he turned back to her, as she took her apron off and stepped closer to him

"Give your mother a hug before leaving" Carol threw her arms around Paul's neck and pulled him against her chest. Completely obliterated, Paul's head rested on her strong, defined pectoral muscles. Paul smelled her. His mother always smelled like roses. As Carol pressed her son's body against her, Paul felt her pecs flexing insanely, pushing his head away a few inches, while still crushing him. Not sure what to do next, he hugged her back, sliding his hands through the muscles on her back. It amazed him how many splits and how hard she felt every time they hugged. It was like hugging a concrete wall, only it smelled better and it was smoother to touch.

Paul was beginning to be short of air, even though Carol wasn't really trying hard or anything. he felt his dick hardening. It killed him for it. She finally let him go

"Alright, babe. Have a great day in school"

"B-bye mom" was all Paul as able to say.

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Chapter 2


Carol entered the house through the kitchen door "Paul? Are you home, babe?"

No answer from her son. She casually dropped her gym bag over the kitchen counter and walked towards her son's room

"Babe? You in?" she knocked on the door. No sound from inside. She opened the door and looked. He must have been out.

'Great' she thought.

Carol was dying for some alone time. It's been a while since she had a boyfriend or even a causal sexual partner, and every time she had a chance, she liked to pleasure herself. Today, after a particularly brutal arm workout, she felt horny. Carol had developed long ago a taste for strength and muscles, and soon enough in her life she found out that the muscles that turned her on the most were her own. Entering her own room, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her sleeveless navy blue t-shirt that hid nothing from her massive shoulders and thick arms. Raising her left hand, she made her bicep pop up. With her right hand, she caressed the bulging mount of muscle that pushed her sweaty skin to the point it looked like it would tear. She felt the hardness of it. It was like steel.

"Oh, I'm getting bigger..." she said it out loud, to herself. Sexily, she ran her pink painted nails through the veins that were dilated and throbbing from her arm. She followed it's course up to her hand, spending sometime on her thick and sinewy forearms.

Smiling, she remembered the look on some guy's face as she curled 60 pounds dumbbells earlier today. Through the mirror, she noticed how his eyes bulged wide as she brought those massive weights up and down, up and down. She loved that. Seeing men's faces while she put out displays of her amazing strength and size.

Feeling her loins warming up, Carol stripped down from her t-shirt, revealing the tight black tank top that covered nothing much more than her nipples. She noticed her large pecs running down from her collarbone, diving deep into the top's fabric. Placing her hands on her hips, Carol contracted her pecs ferociously, sustaining the flex and watching as veins popped up from the split between them. She noticed how deep the split was, and how much cleavage she gained when she flexed her pecs

"Yeah... I'm really massive.." she whispered

Placing both her hands over her head, she untied her ponytail, letting her long blonde hair fall down her back. Still with her hands behind her head, Carol flexed her abs. What first was a very defined wall of muscles now reminded her of cobblestones, carefully alligned side by side, as if they were put together, eight of them, in perfect order. Admiring her hard rock abs, her voice got louder as she spoke to herself

"I'm thirty one, but I'm sure all of these young women over there would die for just one of these" as she caressed her abs.

Grinning, she punched herself, feeling it's hardness "Hard as a wall, am I?"

Looking over her massive shoulder, Carol watched her back. A while ago she had mirrors installed on both sides of the room, so that she could see her own rear while posing or dressing up. It was shallow, she knew, but she deserved it.

Tying her hair up again, she struck a lat pose, watching in flames how wide her back looked. She noticed the dips and lumps of her rhomboids and the thickness of her traps. Slowly Carol ran her right hand down to her pussy, and felt it's warmth and wetness. God, she loved being muscular and big. As she caressed herself, she kept her eyes in her muscles contracting on her shoulders and arms.

Not holding herself, she finally stripped out of her tank top, and slowly placed both her hands inside her shorts, feeling the thickness of her trunk sized legs. Rolling her hands down, she pushed the shorts down with her hands, bending over and feeling hotter and hotter as the fabric of the shorts and her hands touched her magnificent quads and gorgeously diamond shaped calves. As she bent over, keeping her knees straight, Carol took a good look from the rear mirror, watching amazed the shape and definition of her hamstrings and glutes, that were not hidden by her thongs. Still in that position, Carol ran her hands up, feeling the hamstrings and finishing with both hands on her massive bowling ball sized glutes. As she straightened herself up, burning with desire, Carol looked again over her shoulder, but this time to her bedroom door, which she had left wide open.

Standing there was Paul, shivering.

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Chapter 3


As their eyes met, Carol froze for a split second. It was enough to Paul to storm to his room and lock the door. Carol ran after him, but stopped herself before knocking on his door. Part shame part simply not knowing what to say to her son, she let go and headed back to her own room.

Inside, Paul turned his X-box on. Didn't help. Paul grabbed a book. Didn't help. All he could think of was what he had just seen. His mother's bulging muscles on display, performing the sexiest show he had ever seen. Conflicted, he tried to avoid that image, but it was useless. After fifteen minutes unable to erase those biceps and quads from the back of his mind, he finally gave in.

Unzipping his pants feeling guilty, Paul grabbed his cock. It's been hard since Carol's first flex. Trying to picture her muscles without her face above them, he started jerking off. God, she looked huge. Ripped. Strong. A true Amazon. As he went on, Paul relaxed. It became easier. Finally, he cummed. It was one of the best jerks he had ever had.

Later that night, Carol knocked on Paul's door, informing him dinner was ready. Paul didn't know what to say, but avoiding his own mother for the rest of his life didn't seem an option. Finally he went down to the kitchen.

Carol had set the counter up for just the two of them. As usual, two completely different meals. For him, burger and fries with dr. Pepper. For her, salad, grilled chicken breasts and water. No wonder why her body looked like that.

As Carol put the plates down, Paul looked from the corner of his eyes at her. She was on her jammies, flannel black pants that, although they weren't supposed to be tight, they ended up pretty snugged on her quads and glutes. Paul noticed how big and round his mother's butt looked. Immediately the image of her bending over earlier popped in his mind.

Her t-shirt, a thin fabric of cotton, even not so tight on her upper body, gave up the size of her shoulders and arms. Carol filled her clothes amazingly.

Sitting by his side, they started eating in silence. halfway through the meal, Carol finally broke the ice

"So, about earlier, babe..."

For a long time Paul loved that she called him 'babe'. Today, he hated it

"What about it?" Paul tried his best to sound as uninterested as he could

"I'm sorry you had to see that..."

"Well... I... I guess that's ok, mom"

"So... how much did you see?"

Paul didn't see that coming. Truth is he had entered the house about 2 minutes after Carol. He went to her room and check if she was at home when he saw her feeling her own bicep. From there, he got hypnotized by her muscles

"I... I suppose all of it"

"Oh"

That took Carol by surprise. In her mind, Paul had just entered the house, and ran away the second he laid eyes on her. For several seconds, she remained in silence, processing that info. Why hadn't he said anything before, then? And why didn't he ran before? Was he curious about her body? Her muscles? Carol figured Paul probably didn't have a chance to see many muscular people flexing in person, and surely had never seen a muscular woman. That could be intriguing to him. Still, it was odd that he remained in silence watching her flex her muscles to herself.

Finally, she asked

"And... what did you think of it?"

Paul stopped chewing instantly. His mouth went dry. For a moment, he thought he was going to choke. Finally, he grabbed his glass, took a big sip to help him swallow the food on his mouth and looked at his mother

"It... it was... you looked... you.. are... big, mom" he managed to say

"Yeah... I suppose I am a bit stronger than the average mother, right?"

"You... are bigger than the average parent, I think it's fair to say"

Carol smiled. She loved being called big and strong.

"Well... I am, I suppose. I hope that doesn't freak you out"

"I... I always knew you had muscles. I just had no idea they were that... powerful looking and imposing"

Carol turned her chair to Paul, looking him face to face

"Look babe. I know it's a lot to take. In this town, I know you won't find a woman with muscles like mine. And probably will meet only a handful of men with them. I like looking strong and powerful. I work hard everyday to look like this. But that doesn't mean that I'm a brute. I'm still a loving, caring, very feminine woman that loves her son more than anything in this world, alright?"

"I, I know mom. It's just... a lot to take, you know? I guess seeing your muscles all popping out made me realize that even though I'm the man of this house, you are the strong one..."

Carol turned her chair back to her plate and they started eating again. For a few seconds they remained in silence, absorbed by their own thoughts. This time, Paul broke it

"So... how strong are you, really?" He just had to know

"What do you mean, babe?"

"I... I don't know... how..  how much can you curl, for instance?"

"Oh... I can do 55s for reps... one armed, that is"

Paul was shocked. He had never tried weights himself, but he had seen (and jerked off) many videos online of female bodybuilders exercising. He remembered figuring out the weights they used on those videos. Some of them really grunted and puffed to curl 45s, and lost all form doing it. Normally they'd use much smaller weights to make those videos. The image of his mother curling 55 pound dumbbells and her biceps exploding from the effort immediately reflected down in his pants

"That's... that's a lot, I suppose" he said in a low voice

"Well" Carol answered, blushing "To be true, In the hours I go to the gym I don't see anybody else curling those bad boys" she giggled

It was true. One of the things that turned Carol on the most was that when she exercised there was no one around that could match her weights. From the second she stepped inside the weight room she was the most powerful and dominant person there. And she knew it. And everybody knew it. And she loved it.

Feeling good with herself because of the conversation, Carol rolled up her left sleeve and flexed her bicep. She watched Paul's eyes pop out and his jaw drop. It made her feel good and strong. She loved causing that reaction on people.

Paul's eyes couldn't believe in them. The humongous ball of muscle that rose as Carol flexed her elbow and contracted her biceps was impressive. The split between the two head of her biceps, the volume of her triceps, the cords that ran down her forearm and the round shape of her fibered shoulder were all there, inches away from him.

"Big, huh?" Her voice sounded distant

"Yeah.. can.. can I...?" his voice answered, no commanded by his brains, as he reached out to feel the gorgeous muscle standing proud in front of him

"Sure"

This was the first time Paul was truly feeling his mother's muscles. Yeah, they hugged, they eventually bumped on each other, he knew she was hard, but this time she was deliberately flexing it for him.

First he placed his index and middle fingers on the top of her peak as he tried to place his thumb on the back of her triceps. He almost couldn't reach it. Paul tried to squeeze her muscle, but it simply didn't budge. It was hard as iron. Then, he copped her bicep with the palm of his hand. It was bigger than he imagined. Carol extended and flexed her elbow a few times, causing her mighty muscle to dance inside Paul's hand. Paul noticed the pencil thick vein running down on the outer side of Carol's bicep, and completely mesmerized, caressed it, running it up to her shoulder. From there, he started following the splits of her triceps, which Carol made more prominent by extending her arm again, causing the horseshoe muscle to explode from her soft, Smooth skin.

Carol was enjoying it too. She felt great with herself watching the amazed expression on Paul's look. She loved that her body caused that effect in men. Looking at her son's arm, she imagined how bigger she was than him. It made her hot inside.

Paul had no idea how long he spent feeling and admiring his mother's bicep. He was taking out of his trance when she finally pulled her arm down and rolled her sleeves back to place.

"So, what you say we skip these dishes and watch a movie together?" her voice brought him back to reality

"What? I... I..."

"No 'I's' mr. We deserve some mother-son quality time"

"S-sure, mom"

"Great. I'll make you some popcorn" Carol said, standing up

Before Paul could follow her, Carol bent over, passing one of her arms behind Paul's knees and the other around his torso.

"Mom, what are you d...?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Carol effortlessly lifted him up from his chair like he was a baby and carried him from the kitchen

"Hey, who knew? I can still do this!" she said feigning surprise. Carol knew damn well she could lift Paul above her head if she wanted to.

Paul, living the most emasculating and yet sexy experience of his life, was speechless. His mother had just took his 150 pound body from the ground like it was nothing. Reaching the TV room, Carol gently placed Paul on the couch. Before leaving back to the kitchen, she stood in front of him and did a powerful double bicep pose. The fabric of her t-shirt stretched insanely on her torso, making her look even bigger

"Your mighty mom will be right back, babe. Just relax"

Paul thought to himself relax was the only option he didn't have

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Chapter 4


Paul said good night and ran back to his room. Locking the door behind him, he breathed hard. What the hell had just happened?

Closing his eyes, he remembered his mother's amazing biceps. He remembered how insanely hard they felt as he squeezed and caressed them. He remembered her voice saying how strong she was, how much those biceps could curl... and finally, he remembered her lifting him up and carrying him like he was nothing. His dick was hard again.

"Crap"

Watching that movie sitting beside her was plain torture. He wasn't sure he could remember the name of any of the characters. All Paul could pay attention to was his mom's body. Every time she changed positions on the couch, Paul noticed muscles bulging, contracting and relaxing effortlessly. She was big and hard everywhere. Once or twice, during the movie, as Carol stretched her arms and legs as she yawned, Paul noticed her thighs expanding scarily, as if they were going to tear her pants' fabric. He was pretty convinced that she was doing it on purpose, also. But why?

As he touched himself for the second time that day, his mind went back to Carol's bicep. He wondered what those could do to him, if she ever desired to punish him in some way. He imagined having his head crushed by that huge ball of steel. He imagined her throwing him around and him not being able to stop. Finally, he felt the spurt from his cock.

Meanwhile in her own room, Carol picked up a bottle of her overnight body lotion. As she started rubbing it on her chest, she remembered how odd her day had been. From a pretty standard work day, to a monstrous arm workout, to being caught by her own teenage son getting off on her own body, to watching him amazed by her muscles and... enjoying it. She felt the hardness on her nipples. Carol flexed her pecs, causing her breast to bounce up and down. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was getting bigger indeed. And she was hot.

Running her hands down to her abs, she spread the lotion calmly, taking her time on each one of the bricks she had put together over the years. How would Paul react if he felt her rock hard abs? And how would she feel? She remembered the look on his face when he first touched her flexed bicep. He looked really amazed by it's size and the power it exhaled. She felt really proud of her muscle. Ever since they moved to that small town, Carol missed having her body admired by someone else that not her. Yeah, she enjoyed herself during her workouts and the looks of bewilderment she got, but she missed true admiration of someone else. Of another man. People there weren't used to women that muscular. If Carol didn't have the strongest of willpower she probably would have quit on bodybuilding by now, just to fit in.

And now, there was someone around who admire and was impressed with her body. The only pickle is that someone was her son.

As she put lotion on her thighs, feeling each muscle group harder than the other, she reminded how she couldn't help herself and showed off to him a bit during the evening. First, lifting him up like it was nothing. Then, during the movie, flexing her muscles eventually, just to see if he noticed. He did, every single time. It was like he never took his eyes from her body. One particular time she felt like she would tear the fabric of her pants during a strong flex of her quads. She wondered what that would cause on Paul if the pants did disintegrate before his eyes. Carol panted imagining herself shredding her clothes in front of him. She loved that feeling of power and control.

Next morning Carol woke up earlier than usual. It had been a rough night sleep. More than once she woke up after having a dream where she overpowered men, and they worshiped her. She was all sweaty. Not sure what to do, she went for what always brought her back to herself: working out. It was still 6:30 when Carol put on her tight workout outfit that meant just a sports bra and tight fitting black shorts and headed downstairs to her living room. She did sit ups, pushups, and, with the help of a bar she had installed over the den's door, pull ups and chin ups. Before she knew, she was already late to make Paul's breakfast, so she headed straight to the kitchen. She had just finished his pancakes when Paul entered the kitchen. As Carol turned herself to the counter, still with the pan on her hands, their eyes met. Paul froze instantly.

Last day had already been one of the hardest in his life, his guilt consuming him through the night as he realized that his mother's body was turning him on. And now there she was, in all her glory, her pumped muscles all bulging everywhere, as if she wanted him to see them. He noticed how her shoulders popped up from her torso, almost hiding the thin strap of her bra. As she placed the pancakes on his plate, he saw the fibers on them dancing mischievously.

"Morning, babe"

Paul sat down, still on mute, still not removing his eyes from Carol's arms and abs.

"What is it, Paul? Not what you wanted?" Carol saw the look on his face. That was the same look he had when touching her biceps.

"Erm... no... sorry, mom. Good morning"

"So, what is it? Did I spill something?" Carol looked down to her abs, dragging her son's attention to her brick wall. She casually flexed them, making the muscle squares to pop out. She heard Paul coffing in awe.

"N-no... It's... just that... you. I.. I've never seen you like this... this early, I mean" Paul corrected himself quickly

"Oh.. I couldn't sleep, so I figured I might as well get these guns running early, you know?" Carol couldn't hold herself, giving a nice double bicep flex from the other side of the counter. The reaction she got was exactly what she expected. Paul dropped his fork and forgot to close his jaw.

"Hey, babe... I think I'll be free a little earlier today. What do you say I pick you up and we hit the gym? Maybe you can get a better idea of how strong you mom is if you watch me working out, what do you say? Today I'm doing chest and shoulders"

There it was. Carol couldn't stop herself from the idea of having someone truly admiring and worshiping her muscles as they worked.

"S-sure, mom... I..." Paul had no idea what to say. His instincts got the better of him. Instead of thinking the whole thing through and turning the invitation down, his more primal response couldn't back down the idea of watching her marvelous mother and her muscles all sweaty and pumped.

"Great!" Carol went around the counter, standing in front of Paul, who was still sit. His eyes had frozen on her abs.

"And hey, I heard there's a new boxing class I've been dying to try. Maybe that's something we could do together!"

"I..."

"C'mon, it will be fun! Plus, you can have some shots at these!" she pointed to her washboard stomach "Go ahead, give it a little try" Carol flexed her abs hard, right in front of Paul's face

"No, that's..."

"C'mon, babe... I promise it won't hurt me" Carol patted her own abs "See? They're hard!" She couldn't stop herself from bragging about her muscles and watch his reaction

Paul finally gave in and threw a small punch. His fist was stopped dead the second it made contact to her wall.

"See? hard, huh?"

Without saying a word, Paul stood up and gave a second shot, this time harder. 'Thud'. Carol's abs didn't budge an inch. He went for a third. Nothing. It was like punching the wall. His wrist hurt a little

"Hey, save some of those for later, Tyson. And remember, I might throw one or two too" Carol pretended to throw a punch to Paul's midsection, who flinched in despair.

"Whoa, what was that, Paul? I won't hit you for real, you know" she giggled

"Anyways, I'm gonna take a shower and get ready for work. See you later, babe" Carol turned her back and exited the kitchen

Paul looked at his hand, which was red and throbbing from the punches he threw. He noticed Carol's abs didn't seem like they have taken a hit at all. Imagining what would have happened to his abs if she hit him, he shivered. And his dick got harder.

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Chapter 5


That day flew by way faster than Paul wanted. Before he knew, it were already 4pm, the time he had scheduled with his mother to help her workout. Paul dreaded that moment. He thought multiple times during the day about sending her a message and coming up with some excuse, but he couldn't make one up that wouldn't draw suspicions, and he truly needed to avoid questions about the real reason he didn't want to see her muscles doing marvelous things. The best he could do was trying to be late so he didn't have to see a whole lot.

Walking back home and then driving slowly to the gym should do it. He could blame the traffic and still show up so that she wouldn't question a lot. Paul finally entered the gym around 4:30. His mother routine should be all but over by now.

Paul greeted the receptionist and looked around. There were only a few people at the gym. In one corner, he saw two girls in their mid 20s chatting and taking selfies, as if that was the important thing they had to do there. Across from them there was an old men with his PT. On the other side of the gym, near the freee weights, he saw two figures. A tirthy something man, who was doing some curls with mid-sized weights, and right next to him, a shorter, yet broader figure, in pink pants and matching sports bra, who was holding two seriously huge dumbbells. Carol, his mother.

Paul walked slowly towards her as she placed the dumbbells on the floor, next to a bench. He noticed how pumped her shoulders and chest looked. Paul had no idea of how chests were measured, but he was sure that his mother's had gotten bigger due to her routine today. She looked massive. The split between her pectoral muscles was deep and defined. The thick layers of muscle that began right above her collarbones were fibered and sweaty. Her sports bra, which had a rather thin side strap made her proportions even bigger, her lats spreading out her shape and stretching the bra's fabric even more.

"Oh, finally Paul! I was beginning to think you had bailed on me, babe"

"Erm.. sorry, mom. I got stuck"

"That's ok. I'm almost over here, though. To bad you missed it. I benchpressed 270 pounds today, can you believe it?"

Paul recorded that his mother just stated that she was able to lift almost twice his weight with those chest muscles he just couldn't stop staring at. Mentally, he also realized that he probably wouldn't be able to lift 30% of that.

"That's.. that's great, mom, I suppose"

"Anyways, here, help me with these. I'm on my last shoulder press set" Carol pointed to the two huge dumbbells she had carried near her bench. Paul read their weight: 50 pounds.

Carol sat on the bench, grabbed one of the dumbbells with her right hand and lifted it up to her shoulder height.

"Here, hand me the other one" she ordered him, as she placed her left hand in the same position as her right, waiting for him to hand her the dumbbell.

Paul grabbed it with one of his hands and flexed his back. As he tried to pick it off, he suddenly realized how heavy it was. With great effort, Paul picked it off the ground, but had to remain with his arm extended, gravity pulling the weight (and himself) down. He had to use his other hand to lift it high enough so that he could place it at his mother's hand. Finally, grunting and puffing, he gave it to her.

Carol, focused on the task ahead, didn't say a word. holding both weights, she rose her shoulders up, keeping her elbows on a 90 degree angle. Both dumbbells now were around her head's height. Exhaling, Carol lifted the weight above her head, extending her elbows while doing it, clanging the iron plaques together as they met. Paul watched mesmerized as her deltoids, already full sized caps, seemed to engorge at each rep. clang. A vein popped and dilated right in the middle of her shoulder as the reps went on. clang. The sound of the plaques banging against each other got louder, as Carol put more and more energy on her series. Paul, from the corner of his eyes, noticed the man next to them had stopped completely his exercise just to admire this human greek statue of a woman that his mother was. clang. Carol grunted as she was reaching her limit.

"Aarrrr" she let out a guttural grunt as she finally collapsed, after 9 or 10 (Paul had lost count watching her marvelous muscles work) reps. She dropped the weights down with a large thud and stood up ferociously, as if she was this NBA player who had just slam dunked.

"that... that was... intense, mom"

"It was, wasn't it?" Carol answered him as she admired herself in the mirror, watching closely the shape and fibers of her pumped shoulders.

"Be a gentleman and put those away, will you? While I go make my protein shake" she told him, pointing to the dumbbells and turning away.

Paul crossed eyes with the man who was watching Carol, they both very impressed with what they had just seen. Paul finally picked up one of the dumbbells and racked it where it belong. He took the second one, and looking both way to be sure no one was paying attention at him, tried to copy his mother's movement. Even though he was able to reach start position with the help of his other arm, Paul wasn't able to perform one single press with the weight Carol had just done several.

Paul headed back to the gym lobby, where Carol was chatting with the receptionist, drinking a brownish stuff that looked a lot like a milkshake with too much water on it.

"... one of these days you'll have to spot me so I can try to max out, Chrissy" his mother said to the lady behind the counter

"I will if you help me with my routines, ms Olympia" the girl giggled

Paul took a look at her. He had seen her before. She was a senior on high school, and daughter of the gym's owner. Probably helped around when she could. Paul remembered he always thought Chrissy was hot and fit, but now, next to his amazon mother, she looked regular, almost tiny.

"Sure will, honey" Carol answered, before turning herself to Paul

"Oh, hey babe. I was just talking to Chrissy here. Have you met her"

"Uh... yeah... hi, Chrissy"

"Uh.. hi, Paul"

"You know, Chrissy here wants to take her workouts more seriously. Maybe you two could do it together, you know. Spot each other"

"Uh... sure" Paul answered, not picturing a way Chrissy would enjoy spending one hour every day with a freshman nerd like him. Plus, odds were that if they worked out together, Chrissy would probably be lifting more weight than he did.

"Anyways" Carol continued "There's a cardio boxing class in 30 minutes. What do you say?"

"Oh, mom, I'm not sur..."

"Nonsense. C'mon, it will be fun!"

"I don't know..."

"Oh, don't be such a grumpy"

"Actually, the class is really empty today. I guess it will just be the both of you" Chrissy meddled in their conversation

"You hear that, babe? It will be so fun!" Turning back to Chrissy, she added "Alright, put our names down. We're doing this" without an exit, Paul just sighed and sat on the lobby couch, waiting for the class, as Carol and Chrissy remained chatting excited about workouts and diets.

The boxing teacher finally arrived and took them to the class room. In there, Paul notice a large sandbag, some ropes and abdominal devices and a speed bag. Pretty standard

"Alright guys. First, tie up your hands on these. We won't need gloves today, but it's better if you protect you knuckles from the contact with the bags" He said as he handed them some tapes to wrap around their hands. As they did, he gave a second order

"Warm ups. Running and jumping ropes. 10 minutes. Go."

As Paul and Carol ran in circles, the teenage noticed the energy on his mother's body. It was like she hadn't just lifted huge amounts of weight just half an hour ago. Carol grabbed one of the ropes and started jumping. Paul noticed how her plump butt didn't even shake a bit each time she reached the floor, so hard it was. Her diamond shaped calves exploded each time she took her body a good 3 inches from the floor. Carol was so skilled she was able to perform double jumps and some crazy stuff Paul couldn't even describe. Meanwhile, he managed 3 or 4 jumps each time before tangling himself up.

"Alright, guys. Since there's just two of you, here's how it's gonna be. I'll give you a couple sequences, and while one of you works with me, the other will practice on the sandbag. Alright? So here it is: jab-jab-hook, jab-jab-hook, jab-jab-uppercut" The teacher showed them how to do it, making them repeat the movements a couple times.

Paul already exhausted, went first to the sandbag. He pretended to be doing his sequences while watching his mother and the teacher. Each time his mother connected a punch to one of the practice pads the teacher had on his hands, Paul noticed how loud the sound was. His mother seemed to have great technique, and clearly a lot of power. Soon enough, Paul noticed that each time Carol threw a hook, the teacher took a step back to absorb the impact. Once or twice, when her arm swing was faster than his, he ended up losing balance and taking a step sideways to regain it.

They changed positions and Paul realized that it was way harder than what Carol made it look like. His punches were slow and didn't make almost any sound when connecting to the pads. It seemed that the time it took for him to throw three punches, Carol was able to throw 7 or 8.

Taking a break to catch a breath, Paul watched Carol work the bag. He was right about her speed and technique. It's been half an hour and she was still dancing around, bouncing as if the bag was a real fighter, and throwing powerful blows to it.

Finally, the teacher announced "That's good for today. Listen, I still have another 10 minutes before the next class. If you want to stay in here and practice a little more, feel free" he said as he left the room. Paul was already untying his hands when Carol spoke

"Hey, no more? At least help me here, babe" she pointed to the sand bag

"What... what do you want me to do?" For a second he thought she was going to ask him to spar with her

"If you could just hold the bag while a throw a couple more punches. I hate it when it swings"

Paul watched the heavy sandbag. He didn't remember it swinging on any of his punches.

Not sure of what to do, Paul went to the bag, staying behind it, and hugged it. As his mother danced around and threw some jabs, he figured it wasn't too hard. It was not like her punches were able to bring him off his balance. He had relaxed when Carol threw her first hook to the bag. The loud thud happened along with the vicious swing the bag took to the left, taking Paul with it.

"Hey, babe! Put some effort on it!" Carol complained.

Paul lowered his body, widened his base and leaned forward, trying to hold the bag steadily. As Carol got more and more focused, it got harder and harder to Paul to hold the bag still. His mother's blows were ferocious, her body shots made Paul lose his balance constantly. As She worked the bag and sweat ran down her body, Paul watched her shoulders and arms. Each time she connected a punch, her muscles trembled and pop, transporting all of their power to the bag. Carol rotated her hips and shoulders like a pro, causing Paul to wonder what one of those punches would do to him if she miscalculated it. Sweat ran down Carol's midsection, from her cleavage all the way to the splits between her eight packed abs. Paul was hypnotized by the glow it created. That amazon there, showing off all of her power and sexiness, owner of anything she desired.

Finally, Carol began to slow down.

Paul, figuring she was finished after a few seconds without any other punches, let go of the bag. He had took a step back when Carol threw two final powerful blows, causing the bag to swing dangerously.

"Winner by knockout, Carol Myers" she announced proudly, Flexing her mighty biceps, sweaty and pumped from the killer session

Paul hid behind the bag his hard on.

[georgeundertaker2004]

Chapter 6


Ride home was silent. Paul was trying to think of anything other than the show he had just witnessed. Watching his mother punch that bag like she was really trying to beat somebody up right after she had just pumped some insane amounts of weight. He tried to pay attention to the radio, to the lights outside of the car, to the billboards. Anything. Nothing helped. All he could see was her sweaty, muscular body, all pumped and hard, throwing blows after blows. he shivered in agony as he tried to imagine anything else.

Carol, on her side, seemed focused on the road. Her body was still pumped from the workout, but she seemed relaxed, although talking less than usual. Once they got home, Paul excused himself and went straight to his room. Carol dropped her gym bag over her bed, turned the shower on, setting the temperature to way colder than usual, undressed and entered the shower.

With her eyes closed, she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Had she really just showed off to her own son? She tried her best to reason with herself, saying out loud that it was just the heat of the moment and the class, but she knew deep down that it was not just that. Carol punched today with more energy, more power. She was making a statement to Paul. She was saying through her muscles to her son that she was a powerful, strong, deadly woman. That the body of hers was to be admired, respected and feared. Worshipped.

"Worshipped" she repeated her thoughts loud.

Closing the water, she stepped out of the shower, and still naked and wet, looked at herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair falling down on her protruded traps, her thick neck. Carol flexed and relaxed her pectorals, watching her breast implants pop up and down. It's been a long time since her chest was more muscle than silicon. They were there to give her a more feminine look, but that chest was mostly muscle.

"I am to be worshipped"

Carol ran her hand through her arms, hugging herself. Than she opened up and flexed them hard. The plump balls of muscle jumped up, surpassing her equally developed shoulders. Running her hands down to her abs, she felt the tiles of muscle, hard and protruded. She punched them.

"I am like a greek statue. I've been sculpted in sweat and marble"

The more Carol praised herself, the hotter she got. That's what she wanted. Admiration. Applause. She was hot.

Going further down, she touched herself. Her pussy was wet and warm. Bending over the bathroom sink, Carol leaned herself in one of her hands, while the other gently caressed herself. She closed her eyes. Yes. There she was, in all her glory. And there were men, admiring and bowing to her feet. One of them stepped closer, and begged to feel her hard body. Carol, now feeling the rush of her masturbation, allowed the man. He kissed her biceps, and her abs. He begged for her to show her mighty strength. She was about to cum. Carol lifted the man above her head. The others clapped and chanted. She was a Goddess, and he was her sacrifice. Her finger moved faster inside her now, the flow was starting to come down.

She pushed the man down on his knees, shoving him between her legs, tasting her. And she squeezed him with her trunk thighs. She kept squeezing until his body went soft. Finally, she let his unmoving body fall to the ground as she came and moaned hard. Carol looked at the man. It was Paul.

She opened up her eyes scared and looked at herself in the mirror. If that's what she needed to feel free, so be it.

[georgeundertaker2004]

Chapter 7


"This is it" Carol thought to herself "I'm doing this" Still in her workout outfit, Carol came out of her bathroom and stood in front of Paul's door. She knocked "Paul, come downstairs. Now"

Carol didn't wait for his protests. This was her giving orders and demanding them to be obeyed. She placed her hands on her hips as she waited for her son to come down "This is happening" she spoke out loud

"What is happening?" Paul came down with his gym shorts and shirtless. Carol noticed how much of a wimp he looked near her

"Sit". Paul obeyed in silence, taking sit in the middle of the couch. Carol stopped in front of him, standing up.

"Paul, what do you think of my muscles?"

Paul's face lost all his color

"What?"

Carol stripped down of her workout shorts, revealing herself in nothing but her thongs. She flexed both her quads, making them tremble ferociously

"I asked you what do you think of my muscles" she repeated, this Time in a more menacing tone.

"I... I.... I...." Paul had no idea what to say

Carol stepped closer to him. She flexed her abs inches away from his face. The muscle bricks jumped out of her stomach "Paul, do my muscles turn you on?"

'Damn' he thought. He knew his dick was so hard that she could see that the answer to that question was yes.

"Do you wonder how hard they feel, Paul?" Carol proceeded "Go ahead, feel them"

Paul just couldn't say no. He extended his right hand and placed it on her abs. He felt, shivering, the splits between each muscle. It was hard as concrete.

Carol trembled. There it was. The touch of someone who truly worshiped her. For a second there, she considered grabbing his hand and driving it directly into her womanhood. But she contained herself

"Do you wonder how strong they are, Paul?" Carol asked, placing her hands under his armpits and effortlessly pulling him up from the couch.

Inhaling deeply, Carol stroke a crab flex right in front of her son. She grunted as she did it.

She saw, satisfied, the exasperation on his eyes as her traps and chest bursted into life. Carol held her breath and her flex for several moments, giving time for her veins to engorge and feed her hungry muscles. She smiled satisfied when she heard Paul moaning

"That's right, Paul. My muscles are insanely strong. Can you imagine comparing them to yours?" Carol turned around and stroke a double bicep pose.

Paul had no idea where to focus. His mother's huge arms, fully flexed; her thick, plump back; or her ridiculous thick and fibered glutes.

Carol faced him again and commanded "Flex your bicep, Paul"

Unable to do anything but obey, he did. Without saying a word, Carol flexed her own right next to his. The difference was abysmal. Carol's arms were at least 4 inches bigger than her son's. This was shameful for him. And Carol couldn't help but feel satisfied by being that much dominant. But she wanted more

"Tell me, Paul. What do you think of this?" she asked about the comparison between their arms

"I...." Paul remained unsure or unable to speak

"You feel embarrassed by how bigger your mom's are? Or you feel aroused by her sheer power?"

"I...."

"Answer me!" This time, she spoke loudly, giving him no choice

Paul's spine shivered. He felt like if he didn't answer, his life would be taken right there "It's... the sexiest thing I've ever seen"

Carol smiled. There. He had admitted it.

"Good. Now kneel" Her son instantly fell to his knees.

"Do you want to feel more of my power, Paul? Do you want to touch more of my muscles?"

"Y-yes" Paul had already cummed into his shorts by now. But he wanted more

Carol extended her leg. She flexed her quad in front of his eyes, inviting him. Paul placed both hands around her right thigh, but it was too large. He couldn't contain it. Carol flexed her quads, watching satisfied as her muscles pushed her son's hands apart.

Paul felt how hard her muscles were. Even her inner thigh was made of steel. He smelled something new coming from her panties. Something.... wet, something.. sexy. Even though he was still a virgin, he knew that could mean only one thing. She was hot too.

"Paul, tell me... what would you think if I dropped one of those punches into your stomach?" Carol closed her fist and punched the air

Paul almost screamed in fear "N-no! Please don't! You'd break me in half"

She smiled "That's right. I'd knock the very air out of you with one of those blows..." she continued "And what do you think would happen if I locked you in here?" she flexed her quads angrily.

"M-mom! No! Please!" Paul was almost crying "Why would you do that?"

Carol grinned "Oh, Paul... because I can"

She pulled him up again, taking him off the floor this time. Carol was holding her teenage son inches from the floor as if he weighted nothing

"Now, you will kiss and worship every muscle of mine. Or you will feel it's power"

Carol put him down and flexed her bicep into his face. Paul dove his lips on it. It felt hard as a rock. And big. Paul ran wildly his hands through her body, feeling every lump of rock, thick muscle she had. He kissed them. He moaned about how strong they felt.

Finally, Carol pulled him close to her chest and involved Paul into her embrace. She was breathing hard, so hot she was right now.

And she squeezed. And squeezed. Each time harder. She could feel Paul's hard breathing into her pecs. It was like heaven to her. She could feel his hands desperately trying to pull apart. It was useless. She got hotter. She felt him trying to punch her insanely, as if he could escape. It was happening.

Finally, she felt his limbs going numb and his body getting heavier, being dragged to the ground by gravity. He was out. At the same time, Carol screamed in pleasure. She just had the best orgasm she had in years.

The End

[JangoFitt5]

Brfan's stories are wonderful! Is he still active?

[georgeundertaker2004]

Brfan's stories are wonderful! Is he still active?

Sadly it's been a while since he's posted anything. I think he has an account that last posted the ''Mature Muscle'' story here in 2022 (I don't even know if it's the real him, since he has another account that is banned but his stories are still around) but since then there hasn't been any news about him.

I also think he had posted this story himself 6-7 years ago, but due to the character's age the admins deleted it.

[JangoFitt5]

Hmm yeah I understand, then it's good that you made those adjustments before re-posting it. Thanks again!!

[Wookey]

Was always disappointed that Carol did not have him train with her as he was growing up. Had a mother who was a swimmer and tennis player who made me do junior classes as she exercised. Built a life long love of exercise.

[Female Bodybuilding]

Brfan's stories are wonderful! Is he still active?

Sadly it's been a while since he's posted anything. I think he has an account that last posted the ''Mature Muscle'' story here in 2022 (I don't even know if it's the real him, since he has another account that is banned but his stories are still around) but since then there hasn't been any news about him.

I also think he had posted this story himself 6-7 years ago, but due to the character's age the admins deleted it.

Allow me to clarify a few details.

You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login has been an active Saradas member for approximately a decade. As his profile indicates, he was last online on October 28, 2026, just over a week ago.

His most recent story is You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, which was last updated on August 25, 2025.

As I recall, three of his earlier stories 'Growing Up with Muscles Around' , 'Betty', and 'Pandemic' were removed by the administration due to issues concerning the characters' ages.

So, while he hasn't posted anything recently, he does appear to remain an active member of the community.

[Ophaki]

Does anyone have the three original stories that were removed? Please send them to me privately.

[JangoFitt5]

I find this policy absolutely right and ethical and I would also love to see his old stories. Because his muscle descriptions are really good and I feel like they could be rewritten quite easily with the author's approval. Existing dynamics could be replaced with ones like "some old coworkers" or "roommates".  We can always write our stories among consenting adults who are in a position to give consent and are not in vulnerable circumstances. 

[Female Bodybuilding]

Does anyone have the three original stories that were removed? Please send them to me privately.

If I were you, I would reconsider making such a request here, even if you intend to receive the stories privately.

Saradas is not a place where stories involving underage characters are permitted to be shared or circulated, whether publicly or through private messages. The fact that the original stories were removed should make the administration's position on this matter clear.

Please respect the forum's rules and understand that this is not the appropriate place to seek or exchange such material.

I find this policy absolutely right and ethical and I would also love to see his old stories. Because his muscle descriptions are really good and I feel like they could be rewritten quite easily with the author's approval. Existing dynamics could be replaced with ones like "some old coworkers" or "roommates".  We can always write our stories among consenting adults who are in a position to give consent and are not in vulnerable circumstances. 

That's a reasonable suggestion. You're welcome to contact You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login directly and ask whether he would be willing to revise and repost his three earlier stories 'Growing Up with Muscles Around' , 'Betty', and 'Pandemic'in accordance with Saradas' rules.

If the author is interested in revisiting these stories and adapting them appropriately, that would certainly be the proper way to proceed.