Mom's bicep

[Brfan]

"C'mon Mark. I wanna burn those arms today"
"In a minute, mom"
I walked into our condo's gym along with my mother. We've been working out together for a few years now, ever since dad died and, after a few months, we got back on our feet. It was good for both of us, as it allowed me and mom to grief and bond together, but clearly this was something she put much more heart and effort into.
Mom handed me the rubber band that we usually used to warm up, and we both started doing light curls with it, just to get the blood flowing and the joints lubricated for our exercises. Mom wanted to go for a full bicep workout, with maybe some shoulder alongside, and I was ok following her instructions. She had learned a lot about weightlifting as she grew fonder of it, even paying up a trainer eventually to help our (well, mostly hers) progress.
As we finished about 20 or 30 reps, I asked her what was next
"I was thinking we could start with some EZ curls"
"Alright, let's do it"
We approached the rack where the EZ bar was, and as I grabbed the clips, mom instructed me
"So, we'll start with 12 reps. How much do you want?" inquiring about the weights
I thought for a second before answering her
"Ten I guess it's ok" As I said, I'm not exactly the one who progressed with all the lifting. I looked ok, even a bit better than the regular 17 year old, but nothing out of the extraordinary
"Alright" she said as she added a 10 pound plate on each side of the bar. I grabbed it and started my set. Mom stood In front of me, correcting the technique and spotting. As I went through my reps and felt the burning sensation on my arms, I felt good. It was a good feeling. I finished up and replaced the bar on the rack
"Very good, son. That was a strong set" Mom encouraged me
"Thanks, mom" I said as I asked her with my eyes how much weight she wanted for her own set. She got the message
"Add 10, please" she said as we took the clips off and grabbed the additional plate.
Now that might have seemed odd for the ordinary citizen that walked into the gym, but I was used to it. Having a 44 year old mom with a bodybuilder's body wasn't something many could say, but despite not having any interest in competing, mom was proud of her muscles. When we started working out 3 years ago, I could actually match and even lift heavier than her in pretty much any exercise, but that didn't last long. Once she started seeing her progress and watch her body change, she got more and more into it. Before I knew what was happening, mom was supplementing, dieting and, yes, growing. Sure, it was a gradual process, but by the time I turned 16 she was already bench pressing more than I could fathom, and her muscles were prominent enough to refrain me from comparing mine to hers. It wasn't exactly easy, but I knew that being buff was doing wonders also to her mind. Mom was proud of how big she had gotten, especially her upper body. I knew she liked when people stared at her frame or her boulder-shaped shoulders, or large arms when we were at the mall or the movies. She liked the attention. Even I couldn't help but stare eventually. I had an image of her in her black dress she used for her company's Christmas party last year. I had no idea until then a woman could look that muscular and still girly and feminine. I only thanked how lucky I was to have such an example under the same roof.
I watched as mom curled that 55ish pound weight on her hands (given that the bar probably weighted around 15). I knew she wouldn't need any help from me, but still I enjoyed staying there, in front of her, as she went through her slow, labored reps. I also enjoyed listening to her controlled breaths, exhaling at each curl. Mom finished up her 12 rep set and pointed at the bar
"Wanna go for 8 with this weight?"
"Maybe take 5 off" I was being honest. I wasn't sure if I could go for 8 reps with that. Yeah, one might have felt challenged, but I knew better. Mom was stronger than I was. She was bigger. Plain and simple.
"Alright" she helped me set the weight up and watched me through my reps.
"C'mon, you got this, Mark" she cheered as I struggled and trembled through the last 2 reps.
"Awesome, son. Didn't even need my help there" she was being all motherly and honest, but deep down I knew she felt somewhat amused that she could do more reps with more weight than I could. I'd be too, if I were a 44 year old woman who could outlift her 17 year old son.
Mom set her bar to 65 total pounds and went through her 8 reps. By now her biceps were all swollen, her cephalic vein was large enough to be noticed running down from her forearms and into the tip of her bicep, then diving in the middle of her shoulder. I couldn't stop staring at it. Mom had recently made a tattoo around her left bicep. At first she had thought about going for a barbed wire that said to the world how dangerous her muscle was, but she eventually chose a more delicate trace of a chain consisted of multiple infinite signs, all connected. It still said 'this is a big, hard muscle' but in a girly way. As mom curled the bar, the tattoo expanded, following the bulbous shape of her muscle. I was probably not blinking while I watched the spectacle.
"Alright, Kiddo. I want you to go for the 20 plates. Even if it's just a few reps, ok? We gotta push you"
"Yes, ma'am" I answered her, setting the bar.
I looked at it for a second. I had just seen my mother do 12 reps with that, and not struggle at all. As I grabbed it, I knew there was no way I'd make even half of that. Still, despite all the trembling and a little cheating, I managed 4. Mom placed her hands under the bar and ordered me to keep going. She helped me through another 2.
"That was solid, Mark. I know it might seem hard, but if you don't push yourself, you won't grow. Congratulations, son"
"Thanks, mom" I told her, lowering my eyes.
This time she set the bar alone, for an astonishing 75 pounds. I just stood there, mesmerized, as she curled the bar. Mom grunted and puffed at each rep. She managed 5 of them. By now her biceps were about to burst her skin open. I had seen her accomplish shocking lifts before, but it never ceased to amaze me
"Wow, mom... that was..."
"Strong, right?" she finished my sentence. "Hey, why don't you grab the measuring tape on my bag?" she pointed at the duffel bag she had brought along. I went for it as she hydrated herself. I looked at her. She was now fully pumped in her arms, the sweat glistening from her back and arms. Mom's frame was wide and transpired raw power. It helped that she only wore cropped tank tops that put her upper body in full display.
I walked towards her and showed her the tape. She took it from my hand
"Let's do you first" she commanded.
I rolled up my sleeve and flexed my bicep. A small peak jumped up. A normal young boy would be proud of the number she announced
"14.5. Not too shabby, huh, Mark? You are growing. Who knows, by summer you might be 15 inches"
Mom handed me the tape and flexed her mighty muscle. I stared at if for a few moments, before wrapping the tape around it. As my hand touched her silk skin, I gave it a little press, but it was like trying to make a dent on a rock. Mom giggled at my attempt
"That's solid, right, kiddo?" she winked at me
"Like... granite, mom"
She smiled "Granite is right. So, how big?"
My eyes jumped from their orbit as I read the number. My voice came out no louder than a whisper "16... and 3/4"
"Hell yeah" she celebrated "I'll definitely be over 17 by the time pool season begins. I haven't lost much not even during this cutting phase. You can tell I'm more ripped than I was, right, Mark?" Mom now flexed both her arms
"Y-yeah, mom"
"Alright, let's move on. And tomorrow I want to go for some back muscles. Then after you can take some pictures so that I can see my progress. Plus, I love how you look when I flare my lats at you, kiddo" she giggled mischievously.

[Brfan]

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[ロリコン]

ok, hot, have to follow

[jhunter]

Nice set up, curious as to where the story will lead to. Keep it up.

[Guit03]

Nice start^^

[wowser1016]

Well done! We are off on another adventure and I cannot wait for the next installment. K+!

[Brfan]

"Alright, enough talking. I wanna try to squeeze some shoulder presses in today, still. Off to the dumbbells, Mark" Mom commanded, and I followed.
Our condo gym wasn't anything state of art, but it was good enough, albeit not having more than one of each. That always meant that when we were doing alternate bicep curls we'd share the bench, sitting side by side.
Mom instructed me "Ok, so we're gonna push you on this. I want three sets, of 8, 8 and 6 reps. Start with the 25s"
That was a bit over what I was used to, but I didn't dare defying her. When it came to pumping iron, mom's words were orders to me. And when it came to anything else, well, seeing her pumping iron made sure that her words were always orders to me.
I grabbed the 25 pound dumbbell and sat beside her. Mom got up and told me to sit by the end of the bench, as if I would be lying down on it.
"This way I can sit behind you and help you if you struggle, hon"
I did as told and felt mom's scent and breath coming from behind me, where she placed herself using her torso to press against my upper back. I inclined forward, placed my elbow on my inner thigh and started curling. I managed the 8 reps with some difficulty with my right hand, and then I swapped. Mom placed her hand on my left bicep as I worked through my left hands reps
"That's good, Mark. I can feel this muscle growing inside my palm here" she gave a little squeeze on my soft bicep. I finished my set.
"Excellent. Now switch places with me" she told as she got up and grabbed a menacing, intimidating 45 pound dumbbell. I scooched over so mom could sit in front of me. As she lowered herself, I glanced at her rear. Damn, that woman had two bowling balls on her butt. Mom's behind was solid and plump, and as she touched down the bench I could feel the weight of her body. She looked and she sounded heavy. And I knew that was all muscle.
Now let me explain something here. Despite being about 4 inches taller, mom's back was so wide I felt like she had turned of the lights around. All I could see was her muscular, plumply back. She still held an upright position, as she breathed and concentrated for her set, and mom's lats, despite not being spread, made her look like the upper part of an hourglass. It also helped that image of dominance the fact that I could see her traps bulging from her back and invading the space of her neck. I wondered what she'd look like doing a most muscular pose.
Mom inclined and grabbed that huge dumbbell, and by doing so gave me a better look of her front. I could now see the mirror over her shoulder, and therefore I focused on her arms. I just watched the show. Even when she extended her arms before a curl her bicep still showed volume from it's size, but in a more elongated shape. As she brought it back up, the muscle curled up into a tight, big ball of flesh that almost screamed to be released from it's skin prison.
The experience of watching her demonstration of sheer power had now gone beyond the visual, as her low moans reached my ears. I shivered in silence.
Mom finished her set and, in silence, placed her dumbbell back on the rack and grabbed the 30 pound one. She handed it to me, making clear that that's what I was supposed to lift now. I wasn't sure if I could, and she saw right through my eyes
"I'll be behind you. You got this, son"
She again sat behind me, but instead of pressing her body right away against mine, this time she kept a few inches away. I looked at her through the mirror and saw her taking off her cropped tank top, exposing even more her statuesque upper body, now covered only in a white tank top. Looking at us sat like this made the difference between her shape and mine even bigger. Mom's V shape jumped out of my sides, her large capped shoulders dwarfing mine even relaxed as they were. I felt her body pressing up against my back once again. This time she also placed her arms under mine, grabbing my wrists from behind
Her voice was no more than a whisper "Go ahead. I'm here. If you need, I'll help you" I could feel the density of her biceps against my triceps, as well as I could feel all the sinews and cords on her forearms.
I placed my elbow on my thigh once again, and felt her's right next to mine. Mom kept her hands under mine, in case I needed an extra push. I could smell her. She smelled like lavender and sweat. It was intoxicating.
I managed 6 reps, and she had to jump in on the last two. Despite not doing much effort, I could feel her biceps flexing as she helped me through it. Damn they were hard.
After finishing up my left hand set, where mom needed to help me with 3 reps, I felt exhausted. My biceps burned like hell. I was panting.
"That was intense, Mark. Now rest up, cause you still have one last set to go, and I want you to go with 35" she ordered. I looked at her begging her not to push me over, but she was adamant.
"Just breathe. You'll get through" Mom got up, placed my weight back and grabbed a 50 pounder for herself. I was just shocked watching her.
Again, we switched positions and I found myself hidden and diminished by her raw strength and shape. As she went through her second set, my mind started boggling. I now was experiencing her Amazonesque muscles in three different senses. I saw them flex and contract, swelling and getting bigger at each rep. I heard her effort and liberation of power through her moans. And I smelled that power as she became more and more sweat.
She finished up her second set and I could tell in her eyes that she was holding herself back from flexing her muscles. She wanted to, I knew. But she was worried it might emasculate me even more, or take the focus and the willingness from me. So she kept her muscles to herself.
Mom handed me the dreadful 35 pounder. She placed herself again behind me, and whispered
"I'm here. You got this"
We exchanged looks through the mirror and I focused. I grabbed the dumbbell knowing I wouldn't go for more than 2 without her help. Indeed, by the second rep I was already shaking and trembling. Mom's hand came under mine for help. She whispered words of incentive as she pushed me through that last set
"C'mon Mark, show me" "One more" "Show me that power, big man" "Yes, that's is. You're so strong, Mark"
"Fuck, yeah" she said louder as I finished the last rep and dropped the weight to the ground. I couldn't possibly lift another fly, but I felt all male and strong right now. It was like mom's words gave me another testosterone surge and I felt big and hard.
I gave room for her and watched as she picked up the 55. Now that was something. That dumbbell was scary. But mom's biceps were even more intimidating. I bet that if that dumbbell could talk, it would be shaken.
Mom sat in front of me, our legs pressed against each other. For some reason I couldn't tell, I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her large back, and placed my hand on her muscular forearm, offering my help. She smiled at me, condescendingly. As she held the dumbbell with her right hand, she used her left one to take my hand from her forearm and place it on her right bicep. Then she smiled.
And started curling.
The first full flex I felt like my fingers were being pushed out of her arm completely. It was the hardest, most explosive muscle I had ever touched. Mom grunted.
As she extended her arm, she spoke "tell me how it feels"
Mom brought the weight back up and I spoke, in between her grunts and moans
"My God"
"ugh"
"They are huge"
"argh"
"Like cannonballs"
"yeah"
At each rep her muscle grew bigger and harder. When she finished her right arm set, we just looked at each other. Knowingly, I switched my hands and placed them at her left bicep as she started curling it. Again, all I could do was try to turn into words the amazement I was feeling by touching such impressive, Godessly muscle
"Granite"
"Giant"
"You're an Amazon"
This time she didn't stop herself. As soon as she finished her set, mom dropped the weigh to the ground and flexed both her biceps, staring at me through the mirror.
For a second there, after experiencing her muscles with four of my 5 senses, I considered kissing and tasting it as well. This time I stopped myself

[Japagreipe]

That was a hot chapter. Mom is turning up the heat as well as the dominance, it seems. This story could go many different ways, so I won't even bother speculating. I'll just wait for it to be revealed in future chapters. Good work.

[wowser1016]

Mom has got it goin' on! No idea where this is gonna end up but I'm not leaving until "The End".

[Brfan]

"Now that was a great workout" Mom said walking back into our living room after we came back from the condo gym. I was hurting everywhere in my arms and shoulders. After she finished up with my biceps, she made us do some serious shoulder presses
"It really was, mom"
"And you did great too, Mark" despite having lift some huge amounts of iron, mom was still full of energy "25 pounds for presses are not too shabby, you know"
she complimented me, turning around and facing me. Despite the nice words, my lifts were still light-years behind hers. She had just pressed 60 pounders.
"That exercise is great for your delts, you know? To add some volume here" she said, patting my shoulders and smiling
I smiled back "Well, who knows one day I'll have massive pumpkins like these" I patted her bulging shoulders back. They were hard as stone. Mom smiled. She loved the compliments about her physique.
"Aw fuck" I said as I felt the pain in my shoulders and arms "Even lifting my arms like this hurt now. You murdered me, mom" I said jokingly
"Oh babe, trust me. If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn't be standing up right now" she giggled "But tell you what. Why don't you go take a shower and when you come back I'll give you a nice massage on your arms and shoulders. You know, myofascial release"
"Hum... ok, mom. From what I heard, it hurts, but it's supposed to be good, right?"
"Right. You'll feel better after it. Now go"

I walked back to my room and hopped into a cold shower. I heard mom was doing the same on hers. I tried to make some sense of the last hour or so. Sure, I always knew mom enjoyed being praised by her physical achievements, especially considering she wasn't some high school jock. She was a middle aged woman, widow, mother who had put up a whole lot of muscle into her body. It was indeed something to be praised, no matter what the most conservative channels of society thought about it. I admired her, mentally and physically, for what she had built. However, it seemed to me that lately she had been trying to create some sort of sexual tension between us. Constantly she gave little hints for me to talk about her body, to even touch it, as today I did. It was hard not to. Also, she was getting used to word games with me, with some sexual, or at least, dominance connotation. It was bugging my mind, really. She was getting under my skin. Despite never having thought about it as a teen growing up, lately I've been finding the idea of a muscular, dominant woman somewhat attractive. And seeing how big my mother was, how strong she became wasn't doing me any good on pushing those feelings away.

I got out of the shower, threw in a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt and headed out in the hallway. I was about to go to the living room when mom called me in her room. I stopped walking for a second there as I looked at her. Mom still had her towel around her head in that way women do to dry up their hair. What caused my faltering was her outfit. Mom was wearing  salmon colored silk jammies, that were composed by very short shorts (which I guessed weren't supposed to be that snug fitting, but her quads and butt were just too big) and matching blouse that had just two very thin straps over her shoulders, almost invisible, lost in that mass of muscles that jumped out everywhere. The blouse had a low cut, which allowed me to see deep into her cleavage, made mostly of the split between her pecs. Even her lats were visible flaring out under her arms.
She raised a bottle of massage oil she had on her hands and told me to sit in front of her, on the bed. I obeyed.
Mom rubbed some oil on her hands and the minty scent took over the room. She grabbed my left arm and started massaging it, with special attention to my biceps. Though it hurt a little as she pressed harder to release the tension on my muscles, it felt good.
"Hey, you are getting some beef in here, Mark. Nice density. I can feel" she told as she felt my shy muscle
"Thanks, mom. It's not much, but it's something, I guess"
"Oh, nonsense. It's pretty nice. Plus, if you keep training, you'll add some size to it in no time, you know"
"Well, I trust you, mom. After all, look at you"
Mom pretended to blush as she switched my arms. "Well, thank you, young man"
"You know, when I was in high school there weren't many boys with a nice bod like yours. I'm sure plenty of girls say that to you. Or at least, think that" I had no idea why she was going that direction with the conversation
"Nonsense, mom. I'm pretty regular"
"Oh, aren't you humble. It's okay, son. Now turn your back at me and take off your shirt so I can work your shoulders"
I did as told and mom started rubbing her hands on my shoulders and neck area. It was relaxing.
"And how about you, mom? Tomorrow is Saturday. No dates?"
"Oh, Mark... in this town? I'm sure you've realized this is a pretty old-schooled mentality city. Men don't like big girls like me. In fact, I guess ever since I started packing muscle I haven't been called out on a date"
"What? That's ludicrous. You're an amazing woman with an amazing body. Heck, an astonishing body, mom. Their loss, if you ask me" I was being honest and tried to be sympathetic, but somehow I knew my words might have triggered something on her. I felt it as the pressure on my shoulders increased as she heard me talking her muscles up.
We stood in silence for a couple minutes. Mom then handed me the bottle of the lotion and before I turned back to face her she said
"Now you do me"
"Wha...?" before I understood what she was saying, mom had turned her back at me and took off the top part of her PJs. I just gawked at her nude back for a few moments. Her V shape razor cut back was outstanding. She was big, and she was ripped. The muscles on her back, beginning with her traps, but extending to her rhomboids and lats, and even the serratus could be distinguished, as they jumped out even relaxed. Mom's shoulders seemed like freaking coconuts with small striations on them. Even her lumbar was dead muscular, with small dimples on it. Her waist was really thin, though. My guess is it was half the size of her shoulder width.
"Plan to start any time soon?" She placed both her hands on the bed and her horseshoe shaped triceps jumped out.
"I.. I... sure" I gasped as my oil filled hands touched her protruding traps. I started massaging them, but I had to do quite a bit of pressure just to make a small dent on it
"You can add some pressure there, son... you know, there are pretty dense" mom giggled with my struggles to massage her armor.
With much effort, as I worked from her traps to her shoulders, I couldn't help but agree
"Geez, mom... you're really solid everywhere"
"Well, thanks for noticing it, Mark. I like to say the only soft part of me is my heart" she chuckled with her own joke.
Mom extended her right arm for me to work on her mountainous biceps. I ran my hands from the cords of her forearms up into the cannonballs on her arms, applying a lot of pressure.
"So tell me, Mark... do you really think I have an amazing body?"
"Y-yes, mom" this were dangerous waters "and anybody that says otherwise is blind"
"What is it that you like about it?"
"I... I..." fuck, I needed an answer better than 'it's freaking solidness and size'. "I mean... I guess I admire it because I know how much you worked to possess it... It's a symbol of your dedication, you know"
"I guess you're right. It is a symbol of my devotion. Do you know why I like it?"
"Why is that, mom?" My hands trembled now as I switched arms. Her tattooed bicep was even more mentally challenging to me.
"I love how big it is. And how hard it is" her voice was lower now, as if she was confessing something to me "I absolutely love that the mere flexing of my bicep can instill fear and awe in people" she continued "that my bulging quads make people gawk and gasp at each step I take"
I was plain shivering now. I had stopped massaging and was just listening to her
"But mostly I love how strong I am. It makes me feel so damn good when I can, you know, do things and lift weights people can barely move. Like..."
"Like what, mom?" My voice was no more than a whisper now, but I wanted the end of that statement
"Well... like today. I enjoyed showing off how stronger I am next to you. How bigger I am. I'm sorry, Mark, but it's true. It made me hot knowing that my muscles are so big they shame yours. And the best part is that you are not a skinny kid. You are strong for your age. But I love being stronger. Way stronger"
We stood in silence again. I thought I heard her sobbing. Then I said something
"It's... it's ok, mom. I... I like that you are that much bigger and stronger than I am."
"You... what?" she didn't turn back and faced me, cause she was naked, but I felt the surprise in her voice
"I... like being humbled and, well... ashamed by your muscles, mom"
"You.. do?"
"Yes... I mean... look at these" I placed my hands on her relaxed biceps "even unflexed like they are now I can tell how strong and hard they really are. What's not to admire?"
She lifted up both her arms and flexed her biceps hard. All the muscles in her back jumped out. I ran my hands through them.
"And... look at these. You're so thick, mom. It's outstanding"
Her confidence seemed to be back "I am, aren't I? I'm freaking huge"
"You are. You're like the female version of Conan, for crying out loud. You're massive"
"Yeah! Yes, I am. And I'm freaking strong as a bull, you know"
"I know"
"Not really, you don't. I wish sometime I could show you how strong I really am. I'd like to show you I can do things not many men can do. Things you can only dream of doing"
"I bet you can, mom" right now I was just running my hands through all the crevices and hard lumps of muscle of her back and arms "Look at these traps"
"Would you like that, Mark? Would you like to see how truly marvelous I am?"
"Y-yes"
"Then I'll show you. One of these days you'll follow me to the gym and just watch. Then you'll be able to see this work of art in it's prime"

[Jeremy Lightning]

I like what I see here so far, I look forward to seeing how strong his mom truly is. k+!

[Japagreipe]

Can't wait for what kind of show she's going to put on for him. Sounds like she's been holding back when they're training together.

[wowser1016]

I love that kind of talk that promises something special is just down the road. The hint to not only Mark but the reader as well that we are gonna like what she is planning to reveal. K+!

[Brfan]

"So, Mark, I hope you enjoy the weekend" mom said as we entered our hotel room. She had booked us a 3 night stay in one of those all inclusive resorts in the Caribbean. According to her, she said we needed a break from our routine, and since my grades in school were great, I deserved it. Pool view room with twin beds, pristine amenities and great weather. Yeah, I could use that too.
"So, listen, why don't you meet me by the pool in about one hour?"
"Why, where are you going, mom?"
"Oh, you know me. I need my daily dose of weights or I'm not satisfied. And I heard they have top notch gym equipment here, so I'll give it a go"
"Can I come along?"
Mom chuckled "Aren't you all fired up and curious?" ever since she promised me to watch her at full go she prohibited me of joining her, as she wanted to be 'at her best'. It's been almost a month now, and from what I could tell, she had been shredding down. Even the small bits of body she allowed me to see seemed even more cut, even more defined and bulging. "But no, sorry son. It's a me time. A big girl time."
"Oh..." I didn't hid the disappointment in my voice "Alright" but at least I knew I'd have a chance to see her body better over the weekend. She wouldn't miss the opportunity of a natural tan.

Surely, I was right. I just didn't expect I'd be THAT right. It was around 4pm, and the pool was pretty crowded. I swear to God that I think even the music stopped as mom came walking down from the gym towards me. I was laying down, enjoying some soda and I remember vividly. It was like time stood still. Mom was wearing the top part of her bikini and tight shorts. There was more than enough skin (and muscles) on display. I knew she was big, and she was buff, but I didn't remind she was that buff. Or maybe she indeed grew over the last month. At each step, her quads bulged and showed themselves, each muscle head promptly split from the other. Her calves, even them were vascularized, the muscles jumping to the side so they were very visible even for those staring at her from the front, as I was.
Talking about stares, I saw that literally every single head turned to her as she walked by. It was impossible to miss her, and therefore to be in awe. Mom's abs, and their perennial six pack were now even more pronounced, even her obliques visible, as were the sidelines of a recent displayed Adam's belt, due to her low cut shorts. Mom's waist was still slim, but it looked even more now that her torso seemed to be engorged. Her pecs were large and dense, and her arms hung away from her, pushed both by their own pump - I assumed - but also by her immense lats. Her bikini strap, that was around her neck seemed to vanish into her traps, now so wide they ended only where her pumpkin sized shoulders began. And her shoulders, just as her pecs and pretty much everywhere I looked, were ripped. The striations dancing around as she moved. Mom's arms now looked as thick as my thighs.
I was in shock. My jaw dropped and I just stood there, watching her walk, with the soda straw hanging on the corner of my mouth. I'm not sure if I even drooled a little.
Mom giggled a bit as she saw my reaction. Then she smiled and said something like "brought my towel as I asked you?" to which I mumbled something and pointed at the piece of cloth hanging on the chair next to mine.
Mom turned around and faced the pool (and every single soul that followed her with their eyes). She placed her hands on her hips and stood there for a few seconds. To many people that may have seemed as if she was just looking around, but I knew better. I knew she was flaring her lats to me. Mom's back became so wide it actually cast a shade all over me. It was like she was single handed, eclipsing the sun. Every muscle in her back screamed power and size. It was like she had been the model for Michelangelo to sculpt David.
She then held the sides of her shorts with both her thumbs and pulled them down, bending over and stucking her rear right at my face, in a very, very provocative way. I let out a small gasp as I watched her come back up, stepping aside from her shorts. The size and definition of her hamstrings were beyond what I could describe. And mom's glutes had long passed the sexy round shape of Hollywood artists. No, hers had almost a square shape, the striations coming to view as she moved around. The fact that her bikini was a string style helped a lot to the show.
Mom turned back at me with a grin on her face
"Liked what you saw?" she laid on the chair beside me as if everything about the last minutes were normal and waited for my answer. I took my time regaining the power of speech
"My God" I finally mumbled
"So, how do I look?" she played the naive
"Mom, I don't think that anybody here could take their eyes of you, you know"
"Oh, I know" she smiled "You see, that's the one beauty of being a muscular woman" she continued
"How so?"
"Well, if I were a dude with all these muscles, people wouldn't give two shits about it. But since I'm this middle aged woman, who were supposed to be fragile, well, they just can't stop staring, can they?" Mom made a movement of tying up her hair that caused her biceps to bulge. I swear I heard people around oohing about the size of her guns.
"I... I..."
"That's ok, son. I like that they can't help themselves. I like that the truth is the second I stepped in here, I owned everyone of them" she confessed "Well, everyone of you" she looked at me, knowingly.
I stood quiet
"Tell me, Mark, did you enjoy? Did you enjoy that your old mom dominated the place just by showing off her muscles?"
"I... did"
"What do you think they are thinking right now? And feeling?" she was curious of my reactions about her little show
"Well..." I started carefully, measuring my words, but as I spoke they became more fluid and my thoughts ran more freely "I guess they are all shocked. Probably none of them had ever seen a muscular woman before, and you're not just any muscular woman, mom. You're an effing amazon."
Mom smiled. She loved being praised. I kept going "Then, I'm pretty sure many men here are intimidated. Intimidated that you are clearly more muscular then them, Stronger. Possibly some of them are afraid of you. I don't blame them"
"How so?"
"Oh, c'mon mom. Most men they always measure themselves up with the 'I could take that guy out' parameter. Let's be honest here. I don't think there's one here that doesn't think you could beat him into a pulp if they pissed you off"
Mom laughed loud. "That's... well, I wouldn't beat anyone up, but, yeah.. I can't say they're wrong, can I?" she flexed her bicep deliberately and stared at it for a second.
"What else?"
"Well... then there's the... how can I say this... well, raw sexual energy of the whole thing. I'm sure that there are men and women here that have the hots for your body right now. Who knows, maybe they'll have sex with each other tonight dreaming about your rocking bod, mom"
She smiled "That... is probably something true too. I mean.. I do have a sexy body, don't I?" she ran her hands through her quads, trying to make me stare at her trunks. I fought hard not to. I also decided not to answer her last question
"Finally, well... I'm pretty sure there's at least one or two here that are craving to see what you are made of, you know? How hard your muscles really are, how strong you really are. They're just... mesmerized. And curious"
"Are you one of those, Mark?" Mom was being straight right now. I saw no reason for me not to be
"Can't say that I'm not"
"Ok... one last question: Would you rather feel and see all of my power alone, or would you prefer for me to show it to everyone and you just admire it?"
That took me by surprise. I was indeed dying to see mom do her thing at the gym, but the idea that she could enhance her previous show to a more dominant fashion was even better.
"I... don't know. What do you have in mind?"
"You see... I found out that the hotel gym opens at 6am, but the employee responsible for it well... he agreed to let us in at 5. I thought you might want your private show then. But then I found out that tomorrow there will be some sort of competition between the guests here by the pool, and it envolves a few well, physical abilities. So I signed up. I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy that as well. What do you like the most?"
I thought about it for two seconds
"The latter. I can always have an opportunity to sneak up on you and see you doing your marvelous things back home" I chuckled at my own smartness "This might be unique"
Mom smiled. "I like that. I'm sure you will too. I just don't think the other guests will, well... being utterly dominated and emasculated by... what did you call me? an Amazon"
"More like a Goddess, mom"

[spoonmaster]

This could wind up being my favorite of your stories.  Utterly dominating and emasculating hopefully several men is right up my alley.

[Japagreipe]

Oh yeah. She's getting into sort of an alpha mode. Taking charge and dominating any place she's at. Very cool.