Progression Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Progression Ch. 01

... jumping to the many pictures of her he had saved in a private folder on his computer. To distract himself from allowing his mind to wander any further than that, he finished sorting through his new pics and decided on a simple one, of him merely holding his phone up as he stood half-turned, the angle capturing the side profile of his chest, stomach, and ass, the latter needing more work but looking perfectly shaped in his tight jeans. He sent it along with a link to a new cookie recipe he found to satisfy his sweet tooth, something he still had trouble controlling.

It took a few minutes, but his mom replied with her usual high praise that never failed to make Rory blush, along with general excitement for trying out the recipe at her earliest convenience. She then told him that she was sending him two pictures, which Rory took as meaning he should sit down and prepare himself.

Like clockwork, his heart started to race as he cradled his phone in his hands, one knee bouncing in anticipation as he sat hunched over, his eyes glued to the screen. When it pinged twice in quick succession, Rory took a moment to mentally psych himself up before unlocking it with his fingerprint. He was infinitely glad that he lived alone, because the moment he laid eyes on his mother wearing a cherry red sports bra and matching yoga pants, his cock began to stiffen.

It was nothing less than mortifying, but after months of trying to will it away, he learned to just give into the fact that ...

... seeing his mother get slimmer and toned and her boobs more pronounced made him horny.

The first pic, taken with help from the bathroom mirror, was identical to the one he had sent her, the key differences being that she was sweaty thanks to her workout and had a much bigger chest and ass, the former sticking out like swollen water balloons and the latter deliciously fluffy. Her head was facing forward but her visible eye was staring right at the camera, bright blue and outlined by her natural thick eyelashes, her long dark hair done up in a ponytail high up on her head, the strands sticking to her face and neck in tangled graying strands.

Rory forced himself to focus on her progress, on how much improvement she made on her tummy and not just the fact that his mother was becoming his favorite eye candy. He scrolled down to the next pic, this one of a frontal view, her left hand holding up her phone while her right playfully rested on her hip, which she popped out in a flirty manner.

Rory leaned back against his couch, his legs spread wide as his jeans tented up further. She looked so much more youthful here as she grinned back at him, happy and unstoppable, ready to take on the world. She didn't possess an hourglass figure and her love handles were still plaguing her, but thanks to all those aerobics and dance classes she'd been taking, she was probably the fittest she'd ever been since giving birth to him.

He loved looking at her. Her breasts, the slight pudge of her ...