Progression Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Progression Ch. 01

... stomach, her thighs, all cozy places for a man to bury their face in. His eyes dipped between her plump thighs, her pose spreading them a little apart, allowing him to easily see the way the fabric of her yoga pants molded to the shape of her pussy. For some reason she never seemed to wear panties of any kind, not that Rory would ever complain. And at this point, he hadn't the heart to tell her, and after taking a moment to readjust his bulge, zoomed in on that area. He bit his lip, wondering what she smelled like down there after a good workout...

His phone began ringing, snapping him out of his stupor. Sheepishly, Rory backed out and answered her call, his cock simmering down at the prospect of being caught.

"Hey, mom," he greeted casually. "Sorry it was taking me so long to reply, you just look more and more beautiful that I get tongue-tied."

She lightly laughed at his antics."That's perfectly alright, honey, thank you, you are so sweet. But that's not why I'm calling."

Rory sat back up. "What's up?"

There was a long pause of hesitation before she knocked him speechless."I've been... having doubts," she confessed quietly,"about my progress."

Rory didn't know what to say. He looked at the pictures she had just sent him with confusion, but no matter how much he searched and searched, he didn't see any problem with how she looked. Then, now, or ever, to be honest.

"What about?"

She sighed, sounding perfectly frustrated for reasons Rory didn't ...

... understand."I dunno, everything. I know that I look better than I did a year ago, but... I think I've plateaued. Nothing I've been doing lately is having any noticeable effect. And I'm afraid that... I'm afraid that it's not going to get any better, that soon I won't be able to trick myself into believing that I look good."

"But you do look good," Rory assured her, but he would be a liar if he said he didn't have the same fears about his own progress. Eventually there would come a point where he couldn't go any further, and while painful, he was ready to accept reality. But his mother hadn't reached that stopping point yet, either, he was sure of it.

"How do I know you're not just saying that because I'm your mother?" she argued.

"Because, you-" Rory stopped himself short, his face pinking. He couldn't just blurt out that seeing her toned body turned him on. What would she think, what would she say? "You just do. You look incredible, mom. I don't know how to..." He pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking fast. Words weren't getting through to her. If he were there with her, he would've taken her out on a 'date' and pointed out all the guys looking at her. But since they were miles apart, all he had were words. "Have you... I don't know, have you gotten compliments from other people?"

"Yes," she replied, sounding less than enthused about it,"mostly from people I know. Other times I get hit on by skeevy men."

He winced. He wasn't a woman so he didn't know what it was ...