Working Out with Mom - Sex Stories

Working Out with Mom

... glistening with sweat.

"Whoa, that was a good one, baby, haha. I'm gonna feel that tomorrow."

"Yeah, me too. I can't feel my arms, haha."

Mom continued, "Well, let's get some legs in, too."

Mom set up the bar and loaded it up for squats. She put quite a bit of weight on.

"Okay, same deal. We do as many reps as we can, but we have to spot each other."

I asked, "How do we spot for squats?"

"When it looks like I need a spot, you wrap your arms around my waist and use your legs to help me push the weight up, okay?"

"Okay, got it."

Mom stepped forward and took the bar on her shoulders, bent her knees, squatting her ass down as low as possible, before rising back up. As she lowered again, her ass stuck out as her tight, grey shorts hugged her glutes. Her butt looked perfect, as she continued with the set. As she slowed on a rep, I stepped in close, squatted down behind her, and wrapped my arms around her waist, helping her raise the weight up.

Mom lowered again for another rep, with me hugging her waist. As she squatted, my cock rubbed between her ass cheeks as I clung to her tightly. We went up and down like this two more times, with mom working hard to push the weight up with my help.

"One more."

"Okay, mom, I got you."

She lowered down again; I felt my cock jump, as it slid between her bum cheeks, as she did the last rep, and she put the weight back on the bar.

Mom exhaled. "Phew. Thanks, sweetie. Those last couple were tough. Okay, ...

... your turn."

I warned her, "Just letting you know, I ain't done legs in a while."

Mom replied, "That's okay, sweetie. Mommy's got you."

I stepped up and got the bar on my shoulders, doing a couple reps. After just the fifth one, I could feel my legs burning. Mom must have seen that I was gonna need a spot, so she wrapped her arms around me, and squatted with me. As I squatted down, then pushed the weight up with mom clinging onto me.

With her pussy rubbing into my backside, she whispered encouragement, "That's it, sweetie. Couple more."

Mom's breath on my neck only made my legs feel more like Jello, but I wanted to keep going, so I tried to bang out a couple more reps. Each time I lowered, she whispered something to me.

"That's it, baby, you're doing great." — "Keeping it going, sweetie, that's it, good boy, that's it." — "Come on, sweetie, give mommy a couple more." — "Nice, good job, baby." — "Come on, sweetie, one more for mommy."

I got it up and out, the weight back on the bar. Mom took her turn doing her reps, lowering and raising the bar up a couple times before I squeezed her, holding her tightly, as my then-stiffer cock rubbed in the crack of her ass. Then it was my turn to whisper some encouragement to mom.

"That's it, mom, couple more." — "Nice, mom, keep going." — "Couple more, mom, you got it." — "Last one, mom, push it for me."

Mom put the bar back on the rack and had to sit on the bench for a second. She smiled at me. "Wow, baby. Mommy ...