As I stepped into the sunlit living room, I found Mom already stretching on her yoga mat. The bright rays streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow over her toned figure. Mom, at 47, had a body that defied time—strong and supple, every curve speaking of years of dedication to her fitness routine. Her long, blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail, swaying gently as she moved, revealing the chiselled line of her jaw and the smooth, tanned skin of her neck.
She was dressed in a tight, sky-blue yoga set, the fabric hugging every inch of her body with a gentle but firm embrace. Her sports bra cupped her full, round breasts, the cleavage visible in the low-cut design, and I couldn’t help but notice how the material accentuated the swell of her chest with each deep breath she took. Her leggings were impossibly snug, clinging to her hips and thighs like a second skin, the fabric dipping into the deep curve of her waist before following the toned lines of her legs.
As she bent forward in a graceful stretch, the waistband of her leggings dipped slightly, revealing the smooth, tanned skin of her lower back. The tightness of her leggings was most apparent when she moved into a downward dog position, the fabric stretching taut over her firm, round buttocks. I tried to focus on my own stretches, but my eyes kept drifting back to her, the way the material seemed to mould itself perfectly to her body, highlighting every muscle and curve.
And then there it was—the subtle yet unmistakable outline between her legs, a hint of something so natural and yet so alluring, visible through the soft fabric. The slight cameltoe that formed as she shifted her weight was impossible to ignore, a teasing reminder of how close the fabric was to her skin. Mom noticed my wandering gaze and flashed me a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she moved into the next pose, her body flowing like water from one position to another.
“Come on, Michael,” she said, her voice smooth and encouraging. “Don’t just stand there. Join me. You’ll feel so much better once you stretch out those muscles.”
Her words broke my trance, and I quickly mimicked her pose, trying to focus on the yoga routine rather than the way her body moved with such fluid grace. But it was hard—impossible, really—not to be captivated by the sight of her, the way her body seemed to glow with health and vitality, every movement both powerful and sensual.
We continued through the routine, the room filled with the soft sounds of our breathing and the occasional creak of the floor as we shifted positions. Every time I glanced at her, I was struck by how effortlessly beautiful she was, how the years had only added to her allure rather than diminished it. As we finished the session, lying side by side on our mats, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of admiration and something more as I watched her, her chest rising and falling with each deep, satisfied breath.
I couldn’t stop looking at her cameltoe, and as I stared, I felt a warmth spreading through my body, settling heavily in my groin. I shifted slightly, trying to adjust the growing bulge in my shorts, but it was no use—the sight of her, so close and yet so forbidden, had awakened something inside me, something I couldn’t ignore.
I glanced at Mom, but she seemed lost in her thoughts, her eyes closed as she savoured the afterglow of our yoga session. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions and desires that raged within me. I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn’t be feeling this way about my own mother. But I couldn’t help it—she was beautiful, and I was only human.
I reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing my hand on her arm. She opened her eyes, a soft smile on her lips as she looked at me. “Is everything okay, Michael?” she asked, her voice warm and soothing.
I swallowed hard, trying to find the words to express my feelings. “I… I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I can’t stop looking at you. And… and I don’t know what to do about it.”
Mom looked at me, her eyes filled with understanding and concern. “It’s okay to feel attracted to someone, Michael,” she said gently. “But it’s important to remember that some relationships are off-limits, no matter how strong the feelings may be.”
“What about sexual feelings, mom you look sexy in this outfit, let’s just say I may need a cold shower,” I said my hand on her thigh.
Mom looked at me, her eyes widening slightly at my words. She hesitated for a moment before gently removing my hand from her thigh. “Michael, I’m your mother,” she said softly. “It’s not appropriate for us to have those kinds of feelings for each other.”
I knew she was right, but I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to her, the way my cock throbbed with need and desire. I felt like I was being pulled in two directions, torn between my love for my mother and the intense attraction I felt towards her.
“I know, Mom,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s hard to ignore these feelings, especially when you look like this.”
Mom blushed at my words, her cheeks turning a soft pink. “I’m just wearing a yoga outfit, Michael,” she said, trying to downplay her appearance. “It’s not meant to be sexual.”
“But you look so beautiful, Mom,” I said, my voice filled with longing. “I can’t help the way I feel when I look at you.”
Mom sighed, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and understanding. “I know it’s hard, Michael,” she said. “But we can’t give in to these feelings, no matter how strong they may be. It’s not right, and it would only end up causing pain and heartache for both of us.”
“Your cameltoe looks so good, hot,” I corrected myself, feeling a rush of guilt wash over me. “I’m sorry, Mom. I shouldn’t have said that.” I placed my hand over her cameltoe.
Mom looked down at my hand, her eyes filled with a mix of surprise and discomfort. “Michael, please,” she said softly, gently removing my hand from her leggings. “This isn’t appropriate. We can’t let our feelings go any further than this.”
I started to rub her pussy through her leggings, “we can’t do… ahhh this,” she said with a moan but didn’t stop me.
Mom’s breathing hitched as she felt my hand pressing against her pussy through the thin fabric of her leggings. She knew she should stop me, but the feeling of my touch was so intense, so overwhelming that she couldn’t bring herself to push me away.
“Michael, we can’t do this,” she said weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. But even as she spoke the words, she could feel herself growing wetter, the heat between her legs intensifying with each passing moment.
I could feel her wetness through the fabric of her leggings, and it only served to fuel my desire for her. I slid my hand up and down, rubbing her pussy with a slow, deliberate motion. Mom’s breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to maintain control.
“We… we shouldn’t,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and guilt. But even as she spoke, she could feel herself inching closer to the edge, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.
“Oh god, Michael,” she moaned, her head falling back as she gave herself over to the pleasure. “This is wrong, but it feels so good.”
I slid my fingers inside her pussy, feeling her wetness coat my fingers as I began to stroke her slowly.
“Your pussy is so good mom, yeah am going to fuck it,” I took out my cock.
“Michael, no!” Mom gasped, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “We can’t do this! It’s wrong!”
“Well stop me then,” I pressed it against her entrance.
Mom’s eyes widened as she felt the head of my cock pressing against her slick entrance. She knew she should push me away, but the feeling of my cock against her was so intense, so overwhelming that she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“I… I can’t,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and longing. “It’s wrong, Michael. We can’t.”
But even as she spoke the words, she could feel herself giving in, her body betraying her as it arched towards mine. I pushed forward, feeling her resistance slowly give way as I slid inside her. Mom let out a low moan as I filled her, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.
I started to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being inside her. Mom’s breaths came in short, sharp gasps as I thrust into her, her body moving with mine in a rhythm as old as time itself. It felt wrong, so wrong, but it also felt right, like we were meant to be together like this.
The room was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, the soft slap of skin against skin, and the low moans and gasps that escaped our lips. Mom’s eyes were closed, her head thrown back as she gave herself over to the pleasure, her body moving in time with mine.
I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my balls drawing up tight as I approached my climax. But I didn’t want to cum yet, not until I had brought Mom to the brink of her release. I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow, circular motions as I continued to thrust into her.
Mom’s breaths grew shorter, her moans louder as I played with her clit. I could feel her growing tense, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.
“Michael, I’m going to cum,” she gasped, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and disbelief.
“Cum for me, Mom,” I urged, my voice filled with a mix of desire and love. “Cum for me.”
And with that, Mom let go, her body shuddering as she came, her pussy clenching around me as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. I followed soon after, my own orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, my cock twitching as I filled her with my seed.
We lay there, tangled together in a mess of sweat and pleasure, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I knew what we had done was wrong, that it was something we could never speak of again. But in that moment, as we lay there in each other’s arms, it felt right, like we were meant to be together like this.
But as the afterglow faded, reality set in. We had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, a line that would forever change our relationship. And as I pulled away from Mom, I knew that things would never be the same between us again.