I couldn’t help the grin. “Sounds like it.”
She grabbed me by the hand and led me to what I knew was the garage. Before opening the door, she told me to close my eyes. Doing so, I heard the door open and she guided me down the two steps before telling me to open them. I had to admit I was startled.
“That’s why my car is parked outside. And why your Mum looks so…”
She looked at me to finish. “Hot?”
She smiled again, the type of smile which made my heart flutter, because all I truly wanted to do was make her happy. Yeah, pathetic, but she’s my Mum. “Anyway, I generally use the treadmill or cross-fit trainer. But I know you love using a rowing machine so I bought one just for you.”
“Thanks. That’s… Thanks.”
“I also have some free weights. Not sure if that’s your thing but they’re there if you want to use them.”
“This is great, Mum.”
“I’m going to get changed and have a workout. You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.”
“I’ll do that.”
Changing into a simple pair of sweatpants, having to dig through my bag to find a pair, spending a few more minutes actually unpacking it so I didn’t have to keep doing it, I wandered back into the gym to see Mum was already on the cross-fit trainer. Dressed in nothing but a sports bra and lycra shorts, her hair tied up, I couldn’t help but ogle her arse. She must have sensed my presence as she simply glanced my way and smiled. I watched her work out for at least a few more minutes and she said nothing to stop me. My Mum has a fantastic arse, something I could watch all day.
After a quick warm-up, just some general calisthenics, I sat down on the rowing machine, turning it on and switched to one of the built in programs. I chose one that would give me a serious workout. I wanted to feel the burn. I had some music programmed through my phone, attaching that to my bicep and I got to work. I was quickly in the groove and tried not to watch the numbers, instead switching off my mind and trying to not think about anything. Of course, that always failed. I used to think about coursework all the time. Now I simply thought about the woman behind me.
A ten-kilometre row would leave anyone with aching muscles and I was bathed in sweat by the time I finished. Mum walked back into the room as I was getting up, handing me an energy drink. I took off the top and drank down half the bottle as I felt her eyes roam over my body.
“You definitely look after yourself, Andrew. All that rowing?”
“Something like that.”
She stepped towards me and ran a hand up and down my right bicep, up and over my shoulder and down my back, surprised considering I was covered in sweat. Her hair was still wet from her own exertions, her cheeks flushed and a slight sheen to her own body. Even with all that, she looked stunning and I guess I had a look in my eye as she simply grinned.
I don’t know if it was the adrenaline still flowing my veins, maybe even the testosterone of my exertions filtering through me, perhaps it was the pheromones from my Mum after her workout. But there was a part of me that just… wanted her badly. I stepped forward as she stepped back, our foot movements in opposition until her back hit the wall. She cocked her head to the side and the same grin remained. I looked her up and down and I had to resist tearing her clothes off. Instead, I simply leaned forward and lightly kissed her again, wanting to know what reaction I would get.