After a couple of months of this program, what I noticed was the way that her clothes started to look much bigger on her. She started to wear shorts for our workout sessions and now she was pushing me along. She could run for the full 20 minutes and we had doubled our reps during our weight lifting sessions. Her legs and her butt didn’t have the cellulite that had once burdened them. She was letting her hair grow out and her skin looked much better. What a difference in such a short amount of time. She was almost glowing with pride at her newfound enlightenment. She must have lost 20 pounds during this time. I guess eating right, not drinking, and getting the right amount of exercise were producing this wonderful effect.
As timed continued, our workouts became a religion. We challenged one another to new heights. Mama continued to become noticeably firmer. The 37 year old in the 50-year-old body became a voluptuous, self-assured, young woman again. She highlighted her auburn hair, bought some nice new outfits, and had started going to the tanning booth to get the golden look for the summer.
The worst part for me was that I had fallen completely and utterly in love. Mom’s new 36D-26-35 was hard to hide and I started trying to arrange glimpses of her whenever I could. The Oedipal feelings were in full swing and I started longing for her sexually.
It had been over 3 months since the day when we kicked Joe out of the house. My mother came home on Friday night after work and told me she had something to tell me, but she wanted to go upstairs and change into something comfortable.
She came back downstairs in a pair of blue jean shorts and a tank top that looked really hot on her. I was feeling very aroused being in the same room with her. She sat down on the counter in the kitchen and proceeded to tell me, “Joe called me at work and he invited me out to lunch. I’m sorry, but I went. He told me how much he missed me and that he wants me back.”
I don’t know whether it was because I was horny for Mom or that I hated Joe so much, but at that moment I told her, “You can’t go back to that asshole. Look how far you’ve come and you’re going to throw it all away. I just can’t fucking believe this shit.”
Her jaw dropped, ” Jimmy calm down, I told him that I had lunch with him out of curiosity. I told him that he needed to get lost. There’s no way that we would ever be getting back together.”
Relieved, “I hope to god not” — thinking there was no way that fat fucker was going to take this body that I had sculpted.
It had been one of those hot miserable days. Now at the boiling point all I wanted to do was go get in the pool and cool off. I told Mom, “I’m going for a swim.”
She nodded, “That’s a good idea. I think I’ll join you. I’ll be down in a few.”
My sisters were gone for the evening so it meant that mom and I were there alone for the evening. It was about 5:30 when I went out and got in the pool. It must have been about 95 degrees, but the water felt great — probably 80 degrees. Mom came out in her tank top and shorts and sat in a lounge chair while I swam. I was a little disappointed, because I had thought she was going to join me for a swim.