My Muscle Goddess, Xenia - How My Life Began
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A Short Story


My name is Jack and I live with Xenia, my muscle goddess. Ever since I was a
young boy, muscular women have fascinated me. Growing up, my mother was the
dominate parent in the house, not that she beat up my dad, it was just that
she dictated what went on or didn't go on in the house. My dad, in hindsight,
brought home the paycheck and was allowed sex whenever mom felt like it. It
seemed normal to me.

When my mother had one of her 'urges', as I called it then, she would give me
a few dollars and tell me to go to the local hamburger stand for an hour or
two. I always stayed two hours, simply because I didn't want to hear my dad
calling out or my mom yelling obscenities at him.

By the time I was fifteen, life in our house changed. My outings to the
hamburger stand were farther and farther apart. My mother, who worked out to a
few exercise videos while I was at school, began to wear her bathing suit tops
around the house and a pair of spandex shorts. My father, if he noticed, said
nothing.

One day after school, I came home to find my mom in the back yard by the pool
on a chaise lounge. She had a paperback book on the ground in front of her and
was lying with her bathing suit top undone wearing only the bikini bottom.
"Hi, mom," I said, heading for the back door. "Oh, hi, Jack," she replied,
getting up on her knees, "I didn't realize it was so late." I opened the back
door, allowing her to pass, but paying no attention to her at all. I had been
raised a gentleman so I held the door for her.

She went into the kitchen, stopping at the refrigerator. I sat my book bag on
the kitchen table. "Want a soda," she asked. "Sure," I said and turned to see
her open the refrigerator and remove two cans of soda. She tossed mine to me,
and then held hers against the nipple of her right breast. I'm sure my mouth
hung open as she said, "It's so hot outside, I thought I would melt." As I
stood transfixed, I watched as her nipple swelled. She removed the can and
placed it against the other nipple. It became erect. I glanced up to find her
staring at me, watching and gauging my reaction.

She smiled and asked, "I'm not embarrassing you, am I, Jack?" 'What should I
say,' I thought, "Ah, err, no, no, mom." I thought I sounded sincere. "Good,"
she said, "now why don't you get out of those school clothes and drink your
soda, you'll feel better when you cool down. I'm going to go shower now, then
I'll start dinner. Dad is working late again." With her bikini top in one hand
and can of soda in the other, she headed off in the direction of their master
bedroom.

I grabbed my book bag and went to my room. The hallway to the bedrooms
terminated at the double doors to the master suite. One of the doors stood
wide open. I was about to go into my room when I caught a movement out of the
corner of my eye. I turned to find my mom stepping out of her bikini bottom.
She had her back to me fortunately. I say fortunately as I was beginning to
get that feeling in my penis that I was becoming familiar with.

'Thud' was the sound my book bag made as it hit the floor. My mother turned
and seeing me standing there staring, smiled at me. She turned and this was
the first time I had ever seen my mother naked. Mom made no effort to cover
herself. She was tan with white triangles on each breast outlining her nipples
and areola. Her tan line was several inches below her navel and she had taken
care to shave her pubic area. She looked as good, if not better, than the
women I had seen in Jimmy Long's dad's magazine.

"Come here, Jack," my mom said, calling me into her room. I walked as if in a
trance. "Ah, yes, mom?" I asked. "Were you spying on me, Jack?" she asked,
placing a hand on each of her hips. "Oh, no, it's just that your door was
open, and I, well, I just couldn't help but look," I said. "I see," she said,
"and what do you think?" and she did a slow pirouette in front of me. "I think
you're hot, mom, better than those women in Jimmy's dad's magazine," I said. I
regretted it as soon as it was out of my mouth.

A quizzical look came on my mom's face and then she asked, "So, you and Jimmy
have been looking at porno magazines?" "No, well, err, yes, maybe, I guess," I
stammered. "Well, which is it, Jack. Have you been looking at 'girly'
magazines?" "Sometimes, yes," I replied, "I've seen them and you're better
looking," I added.

She smiled at me again and said, "Thank you, Jack, that's the nicest thing you
could have said." Then, glancing down, she noticed the bulge in my pants and
said, "I see that I turn you on, Jack. Do you masturbate, Jack," she asked. I
thought I should deny it, but decided to tell the truth and said, "Sometimes."
"Hmm, hmm," she said as she considered this. "Well, don't be embarrassed,
Jack," she said, "At your age it's only natural; your dad had 'the talk' with
you, right?" "Yeah, a year or two ago, mom," I said, "and we're studying sex
education in health at school." "Good, good," she said, "well if there's
anything you want to know don't be afraid to ask, Jack, now go change."

Dismissed, I headed for my room, the vision of my naked mother still in my
brain. I masturbated to that vision in the shower.

In the days and months following this encounter, my mother and I developed a
close bond. Not sexual, but what I would call an open relationship, maybe even
a little flirtatious. Open in the sense that the normal awkward mother/son
relationship that my friends seemed to have wasn't present in our house. I
asked her about girls that I dated, what they liked, what would please them,
and my mother would tell me so that I never felt awkward when talking to them
or when I was out on a date.

My guy friends loved coming over, I think, because they thought my mom was
hot, and I think she liked the attention they showed in return. It was about
this time that she put the workout videos away and began going to a gym. As
time passed, she was spending more and more time there.

It was at the end of summer after I had graduated. I was to leave for a
college upstate in a matter of weeks when I came home from my summer job at
the local Cineplex theatre one afternoon to find my mom in the backyard. She
had been crying, and when I pressed her as to why she told me that she and my
dad were getting a divorce. I was devastated.

After talking for a while and tears had been shed, I learned that she no
longer found him attractive, that their sex life had dwindled and the romance
that had been there for nearly twenty years had faded. We got up and hugged,
and I couldn't help but notice how firm my mother's body was now. Her bronze
skin felt firm beneath my arms and when she hugged me back, I thought she
would break me in two.

Shortly before my day to leave, mom found an office job not far from the
house. The pay, she said, was nothing special, but it was enough for us to get
by with my dad paying some spousal support. My college tuition, fortunately,
was not in jeopardy, because my parents had set it aside over the years. But
still, money was a little 'tight', so while I was still at home, we would
spend nights watching TV or discussing her work or what I was going to do once
I got to college. My friends would have been shocked to see my mom and me
sitting on our couch at night, nearly naked, sharing a bowl of popcorn,
watching a sitcom. I knew they would never feel comfortable enough with their
mother to do that. But, of course, I mentioned none of this to my friends.

I left for college with some amount of regret, leaving my mom at home. Within
several weeks of settling into the dorm I met a girl that was in two of my
freshman classes. Her name was Molly Malone. Molly had played high school
tennis and was athletic, though not as muscular as I would like and certainly
not as muscular as my mother. But we were fast becoming 'an item.' We shared a
lot of the same interests; books, classes, TV, etc. and most importantly, I
thought my mother would like Molly.

One Friday after class, we drove to my house so that Molly might meet my mom.
It was still warm when Molly and I got to my house, so we quickly changed into
our suits and were enjoying the pool. I had pushed our chaise lounges together
so that we could hold hands and talk. Molly and I were lying on our stomachs,
chatting about classes and what it was like living away from home.

"Hey you guys, what are you doing?" I heard my mother call as she came out on
to the patio from the house. "Mom," I said, "I didn't expect you home. What
time is it?" "It's about one o'clock, but Xenia and I decided to take the day
off," my mom said, "Things were slow at the office. In fact, we were the only
ones there." "Xenia?" I asked. "Yeah, the office manager, Xenia, with an 'X',
she's inside changing into her suit," my mom said, "but who's this?"

Having forgotten my manners, I said, "Oh, I'm sorry, mom, this is Molly,
Molly, my mom." "Nice to meet you, ahh ... " Molly said. "Jane," my mom told
her, "please, call me Jane."

Molly was about my mother's height and had on an emerald green bikini with a
matching halter top. The top had the effect of making her breasts look smaller
than they were.

It was then that the French doors opened and Xenia stepped onto the patio.
'Holy cow' I thought as this tall, well-built woman wearing a zebra print
string bikini came through the door. "Oh, Xenia, this is my son, Jack and his
friend, Molly," my mother said by way of introductions. I'm sure I gulped but
managed to say, "It's nice to meet you." "It's nice to meet you too," Xenia
said, taking my extended hand and giving it a squeeze that nearly brought
tears to my eyes, "your mother has told me so much about you."

"Well," my mom said, "I'm going to go put my suit on, I'll be back in a
minute," and she disappeared into the house. Xenia looked around the pool
deck, and spotted a couple of chaise lounges on the other side. "Would you
like me to get you a lounge chair," I asked. "How sweet," she said, "but I can
get them," and strode off to get the lounges. I watched as she walked slowly
toward the lounges. That's when I noticed that Molly was watching me watch
Xenia. "What?" I asked her. "Don't stare, Jack," Molly said, but I couldn't
take my eyes off of her. Molly and I lay back on our lounges, but I still
glanced at Xenia.

Xenia picked up first one chaise lounge, and holding it under her arm, reached
down to retrieve the second. She carried both back to where we were laying.
She made it look effortless. She lay down and untied her top. She rolled her
head to look at Molly and me and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I hate tan
lines." When she looked away, I glanced at Molly who only shrugged.

My mother came out and took the chaise next to Xenia, essentially blocking my
view of this goddess. She no sooner lay down than she removed her top as well.
I noticed that my mother's breast now had no signs of the triangular tan lines
that they once did.

We made small talk, but I sensed that Molly was a bit uncomfortable with two
muscular topless women. I held her hand and tried to be reassuring, but my
brain and eyes kept wandering back to Xenia.

That night, after a light meal, Xenia said her good-byes, shaking my hand
again with her iron grip and giving my mother a brief kiss on the lips. Once
she was gone Molly seemed to relax. "I'm glad you had a chance to me Xenia,"
my mom said to me. Unsure of what to say, I said, "It was nice to meet her
too, she's tall." My mother smiled and said, "Yes, she is tall, and maybe a
little intimidating when you first meet her, but now, what about you, Molly,
tell me about you." My mother said changing the subject.

We talked well into the night, when my mother said, "Well, it's late. Jack,
there's fresh linen on your bed. I'll see you two in the morning," and she
padded off to bed. Molly and I hadn't yet slept together, so I looked at her
and said, "I can take the couch if you'd prefer?" She seemed to consider this,
but said, "I think your mom would find that strange, I'm fine with sharing the
bed."

Molly and I did share the bed and I performed like a stallion, if I do say so
myself. What drove me, however, was the thought of Xenia and those wonderful
breasts and muscles. I was lost in a fantasy world as I made love to Molly. We
lie in each other's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Early in the morning, before it was light, I got up to get something to drink.
Molly was still fast asleep as I padded out of the room and down the hall. I
didn't turn a light on, but went right to the refrigerator. Standing in front
of the open fridge, I uncapped the milk and took a long swallow.

"I really wish you'd use a glass," my mother whispered in my ear. I nearly
dropped the milk carton. I turned and she smiled. Like me, she was naked, her
breasts brushing my chest as I turned. "Did I scare you," she asked. "Yes," I
said, "I didn't hear you come in." Still smiling, she said, "Did you and Molly
have fun?" "You mean did we have sex? Yes, we did, several times," I said,
being frank. "Was she good?" my mother asked.

Now I was becoming uncomfortable. I wasn't sure I wanted to have this
conversation with my mother. "I should get back before Molly wakes up," I
said, and was beginning to put the cap back on the milk, when my mom took the
carton from my hand and took a drink. Several drops fell to her chest as she
took the carton from her mouth.

"Lick that up, Jack," she said. I hesitated, staring at her. "Lick it," she
said a little louder and with more authority. "Shh," I said, "You'll wake
Molly." "If I do, I'll have her lick that milk from my breasts," she said. I
blinked several times trying to process what my mother had said. "Do it,
Jack," she said and I began to lick the milk from my mother's chest.

"That's a good boy," she said, and chuckled, "Now go back to bed with Molly,
I'll see you in the morning." I handed her the cap to the milk and quickly
walked back to my bedroom. As I crawled under the sheet, Molly rolled over and
draped an arm over my chest, drawing in close against my back. I thought of my
mother and her firm breasts and strong chest. 'Would she have woken Molly?
Would she make Molly lick the milk from her chest?' I thought as I drifted
back to sleep.

We woke later to the smell of bacon and eggs. "Umm," Molly said, "That smells
good." "Mom must have made breakfast," I said. I put on a pair of old gym
shorts and Molly put on a bra, panties and a T-shirt of mine, and we went to
the kitchen. My mother was just finishing with the scrambled eggs.

"I hope you like bacon and eggs, Molly," she said as we walked in. "Yes, Mrs.
Johnson," she said. "Please, it's Jane, Molly, sit down you two," my mom said.
Mom had on one of my dad's old T-shirts, and as she carried the plate of eggs
to the table, I could tell that was all she had on.

"Do you drink coffee?" my mother asked. "Yes, coffee's fine," Molly said. "I'd
offer you some milk, but we seem to be out," mom said, glancing at me. "Black
is fine, Jane," Molly replied. My mom smiled as did Molly, and returned to the
table with a mug of coffee.

"So, what do you two have planned for today?" my mother asked. Molly looked at
me, and I said, "Nothing, why?" "I was wondering if I could borrow Molly for
an hour or two? I need to go shopping and would like another woman's opinion,"
my mom said. Molly and I exchanged glances and I said, "Sure, if Molly wants
to. I can work on some class notes while you're gone."

As soon as my mom and Molly had left, I took advantage of the dining room
table, spreading out my notes, books and lap top that I had brought with me.

Molly and my mom walked towards the entrance to the shopping mall. "I need to
find something casual to wear to a pool party Xenia is throwing for some of
the company executives. I want to make a good impression," my mom said. "I'm
sure we'll find you something," Molly said, "What size are you, a two?" Jane
smiled, "Yes, I've been dieting and really working out. Maybe I'll fit in a
size two."

The pair browsed the shops, glancing in the windows and going into a few
stores. Nothing seemed to capture Jane's attention. They were near the end of
one corridor when a small, independent boutique came into view. The front
wasn't as wide as many of the shops, but a sign in the small window
proclaimed; "We make many of our own pieces on the premises." Molly and Jane
walked in.

"May I help you?" a tall blonde salesgirl said. Jane and Molly introduced
themselves, as did Carol, the salesgirl and shop owner. When Jane explained
what she was looking for, Carol said, "Please, follow me," and made her way to
the rear of the store. There, Carol stopped before a rack of swimwear. "We
make all of our own swimwear. Each suit is unique and tailor made for the
client. What you see on the rack are samples, showing a wide range of fabrics
and styles. I make many of them myself," Carol said, "on the rack next to the
swimwear is the casual clothes. Again, I make what you see there to fit the
individual client. Please, browse to your heart's content and if you have any
questions, I'll be by shortly to answer them."

"This is wonderful," Jane said, moving swimwear, examining the pieces. Molly
too was looking through the rack of bathing suits. "I may have to get a suit
for myself," Molly said. They each selected two suits, and no sooner had they
done so than Carol appeared. "Ahh, ladies," Carol said, "wonderful choices,
please, this way to the fitting room," and led the pair even deeper into the
store.

Behind a privacy wall, were the fitting rooms. Carol held the door open to the
largest and all three entered. "Now, be aware," Carol explained, "that what
you're trying on is a sample only. I will take measurements and your suit will
fit perfect to your body. I find that all women are built differently and some
women wish to hide, how should I say, subtle flaws while others wish to
enhance features."

Jane began to undress immediately, but Molly lingered. Having already pulled
her T-shirt over her head, Jane unzipped her pants and stepped out of them.
Carol took them from her and hung them on a hook on the wall. "You have a very
muscular body, Jane," Carol commented, "You'll find the black suit you have
will be closest to what you want." Jane held up the suit and turned it first
one way, then the other. "It comes in a wide range of colors and prints,"
Carol said.

She removed it from the hanger and stepped into the bikini bottom, and then
holding the top against her chest, allowed Carol to fasten the top across her
broad back. 'This suit looks great,' Jane thought. "Let me just take a few
measurements," Carol said and retrieved a tape measure from a shelf. She
measured Jane's hips, bust, waist, inseam, and several other areas. "What do
you think of the height of the suit above your crotch?" Carol asked. Jane took
the question in stride but Molly flinched. She wasn't use to having such
personal questions asked. "It could be a little lower," Jane said, as Molly
looked at Jane's reflection in the mirror. 'How could it be any lower?' she
thought.

Carol reached around Jane's hips and moved the fabric a little lower. "How's
that," Carol asked. "Perfect," Jane said. "Good," Carol said, "Now let me get
those measurements," and ran the tape between her legs, from the front to the
back. She jotted the measurements in a small leather notebook. "Now we'll
concentrate on the top," Carol said, standing behind Jane, "you obviously like
this style top, but you're not big busted so I'd suggest something with a
little more lift," and cupped Jane's breasts and raised them. "Yes, I like
that," Jane said. Carol smiled over Jane's shoulder.

Without removing her hands, Carol turned to Molly and said, "How are you
doing?" Molly who was still wearing her panties and a bra was still watching
Jane and Carol in the mirror. As she watched, the salesgirl ran her index
fingers across Jane's nipples. She leaned in close to Jane's ear and with the
tip of her tongue, probed the opening. "Hmm," Jane cooed, "that feels good.
You have a talented tongue." "Thank you," Carol said, "let me show you and
Molly just how talented."

Carol guided Jane's hips, turning her as she knelt on the floor. With
well-practiced deftness, she began to pleasure Jane's waiting clit, while
holding Jane's butt with her hands. Within minutes, Jane's body shuttered as
she sent a small stream of cum into the salesgirls waiting mouth. As Molly
looked on, Carol closed her lips over Jane's labia and greedily sucked. When
she pulled away, she licked her lips and stood, and then looked at Molly. "Do
you need help with that bra and panties," Carol asked smiling.

"No, I think I've changed my mind," Molly said, and began to put her clothes
back on. "Not a problem," Carol said, "come back if you ever want a custom
bathing suit, or anything else." By this time Jane had pulled her T-shirt over
her head and was just stepping into her slacks. "I'll have your suit ready in
two or three days," Carol said, "Did you want to stay with this color or would
you like something in a print?" "Actually I'd love a small leopard print, do
you have that?" Jane asked, "Definitely," Carol said, "I have the perfect
fabric for you too."

Jane paid for her bathing suit as well as a pair of leggings, pants, blouse
and T-shirt. She gave Carol her phone number and Jane and Molly left. As they
were walking to the car, Jane said, "I'm sorry if Carol toying with my clit
offended you. That was a little added bonus I hadn't planned on." Molly
replied, "I guess I'm just not as open about my sexuality as you. I'm more
private." "So it's not that it was another woman servicing me, just that it
was in a public setting?" Jane asked. Molly said, "I've never been with
another woman, sexually, I mean, but I'm straight, you know." "As am I,
Molly," Jane told her, "I like men, but there's sometimes that a woman needs
to be taken care of by another woman, they make you feel special and are a lot
more understanding and gentle."

The following morning, Molly and Jack drove back to school. Molly wasted no
time in filling Jack in on the details of their shopping adventure. If Molly
thought that hearing that his mother had been serviced by another woman turned
him off, she would have been surprised to learn it was doing just the
opposite. It was all Jack could do not to come in his pants, thinking about
it.

The following weekend, I made an excuse to Molly that I had to go home to pick
up a book I had left there. She asked if I wanted company on the drive, but I
told her 'no', that it would just be a quick trip. Actually I wanted to ask my
mother about the episode with the salesgirl as I knew it had made Molly
uncomfortable.

When I pulled to the curb, I saw a new black BMW in the driveway. I used my
key and went through the living room. From the French doors, I saw my mother
and Xenia poolside, basking in the morning sun. They were naked and I began to
get an erection looking at their magnificent bodies. As my hand went to the
zipper of my pants, Xenia sat up, and then stood, her tanned oiled body
reflecting the sunlight. As if sensing my presence, in no more than four
strides she was at the French doors. "Hello, Jack," she said as she opened the
door and flashed me a broad smile, "come out and say hello to your mother." I
tried not to stare, to avert my eyes, but her muscular body kept drawing me to
her.

"Why, Jack, I didn't expect you," my mother said as I stepped onto the patio,
"Is anything wrong?" "No, ahh," I stammered, looking between my mother and
Xenia, "nothing's wrong, I, err, forgot a book is all." "A book," my mother
said, and then looked at Xenia.

I could tell that Xenia knew that was a lie. I had fabricated a story for
Molly and now lied to my mother. Xenia smiled and said softly, "Why don't you
tell your mother why you really came here today, Jack." My mom was now looking
between Xenia, the muscle goddess, and her thoroughly embarrassed son. I
looked up into Xenia's eyes and then blurted out, "I came to see you, both of
you," and looked from one to the other, "to see your muscles, to feel your
power!" 'There,' I thought, 'I had said it.'

Xenia laughed a deep, throaty laugh, and turned to my mom, "See, Jane," she
said, "Men are so predictable, even your son is in love with muscular women,
why he would do anything to caress our muscles and be controlled." "Is that
true, Jack," my mom asked. "Yes," I admitted sheepishly. "But what about
Molly, I thought you were in love with her," my mom asked. "I thought I was
too," I replied, "that is until I found that I'm in love with muscular women,
now I can't think of anything else." I was so embarrassed, I couldn't even
look at my mother.

My mom got up from her chaise lounge and walked towards me, her muscle
glistening in the morning sunlight, her small breasts firm and her quads
looking so powerful. I couldn't read her expression. She stopped directly in
front of me and taking my head between her palms, tilted my face up and gave
me a lingering kiss on the lips, her tongue finally parting my lips and
exploring my tongue with hers. When we broke the kiss, she turned to Xenia and
said, "He will need training, I trust that he will serve you well." Then she
turned back to me and looked deep into my eyes, and said, "Xenia and I have
been talking about you, and she feels that you will make a good houseboy for
her. I've given her my blessing."

'What?' I thought, 'Am I dreaming this. They've been talking about me? What
does my mom mean that I will serve her well? That I need training?' Xenia
could either read my mind or understood the look on my face, because she said,
"When I leave today, you will be come home with me. I'm your mistress now. You
will do as I say, do you understand?" My eyes darted from my mother to Xenia
and back again, and my mom nodded. "Y-yes, mistress," I mumbled. I was
rewarded with a brilliant smile from Xenia. "Good, now take off your clothes,
Jack, let's see what I have to work with."

And so that is how my life began serving my muscle goddess, Xenia.