Inheritance A story about a bodybuilding mother and son All comments are more than welcomed and encouraged to be sent to: fmgnut@yahoo.com This is going to be a short story, I was inspired to write this short story after comming across a photo of a FBB I saw online. **Warning: All of the following is strictly fantasy, it involves muscle growth and sex (incest)** My son was born in 1996, and my physique suffered because of it. Acctually, in truth, I let the birth of my son be my excsue and crutch not to get back into the gym. 5 years before, during the hieght of the late 80's, early 90's gym craze, I was absoultley worked; my body was big and bulging. I was 23 and I was juiced up to the max, spending 15 hours in the gym per week and eating like I had a tapeworm. Thus, in 1990 I was at my peak, 159lbs- 7% body fat, all tied into a 5'4 frame. Then, it happened. Laziness, contentment, and as a result I utterly lost my urge to workout. Gradually my body shrunk and became frail untill I was at my senior year of high school weight, 104lbs in mid- 1995. This was my size before I started pumping iron my freshman year of college. I married quickly, had your typical middle-class lifestyle, got "preggo" in late 1995. In August of 1996 my son was born, but my marriage did not last. My now ex-husband is no where to be seen. Since basically his birth we have been on our own, and consequently I have had to be the sole provider. The truth is, while i did have a lot on my plate, I could have very easily gotten back to the gym if I wanted to. Instead, I made all the typical excuses that non-gym "goer's" make. This attitude persisted untill about 2012, which by then my body had developed a good 20lbs of blubber from sheer inactivity. I started to drag my lazy-ass back into the gym 2-3 times a week to at least get skinny again. But at 45 even that wasn't happening easily, eventually after a few months I did take off the weight, getting down to around 110lbs. But every time I went to the gym and peddled away on the bike, I couldnt help but gaze over at the wieghts and the big, beefy guys pumping away for hours on end. I needed the urge, some kind of yearning to get me back into the kind of mindset I had in college. I wanted to get huge again, I missed the hard bulging mass that was my body- all I was missing was the spark to get me going. I got it from an unlikely source. Doing cardio late on a monday night, I again slipped into a trance like state by staring at the meat-head's in the freewieght area; I could feel my clit getting moist with pre-cum between my legs as I peddled with increaseing speed. My eyes seemed to focus on one particular lifter, he was young but his muscles were already filling out his frame quite nicely. I couldnt see his face because he was lying down on the flat bench with his feet towards me, but I didn't need to, the show his meaty young pecs were giving me were more than enough to compensate from seeing his sure to be goregous facial features. He had 225lbs on the bar and began pumping it farily easily, rep after rep his pecs flexed and contracted underneath his white t-shirt. With each rep completed his pecs bugled higher and higher, forcing more blood into the muscle than before. Unfortunatly my peep-show came to and all-to-soon end when more people pilled into the area, obstructing my view. I got home around 10 pm, and went to my room to get off my gym clothes. Standing naked in front of my full length mirror, I have to say that I am pleased I got off the fat I slowly piled on over the years. I was thin with a completly flat belly, and no wrinkles or saggyness. My body looked a legit late 20's or early 30's, I would say. My face has always been cute and thankfully that hasent showed any signs of aging yet either. While I was somewhat content with the way I looked, every day I still remember what it felt like to be a huge female body builder, in all its glory. With a sigh, I went to the bathroom to shower. When finished, I headed straight for my bed; passing my sons room, his door was open just a crack. For no aparent reason I glanced in and my eyes nearly blew from their sockets. 6-pac abs, beefy-stirated pecs, lumpy-peaked biceps, tree-trunk coreded thighs, and wide lats bulged all over my sons phyisque. Estimating his weight to be no less than 210lbs at 5'8, he definatly looked like a blossiming male bodybuilder. "How in GOD'S name did he develop ALL of this pulsing mass without me noticeing?" That was the only question spinning threw my mind as I couldn't take my eyes off of his BODY. Then, my son went to take off his gym spandex to reveal a large, thick penis farrrrr bigger than anything his father had, and it was STILL limp! I absoultely could not take it anymore, I ran to my room, closed the door, and grabbed my dildo. I masterbated for over 3 hours untill my vagiana was so sore I could not take it any longer. Sitting in a pool of my cum, I was dazzeled at what I saw, when I finally had the strength to get up I threw myself onto my bed and immediatly fell asleep. Waking up the next morning, it almost seemed like a dream-a wonderful fantasy that I dreamt of during the night. Judging from the cum-stained carpet, I knew it wasn't. "I AM SUCH AN AWFUL PERSON", I screamed out loud, knowing that my son was at school. Feeling utterly ashamed of myself didn't stop me from going into my sons room and rumaging threw all of his stuff to somehow make sense of this situation. I of course found steriods and bodybuilding magazines, but what really interested me was while looking I noticed a yellow mailing envelope behind the night-stand. I opened it and looked through the contents inside, my heart literally stopped for what I saw. Photos, photos of me when I was a bodybuilder more than 2 decades ago!! I remember having these taken during the summer of 1989 when I was all cut up for a magazine shoot I was commissioned for. After the divorce I must have misplaced them and somehow my son must have gotten a hold of them. "Could this be what sparked his muscle craze?", I thought to myself as I flipped threw the photos of myself- the muscle goddess that I was. "O God, don't even think of it Tasha, don't even consider it", even as I said the words out loud, I knew it was to late. That obcession was back, it was as uncontrollable as the rising of the sun. I wanted muscle, and a mate worthy of my muscles. I have the mate right under my own roof, and the muscles would be mine once again, soon enough... 6 Months later... Every waking moment since that day I've been consumed with building back up my body and staking claim to my ultimate mate. Back on the juice, my body responded like it did in my early 20's. Pounds of beefy, hard, sniewy muscles erupted onto my frame. My bodywieght creeped up on 150lbs in an alarming amount of time, but what was even more amazing was that I was leaner than every before. My skin appeared to be straining to tear even when my muscles were relaxed. While my progress has been astounding, my sons has been equally impressive. His mass is now looking near cartonish, as his frame now supports 249lbs of hulking muscles. Since I started to get big again, I have been slowly peeling off my clothes to reveal my new form. And as the days go on, and the more muscle I keep piling onto my frame, the more obvious our attraction is becomming... I woke up the following morning sore all over from the intense workouts I was brutalizing my body worth it, going over to the scale I smirked as the needle tipped over to 153lbs. It was a saturday and my son was home, he was tanning in the backyard in nothing but a speedo. Sensing that my physique was at or at least nearly its previous levels, I decided to strip down and put on a show. Walking outside in my stringy bikini would do the trick. I slid it on in my room and started to flex a bit, hitting all of my classic poses I felt my body pumping up and getting tighter all over. After about 5 minutes, I strutted outside... Me: What a goregous day, don't you think so Stevie? Son: Yeaa-aa-yess it is Mom... At this point I could see hit muscular penis beggining to swell threw the fabric of his speedo... Me: Stevie, come here and help mommy spread this lotion on Son: offf course Mom... I handed my son the bottle and layed back on the lawn chair, "O go ahead Stevie, its mommy, you arn't afraid of my new muscles are you?". With that he proceeded to rub my thick, cut abs with a generous lather. "Stevie get mommys big quads next, wont you darlin?" With a gulp he ran his handed over my tree trunk thighs, I flexed them and instantly they filled up with even more dense cords of muscles. At this point his erection was absoutley ridiculous, sitting up I knew it was time... Me: Stevie, it's ok we both knew it was only a matter of time once I started lifting again. Son: Ahhh... I grabbed his muscular 9" cock and squeezed, forcing it to grow even bigger, thicker with more throbbing viens. Then I took a clump of his speedo and with one pull I tore it from his Adonus-like phyisque. Me: Don't fucking stop untill I cant feel my legs In that moment Stevie went from scared to full on beast mode. Son: Ooo...God, Mom...so beautiful.. He plowed me for hours on end, hot steamy cum was ozzing out everywhere. His cock would not go down, it stayed erect well into the night and my vagina was fucking ravaged. Flexing and sexing untill it was no longer possible to do so. When we finally finished I barley could stand... Me: Goodnight Son Before going into the house, I turned and he was lieing on his back, gasping for air and barley concious. In the years to come we of course made love a countless number of times more. My body surpassed my wildest dreams, I am not 51 at 186lbs, 6% body fat. Unfrotunatly for my Stevie, all the sex made him loose his mass due to a severe lack of testosterone. Now, I am a she-hulk'ed cougar on the prowl. And I am never going back. The End Again, all comments please send to: fmgnut@yahoo.com Thanks for reading.