Muscle Mom 1 Vampire Vampire_Lamia@yahoo.co.uk I was returning home after 4 years. I had been working as a Web Administrator at a large firm in Essex. My mom received me at the airport. My mom was a beautiful woman of 50. She was a large framed lady and was slightly overweight since I had last seen her. But as I hugged her, I noticed that all the fat had gone, and she felt firmer. Her arms had always been thick, as they were now, but her waist had reduced considerably. I complimented her as we drove along to our house. "Thanks Jack! It might come as a surprise to you but I've been going to the gym for three years now." She said smiling. "That's very good mom." I said as we turned into the driveway. Next morning I woke up late. After freshening up I went into the kitchen. Mom was preparing breakfast. "Hi mom." I said. "Good morning Jack." She said without turning. I walked near her and put my arm around her shoulder. "I've missed you mom." "I too, son." She said, kissing me on my cheek. "You really meant it when you said you had joined the gym, ma. Your shoulder feels really tight and muscular." She smiled and said, "Thanks, but you haven't seen anything yet. Here feel my arms." She removed her jacket revealing a sleeveless top. Her milky white arms appeared really ripped with strength, even though she wasn't flexing. I touched her bare arm and was amazed by the tightness and muscularity of her biceps, and then she curled her arms. Her biceps exploded into raw pumped muscles atop her meaty triceps. Her flesh was iron hard. Her egg shaped bicep was certainly bigger and stronger than mine. I let go of her arm after squeezing it a bit in stupefaction. "Oh My God!" I exclaimed. "Yeah! So what do you think?" "I don't know mom. Your arms are really strong." "Yeah. My biceps measure 15 inches when pumped. How about yours?" She teased rubbing my arms. "Still soft I see." "Come on mom." I said jerking my arms away. "Don't do that again sonny." She smiled. Then to prove her point she grabbed me by my arms. Her huge hands completely surrounding my soft biceps. Veins jutted out of her sinewy forearms as she tightened her grip on each of my biceps and slowly lifted me in the air. My feet were a foot off the ground in a matter of seconds my feet were a foot off the ground as mom was just one inch shorter than my 5-11 frame. "Mom, what are you doing?" I shouted alarmed. She laughed affectionately before putting me down. "Just kidding, son." My face bore an expression of fear mixed with admiration and embarrassment. This obviously made my mom feel sorry for me. "I am sorry son." She said hugging me. "Its alright mom. Don't feel sorry." "So tell me Jack. Does this make you feel scared, now that I am stronger than you?" "I don't know mom. May be, I am scared a bit. But I can adjust." "Thanks son." Later when I was alone in the evening, I thought all about what had happened and to my utter dismay, I felt an erection in my pants. I knew, that this was sin. But I had to admit, that I was excited at the prospect of having been manhandled by my muscle-clad mom. As my excitement grew, I knew that I had to see her again with all those muscles on her firm tight body. I went upto her room and peeped through the keyhole. My mom was there all right with her back towards me. She was wearing bra. I saw her broad back expand to amazing proportions with sheer muscle as she hooked her bra and brought her muscular arms forward. Her ass looked huge but was powerfully muscled and apparently very tight and very white. Her asshole displayed moderate hair as she bent over to slip over her panties. Her creamy ass tightened as she leaned over pulling up her panties. I had a throbbing erection in my pants. I unzipped and started to masturbate looking at all those muscles in awe. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn't control all those feelings of naked, sinful desire. I closed my eyes prior to ejaculation, and as I opened my eyes, the doorknob turned and the door swung open. My mom stood there in utter astonishment as she saw me and then my exhausted penis with semen all over it. "What the hell are you doing?" She thundered. To be contd.