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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Bench Pressing Mom (mf, mast, 1st, inc) by PIXNIX Author (Edited by Kathy) (c) 1999 (For non-commercial use only) *** I started lifting weights when I was 15 and my favorite was the bench press. By the time I was 16, I could press about 200 pounds. I was out of school for the summer and since my mother didn't work, we were home alone all day. I asked her to spot for me when I benched pressed. Even though my mother didn't play tennis she liked to wear tennis outfits around the house. At the time, she was 40 years old, about 5'3" tall and weighed about 110 pounds. I could never understand why my dad didn't pay more attention to her. He seemed always worried about getting to work, and never gave mom and I much of his time. I knew that my mother was a looker compared to my friend's mothers. It was obvious to see, but dad was always too busy. One day while she was spotting for me she asked if I thought I could bench press her. I told her I would try, so she straddled the bench I was laying on and I put my hands on her hips and told her to make her body stiff. I lifted her over me and started raising her up and down. As soon as I lifted her, my cock got hard and I was hoping it would go down before I had to put her back down on my lap. She was laughing all the time I was bench pressing her and seemed to enjoy it. I held her up as long as I could, hoping my cock deflate, but of course it didn't. I finally had to let her down on top of me. I knew she felt it up against her because her face got red and she got up quickly without saying anything and ran up stairs. She didn't mention anything later that day, so I didn't give it much more thought. The next day while I was working out, she asked me to bench press her again, which I gladly obliged, with the same results. This time she seemed to get up a little more slowly after I set her down on my lap. But she didn't say anything, and she just ran up to her room. This was repeated again the next day, but when she got up she seemed to "accidental brush her hand against my crotch before she ran up to her room. The next day, she actually put her hand on my cock as she was getting up and gave it a squeeze. By now I was anticipating our daily "bench-press" sessions, and this time followed her up stairs. I looked through her door which was open a crack and saw her lying on her bed with her hand inside her panties, playing with herself. I realized that she was really getting turned on by being "benched-pressed". This knowledge may me feel strange. I'd never had any sexual thoughts toward my mom before, but at 16 a guys hormones are raging all the time, and to know that a female, (any female) is turned on by you is a powerful aphrodisiac. So the next day I decided to see if I could go a little farther, and I told her that I wanted to bench press her in a different way. I had her stand to my right and told her to lay across my hands so that the palm of my right hand was against her pubes and my left hand was on her chest. Just thinking about what I was going to do, made my cock hard, and I saw her looking down at the bulge in my shorts as I began to lift her. When I lifted her up, I put my fingers against her pussy as I pressed her up and down. I only lifted her a couple of times when I noticed how hard she was breathing and at the same time I felt her wetness coming through her panties. She became so distracted that she couldn't hold herself stiff anymore, so I laid her on the floor. As I did this I shoved my hand inside her panties. I don't know what made me do that, it just seemed like the right thing to do, and from wetness I felt there I know that I was right. I pushed first one finger then two into her, I was surprised how tight she was since I could hardly get two fingers in her. As soon as I did, however, she began moaning, and had thrashing orgasm; finally twisted away from me and ran up to her room again. When I saw her again later that day, she didn't say anything and acted as if nothing had happened. However, the next day, we went through the same routine again. After a while, the term "bench press" became the code for to play with her body. Soon I got really bold. I would just grab her anytime as she walked past me and pull her down to the carpet and put my fingers in her with always the same results. She would come almost as soon as I touched her and then she would pull away. A couple of times, I just picked her up and carried her into her bedroom with the intention of fucking her but she would always stop me by threatening to tell dad what I was trying to do. That went on for years. I think I must have fingered my mother to orgasm a thousand times, she'd get me so excited that I would come in my pants many times while doing these things to her. But she'd never let me do anything more sexual to her. And she would never touch my bare cock or try to get me off by masturbating me. Finally when I went away to college (still technically a virgin) I had to deal with my sexuality. I met a girl there and after a painful attempt and a couple of false starts we became lovers. But I always compared her to my mother. The way she looked, the way she smelled even her moans, I compared to my sexy mom. Then summer break came around and we left for our respective families, vowing to room together during the next term. It didn't take long for me to become unbearably horny having been cut off from my regular nookie. Here I was 21 and bursting with hormones and no one to play with. Even my mother seemed a little stand-offish. I think that she knew that if we kept playing around that she'd have to give in to me sooner or later, and that seemed to be a line that she didn't want to cross. That summer break my parents decided that we would take a vacation by driving out west for a couple of weeks. We had driven a lot of miles in several days before we arrived in Denver late in the day. We tried several places for dinner, but they were all closed. My father asked me if I was hungry and I said that I was beyond that point now. Well, for some unknown reason, that sent him into a rage. Every once in a while he would blow up at me for no good reason and this was one of those times. He shouted at me to stop the car and when I did, he got out and said he was sick of both of us and would catch a plane and fly home that night. With that, he slammed the car door and walked away. My mother and I were stunned but there was nothing we could do. We got a couple of rooms at a motel, and the next day my mom called on the phone from her room and told me to get ready to leave as she wanted an early start on the drive home. We didn't say much during the day but I could see she was upset. We checked into a nice hotel and got adjoining rooms. She came into my room and told me that she had made an appointment to get her hair cut in the hotel. I stayed in my room and watched some TV, waiting for mom to get done, then the plan as that we'd have some dinner. She came back about an hour later with a really sexy short haircut which made her look a lot younger than her 45 years, and I told her so. She just smiled and said she was going to take a bath before we had dinner. I sat down in my shorts to read a book while I was waiting for her to finish. I was completely absorbed in the book when suddenly she came out of her adjoining room with just a towel wrapped around her; she seemed angry. She said she fell in the bathtub and called to me for help, and started going on about how I never paid attention, and always had my nose in a book, etc., etc. By now, I was irritated -- as well as horny seeing her with just a towel like that -- and I threw my book down and came toward her. She saw the look on my face and the bulge in my shorts and tried to run back to her room. But I was too quick for her and grabbed her and carried her over to my bed and threw her on to it. I yanked the towel off her and tried to push her legs apart, but she held them together and yelled her old threat of telling my father what I was trying to do to her. I told her that wouldn't work on me anymore and if she wanted to play that game I could tell him about all the times I'd played with her tight little pussy. By now, I was so irritated I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her across my knees and started to spank her ass. I was frustrated and wanted to hurt her, like she seemed to enjoy doing to me. But after a few slaps I noticed that she so wet in the crotch that she dripping down my leg. She was also crying now. Through a fog of lust I could hear her begging me to stop, it made me painfully hard to know that my own mother was begging me for mercy. She said she would do whatever I wanted, but to please, please stop spanking her. Still enraged at my treatment I incoherently demand that she "suck my cock" and was surprised when she got right down on her knees and took my cock in both hands and brought it to her full lovely lips and started sucking on it. I was so anxious to finally get my cock in her that I pulled her off my cock and pushed her back on the bed. This time, she spread her legs wide for me. I wondered if she would come as soon as I got into her, just like our past play time's used to be, and it would be over too fast. I was right. My cock is about average length but I saw it was too thick for her to get her fingers all the way around it when she was sucking my cock. She felt as tight as a virgin as I pushed into her, and I only got park way in when sh started to buck underneath me in a tremendous orgasm. She was so lubricated, that the bed was soaked. She tried to pull away from me like she had so many times before, but this time I held her under me and to my surprise, and I learned later, to hers as well, she had one orgasm after another as I continued to hump her small body with my much larger one. I remember looking into her corn-silk blue eyes, wide open, as I pumped my come deep into her. I groaned as I released myself, I had waited for this day, it seemed, all my life. And I enjoyed the feeling of pumping my come into her trembling body, over and over again. We fucked for hours, making up for lost time until we worked up such an appetite we ordered room service to be delivered in her room since by now, my bed was a mess. After dinner and a bottle of wine, I grabbed her by the hand to take her back to bed, but she resisted and said we shouldn't do this any more. I told her that I thought by now she'd realized that she was going to do what I wanted from now on! So I just roughly picked her up and carried her into my bedroom and put her down on my moist bed. She tried to hold her legs together again but I just forced them apart and put my hand on her pussy which was soaking wet again. As I forced my cock into her tight little pussy again, she said, "Don't you know by now it turns me on to be forced and be treated rough? You could have had me when you were 16 if you hadn't taken no for an answer. Did you really think I would have told your father? I've been thinking about your thick cock ever since you benched pressed me. I realized it was as thick as my wrist. Do you think getting my hair done and coming into your room with just a towel on was just an accident? After your father left, all I could think of was getting your cock in me." The more she talked the hotter I got and the harder I fucked her. She finally begged me to stop because her pussy was too sore and swollen. She ended up sleeping with an ice bag between her legs the rest of the night. On the way home the next day, she said she was so sore it would take her a week to recover. About three days later, she came into my bedroom after dad had gone to work and crawled into bed with me. I reminded her that she said she would be sore for a week. She said that she didn't mind being a little sore. That my kind of sore was just what she needed. She asked me to be gentle. I wasn't, but she didn't seem to mind. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. 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