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“That’s it, one more rep!” I yelled in encouragement as my mother finished her dumbbell rows.
She dropped the weights when she was done and shook her arms around like I taught her, to relieve the tension.
“Phew!” she sighed, breathing heavily. “You’ve really been stepping up these workouts lately. God, I’m exhausted, but I feel great. I don’t think I’ve worked out this hard even when I played sports in college.”
“Well, it’s only because you’ve been improving so fast and your endurance keeps getting better. You’re a real natural at this.”
She smiled and lifted her arm to flex her bicep through her clothes. “Thank you. I guess our family has good genes.”
“If that’s the case, we better hurry up and finish up this last part of your circuit while your heart rate is still up,” I said, pointing to the workout bench for her to do her dumbbell presses. “You get better results that way.”
“Hold on a second, this sweater is killing me.”
My mother casually turned around to pull her thin sweater off and placed it neatly on a nearby table. She stood in her sports bra and took a sip from her water bottle, completely oblivious to the fact that I was in awe over her sculpted body. My eyes quickly glanced around the trickles of sweat glistening on her lower & upper back, shoulders, and her arms. And after she finished her drink, she turned back around to focus on her weight lifting again and I shifted my eyes away as fast as I could.
“Oh, pardon the attire,” my mother said, alluding to the fact that she caught me looking. “I feel a little overheated. Plus I feel more confident wearing something like this, now that I’m in better shape.”
“I can see that. You look great! I mean, I didn’t mind those curves from before; curves are sexy. But your body looks so different now.”
“Thanks!” she smiled, looking down and patting her stomach. “I owe it all to you.”
“You can thank me by hitting these weights.”
I didn’t need to give her much instructions anymore as she bent down to pick up a heavier set of free weights and laid down on the bench to do her dumbbell presses. As usual, I counted the reps for her and made sure that her form was perfect.
But for the very first time, I was seeing her do such a strenuous exercise with her wearing a small top. My eyes were enthralled by the sight of her triceps and shoulders flexing. But more than anything, seeing the muscles in her chest start to flex was making me very aroused. And seeing her breasts being squeezed in her sports bra- wow.
When she finished, she sat up to place the weights on her thighs, took a quick breath, and then put the weights down so that she could get more water. My eyes seemingly had a mind of their own as they roamed her sweaty body. And once again, I was too slow to look away as my mother glanced at me.
She put her hands on her hips and smiled. “Were you just checking me out?”
“What?! Of course not! I don’t know why you would say something like that.”
“You always were a terrible liar,” she said with a smirk. “Come on, every since I took that sweater off I’ve noticed you checking out my body. I’ve even noticed you staring at my chest while I was doing that last set.”
“I’m offended,” I said boldly, but in a half-joking manner. “You asked me to help you workout, and when I monitor your progress, I get accused of being inappropriate.”
“Good point there. But what about that look I saw you giving me when I turned around after taking that sip of water, or you staring at my chest while I was doing those presses, or…”
“Fine…you caught me,” I replied, feeling a little embarrassed. “You look really good in that top. There, I said it. Happy now?”
Her eyebrows rose and she was clearly holding back laughter. “You know, that’s exactly what I was afraid of. I didn’t want to make things distracting for you. That’s why I always kept that sweater on no matter how hot I was getting. Besides, I just bought this sports bra recently, and before that I only had a t-shirt underneath. My nipples would have been an incredible distraction, since I’m still a lactating woman after all.”
