Alone at last, Mom stretched out on the couch with her head on my lap, and thumbed the TV remote until she found an old movie she liked, then turned onto her side with her knees drawn up, and settled down to watch. Absent mindedly, I slipped a hand into the top of her dress and cupped her breast, not stroking or fondling, just appreciating the warm soft roundness.
When the movie finished she sat up and I yawned ostentatiously. “You go on up,” she smiled. “I’ll join you after I’ve been to the bathroom.”
I leapt to my feet. “I’ll beat you to it. I’ll only be a couple of minutes. You take forever!”
I raced up the stairs before she could protest, and after taking a leak I refreshed my tackle, and went to her room, where I stripped and lay on her bed with the sheet pulled up to my waist. As usual, she took her time, but now she seemed to take longer than ever, so when I finally heard the bathroom door open and close, I decided to retaliate by teasing her a little. I watched through slitted eyes until she appeared in the doorway, then I let out a loud theatrical snore.
The mattress sagged as she climbed onto the bed beside me, “Surprise!”
I opened my eyes and gasped. “Christ, that’s awesome!” I breathed, stroking her newly bald slit.
Mom pulled the sheet down to my feet as I pushed a finger into her pussy. “Don’t say you weren’t warned. Now get ready to lose your brains.” she chuckled, leaning over and licking up and down my cock.
“I haven’t even touched these yet.” I protested, cupping her dangling tits.
“Really? What exactly have you been doing for the last couple of hours? And what are you doing now?” She threw a leg over me and pressed her hairless cunt to my mouth. “Now shut up and lick this! And take your punishment like a man!” she added, swooping to take my cock deep into her mouth.
“If this is her idea of punishment,” I smiled to myself as I thrust to meet her, “I can think of sixty nine ways of getting up to mischief.”
I licked her pussy as energetically as she sucked my cock, and when my cum gushed down her throat, it accelerated her own climax, until she was bouncing up and down on my face like Tigger, from the Winnie the Pooh children’s stories. “My God, I could never get too much of that!” she panted as she came down from her high. I wasn’t sure if she meant having her pussy licked or her mouth filled, or both, so I decided it was wiser to say nothing.
The next day, Monday, was back to the grindstone, and as I was leaving for work Glenda showed up to take Mom to the gym. My boss asked me to work overtime, so I arrived home a couple of hours later than usual. The two women were sitting on the couch chatting when I arrived home, but fell silent when I entered the room. They looked at each other and giggled, then Mom went into the kitchen to set my dinner on the table.
I looked dubiously at my plate. The portion of grilled chicken looked so much smaller than it had when Glenda packed it for the freezer, and smaller still compared to the huge heap of vegetables that comprised the rest of the meal. Still, I was hungry so I wolfed it down, telling myself that if Mom had to compromise, then it was only fair that I encourage her in her efforts to lose weight by doing the same. Besides, I could always make up for it by indulging in my preferred junk food at lunch times.
When I finished, I rejoined them, and for the first time since I came home I looked at our guest. She had exchanged her customary work leotard for a short black skirt, and a white blouse that showed a modest amount of cleavage. I dropped into the armchair facing the couch, pleased to realise as I did so that I had a perfect vantage point to look up her skirt if she turned towards me, although that was certainly not the reason I chose to sit there. It was purely a happy coincidence. There is no way of knowing if she had the same thought. All I can say is that she wore a faint smile as she and Mom kept their attention on the recipe book.
Hoping she wouldn’t notice, I looked repeatedly but without success, and after almost an hour I gave up. I was thinking seriously of getting an early night, when Mom stood and picked up her coffee cup. “Anyone want a refill?”
“Good idea,” I agreed. Glenda replied with a nod and watched as Mom headed for the kitchen.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Glenda grinned at me and opened her legs wide for maybe three seconds. My eyes nearly fell out as I stared at her tightly stretched beige panties, before she too stood up. “I’ll give her a hand,”
It hadn’t been long enough for me to make out the outline of her pussy. Not that it mattered, because my imagination filled in the missing details, so I decided to hang around a little longer in the hope of seeing more.
When she and Mom returned with the drinks, she avoided looking at me and sat primly, sipping her coffee and nodding occasionally at something Mom was saying. I was on the verge of going to bed, when she drained her cup and stood up. “I’d better be going, Steve will be wondering if I’ve left home.”
Mom walked with her to the door, and when she returned she gestured with her head towards the stairs. “She came close to outstaying her welcome.” She rolled her eyes and and tugged at the tie of her track pants.
Minutes later she was straddling me on the bed as I watched my cock disappear through her day old stubble, an instant before she pushed a hard nipple between my lips.
The first three months were sheer hell for her, and out of deference for her aching muscles, I scaled back on our fucking to two or three days a week. She wasn’t too happy, but when she made me promise to let her suck my cock whenever she wanted, she gave in.
Gradually her body, and more importantly her mind adjusted to her new routine, and she actually began to enjoy and look forward to her workouts. Muscle replaced fat, and as her confidence grew, her painfully slow weight loss increased by the week. Thare was another milestone after the fifth month, when she felt confident enough to invest in a leotard, and after she modelled it for my approval, she tugged the crotch aside for me to fuck her through the leg opening.
Glenda continued to tease, but except for one occasion when I almost, but not quite, saw her nipple she was never as blatant as at first. Little by little I began to find it more amusing than enticing, and eventually, when she realised she wasn’t getting the reactions or attention she wanted, she gave up.
It took about eight months of hard work and perseverance, until one day Mom emerged from her room with a smile a mile wide. “Look Billy,” she beamed pirouetting triumphantly, “This is the smallest dress I have and it fits me again!” I hugged her proudly and suggested we go out to celebrate. After a moment’s thought she nodded. “OK, but I couldn’t have done it without Glenda and Steve, so it’s only fair that we invite them too.”
At Steve’s suggestion we went to a restaurant with a five piece band and a small dance floor, where the owner greeted him like a long lost brother, and conducted us to a table far enough from the band to still hear them, and to carry out a conversation without shouting.