It sure was good being the master of the house!
That afternoon I had a training session with my personal trainer at the gym downtown, so sadly I had to postpone any further play with mom.
Driving to the gym, I almost rear-ended some guy, because I was fantasizing about all the dirty things I would love to do to mom. Visions of her tied up in all kinds of positions filled my mind. Even if I knew that tying her up was completely redundant, she would gladly do anything I wanted, it still gave me a rush to imagine her completely helpless before me. Maybe I should tie her up tonight, and have her in my bed with me, so I could just use her during the night, whenever I felt like it. That might be fun. Waking her up by just pushing my dick into her whenever I felt like it.
On the other hand, I also enjoyed the way she woke me up.
So many decisions to make.
My trainer Shu Mei was not amused that I was a few minutes late, so she had me doing burpees until I was ready to throw up, as a warm-up.
She is the best trainer I have had, even if she has the gentle disposition of a drill sergeant.
She is slightly shorter than me, and of mixed Korean and Japanese descent.
In my head canon, she is secretly the head of an ancient clan of ninjas, as she is easily the most fit woman I have met.
She is not huge and bulky, but she is strong and absolutely relentless. On the treadmill her only speed is sprint, and doing pull-ups, you get tired of counting them, before she is tired of doing them.
Even in her training outfit she always looked very attractive, but the one time I had seen her outside of work, she was absolutely stunning. A little bit of makeup, and some nicely fitting clothes that enhanced her well deserved figure, rather than smooth it out, made her into a veritable goddess.
I would have made a pass at her long ago, if I was not so deadly afraid of her. Anytime I had tried to breach the professional barrier between us, she had worked me so hard I was puking my guts out, before she forced me to do more.
I was never very fit to begin with, but with her help, I was starting to get there. Not big and bulky by any means, but definitely passing average someday soon.
Today she took it rather easy on me.
We were doing lots of cardio as usual, but before I even got winded, she moved us on to weights, where she had me cranking out all sorts of sets, like she couldn’t quite decide what we should focus on today.
After a little while, she stopped me mid set, and looked at me, seemingly angry with me.
“What have you been doing?” she demanded.
“Uh, training like you told me?”
“Are you on the juice? Is that it?”
“I don’t know what you mean?”
“You don’t normally do this many reps without whining like a little girl! What is up?” she asked, glaring at me disapprovingly, like she had caught me with a syringe full of steroids in my butt or something.
“Look, I am just distracted, my dad just died and I am stuck trying to arrange everything. I just didn’t have the energy to whine. I will try to whine more next time, alright?”
Sending her the good old puppy dog eyes and reminding my dad just died had her backpedaling in a hurry.
“Shit Ryan, I didn’t mean to break your balls like that. It’s just that if they come asking you to pee in a cup, it’s my ass if it comes back positive with anything illicit. You blew three of your PR’s without even noticing, and you didn’t break a sweat during any of it. If that’s what being distracted does to you, I think we need to come up with ways to keep you distracted.”
She was right, I really hadn’t been paying attention during training. I was really upset about dad, and I knew mom was too, yet here we were fucking each other like some sort of cheap porn, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. About doing her.
Something really strange was going on, with me, with mom, with my body. Suddenly I was able to cum like a sex legend, I felt stronger, better. Heck, I could swear my cock was looking larger than it used to be.
I am not a scientist, but I don’t think genes are supposed to suddenly turn on when you turn eighteen.
“Mei, I am not on any drugs, I promise! You know me, I am not that ambitious!” I told her, trying to look my most sincere.
“Fine. But now that I know you have been sandbagging, next time we are going to take it up a few notches, until we find your true limits! Now beat it, before I make you do burpees until you pass out again, for being a jerk and holding out on me!”
With a grin and a wave I fled for my life, before she could change her mind. I didn’t mind her drill sergeant routine. Most of the time she was actually kinda fun to be around, but when it came to the training, she took it very seriously. Which is probably why she is the only personal trainer I have had, I couldn’t just bullshit or blow off with half assed excuses.
At first, dad had to insist I get in shape, but when Mei showed me it actually made a difference, I started to enjoy our torture sessions in a strange massochistic way.
Dinner was kinda weird, with just it being just me and mom. We were both missing dad a lot. Even if I had been busy all day trying to shove my cock as far into his mourning wife, my mom, as was humanly possible. And yes, I was sporting a solid boner through most of the dinner. I was constantly watching my mom eat, imagining my cock lodged between those soft red lips of hers, instead of the fork she was poking her salad with.
Like at breakfast, she made sure I got a large selection, just like dad always did. I guess now I knew how he burned all those calories.
Mom on the other hand, only had a salad, claiming she was still quite full from earlier.
After dinner, we spent some time going over some of the paperwork I had gotten done, decisions I had made, and the arrangements for dad’s funeral. Several times I had the urge to just sweep all the papers on the floor and peele mom out of that tight little dress she was wearing. It was suitably black, things considered, but it was obvious by her choice of a very sexy dress that left very little to the imagination, that she was also having the same crazy urges I was.
I would love to lie and claim it was through sheer force of will and strength of character that I managed to abstain from jumping moms bones again then and there, but it was more due to a slowly creeping dread that I would not manage to get everything done in time, combined with my growing awareness that something was not quite right.
Was someone drugging us with some sort of crazy lust drug or something?
Even if they was, I would probably want them to keep doing it, but it sure would be nice to know. I am sure I could come up with a few more people I wouldn’t mind dosing, if that was the case.
Still, staying on task, we did manage to get quite a lot done, giving me confidence that perhaps we might still get everything done. I knew very little about how many people might show up, and how to handle the entire social aspect of the funeral, but fortunately mom was a fountain of knowledge in that regard. She had spent a lot of time arranging fundraisers for charities with her circle of trophy wife friends, so she knew the right people to contact to get everything taken care of.