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It was late at night in our apartment's 24-hour-gym. No one was around it was just mom and I on the weight machines.
I was doing my reps on the leg curl when my mother walked by. She was wearing a tight black leotard that showed off all of her curvy muscles and her breasts were practically spilling out of the leotard.
I tried to hide my erection. I didn't want my mother to know I was thinking of her sexually.
She laughed. "Oh come on, don't be shy, show mommy how big and hard you are for her!"
I got off the machine and stood in front of her. She looked down at my crotch. "Mom, you don't want to see your 19-year-old son's dick do you?" I asked her.
She giggled again. "It's called a cock, hon. And I would love to see what you're packin'."
Mom was gorgeous. She had long blonde hair, a perfect tan, and muscles most men would kill for. Her breasts were the size of cantaloupes and her nipples poked through her top.
I was embarrassed. "Mom, I can't..."
"Oh please, sweetie. It's just you and I. I promise I won't tell your friends how small you are." She smiled devilishly.
She knew exactly how to push my buttons. "I am NOT small!" I protested.
She laughed. "Then what are you afraid of?"
"I'm not scared of anything!"