Mom’s Depraved Secrets

My father passed away when I was 22. As you would expect, the first couple years were tough for mom. She was suddenly alone in the house they raised their family in. It was just mom, the cat (Paws), and the dog (Leon). My sister and I stopped by to visit as much as we could, and after a while mom seemed to be coping well and we visited less often.

Mom threw herself into the fitness scene. She started swimming again (she was a college swimmer), then got into yoga, and eventually added biking and running. She even entered a short triathalon. She really took to yoga and eventually started teaching classes 3-4 times a week.

The effect on her body was noticeable. She was never really fat, but she wasn’t really in shape either. She was your average nice-looking mom. Average height, brown hair, brown eyes, pretty face. All the new physical activity sculpted her body. She didn’t get super thin or muscled, but she shed some pounds around the middle and toned up all around.

Mom always had very large breasts. Growing up, my friends would joke about it (“Hey man, does she still breastfeed you?”). Her new slimmer waist accentuated her bust even more. Her ass went from nothing special to head-turning. It wasn’t small, but had a nice round shape, and each cheek moved independently when she walked; in yoga pants it was borderline obscene. Her legs were fairly short, but nicely toned, thick and curvy. (Prior to the events in this story I had never really thought of her as hot.