Mitch nearly fell backwards onto the pile of shirts that were sprawled out on the couch behind him. Standing in the entry way wasn’t his mother that he’d always known and loved, but what looked like a version of her if she had spent her entire life dedicated to fitness. She stood in the doorway, towel draped across her shoulders and held around her neck by arms that looked packed with lean muscle if the slight bulge of her biceps and triceps had anything to say about it. Mitch couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over this woman’s body as the T-shirt she wore ended just above her midriff, most likely due to the swell of her moderately sized breasts beneath, firmly held in place despite the lack of a visible bra. This left her chiseled six pack on display along with toned hip muscles that led Mitch’s eyes downwards towards the painted-on leggings that left little to the imagination about the power in this woman’s thighs and calves.
“Jesus sweetie, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The woman, who Mitch could only assume was supposed to be his mother, Moira, said. “And here I was just coming down to give you a hug and thank you for the shirt.”
With that Moira sauntered across the room, her breasts bouncing slightly within her tank-top as her hips swayed from side to side alluringly. "Wait a minute," Mitch thought, "it was a T-shirt not a tank–"
He didn’t quite get the chance to finish the thought as his whole body was embraced by Moira in a much tighter than he was used to hug. But that wasn’t the only thing that caught Mitch’s attention. It was the fact that he was being crushed against his mother’s breasts and had to look up into her eyes. He must not have realized it when she was standing at the doorway, but Moira had to be taller than 6’ now.
Using what little thought remained to him, Mitch realized his mother was waiting for him to say something, so he wrapped his arms around his mother and gasped out, “You’re welcome. Glad you like the shirt.”
As Moira disengaged she grinned down at Mitch, “How could I not? It describes me perfectly, right?”
Mitch finally laying eyes on the text spread out across the front of his mother’s tank-top. “Fitness Queen” was there in bright pink letters on an otherwise gray tank-top that he had been sure was a T-shirt when his mother had first appeared in the doorway. But that couldn’t be true, and this couldn’t be his mother. "She certainly looks like mom, but mom wasn’t a…" the thought died in his head as he remembered that guy he’d bought the shirt from saying something about magic.
“Well as a thank you why don’t I help you sort out the rest of the T-shirts?” Moira offered as she turned to head back towards the kitchen, “After I make my protein shake of course. Can’t let all this hard work go to waste.” She paused briefly on her way and turned back to Mitch, who was desperately trying not to stare at his mother’s toned and firm butt as it sashayed away. “Should I call Rae down too to help? Just a thought sweetie.”
Mitch, coming to grips with the fact that his mother was now a sexy fitness model, and that he had magical shirts that could make whatever they said on them become reality replied…
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