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Mother Knows Best Rebirth – Part 1
by MagnusMagneto
Originally Published 2015
Special thanks to Ritualist and Detritus2613
Some of the biggest changes:
– Relationship between Tara and Cory is a bit different. Changes at a more natural pace.
– Relationship between Tara and her brother is very different. Terry’s family in general is changed a lot.
– Tara’s own transformation is different. More reasonably paced and ramps up over time.
– No magic workout machine, but other interesting inventions will be featured instead.]
1)
Late May
Tara banged on her son’s door. “Cory, you’ve been in that room since we got here!”
A masculine groan came from within the room. “Buzz off!” the clattering of a OneStation controller and the sound of fake gunfire came from within the room. The 17 year old was playing Call of Battlefield 9 – the latest ‘military first person shooter’ that was taking the nation by storm.
The 35 year old woman let out a sigh and shook her head before walking back to the living room. She and her son, Cory, had arrived at her wealthy brother’s summer home a couple days ago. Having lived in a large city most of her adult life, the single mother rarely had the opportunity to enjoy nature. Her brother – Terry, had offered for the two to use his summer home numerous years in a row, but Tara adamantly refused to accept handouts from him. This year however, having been especially stressed out due to the rising cost of living, she decided to relent.
“Well, I’m sure he’ll get sick of those games in a few days.” she said to herself. “He’s probably just burnt out from his junior year of high school and needs some time to recharge. Besides, who am I to criticize him, I spent all of yesterday watching WebFlix, which I could just do at home.”
Tara stepped into the master bedroom, which was on the other side of the large home. Closing the double-doors behind her, she stripped down and observed her naked form in the room’s full length mirror. Her 5’6” frame was relatively thin, and still had feminine curves, but lacked muscle tone. Ever since she had her son at the tender age of 18, Tara was forced to work multiple jobs just to pay the bills. While she could have taken the time to better herself, it was a constant struggle to work up enough energy to do so.
Her highly feminine face, while beginning to show hints of age, was quite beautiful. Her looks were strongly accentuated by her azure eyes and striking features. Staring at her midsection, Tara noticed that a deposit of fat had begun to form. She grimaced as she poked it, causing the flesh to ripple in response. “Don’t know how I never noticed that before.” she said softly before moving her eyes down to her thighs and shaking them. Her proportionately large legs were surprisingly solid, but still had a slight layer of flab that jiggled with the motion. She turned around and peered over her shoulder to look at her backside. Her round bottom and shapely calves were quite flattering for someone her age, but could still use some visible work.
Turning around again, Tara flexed her arms in a classic double-bicep pose. There wasn’t much of a rise, and to the woman’s horror, there were the very early beginnings of ‘bingo wings’ setting in. She let out a disgruntled sigh. “At least these things preserved themselves pretty well.” she said cupping her round C-cup breasts. Even those however still sagged just a smidgen more than Tara would have liked.
“Alright, enough of the pity party. Time to do something about this.” Tara said before opening her still unpacked suitcase. After throwing on some undergarments, she grabbed a pair of tight sweatpants and a sleeveless belly-shirt she used to do pilates in a few years ago. The brunette turned and noticed her reflection in the mirror – in particular the small pouch of fat around her exposed midsection. “Right. I’ll wear this one later.” she said before taking it off and throwing on a classic white tank-top.
Satisfied with the outfit, Tara threw on a pair of sneakers. Before heading outside, she stopped by Cory’s door again. “Going to go for a run, or maybe a hike, dunno yet. Wanna come? It’s really nice outside there!”
“Are you kidding me? I told you I’m busy mom!” Cory’s voice snarled back.
The words stung Tara slightly, but she quickly gathered herself. “Alright, well have fun.” she yelled before departing.
As Tara walked outside, she breathed deeply, taking in the crisp air. The house was situated on a mountain, granting a great deal seclusion. Tara wasn’t sure if it was a placebo effect, but she was convinced that the mountain air was even more refreshing than from sea level. She pulled her shoulder-length hair into a pony tail as she walked towards the start of a series of trails her brother told her about.
Before long, she came across a quartet of signs pointing towards separate trails. “Beginner, intermediate, advanced, and dangerous.” she said to herself, noting a skull and crossbones next to the final choice. “Well, I’m not exactly fat, so intermediate should be fine.” she decided before going down that path.
After crossing the threshold of the trail’s start, Tara kicked up her speed to a light jog. It quickly dawned on her that she hadn’t engaged in physical activity like this in well over a year. The path was also far more inclined and ragged than she anticipated, making the activity even more difficult. After a few minutes, Tara realized that she was already out of breath. She slowed her pace to a brisk walk and continued onward.
The path was quite beautiful, and the tall trees dotted along it provided just enough shade to keep her cool from the beating sun. Still, the lovely view didn’t help the difficulty of the activity. Tara persevered, pushing herself to keep going “the fact that this is kicking my ass is a GOOD thing” she told herself.
Another dozen minutes passed, and Tara found her legs beginning to burn significantly. She caught glimpse of a sign indicating she was merely 25% of the way to the end of the trail – and that the trail didn’t loop back round! She quickly deduced she was only really an eighth of the way back home. Frustrated, she let out a disgruntled sigh and turned around. It took the woman another 30 agonizing minutes to return to the home.
She opened the door, utterly exhausted, and dragged herself back to the master bedroom. “That’s it.” she said to herself. “I’ve got three months in this house, and I’m going to get fit. No. Not just fit… I’m going to get into the best shape of my life!” Tara realized she was drenched in sweat, and rinsed herself off with a quick shower.
After freshening up a bit, Tara made herself a nice meal. The house’s refrigerator was fully stocked before she arrived there, and was packed with high end meats, produce and other ingredients. Deciding it’d be a light, healthy option with some protein, Tara whipped herself up a grilled chicken salad. After preparing the meal, she decided she should see if Cory was up for having dinner together.
As Tara moved closer to her son’s bedroom door, she could hear the familiar sounds of simulated gunfire and furious button mashing. She gave the door a light rap. “Honey, want to come out for dinner?”
“Do I HAVE to?” he yelled impudently.
Tara sighed. “You don’t HAVE to, but it would be nice.”
“We never eat dinner together at home, so why do we have to bother with it here?”
“Alright. Want me to just leave a meal out here for you?”
“Yeah.”
Tara sighed again, shaking her head as she usually did and returned to the kitchen. She gobbled down her salad, noting how the expensive ingredients her brother bought beforehand really did taste better than the bottom-rung brands she typically used. After finishing her own meal, Tara prepared another salad for Cory and left it by his doorstep.
‘Well, Cory may waste his summer, but not me’ Tara thought to herself, mulling over what to do next. She then recalled that her brother mentioned the basement was converted into an extremely well furnished rec-room. There was also the spacious pool in the home’s back yard as well.
After thinking the decision over for a few moments, Tara settled on checking out the basement. Embarrassingly, her choice was largely dictated by the fact that she only brought two-piece bathing suits, and didn’t want to risk the possibility of anyone seeing her slightly pudgy belly. Tara opened the door to the basement and made her way down. The room was pitch black, and after flipping on the lights, she was blown away by what was hidden in the darkness.
To call the basement a mere rec room would be deceitful. It featured everything someone could dream of – two pool tables, a stocked bar, a home theater, pinball and arcade machines, sofas, air hockey, and even a fully automated single-lane bowling alley!
Scanning the area, Tara noticed there were some closed doors as well. She moved over to one and opened it – revealing an immensely supplied gym. As she crossed the threshold, she noted how there were enough weights and machines of every variety to challenge any muscle group someone desired. There was also a large section of the ground covered in foam mats – likely for yoga and other floor exercises. On the side of the room sat a small bar with a blender on it and various drinks behind it.
An interesting machine in a corner of the room caught her eye. As she approached it, it appeared to be a body scanner of some kind. It looked like a bleeding tech device, possibly something that her brother’s company had invented. She moved over to the device’s side, and eyed a slick touch screen interface. After tapping the power button on, the machine sprung to life and a flurry of options appeared on the screen.
Tara read a few of the options and quickly deduced it was a device that scans and analyzes human bodies. She tapped the screen a few times, prompting the machine to start its basic check-up routine. The screen displayed some instructions, commanding her to stand within the scanner’s range and to hold her arms up. Tara followed the directions, and within a few moments the machine emitted a green light that traced her form. A confirmation noise piped up and Tara returned to the screen to read its output.
-Basic Check Up Results-
Height: 5′ 5.75”
Weight: 139 lbs
Bodyfat Percent: 31%
No immediate warning signs. Please run blood and marrow tests for full results.
Tara nodded her head. She was surprised that her weight had increased that much since a mere two years ago she was 127. Still, this was as good a place as any to start her fitness journey. She considered the other tests the machine offered, but figured to save those for another day.
With that out of the way, Tara decided it was time to push her body a bit further. She eyed the various machines and free weights, but decided she would avoid them for now – her body tended to bulk up fairly easily, and she just wanted a hot, toned, “milfy” look. She noted a television set by the mats on the floor and walked over towards it. There was a DVD+Blu Ray player attatched to it and a collection of fitness related discs. One in particular caught her eye – the RipMasterXtreme. It featured a muscular man and woman on its cover with their arms crossed – the muscles in their forearms bulging from the motion.
Tara booted up the disc and found the menu had various workouts for different activity levels. Feeling somewhat humiliated by her inability to even come close to finishing the intermediate trail earlier that day, she decided to start off on the beginner level. The video started up with the same people from the cover going over some basic moves. Tara followed along with the video as best as she could, but even the starter motions challenged her quite a bit. The video dug into its main course, using all of the moves to create a full routine.
Due to the past few years’ inactivity coupled with the exercise she already got earlier, Tara found the beginner’s routine to be incredibly challenging. Part of her wanted to quit halfway through, but she decided to push through the pain, only getting by on sheer willpower alone. After 25 minutes that felt like an eternity, she had finished the routine. Feeling completely drained, she turned the television off and sauntered over towards the juice bar on the side of the gym.
Walking up to the juice bar’s counter, she noticed a binder sitting next to the blender. Tara opened it up, revealing the contents to be a series of recipes for various shakes. She thumbed through it before finding one that promised to provide a blend of energizing nutrients to help build muscle and lose fat. She followed the directions to a T, and after a few moments finished the shake before gulping it down ravenously.
Exhausted, Tara made her way to the master bedroom’s bathroom, which had a full indoor spa with jacuzzi. She brought the water to a hot temperature before grabbing a remote for the nearby television. Lazily, Tara flicked the television on, turned on her favorite show on WebFlix and relaxed for the rest of the night before getting a plenty of rest.
2)
The Next Day
As Tara woke up, she found that her body was incredibly sore. Almost every muscle on her frame felt like it had been taxed farther than it should have been. “Dammit… I might have to take today off of my new fitness routine.” she muttered as she limped into the master bathroom. After brushing her teeth, she opened up the medicine cabinet, curious to see what kind of things her brother kept stocked – he was the owner of a massive pharmaceutical-medical company, so she figured he’d only have the best stuff.
There were a wide assortment of pills and supplements. Unsure of what to take, she grabbed a bottle of multi-vitamins and quickly swallowed one. As Tara put the bottle back, another caught her gaze – “Muscle Soreness Swift Recovery” she picked it up and examined the label. It had the large T-corp symbol, which indicated it was definitely manufactured by her brother’s company. The bottle claimed to help eliminate muscle soreness from exercise almost immediately, allowing people to continue pushing their bodies without risk.
The claim seemed a bit too good to be true, but if Terry kept the bottle in his own home, then perhaps it did work to some extent. She swallowed a couple of pills as instructed and put the bottle back. After some more basic hygiene, Tara realized that she was incredibly hungry. After leaving her room, she made her way over to Cory’s and stopped outside of his door. She could hear the same controller clattering and gunfire that had been going on the past couple days now.
“Still too busy?” she asked loud enough for him to hear.
“Yeah.”
“Well, let me know if you get hungry I guess.”
Tara sighed again and made her way to the kitchen where she prepared herself a big breakfast. As she scarfed the meal down, she wondered where her appetite came from and worried slightly that she might be overeating. By the time she finished her meal, the muscle-soreness pills had kicked in, and to her delight had all but eliminated the pesky DOMs that were making movement painful.
Excited to get back on track with her fitness, Tara quickly changed into an outfit similar to that of the day prior’s and headed out. After reaching the crossroad of signs, she decided to swallow her pride and follow the beginner’s course. Immediately she could tell there was a significant difference in difficulty, and the flat, open road made for a relatively easy jogging experience. Tara kept a steady pace, and while she did eventually run into the same burning in her legs from yesterday, the pain was far more manageable thanks to the course’s relatively ease. It took her close to an hour, but the 35 year old finished the track in its entirety, and found herself back at the summer home with a nice buzz of endorphins.
“I can’t believe I waited this long to take care of myself like this.” Tara said before opening the door to the home and walking in. Despite being somewhat exhausted from the jog, she felt strangely refreshed.
Tara decided to check in on her son before preparing herself a nice big lunch. As she approached his room she heard the same noises as the past few days! “Cory! It’s been like three days now!”
A loud sigh came from within the room. “Hold on bros, gimme a minute.” After another moment, the door opened and Cory emerged. He stood a fair deal taller than his mother, and had a solid build. His short brown hair was ragged and disheveled, and his grey eyes were somewhat bleary from the near-constant gaming of the past couple days.
“Cory! Are you getting enough sleep!? Who are you talking to in there!” Tara was visibly concerned at her son’s habits.
“Come on mom, you know that I play with my boys on OneStation chat. They can probably still hear you so keep it down!”
Tara rolled her eyes. “I’m worried Cory, I know it’s your summer break and all, but I don’t want you to injure yourself.”
Cory scrunched his mouth to the side. “Really mom? I made honor roll and everything. Can’t you just let a man relax?”
Tara rolled her eyes once more. This was something he had started as soon as he turned 17 – insisting on being referred to as a ‘man’. “Alright… Just promise me that you’re not going to fully squander our time here, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. It’s not like there’s a rush, we’ve got until the end of friggan August in this stupid house anyways.”
Tara was tempted to go off on her son for insulting the house, but managed to refrain. She remembered what it was like to be young, and reasoned he probably missed his friends. “Alright Cory. I’ll take your word on it.”
Before Tara could turn away, Cory interjected. “Oh, can you leave food at the door again? Preferably something… uh, tasty.”
Tara physically bit her tongue. Instead of starting a fight, she simply walked away in silence. Ever since Cory became physically larger than her, it had become increasingly difficult to set him on the right path. There were only so many effective punishments at her disposal for someone who was virtually an adult.
After reaching the kitchen, she prepared herself another large salad – this time adding even more grilled chicken to quell her surprisingly large appetite. She whipped up a quick batch of macaroni and cheese for her son. She didn’t care for the nutrition content of the meal, but he was more than welcome to make his own food, and she knew he wouldn’t complain about it. Leaving the bowl by his door, Tara decided to head back into the basement for another workout.
She quickly booted up the DVD and started the beginner program again. It was just as difficult as before, but she powered through it, forcing herself to complete the motions. After bringing herself to her physical limit, Tara trudged over to the juice bar and prepared herself a generous helping of the same shake she had yesterday.
Satisfied with her exercise for the day, Tara let herself soak in master bathroom’s jacuzzi once more and relaxed with another episode of her favorite show. About halfway through the program, something struck Tara. She was suddenly… restless. She couldn’t concentrate on the show, and instead wondered if she really had done everything she could today to improve herself. Sure, Tara was too physically spent to workout anymore, but there was this nagging feeling that there was something more productive to be done with her time.
Unable to get herself to focus on the show again, Tara quickly finished washing and dried herself off. She slipped on some comfortable clothing and trudged into the living room. “You know, I haven’t even explored the entirety of this house yet. I bet Terry has a pretty kick-ass office here.” She opened up a few rooms, most of which were guest bedrooms, until she stumbled upon the main office. It was adorned with numerous bookshelves fully stocked with all manner of texts. There was even a desk with a three monitor setup, and a large reclining chair – presumably free reading or a guest to sit in.
“I use the computer enough at home” Tara said to herself, dismissing the presumably high-end machine and gazing over the books. She noted a bookshelf full entirely of college textbooks. After a few moments passed, she dug out a book on nutrition, and began studying it.
The woman never imagined she would spend her free time studying something, but she viewed it as exercising and strengthening her mind. Hours passed before she realized how hungry and tired she had become. After eating another large meal and leaving something by Cory’s door, she stumbled into bed and slept deeply.
2.5)
The next couple of days continued in the same manner. Tara would rise a mere few hours after the sun did, took some medication for her soreness and would exercise. She soon found the exercises growing easier. On the third day, she started incorporating beginner yoga into her workout regimen, and on the fourth day, she went so far as to complete another half-session of the beginner RipMasterXtreme program in the evening. By the sixth day, she was up to two runs on the beginner trail, and two full sessions of the exercise program spaced out between morning and evening.
Tara also continued training her mind, and had studied a great deal on nutrition. She started researching which nutrients she needed for her goals. This entailed cooking meals with a higher concentration of protein, and taking daily supplements of various amino acids and specific minerals in addition to the daily multi-vitamin she was taking.
Studying the nutrition book alone was somewhat boring for Tara, so she began incorporating some other subjects that interested her. The first she added was basic psychology, and she rounded it off with history.
Despite her concerns, Tara hadn’t gotten around to confronting Cory on his habits just yet. She kept hoping he would simply grow tired of playing the same game over and over on his own accord.
3.)
One Week After Chapter 1
As the first rays of light shone on Tara’s face a little after 5 AM, she woke from her slumber. The combination of exercise, healthy eating and strategic implementation of amino acids had granted Tara extremely restful nights of sleep. She woke up feeling more energized than she ever had in her entire life – even as a teenager she hadn’t felt this alive. The 35 year old didn’t feel sore anymore, and was glad that she wouldn’t have to rely on painkillers to get through her workouts today.
She stripped naked and examined herself in the mirror. In a mere week of her new lifestyle, Tara could visibly see changes in herself. The small pouch of fat that had begun to collect at her midsection was shrinking, and all around she looked tighter, with the beginning hints of muscles peaking here and there. Her collarbone poked out further, and there was a small amount of muscle definition in her upper arms. Even her breasts seemed to have reverted their sagging a bit.
That was, until her gaze met her bottom half. “Holy shit…” she uttered as she observed her legs. Her lower body had improved significantly. “I’m getting jacked down here!” she squealed, tensing her thighs and causing her quadriceps to pop out – there was even a solid separation between the slab of muscle. She turned around and looked over her shoulder – small heart shaped calves jut out effortlessly, and a pair of defined hamstrings began to make themselves apparent. Then there was her butt – which had transformed as well. It was rounder, tighter, larger and perked up on its own accord. With a giggle, Tara bounced each cheek individually, reveling in how easily it reacted on command.
“And to think I caught Cory’s friends staring at the old me…” She said with another giggle, imagining how awkward it would be for her son to have his friends practically drooling over her now.
After taking her daily supplements and freshening up, Tara glanced at her clothing. She held up a very small pair of athletic booty shorts that she hadn’t dare wear in years. With a confident smirk, she put them on and continued marveling at her legs in the mirror. She couldn’t imagine covering those things up again. After a bit of self-indulgence, she looked over at the sleeveless belly-shirt she tried on day one. “Not quite yet.” she said before grabbing another tank-top and tossing it on.
Tara prepared herself another large breakfast and after eating it quickly started heading out for her morning jog. She didn’t bother leaving anything by Cory’s door, since she was positive he was still fast asleep. Tara approached the trail crossroads again, mulling her options over. The beginner track was starting to become, well, quite easy. She recalled the nightmare of her first attempt at the intermediate trail. “Screw it. These legs are totally different than the ones I had last week.” she said before psyching herself up and heading down the path that had vanquished her before.
As she started down the intermediate trail, Tara noticed how much easier it seemed and felt a surge of confidence well from within. Her now-powerful legs propelled her at a faster rate than she could muster a week ago, and she wasn’t growing tired. After a few minutes, she passed the marker that she had to quit at last time and felt her confidence growing even higher. She kept going, invigorated by her small victory. Before long, Tara had reached the halfway point of the trail – which was essentially the quarter mark since the trail didn’t loop around. The familiar burning sensation began to return in her bottom half, but the woman refused to give in.
Tara kept going, and started imagining the burning sensation as simply stimulus for her legs to become even stronger. This connection became clearer as Tara had experienced a taste of what her work could bring her, and she wanted more. She kept moving, and eventually reached the end of the trail – which was a dead end. Taking a moment to rest, she started doing some of the yoga poses she had been practicing. Even those had become easier than when she started them, giving Tara even more confidence.
After catching her breath, she started the trek home. It was a somewhat painful journey, but she knew it would be more than worth it in the long run. She started using some mind tricks to take her thoughts off of the burning sensation and focused on her end goals. Then she started to wonder, what were her goals anyway? Sure, she was fitter than she had ever been in a mere week, but what did she actually want to accomplish? How strong did she want to get? If her legs looked this hot with more muscle on them, maybe her upper body would look better as well… What exactly did she want to study, and why?
The answer to her question continued to elude her, and thanks to the distraction Tara arrived home before she knew it. As Tara stood outside of the house, she felt an overwhelming mixture of emotion. While it was a relatively minor accomplishment in the grand scene of things, Tara couldn’t believe how a mere week had changed her life already. She looked down at her legs, which were now fully pumped up from the effort and were practically bulging with powerful, feminine muscle. “If this is what I can become in a week… I can’t wait to see me by the end of summer!”
Surging with self confidence, Tara burst through the front door and marched straight to Cory’s door. Today was the day she would put her foot down! As Tara neared the room, she could hear the same sounds that were emanating from it all week. Loudly, and with purpose, Tara banged on the door. “Cory! It’s time we had a chat.” she said sternly.
“Are you fucking kidding me” Cory uttered. The teen likely thought Tara couldn’t hear him, but she did. He tossed his headset and controller aside before opening up the door. “What?!”
At that moment, Tara was reminded that her son stood a little over half a foot taller than her, and had been weight training at during gym class for the past couple of semesters. While he hadn’t taken the activity very seriously, his youth granted him some respectable gains from the efforts. Still, Tara knew she had to do something or else Cory could hurt himself from his binging.
She put her hands on her hips and gathered her courage. “It’s time to turn the games off and experience this house your uncle so graciously let us use.”
Cory sneered. “Why?”
Tara blinked. “Because I said to!”
“So?”
“And I’m your mother!” she reasoned.
“Who cares? What’re you going to do, spank me?” he laughed haughtily. “Gonna drag me outside and force me to walk on some dumb nature trail?”
“No… Ugh. Cory! Come on dear, can’t you see the benefits of experiencing life? I mean check out my legs!” it was a somewhat weird thing to bring up, but Tara flexed her quadriceps, causing the muscles to jut out.
Cory scrunched his face to the side. “I’ve already got muscles.” he said before rolling the sleeve up on his t-shirt and flexing his arm. A decently sized bicep popped up.
Tara tried to think of an angle to get him to see things differently. “Aren’t you afraid your old mom is going to get buffer than you? I mean check out my progress from one week!”
The teen shrugged. “So what, you got some newbie gains in your legs. I saw girls at my high school get that after a few sessions of squatting. Not like you’re ever going to get actual muscles” Cory reached over and squeezed his mother’s arm – it easily melded to his touch. Tara was audibly hurt from the motion. “Sorry, just proving a point.” he said before letting go.
“Oh yeah!?” Tara was outraged. “Who’s to say I won’t start bodybuilding this summer!?”
Cory let out a snicker-sigh. “I’ve seen tons of girls try to get buff. Takes them months to pack on any upper body at all, and even then it slows down and they can’t even catch up to me, let alone someone actually jacked. And these are fit girls in their prime, not, well, you know… Older.”
Tara couldn’t believe the words she was hearing. How could he be so callous. “Well if you sit around all summer like this you’re going to get fat!”
Cory shook his head. “Even if I did gain a couple pounds, I can just lose it real quick once school starts. Face it mom, guys will always be the stronger, better gender.”
“BETTER!?” Tara felt like she was going to see red.
“Yeah, I mean, we’re undoubtedly stronger and I’d argue smarter too. I mean, I’m less than half your age and I’m already stronger AND smarter than you.”
Tara was now actually seeing red. “I bet that by the end of the summer I’ll make you look like a weak slob!” she couldn’t believe she would actually say something like that to her son, but this was ridiculous.
Cory started laughing again. “Tell you what. You can train for… what, six weeks? And I’ll continue sitting here playing games, and even after that I’ll still be stronger than you.”
Tara swallowed. This was her chance. “Fine! How about we have a race after six weeks?”
Cory shrugged. “I don’t care about being fast.”
“Alright… then how about a best two out of three. Physical activities. Winner takes all. You can even choose the other two activities. Physical ones, so no video games.”
Cory snickered. “So… how about weight-lifting and arm-wrestling?” He knew there was no way he could lose those two.
Tara mulled over for a minute. “Alright. We’ll do that.”
“Wait… what’s the point of this anyways?”
“We’ll have a wager. If… If you win, then I won’t talk to you again unless you want me to. Hell, you can call yourself the ‘man’ of the household and do whatever you want this summer.”
“Sweet. And if you win?”
“If I win…” Tara started, wondering how to word it. “Then you’ll have to do whatever I say for the remainder of the summer, until school starts again.”
“And how would you possibly enforce that?” Cory asked with a smug expression on his face.
“Well, in that case, I’d be stronger than you, right? Shouldn’t be too hard to coerce you since that’s all you seem to care about.”
Cory raised an eyebrow before laughing. “Alright, that’s a good point. Fine. Let’s do it. In six weeks from today we’ll race, arm-wrestle and weight-lift. I won’t even bother training at all.”
“And if I win you’ll admit that men are NOT superior to women!”
“Sure whatever. Do we have a deal?”
Tara reached her hand out. “Deal.”
Cory shook it, feeling utter disbelief that his mother was so desperate to make a fool of herself. “Deal. Say can you make me some more macaroni and cheese?”
She rolled her eyes. “Sure.” she said before sternly walking off.
Tara had found the answer to her question. She had a goal.
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