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Mother Knows Best Rebirth Chapter 4 PREVIEW
By MagnusMagneto
((Hello everyone, this is a preview for my upcoming Patreon story: Mother Knows Best Rebirth Chapter 4. While this is only the first 25-30% of the story, I feel that it actually makes for a really fun stand alone tale. In my opinion it works very well as a vertical slice of content. As such, even if you cannot afford, or don’t want to, support me via Patreon to read the full thing, I hope you still take the time to read and enjoy this piece!
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(Recap:
This story features Tara, 35 year old single mother and her son Cory, 17 years old. They are spending the summer together at a vacation home belonging to Tara’s brother. For the first few weeks, Cory plays the latest video games in his room nonstop while Tara lounges around watching shallow television programs. Eventually, Tara decides that she wants to spend her time away from work improving herself. She tries to get Cory to join in, but he reneges her offers, going so far as to insult and humiliate his mother. Frustrated, Tara challenges her son to a have a physical contest after a set period of time for training – the winner of which would become the undisputed leader of the household for the summer. During this time, Tara pushed her body as far as she could, and experienced results bordering on supernatural.
During their contest, Tara completely dominated Cory in every category. Despite their former agreement, Cory still remained disobedient, prompting Tara to come up with creative ways to discipline him. Instead of resorting to anything physical, she simply used the threat of ramping up her self improvement even further to frighten him. During this time, Tara also found out that her brother, Terry, will be visiting with his family in a few weeks. Driven by a combination of the desire to ‘discipline’ Cory and show off to her brother, Tara pushes herself even further to become the best possible version of herself.
As of the end of Chapter 3, Tara’s hands-off ‘discipline’ has finally begun to work. Cory has started to perform his tasks without need for reminder, and has even begun to show glimmers of respect for his mother. Despite this, there is still work to be done. With one week remaining until Terry visits, Tara is determined to prove to her brother that women are not the inferior sex.)
1.) The morning after Chapter 3 – 12 Days Until Terry’s Visit
As the sun’s rays hit Cory’s face, his body naturally woke up. There was no alarm forcing him to rise, nor was his mother’s powerful voice coercing him to. He felt rejuvenated and… good. The teenager hated to admit it, but regulating his sleep cycle, eating better food, and moving his body while performing various household chores was improving his quality of life.
Cory shuffled into the bathroom where he took the time to wash his face and brush his teeth. He wasn’t entirely sure why he bothered with this. In truth, unbeknown to Cory, this drive stemmed from his constantly self-improving mother slowly rubbing off on him. Seeing the results of Tara’s positive lifestyle had subconsciously inspired him to begin taking small steps of his own on that same path.
After freshening up, Cory made his way into the living room. He quickly noticed that Tara had made a number of changes to the space. Primarily she brought up a number of exercise implements: yoga mats, pull up bars, a small assortment of free weights, body weights some other assorted equipment.
Cory’s attention was next drawn to something he was not expecting to see: his mother performing a hand-stand in the middle of the living room floor. “Uhh.. Mom, what’re you doing?” Cory asked, clearly bewildered at the sight in front of him.
His confusion was justified. Tara was frozen in place. A pair of hefty looking ankle weights adorned her feet. Further inspection would reveal that they were 40 pounds each. Tara was held perfectly still by the strength of her brawny arms alone. The 35 year old woman was adorned in her now typical workout wear: a sports bra and outrageously skimpy athletic shorts.
“Just hanging out.” Tara explained. With slow controlled motions she moved her legs forward and backward, causing her midsection to bulge out forward from the effort. “Come here.” Tara ordered. Despite being upside down, her voice was still loud and commanding, effortlessly filling up the space of the large room.
Cory slowly made his way towards the feminine pillar of muscle. As he approached he began to take in the full extent of his mother’s muscularity. Her legs were a pair of trunk-like slabs of power, fully detailed with thick pulsing ridges of definition. There was a wide separation between her tear-drop quadriceps and the rest of the leg. Cory turned his gaze downward and was greeted by the sight of Tara’s wide upper body effortlessly supporting her. His mother’s face had turned slightly red from blood rushing to her brain.
“Push me.” Tara said.
“Mom.. What?”
“Do it. Give me a shove. Knock me over!” Tara challenged.
Cory hesitated for a moment but decided that if it’s what she wanted there was no harm in obliging. He gave a half-hearted push. To his surprise, his mother hadn’t budged whatsoever.
“Come on Cory, give me a real shove!” Tara yelled out.
Cory gathered himself before pushing against his mother with greater force than his prior attempt. It felt like smashing against a rock covered with velvet skin. Tara budged slightly, but she remained firm.
“Can’t knock your old mom over?” She asked with a laugh.
Cory scowled before readying himself and slamming in to Tara’s upside down body. It actually hurt his shoulder a bit to smash into the densely packed brawn. Tara wavered slightly, but still refused to fall down. Frustrated, Cory let out a growl before grabbing onto his mother’s torso and pushing with all of his might. The teen was amazed by how ridiculously hard and dense the muscles comprising Tara’s midsection were. Tara began to lose ground and had to focus, willing her arms to remain supplanted. Despite her efforts, Cory eventually won out and Tara tumbled backward onto her hands before standing at her full height – eye level with her son.
Looking at his mother in the eye while they were both barefoot was a sensation that Cory still hadn’t acclimated to. Then again, his mother possessing more than 50 pounds of muscle over him was also something he hadn’t grown accustomed to. “I’d consider that cheating, but I guess you still got me regardless.” Tara said with a wink. “Alright, well it’s time for my second weight lifting session of the morning. How about you cook us up a really big breakfast that we can enjoy together?”
“Uh.. Alright.” Cory nodded. He shuffled towards the kitchen while his mother headed for the basement.
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Half an hour later, Tara and Cory were eating an assortment of eggs, bacon and other breakfast foods. Cory couldn’t help but occasionally stare for brief periods of time as Tara shoveled mouthful after mouthful of calorie dense food into her mouth. She ate as if it were her duty; as if neglecting to eat every last morsel in a timely manner would be some kind of crime. He watched as Tara’s thick limbs bunched up each time she brought another mouthful to her lips. Cory wasn’t positive, but she looked even larger than even a mere half hour ago.
“So…” Cory started. “Uhh… just how strong are you now?”
“Well I finally cleared 500 pounds on my bench press.” Tara stated casually before taking a long gulp out of a glass of milk mixed with the protein powder she had synthesized the evening prior.
Cory was so surprised by the news that the food in his mouth got caught in his throat until he swallowed some water. “Are you kidding me?”
Tara smirked. “Do you think I’d lie about that? To be honest, after this shake I’ll probably be able to go heavier.” She took another long sip for emphasis.
The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. After they finished, Tara made a proposition: “Would you like to join me on my morning run?”
Cory pondered the offer for a moment. It was strange, he actually kind of wanted to go. Seeing his mother transform her body like this was slowly nagging away at him to improve himself. “I think I would just slow you down to be honest.” He admitted.
“Truthfully, if we were going entirely for speed, then yeah, you would slow me down. That said, I have enough equipment to challenge me a good deal, and can utilize some techniques that focus on working my body instead of just moving quickly.” Tara explained.
Cory moved his head to and fro as he continued to consider the possibility of going for a run with his mother.
Sensing his indecisiveness, Tara added further reassurance “Come on, I promise you won’t be holding me back, and I’ll try to not make you look too wimpy.” She grinned with a playful wink.
“Alright.” Cory conceded.
It was settled.
1.5)
The summer sun was fairly oppressive for Cory as he hadn’t been outside much the past few months. The teen also wasn’t quite prepared for the sight of his mother in her “running equipment”. She had a pair of ridiculously heavy looking ankle and wrist weights, a sizable backpack strapped to her upper half, and the oxygen training mask he recalled seeing a long time ago. They ran on the beginner trail as Cory had very few remaining delusions of self-pride after the events of the past few weeks. Tara made strange movements similar to running in place, bringing her knees up extremely high. This allowed them to keep pace together while accommodating Cory’s relatively slow speed.
They eventually reached the end of the trail, signifying the half-way mark of the run. It was a nice little spot with a scenic overlook and some large trees. Cory came to an abrupt halt, heavily panting. He was surprised how difficult this ‘beginner’ trail was. Tara also came to a stop. Despite wearing a mask restricting her oxygen significantly, while wearing 25 pound wrist weights and 40 pound ankle weights, Tara was barely even phased from the effort. She took her mask off and tossed it aside before retrieving a water bottle from her backpack and handing it to Cory.
Silently he reached over and grabbed it. “Thanks.” He muttered, still breathing heavily.
The teen drank deeply from the bottle, relishing in the sensation of the cool liquid splashing on his tongue. While Cory rested, Tara tossed her backpack aside and grabbed onto a large tree branch nearby. With her body weights still attached, the muscular woman proceeded to perform windshield wiper style pull ups, allowing her to utilize a full range of motion moving from left to right in between repetitions. She also included various leg raises to target her core further. Cory watched in awe as he watched his mother crank out repetition after repetition. She was like a machine, perfectly executing the difficult exercise with little to no imperfections.
After a dizzying number of pull ups, Tara finally dropped to her feet. She retrieved a metallic water bottle from her backpack that was full of the milk and synthesized protein. As she drank from it, she could immediately feel her body growing stronger from its nourishment in response to the torture she had recently put it through. The sensation was immensely pleasurable, and Tara had to stop her mind from drifting off to fantasies of becoming even more powerful. Tara would have shared the shake with Cory to help him recover faster, but she was unsure if he would like the taste, and more importantly – if his body could handle the unique blend she had concocted. At any rate, the last thing she wanted to do was potentially make Cory ill halfway through a run that had clearly taken a toll on him. She was very well aware of how exhausted Cory was, and they still had to make the return trip.
“Don’t misinterpret this suggestion, but if you took your shirt off you’d probably feel a lot better. The sun’s pretty harsh today. Plus, it’s nice to soak in some vitamin D.” Tara stretched her arms upward, causing the thick sinews of muscle coating her lats and underarms to ripple. “Just don’t get sun burnt.”
Cory shuffled around a bit, nervously glancing around before finally conceding and taking his oversized t-shirt off. He had to admit that he felt an instant relief from a gentle breeze of cool air brushing against his skin. It was still hot outside, but an improvement nonetheless.
While Cory found some relief from the sun’s oppression, he was now faced with another dilemma: an inevitable comparison with his mother.
Despite standing the same height, the difference in Cory and Tara’s bodies was staggering. With his shirt off, for the first time he was faced with a direct comparison of his torso with his mother’s. Cory’s midsection was fairly flat and possessed a sequence of lightly toned abs, slightly less impressive than those he bore at the beginning of the summer. Tara’s on the other hand was a dominating, powerful washboard of strength.
Cory couldn’t help but stare at how intricately detailed Tara’s obliques, serratus and Adonis belt were in comparison to his fairly formless torso.
“You okay Cory?” Tara asked.
Cory shook himself back to reality. “Yeah.”
“You seem kind of… dazed about something.”
Cory blinked a couple of times. “It’s uh…” he blushed a bit. “Well, don’t take it the wrong way, it’s just, your abs.”
“What’s so surprising? They’ve been fully visible for a while now.” Tara said, referring to her abs.
“Yes but…” Cory looked down at his own exposed upper body and back to his mother’s. Even his chest, bearing a pair of toned and moderately sized pecs looked weak compared to Tara’s. The older woman’s chest had wider, thicker slabs of muscle than his, with a deeper separation in the middle, and a series of detailed ridges indicating their superior development. Of course, Tara also possessed a pair of sizable breasts, but Cory wasn’t particularly concerned with such things since this was his mother.
“Cory…” Tara started, a hint of concern entering her voice. “You shouldn’t try to compare yourself to me or to anyone else. You should just try to be the best version of yourself.”
Cory dwelled on his mother’s advice for a few moments before responding. “I guess you’re right.”
Tara could tell that there was still something bothering her son. “So, anything else?”
“Well… I don’t want you to get weirded out, but could you like… flex them? Your abs?”
“Oh?” Tara cocked an eyebrow. “You WANT me to pump them up?”
Cory shrugged. “Yeah.”
Tara smirked. She stretched her torso upward before internally clenching her abdominals while externally crunching downward, causing an explosion cobblestoned muscles to burst forward. She repeated this process a few times, forcing the muscles to grow slightly more engorged than their prior form. After five repetitions they reached their most pumped state. Cory continued to stare at the process.
“Do you want to touch them?” Tara offered.
Cory gulped before reaching over and placing his hand on top one of the individual bricks of muscle. He ran his fingers in between each ridge, finding himself blown away at just how deep they were. After lingering for a moment he retracted his hand. On a whim, he positioned himself closer to his mother’s side and crunched down his own midsection for a comparison. There was no competition at all: Tara looked like a statue of a goddess next to a mere human teenager. What really blew Cory away was how the separate muscles on Tara’s abdomen jutted outward so much further than his, and how many more visible ridges she had. On top of this, the sides of her torso concaved further in than his, as she still possessed a slightly slimmer waist, despite holding far more muscle.
“Can you, uh, flex you arms?” Cory asked.
Tara cocked an eyebrow before raising her arms, causing her lats to flare out again and performing a classic double-bicep pose. She pumped the cantaloupe sized arms multiple times, causing them to rise slightly higher with each repetition before finally reaching their full height. Cory proceeded to imitate the pose by flexing is own arms. Again, the difference was night and day. While Cory held some decent muscle tone, he looked emaciated next to the kingdom of power that was his mother. Tara’s biceps were larger, fuller, more sharply defined, far more highly peaked, and even possessed longer ‘bellies’ than Cory’s. Running across Tara’s mighty arms were a select few visible, intimidating, veins of deep blue color that fed her muscles with the necessities they needed to function and grow. Cory on the other hand possessed no such muscularity.
“And, uh, the triceps?” Cory asked.
This time mother and son flexed in unison. Cory produced a moderately sized masculine bump; while Tara created a huge, throbbing horseshoe of vigor. A myriad of intricate striations adorned the broad U of Tara’s tricep, indicating the low body fat she possessed and supreme muscle maturity of her limb. Cory’s bump, meanwhile, was mostly smooth, lacking the shape and detail of his mother’s. Worse yet, moment by moment, Tara’s muscle seemed to grow further engorged, expanding as it reveled in the pressure applied to it and the scenario at hand. At the same time, Cory’s corresponding tricep was starting to shake and quiver, looking weaker and less impressive in direct correlation to his mother’s. On a metaphysical level, power was flowing to and from Tara in all directions. In this corner of the world, in this moment, she was supremely dominant.
“I… I think the muscle parts of your arms are like more than double the size of mine.” Corry murmured in a near-trance before finally untensing his body and taking a step away from his mother.
His blush deepened. Tara worried that perhaps she had grown too alluring. Cory’s behavior was highly uncharacteristic. “You aren’t uh… well, you know? Like… enjoying this or something, right?” she asked with a concerned tone.
Cory immediately shook his head. “What? No!” He yelled out. “I’d never want to date a chick that’s all buff and shit!” he was extremely animated and gesticulated wildly. “Uh, no offense.” He quickly added.
“Really?” Tara asked. “If there was a girl your age with a body like this you’d turn her down?”
Cory’s face flushed red. “I… I don’t know! You’re my mom! I’m not going to think about stuff like that! Come on!”
Tara laughed a little. “Alright, calm down. So what’s this about? Getting me to flex and stuff?”
Cory shrugged. “I dunno. It’s just kind of cool I guess. After getting past being scared shitless that my mom’s muscles are like twice as big as mine that is. I’ve never really seen muscles like that before. Not in real life anyway.”
“And stronger per inch than yours.” Tara playfully added with a wink.
“Yeah, whatever. It’s just…” Cory struggled for a bit to find the words. “Well, not to be mean, but I never really had a strong parent, you know? Like a physically strong one.”
“Oh.” That’s when it hit Tara. For all the knowledge she had acquired the past few weeks, despite the hours spent pouring over books of psychology, she hadn’t even considered this. Cory never had a father in his life. Or more precisely, a strong, dominant individual in both body and mind. Tara had always been a relatively weak pushover both physically and mentally. Her powerful mind surged as she considered the implications Cory’s intentional comparison with her had. She quickly posited that he was, on a subconscious level, employing a primal test to see if Tara deserved to the be the alpha of their small tribe. She further theorized that he likely was unsure of why he felt compelled to do such a thing, especially since it was so unfavorable on his end, but deep down he wanted to make sure that she truly was the powerful parental leader he had desired all of his life. Tara knew that she could use this position to many different ends. She decided that she would take up the helm and become as strong a parent as possible for her son. After all, it was the least she could do now that he was already almost an adult.
“Well, you do now.” Tara responded with a smile, referring to Cory’s prior question.
“I hope that didn’t, uh, come off the wrong way. I’m not trying to say you’re a man or anything.”
Tara laughed warmly. “Nah, I get it. Plus I know very well that I’m a woman through and through, even if I can bench press 500 pounds.” She winked. “Well, now that I’m physically qualified in your book to be a father figure in addition to my motherly duties, we should make up for lost time, eh?”
“What do you mean?” Cory responded.
“Maybe, we should start doing some manly things.” She giggled in a particularly high pitch – perhaps to remind Cory that this was still the same woman he knew for the entirety of his life.
“Like what?”
“You wanna punch them?” Tara asked.
“What?” Cory didn’t follow along.
“My abs. Go on. Give them a hit. Like a punching bag. Like that time you punched them after our competition.” She formed a fist and clanged it against her midsection, causing an earthy, hollow sound to ring out. “Just don’t hurt your hands again, okay?” she added kindly.
Cory hesitated for a moment before collecting himself and taking up his mother’s offer. He began punching as hard as he could without hurting his knuckles. The blows glanced off of Tara’s indomitable midsection as if they were nothing. Cory let out all of his frustrations as he continued unleashing strike after strike, each attack causing a fleshy thudding sound.
“Keep going.” Tara encouraged. “Let it all out. You can’t hurt me. I’m your shield now.”
The words worked and Cory vented further. Her statement didn’t demean or belittle Cory; instead, it emboldened him. While Cory’s mind was muddled with years of preconceived notions; in that moment he truly respected his mother and viewed her as a bulwark of stability in his life. For that brief period of time he actually wanted Tara to become even stronger. He wanted her to become the most powerful person alive because she was his mother and he loved her.
Unfortunately, that moment of clarity eventually came to pass. Cory’s arms tired and he felt thoroughly relieved of his burdens for the time being.
“Alright. Thanks.” He said, panting a bit before grabbing the water bottle and taking a swig from it.
“Ready to start heading back?” Tara asked, equipping her backpack and readying her oxygen training mask.
“Yeah.” Cory nodded.
“By the way, I’m going to have another weight lifting session once we get back. Want to join? I can teach you how to actually train.” Tara winked.
“Another session!? Didn’t you already have two? I don’t think it’s even noon yet!”
The older woman smirked. “Well someone’s gotta stay strong enough to be your punching bag. So whaddya say?”
“I’ll… I’ll consider it.”
And with that mother and son headed home.
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