My Mother Just Got Paroled From Prison!-4

When Gail Foster entered the private hospital room that they had used to give her mother the; "Atomic Achieve 3000" experimental serum treatment in, Gail Foster saw a beautiful younger extremely huge, thickly hyper shredded, muscular woman with long shoulder length auburn red hair posing and flexing in a full length mirror while she admired her new younger, more curvy engorged muscular female physique. "Oh Gail it's about time you've come to see your mother. After all I only had a major heart attack last night." Norma Peterson said casually as she noticed her short squat very over weight daughter, who carried most of her extra body weight in her flabby protruding fat pot belly, hips, and sagging fat rear end in the mirror's reflection. "Hello mom." Gail Foster replied; "How are you feeling after the experimental serum treatment?" "Like a million dollars Gail and I even look fifty years younger. Now no one is ever going to believe me when I tell them that my real birth date is July 1ST, 1935 because I now look like a 29 year old, smoking hot, professional female body builder, and I can't wait to start cruising the lesbian bars again. With this younger smoking hot muscular female body I bet I could have sex with every young woman I meet and try to pick up." Norma Peterson said happily as she turned around to look at her daughter while she held her two fist on her now two extremely thick, hyper shredded muscular hips. "Mom you could make plans to cruise all the lesbian bars later to get laid but right now we need to discuss the real reason why I had them use the Atomic Achieve 3000 experimental serum on you." Gail said taking charge of their conversation.........."Okay Gail why did you have them use your own mother as a test case for this experimental serum?" Norma asked as she arched her two auburn red eye brows while she looked at her daughter very seriously. "Well mom your neighbor Betty-Jo Manson was the same woman 11 years ago who I believe sold the crack cocaine to your grandson Timmy that he had over dosed on when he had died." "That white trash muscular bitch!" Norma Peterson said in anger as she flexed her hugely ripped muscular upper body into such an awesome crab pose that would have even put my mother's hugely ripped, very deeply tanned, thickly hyper shredded muscular physique to shame. Norma Peterson's newly hugely ripped, thickly hyper shredded body was at least several times larger then my mother's was, and Norma Peterson was now at least already ten times stronger then my mother was as well! "But last night I think Betty-Jo tried to kill you even though it might have been accidental." Gail Foster continued. "What makes you think that Gail?" Norma Peterson said as her anger continued to slowly grow. "Well mom it all depends on one bit of information." Gail Foster replied; "Last night around 10:05 pm there was a 911 emergency call from your kitchen house phone in your trailer and the female caller who claimed to be you said she was having a heart attack. But when the police and the paramedics found you passed out in your living room on your recliner after your pacemaker exploded in your chest which caused you to have a major heart attack, I just can't figure out mom how you still had the strength to get out of your recliner and walked all the way to your kitchen to make the 911 emergency call, then walk back to your living room where you had collapsed in your recliner where they had finally found you. I seriously think that someone else, who I possibly think was Betty-Jo Manson, was in your trailer that night and Betty-Jo Manson had made that 911 emergency phone call saying she was you, when your pacemaker exploded in your chest causing you to have a major heart attack. And knowing you mom how you've always been so physically attracted to younger stronger athletic muscular women, Betty-Jo Manson could be the only logical choice, since she's the only female body builder in your neighborhood." Then Gail Foster looked directly into her mother's eyes with a very serious look on her face as she asked her; "Mom were you with Betty-Jo Manson last night when you pacemaker blew up?"..................."Well Gail." Norma Peterson paused now feeling very embarrassed that her daughter was smart enough to figure out what had happened last night; "Even at my age with my weak heart I still have the urge to have sex with a woman. Since your aunt Doris, my lesbian life partner passed away last year, and I really miss your aunt Doris stocky, thick muscular body, I've been really lonely. But a week ago when I first saw that sexy young 39 year old hugely ripped, very deeply tanned, thickly hyper shredded muscular, smoking hot brunette move into the trailer across the street, I fell head over heels in love at first sight!" Norma Peterson said happily as she now smiled sheepishly at her daughter; "So I went across the street and introduced myself to Betty-Jo.  After learning that she had just got paroled from an all women's prison and that she didn't have much money, I quickly started hiring Betty-Jo to do odd jobs around my trailer for me which I paid her for, INCLUDING HAVING SEX WITH ME!" "So mom Betty-Jo Manson was with you last night when your pacemaker exploded in your chest causing you to have a major heart attack?" "Yes she was Gail." Norma Peterson now said in a excitedly happy tone while having a very large smile on her face; "Betty-Jo was in the middle of going down on me sexually and giving me the best wild 69 lick and suck that I have ever had in my entire fucking life when my pacemaker blew up!"..................Now that Gail Foster had all the information she needed, she said; "OK mom I now have enough information to set my revenge plot on Betty-Jo Manson for killing my son Timmy, by selling him crack cocaine ten years ago, and attempting to kill my own mother." "What's your revenge plot Gail?" Norma Peterson asked in a very serious tone, now thinking of getting even with Betty-Jo Manson as well. "Well mom you've my revenge plot." Gail Foster replied in a mean, very forcibly wickedly tone; "STEP ONE: Was to save your life while we transformed your old flabby, sick feeble 79 year old female body with the atomic achieve 3000 serum into one of a very powerfully strong muscular amazon! STEP TWO: I've hired the best Olympic weight lifting personal trainer, the best Tae Kwon Do personal trainer, and the best boxing personal trainer in the country, who will be training you hard in private for the next four weeks straight, to turn you into one very deadly lethal, inhumanly powerfully strong, human killing machine! STEP THREE: Then I'm going to turn my now very deadly lethal, inhumanly powerfully strong, human killing machine mother on Betty-Jo Manson, so you could physically destroy her for killing my son Timmy after selling him drugs, and attempting to kill you as well!" "Sounds like a great revenge plan and I'm in Gail! When do we start?" Norma Peterson asked. "Right now mom." Gail Foster replied; "I already had the doctor sign your discharge papers from the hospital and we've leaving right now so I could take you to meet your three personal trainers at the Cast Iron Bitch Gym, which is an all women's gym where serious muscle women workout at. Now mom come on get ready we need to get you out of the hospital and to the gym right away! You have a very tight schedule to follow these next four weeks before you could physically destroy Betty-Jo Manson!" After Norma Peterson borrowed a triple X hospital gown to wear, which barely covered the private parts of her extremely huge, thickly hyper shredded, now younger muscular physique, Norma Peterson was now ready to leave the hospital with her daughter and after they both got into Gail Foster's Jeep Liberty, Gail drove her mother right to the Cast Iron Bitch Gym so Norma Peterson could meet her three trainers and start her four week program on becoming a very deadly, inhumanly powerfully strong, human killing machine!.................The next morning as I was riding my mother like a horse back up the path in the woods that led to her trailer from her grueling 20 mile run which now became part of her daily workout program, 20 feet from my mother's back deck she stopped and before I could whip her again while commanding her to run, my mother put her right index finger to her mouth and whispered; "SHH be quiet! Master David and please climb down off my back." "Why Betty-Jo?" I asked as I whispered back while climbing off my mother's huge thickly, hyper shredded, very deeply tanned, muscular back. Still whispering my mother asked me while I now stood right next to her; "See that woman standing on my back deck master David?" I looked through the branches of the trees in front of us, and I saw a short squat, very over weight woman with short cully red hair, who was carrying most of her extra weight in her flabby protruding fat pot belly, hips, and sagging ass, standing on my mother's back deck holding a black briefcase. "Who is she Betty-Jo?" I asked still whispering. "That's Gail Foster my parole officer. I almost forgot that today was Tuesday, and every Tuesday she comes to my trailer for my weekly parole visit. Now take my hand and walk with me back to my trailer so Gail Foster doesn't suspect anything funny between us, and PLEASE master David watch what you say in front of her, okay?" "OK Betty-Jo." I replied as I took my mother's hand and walked out of the woods with her................."As soon as Gail Foster saw us she happily greeted us with large smile on her face; "Hello Betty-Jo how have you been? Are you ready for your weekly parole visit with me?" Hello Ms. Foster I'm fine thank you for asking, how are you?" "Just peachy!" Gail Foster replied, then she turned to me and asked; "And who is this very handsome young man?" "This is my son David Manson and he came to stay with me for awhile till I get back on my feet." "How do you do David? It's so nice to meet you." Gail Foster said as she shook hands with me, then she said; "Please excuse us ladies for awhile. We need some private time for our little weekly parole meeting." Then Gail Foster escorted my mother into her trailer, and then to the bathroom where Gail Foster locked the door behind them..................Once they were locked in my mother's bathroom, Gail Foster put the lid down on the toilet seat and asked my mother to sit down. After my mother sat down her parole officer asked her to take off her light pink bra and lift up her monstrously muscular left tit. As my mother did what she was asked to do, Gail Foster took out a palm held heart monitor lie detector what had a wire coming out of it with a sticky sensor at the end. After her parole office placed the sticky sensor over my mother's heart and turned on the heart monitor lie detector, Gail Foster then asked my mother a few causal questions that she'd answer correctly, just to read my mother's normal heart rate. After Gail Foster was sure she could read my mother's heart rate to tell if my mother was telling the truth or not, then her parole officer continued their causal conversation; "I saw on the police records two nights ago that your elderly neighbor Norma Peterson had a massive heart attack." "Yes she did." My mother answered, and her heart rate seemed normal like she was telling the truth. "So where were you the night your elderly neighbor Norma Peterson had her massive heart attack Betty-Jo?" Her parole officer asked. "That was the same day my son David came to visit and move in with me." My mother replied; "When the police and the paramedics showed up across the street David and I were in my living room watching television." Now my mother's heart rate was speeding up as she was starting to get a little nervous as beads of sweat started forming on my mother's forehead, while she wondered why her parole officer was questioning her about Norma Peterson's heart attack!................Gail Foster knew my mother was lying so she decided to turn up the heat a little more to try to entrap her by saying; "You know what I couldn't understand about the police report on Norma Peterson's 911 emergency call two nights ago?" No what Ms. Foster." My mother replied as she was starting to get even more nervous while she was sweating even more. "I can't understand how if Norma Peterson's pacemaker blew up in her chest which caused her to collapsed in her recliner that was located in her living room." Gail Foster paused watching the palm heart monitor as my extremely nervous mother's heart rate was beating very fast now;  "How she could get up and walk all the way to her kitchen to call 911, then walk all the way back to her recliner in the living room where they found her passed out." "Norma Peterson must have been a strong old lady." Was all my mother replied as she started wiping the heavy sweat from her face with her hugely ripped, very deeply tanned, thickly hyper shredded muscular right arm while her heart rate continued going wild! "You know what I think Betty-Jo?" Her parole officer asked her and my mother shook her head to answer her. "I think that Norma Peterson didn't make that 911 call that night." "I think there was another woman in her trailer that night Norma Peterson had her heart attack. Anyone that knows Norma Peterson knew that she was an in the closet lesbian, who was attracted to younger more athletic muscular women. Did you happen to notice Norma Peterson having a younger more athletic muscular woman visiting her that day, or a strange car parked in her driveway?" Now my mother was so freaking nervous and sweating like a pig while her heart rate was going even more wildly fast then ever before, as she started nervously thinking to herself; "OH GOD! MY PAROLE OFFICE KNOWS THAT I WAS THE ONE THAT CAUSED NORMA PETERSON'S MASSIVE HEART ATTACK WHILE I WAS GOING DOWN ON HER OLD GRAY HAIRED WRINKLED OLD PUSSY TO SEXUALLY SATISFY HER! NOW I'M GOING TO GET ARRESTED FOR MURDER AND BE SENT BACK TO PRISON FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!" With this reading Gail Foster got all the information she needed as my mother lied; "No I didn't Ms. Foster." "That's okay Betty-Jo you and your son David were most likely too into your television program to notice anything going on across the street. Now please lift your left tit so I could retrieve my wire sensor please." After my mother did what she was asked, her parole officer handed her a clear plastic cup. After my mother filled the clear plastic up with her urine and after my mother's parole officer tested it with a chemical to see if it was clean, Gail Foster said as she unlocked the bathroom door; "Well Betty-Jo I think I've taken up enough of your time. See you next week." Then Gail Foster exited out my mother's front door..............Ten minutes later I was sitting at the kitchen table across from my very upset extremely nervous mother who was in tears; "OH MASTER DAVID MY PAROLE OFFICER KNOWS THAT I WAS THE ONE WITH NORMA PETERSON TWO NIGHTS AGO, AND THAT I CAUSED HER PACEMAKER TO BLOW UP IN HER CHEST WHILE HAVING SEX WITH HER!" "If that's true Betty-Jo." I said trying to comfort my mother; "Then Gail Foster would have had you arrested before she left and you'd be hand cuffed and on your way down in the back of a police car right now, heading to the West Creek police department to be charged with murdering Norma Peterson." "I didn't think of that." My mother replied; "Gail Foster is a very strange, creepy woman. Maybe she was just mentally feeling me out to see if I'd crack and admit that I was at Norma Peterson's trailer the night of her heart attack." "Come on Betty-Jo." I said as I got up out of the kitchen chair and headed towards the sliding glass door; "Let's get your mind off what happened earlier by continuing your weight lifting workout." "Okay master David, your wish is my command." My mother replied as she got up and followed me outside onto her back deck to start her weight lifting workout. End Of Part 4