“Thank you dear. Have a good work out.” She said and put her headphones back in. His sign to move along. He headed to the free weights and began his workout. Every now and then he risked a glance across the gym to where Mrs. Orton was. She moved from the treadmill to the donkey kick machine. Leaning forward she kicked one leg back, which was resisted with weights. The motion caused her glutes to contract. From there she moved to a machine where she sat and squeezed her legs together. Mike knew she was his girlfriends Mother, but he couldn’t help but day dream of how sexual she looked in all of those positions. Realizing he was moving through his routine at half the speed he normally did he decided to concentrate.
Mike moved to the bench press and quickly did some sets. He added some weight to each side. Resuming his lying position, he moved the weight off the rack and did a couple reps. His chest really began to burn on his fourth rep down and he struggled to get it up. Just then a female set of hands grabbed hold of the bar and helped him get it the rest of the way up.
“How many more you got left?” Mrs. Orton’s voice asked.
“At least three more..” He grunted. She encouraged him to keep going. He did the last few reps with her help. Then he let the bar fall heavily onto the rack.
“Hey thanks, I definitely could not have done those last ones without you.” he said.
“No problem. Besides It wasn’t completely selfless. Would you mind spotting me on the squat rack? I just really want to make sure my form is good.” She answered.
“Oh sure, of course.” He replied and followed behind her to the squat rack. His eyes glued to her muscular ass as she walked. Then he realized they were standing in front of a giant mirror and she could probably see him, he looked up quickly.
“Just make sure my feet stay shoulder width apart, my back is straight, and that I’m going down past ninety degrees.” She instructed him. She obviously knew what she was doing, “And while you spot me, stand directly behind me and keep your hands on the underneath of my ribcage to help me lift up. But don’t help too much, make me work for it.”
She got situated and lifted the bar off the rack. Mike took his place behind her and reached around her sides and placed his hands on the bottom of her ribcage. If he had moved his hands just a couple inches up he could have felt the side of her breasts. She bent at the knees and squatted down, keeping her back straight she thrust her butt backwards. He copied her motion and followed her down, trying to keep some space between thier bodies. But at the bottom of her squat it was impossible, her firm ass cheeks brushed against his crotch.
She shot back up. Then she repeated the motion nine more times. Each time her butt pushed against his crotch. He was so thankful that he had worn his compression shorts because by the end of her first set he had a raging hard on. Could she feel it? he don’t know, he hoped not. By now sweat droplets formed everywhere her skin was exposed. Each time she squatted her glutes, quads and calves flexed. On top of that the reflection of the mirror gave him the front angle as well, each tihim she dropped down he got a flash of her cleavage. It was too much, and by the end of her final set his raging hard on was throbbing.
“Thanks for the spot. I’m going to do some core and then I think I’m done for the day.” She told him.
“Yeah I think I’m done for the day too.”
“Hey, why don’t we just come together from now on?” she asked.
“Yeah, no sense in driving two cars.”
“Okay, sounds good. I’ll see you at home.” She said.
They began to go to the gym together from then on. They never missed a Saturday. Sometimes Vicky came with them, but most of the time she chose to sleep instead. When Vicky didn’t come Mrs. Orton would always ask him to spot her for certain lifts. He noticed she never went without makeup again after that first time. And he was sure to never forget the compression shorts. They talked on the drives to and from the gym. He told her about school. They talked about Vicky. She told him how things were at the office. She worked for a company that sold health and beauty products. Meal shakes, bath soap, antiaging cream, etc. Which made sense, Mrs. Orton was obsessed with living healthy and taking care of her body. Every now and then she told him about the guys she was dating.
They were getting to know each other better. But it never felt like a ‘friend to friend’ thing. It was more like an authority figure giving advice and counseling to a younger person. She definitely treated him like a kid. He often found hisself looking forward to seeing her when he got home. But when he caught himself thinking of Mrs. Orton. He mentally scolded himself and directed his thoughts either back to the lecture or towards Vicky.
“You’re home late.” Vicky said to him as he kicked off his shoes at the bedside.
“Sorry. I was at the library writing a paper.” He shed his shirt and pants and collapsed into bed next to her. He snuggled up next to her and wrapped an arm around her torso. She was braless, wearing one of his t-shirts and panties. He slid his hand underneath her shirt and grabbed a handful of breast. She slapped his hand away.
“Your hands are freezing!” She hissed. he laughed.
“Well help me warm them up. You know it’s been a while. Want to fool around?” He asked her and kissed the back of her neck.
“I’m pretty tired. How about tomorrow?” she asked.
“But were just as busy tomorrow.” His hand moved back to her breast. This hands must have warmed by now because she didn’t slap it away.
“Fine. But just a quick hand job. I have to get up early in the morning.” She rolled over so that she was facing him. Then she reached down and her hand quickly slipped underneath the waistband of his underwear. She allowed him to continue massaging her breasts as she fondled his balls. Then she grabbed hold of his soft dick and gave it a squeeze.
“Comw on, get hard for me babe.” She ordered him. With her free hand she started massaging her other breast, the one he was neglecting. She knew he liked that.
Slowly his limp dick began to grow and expand until her small hand could hardly wrap all the way around it. She rolled back over, reached over to a bottle of lotion on her night stand, shot two squirts into her hand and then was back.
With a hand full of lotion, she easily slid all the way along all seven plus inches of his dick. She pumped up and down, and twisted her hand like a cork screw while she did. His dick was soon lathered in the lotion. She varied her pace from time to time. She slowed, squeezing harder as she did. Then she picked up the pace again and stroked him fast. Back and forth.
“Ahhh” a soft moan escaped his lips.
“That’s it, cum for me babe, Cum for me.” She whispered hotly into his ear and increased her pumping speed. He could feel it coming, like an eruption it started in his balls and sent a hot load up his shaft, out his head and onto his stomach. Vicky slowed her pace but kept stroking him. After the initial load a few smaller squirts of cum seeped out of the head of his penis.
“Are you done?” Vicky asked. Her sultry voice replaced with a normal one now.
“Yeah.”
She kissed him quick on the mouth and rolled over. “That must be a record time. Goodnight babe.”
“Goodnight Vicky.” He replied. He took a pillow case off one of the pillows and used it to wipe up his cum, then discarded it onto the floor. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. Vicky was right, it was a record timd for getting him off. He decided to keep to himself that while she was jacking him off he was fantasizing it was her Mom lying next to him, stroking his dick.
The next time he came home that late he found Vicky was already asleep. He didn’t blame her. She had a busy schedule, so did he. It just seemed the free time they did have in their schedules never overlapped. He brushed his teeth, got ready for bed and then snuggled in under the covers next to Vicky’s warm body. He was just about to drift off into dream land when he heard people’s footsteps on the floor above us.
One went “click, clack”. That must be Mrs. Orton’s heels. The other were much heavier, “Thump, thump”. That must be her date. He forget his name but she had been seeing this guy for the longest out of all of them. He could hear muffled voices, and every now and then the man would give a hearty laugh.
Then he could no longer hear the “Click, clack” of Mrs Orton’s heels. He sensed she must have taken them off. Her steps so lite she was now invisible. But he could still hear the man’s steps. He walked about the kitchen and then he could trace his steps down the hallway and into Mrs Orton’s bedroom, directly above them.
His steps became quieter but he could still hear them, his shoes were now off as well. Then everything went quiet for a few minutes. Until he heard “Creeeek… Eeek… eek”. he looked over at his alarm clock and checked the time. it was 12am.
The Creaking noise continued. Over time it got slightly louder and more frequent. It was the squeaking of her bed frame. Mrs Orton was getting laid right above him. A small fire of jealousy lit deep inside of him. He imagined their naked bodies. Mrs Orton on her back, her large beautiful breasts exposed, legs spread, taking this man’s dick inside of her. The squeaking of the bed grew more intense. They were going faster. The fire of jealousy grew larger and burned hotter. His dick also grew underneath the sheets, hard with arousal. He heard grunts of pleasure from the man penetrating his girlfriend’s mother. He strained his neck in attempts to hear anything come from the sweet lips of Mrs Orton. A whimper, a moan, but he heard nothing. The man gave one last guttural grunt and then everything went quiet. He checked the time and it was a five minutes sex.
Three hundred seconds of sex with Mrs Orton had just taken place in the room above him. A few minutes later he heard the man’s steps to the door. It opened and closed. Then a car started in the drive way and pulled away. For hours he lay awake, replaying the scene in his head.