John

John quickly packed a gym bag for himself he was no expert having never been the gym but he knew what his mothers gym clothes looked like and he quickly packed an appropriate looking bag of clothes. The rest of John's morning went by in a blur and before long he was navigating the busy morning traffic on his way to his mothers gym. The events of the previous night still weighed heavily on his mind, and he couldn't shake the thought of the mind blowing sex he had last night with his father.

As he pulled into the parking lot of the gym, he took a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts aside. He had a job to do, and he couldn't afford to let his emotions get in the way. John stepped out of the car and made his way towards the entrance, his mother's gym bag slung over his shoulder.

As John entered the Gym's reception his eyes where immediately on the receptionist or more specifically the receptionists tits. John had only ever seen boobs that size on Fate, as he gawked at her, 'why didn't mum tell me about this' he thought trying to keep his mind focused.

"Ahh Mrs Doe" The receptionist called out, greeting John as he walked to the front desk, "Marcus is waiting for you". "Thank you, Natalie" John replied trying to avoid staring at the receptionists cleavage, the low cut top coupled with her large tits making John aroused.

John walked into the changing room, his eyes scanning the area for an empty locker. It turned out the gym was not very busy on an early Monday morning so John found that most where empty, tossing his mother's gym bag inside. He stripped off his clothes, feeling a strange sense of vulnerability as he stood there in just his underwear.

He took a deep breath and slipped on his mother's tank top and leggings, the tight fabric hugging his curves in a way that was both foreign and exciting.

John walked into the gym, being greeted by a tall black man. "Sally, how are we today?" The man asked, his voice booming in the otherwise quiet gym. John quickly gathered this must be his mum's personal trainer, Marcus. "I'm doing well," John replied, trying to keep his voice steady and feminine. He scanned the gym and it looked nearly empty. "So what are we doing today?" He asked, his eyes scanning the various machines and weights around the room. "Cardio," Marcus replied, his voice firm and authoritative.