Meeting the Mom - Angela

The following week, Ellie brought her mother to the gym to introduce her to her friends—and, above all, to me. She’d warned me over the weekend: “Be confident and show off your best form.”

I took her advice, showing up in shorts and a tight tank top. Before they arrived, I worked out hard to show off my muscles, letting a light sheen of sweat turn my shirt almost transparent as it clung to my bulging frame.

Ellie’s mother was in her early forties, with long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a fair complexion that glowed under the gym lights. Her workout clothes hugged her sensual curves perfectly. Ellie struggled to concentrate when she saw me, but I was just as captivated by her mother. Angela had a more elegant, commanding sensuality than women my age—the kind of irresistible luxury you wanted but couldn’t afford.

“Hey, Jack, this is my mom, Angela.” Ellie took my arm, rested a hand on my chest, and introduced us.

I held out my hand, momentarily stunned. “Nice to meet you. Now I see where Ellie gets her beauty.”

Angela smiled and shook my hand. “Ellie said she’d found a new boyfriend, but she never mentioned he’d be this handsome.”

Blushing slightly, she only made me more curious. “Excuse me, but are you that Angela? The early-2000s cover model for Boxing Illustrated?”

“Oh… Someone remembers me.”

“I was a huge fan. I even had a poster of you in my room.”

“What kind of poster? I don’t remember posing for anything particularly family-friendly,” she teased.

I hesitated, then caught Ellie nodding encouragement. She wanted me to push my luck.

“The kind boys like. Seeing you in person is a completely different experience—far more stunning than any photograph.”

Still holding her hand, I lifted it and kissed her knuckles. Her skin was smooth and flawless, but her knuckles were rough and hard, betraying years of boxing and the power behind her punches.

Angela laughed, clearly amused. “What a gorgeous, forward young man. I can’t say I’m not flattered. Would you mind showing me around the rest of the gym? I haven’t trained in a while.”

Ellie released my arm. So far, the plan was working even better—and faster—than expected.

I showed her around the gym, stopping occasionally to advise people who approached me for help. She watched me like a predator studying its prey. Apparently, mother and daughter shared the same tastes.

“So, you’re practically a coach here?”

“With over ten years of boxing experience, people tend to ask for my advice.”

“Oh? Been boxing that long?”

“Yeah, ever since I saw a particularly sexy female boxer in the ring, I’ve dreamed of fighting her.” I held her gaze, struggling to hide my embarrassment. Angela was twice my age, yet she stirred feelings in me that younger women rarely could.

“Perhaps your dream will come true sooner than you think.”