Gym Session

Rebecca’s mind was still foggy from her encounter with Nicolas when she left school. She needed to clear her head—or better yet, distract herself. The gym was the perfect place.

She changed into tight leggings that clung to her thick hips and a cropped workout top that barely contained her heavy breasts. Every step made them bounce, and the fabric strained against her nipples, already stiff from arousal. As she walked into the gym, she felt the familiar weight of stares—men pretending to lift weights, their eyes glued to her swaying ass.

Her son, Jason, was in the middle of a set, his blond hair damp with sweat as he grunted under the barbell. His friends spotted her first, nudging each other. One of them—Mark, a broad-shouldered football player—let out a low whistle. Jason turned, his face flushing when he saw her.

“Mom?” He wiped his forehead. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d join you,” she purred, stretching her arms overhead, her tits pushing against the thin fabric.

Mark smirked. “Damn, Jason, your mom’s stacked.”

Jason shot him a glare, but Rebecca just laughed, swaying toward the bench press. “Spot me, boys?”

Mark was quick to volunteer. As she lay back, her tits spilled to the sides, her hard nipples poking through the fabric. Mark’s hands hovered near the bar, but his eyes were locked on her chest. She arched her back slightly, letting them jiggle with each rep.

Jason was stiff beside her, his gym shorts tenting. When she finished, she sat up, pretending to adjust her top, giving them both a flash of cleavage. “You boys need to work harder if you want to keep up with me.”

Mark’s voice was rough. “Oh, we can keep up.”

Jason grabbed his water bottle, avoiding her gaze. “Mom, maybe you should… not wear that here.”

She tilted her head. “Why? You don’t like it?”

His grip tightened on the bottle.

Mark leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. “I love it.”