I grew up in small-town Michigan, way up in the UP. I liked my humble roots for a variety of reasons. I liked the atmosphere we got on Friday home game nights in the Fall, and the fact that I could typically name most people when going out to pick up groceries for my parents. Everyone knew everyone, and the typical small-town charm shaped my upbringing. Following my high school graduation, I moved to a big city in a neighboring state to go to college. Each summer, I'd come back to live at home, help my parents around the house, and relax as much as possible by any nearby lake. Small towns are good, because even though I might not see neighbors for years, one day I'd see them at the bank, the movie theater, or wherever, and we'd hug and catch up like old times. This included all my friends' parents, whom I had grown very close to over the years. I always felt comfortable to stop by their house to have a chat, grab a free meal, and to talk about what their kids were up to nowadays.
I was particularly fond of the Johnsons. Matt had been one of my closest friends since I was 5. His parents owned a gym and chiropractic business in town, and so I used their gym every summer when I was back. It was amazing; three stories, with saunas, showers and weights. Unfortunately for the Johnsons, it was typically empty, but I enjoyed being able to have my own gym whenever I went. I could use whatever machines I wanted, go naked in the sauna (occasionally), and sing in the showers. I always worried that they'd have to close it down, but the gym was still running last summer when I came to live at home during grad-school. It was especially nice to get a look at Mrs. Johnson when I'd go, because would sometimes walk-through and say high when I'd be working out, since the Johnsons lived on the fourth floor of the building.
Mrs. Johnson looked amazing for being in her early 60s. She kept an active life with the gym being just under their home. Shorter brown hair, perfect tan olive skin, massive ass and big, albeit a bit saggy tits (reminded me of Alia Janine's). When she'd come, and talk to me during my workouts while wearing a low-cut top that showed cleavage, my cock would literally swell. I wouldn't be able to continue working out before going downstairs to the locker-room to rub one out to get rid of my massive hard-on. I'm sure Mrs. Johnson had caught me staring at her from time to time. I grew up as a horny teenager, and her continuous presence in my life got me hooked on older women from an early age. However, she was always too nice, and I don't think she would have ever said anything had she seen my eyes falling on her ass in jeans or tits underneath a sweater stretched too tight. My lustful appreciation continued into my late-20s, and this story centers around last summer when I chose to work-out one late Wednesday night.
I got into the gym around maybe 7:00pm, and no one was at the front-desk. This was typical as I don't think the gym made enough money to staff someone there full-time, and so Mrs. Johnson would usually open and close, do walk-throughs to say hi to members, or to refill the towel rack and so on. I was feeling relatively good that night, and so I decided to hit the weights extra hard. I was on the bench, when I saw Mrs. Johnson come around the corner, looking fantastic. She was wearing black Nike leggings that showed her thick legs and ass especially well, and a white spaghetti-strap work-out top that was having some trouble containing her bouncing tits while she walked over with a smile.
"Hey Kevin!"
"Mrs. Johnson! How are you!?" I stood, realizing immediately my poor choice if my cock happened to fill with blood on seeing a sweaty Mrs. Johnson.
"I'm alright, thought I'd come down for a work-out tonight since I was just being lazy, watching TV this afternoon". She said with a smile.
"Good choice, I was thinking the same thing. Looks like we have the place to ourselves tonight", I said, hoping this didn't sound offensive for their lack of business, and that it didn't sound like a come-on.
"Yeah I don't like to work-out with a huge audience anyway, can't keep up with you young things anymore." She gave me a playful push. My cock was half-full at this point and visible though my athletic shorts.
"Oh come on, you look great, Mrs. Johnson, are you kidding me?" That sounded like a come on, a total come on I thought, half regretting what I said.
"You're too kind, I almost believed you! Well I'm going to go onto the treadmill for a bit, and feel free to stay as late as you want. No one else is in by the looks of it so I locked up early."
"Sounds good, would you mind if I used the sauna after working out? I'll turn it off after I'm done and will make sure the front-door is locked downstairs when I leave." Fuck, I needed a way to hide this thing before she sees it and it creeps her out.
I saw Mrs. Johnson briefly look down at my cock and back up as quickly as she could. She must have seen the outline of my cock, I thought, and she must know it's getting harder and harder by the second, mustn't she?
She smiled and said "Of course not, the sauna sounds good on a cold night like tonight, really gets the blood flowing." With that, she walked over the treadmill, put her headphones in, and started her run.
Fuck...was that a play on words about my dick? Would she even be offended or grossed out by seeing her son's friend's semi-hard cock, or was it kind of a flattering thing? Luckily, I didn't need to finish my work out early, since the treadmills faced the windows and wall, and she had no way of seeing my pulsating cock behind the ineffectual sheath of my athletic shorts. I continued working out, glancing over at Mrs. Johnson from time to time on the treadmill. Goddamn she's such a MILF, I thought. There's nothing I'd rather do than take her sweaty body from behind on that treadmill right now. I'd pull out my throbbing cock, pull down her tight leggings, and fuck her against the window, for all of traffic to see... I'd pump and pump and pump until mountains of my cum covered her giant ass...
I snapped out of it. Phew, I thought, maybe I should go downstairs before I cum in my pants. Her ass looked ridiculous in the leggings, thick and tight from her workouts, but also probably a bit bigger from age. I decided to head downstairs to the sauna to try and clear my head and deflate my cock. I don't know why to this day, but I then told myself I wasn't going to jerk off there today to get rid of it. I changed in the basement's locker-room, rinsed off in the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed down the hallway to the sauna. I wouldn't ever wear only a towel to a sauna in any other gym, but no one was usually there, and it was nice to feel a bit free downstairs. I entered the sauna, and was instantly consumed by the heat and humid wood smell. I love it in here, I thought, feels so relaxing. All my muscles relaxed, and I could even feel my cock move down my leg as it got less and less excited. I was beginning to do some stretches when the door to the sauna sprang open.
"Hey Kevin, do you mind if I join you?"
"Of course not Mrs. J..." I didn't know else what to do. She walked in wearing the clothes from the workout, and I saw her eyes move across my mostly naked body.
"After you said sauna, I felt like it would be the perfect thing to finish the night off, so I hope you don't mind the company."
She was so drenched in sweat from the run, with her tits were visibly glistening while they rose and fell with every pronounced breath.
"Of course not, it's great to have someone to talk to in here. Sorry I'm wearing only a towel, I thought I'd be alone, but I can grab some more clothes if you'd like."
"Don't be silly Kevin, it's a sauna...Don't tell my son or your friends, but Mr. Johnson and I come in here naked sometimes after close. Sometimes I come in her alone naked, it's really nice! Hopefully that doesn't gross you off, thinking of my old body."
I didn't know how to react or what to say. "That's awesome, very Scandinavian..." Come on, compliment her body. "I think you look awesome by the way, no other moms come close to you." Was that too forward? I have no idea what older women want to hear, but it's not what's going on in my mind right now. I can't stop thinking about what titty-fucking her sweaty tits would be like right now.
"Aww thanks, you're too charming! I do try to work out as much as I can, but I know I'll never be 30 again."
I could feel my cock come back to life, but this time it was in overdrive, springing to full action in less than 20 seconds. I quickly tucked it down and put my hands in my waist.
"Oh please, if my future wife can look like you at your age, I'll consider myself insanely lucky. You look fantastic." I thought that was a relatively PC and appropriate response.
"Thanks hun, I knew why you were always my favorite!" She got up to dump water on the rocks. "...Ah damn, we're out. Kevin, would you mind filling up this jug? My legs feel crushed after that run and I don't think I can move much more!" She said while laughing.
I immediately froze up. If I stood up to leave, Mrs. Johnson would come face to face with my 8'' cock pressing up against the towel. I decided to be honest, as she has always seemed cool about issues with sex. I remember her talking to our group of guys about girls, and she was always the cool mom like that.
