Dexter the Personal Trainer

"Five more. No, make it ten."

She gave me a look that was pure hate, but then she did what I had asked, before collapsing onto the floor. I stood over her grinning. It was almost a minute before she got up.

"You know I hate push-ups, so why do you make me do them?"

"Because they are a good exercise," then I gave her my best cheeky smile, before adding, "And because I know you hate them."

That got me a slap. It was going towards my head, but I managed to catch it on my arm. As she tried again, I grasped her wrist, and then I pulled her towards me. When she opened her mouth, to protest, I forced my mouth on hers. Then I kissed her. She resisted, but only briefly. Now she was kissing me back. After a couple of minutes I was the first to pull away. I needed to check the time.

"We only have twenty minutes."

"I only need ten," then, after starting to remove her top, she added, "I just hope you can keep up with me."

I gave her a confident smile, but I was a bit anxious. Julie was a woman that you don't want to disappoint. Six months ago she had turned fifty, and that had prompted her to acquire my services.

"I am on a mission to get myself fit. Dexter, are you the man to help me do it?"

"Yes I am."

And that's how I became a Personal Trainer, with Mrs. Kennedy as my first client. For the first three sessions, that was all I was, but after the fourth time I was much more than that. I was her lover, and I was now calling her Julie.

"Are you just going to stand there?"

I muttered a quick, "Sorry."

As she was undressing, my mind had wondered. I didn't have time to think about the past. I needed to concentrate on the present, otherwise I would be late for my next client. Before she could say anything else, I attacked her nipples. It was a two pronged offensive. I was now sucking hard on one, and pulling on the other.

"Don't stop until I tell you to."

That is what always happens. She tells me what she wants me to do, and I do it.

"You do know that I have a pussy that is waiting to be fingered?"

I did, and what a pussy it was. Julie is still attractive, but her best years are behind her. Large tits that were once firm, are now sagging, and she is carrying some extra pounds around her middle. However, her cunt is still a thing of beauty.

"That feels good, but I need more."

While still sucking on her, I had pushed a finger deep into her. When I added a second, she grunted, and when my thumb found her clit, she moaned. I never got tired of playing with her cunt. It was always wet, but the best thing about it was her clit. It was big, and it always responded to my touch.

"That's the spot, rub it hard. And don't stop."

She was now excited, and if I wanted to, I could easily finish her off with my fingers.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

That took me by surprise, and for a second or two I stopped playing with her. For the first time ever she was giving me a choice, rather than giving me a command. I needed to leave soon, then I thought of her tight cunt, and how it felt when I was inside her.

"Yes. I always want to fuck you."

I could tell from the big smile that she gave me, that I had said the right thing. She was now positioning herself so that I could take her from behind. When she was ready, I was as well. Normally I take my time entering her. I start by giving her just an inch or two, and then I slowly push in until my balls are flat against her. However, this time I was in a hurry, so she got the full seven inches in one go. It took her breath away, but before she could complain, I started fucking her.

"Squeeze my tits."

I reached forward, and then I cupped her swinging breasts, feeling the weight of them. As I continued to fuck her, I pinched her nipples.

"Fuck me harder with your big cock."

Good, she was now ready to be finished off. My cock isn't massively long, but it's thick, very thick. I've seen longer ones in the locker room, but I have never seen one that has my girth.

She was now getting the full benefit of it. Long hard strokes that were making her gasp every time I went deep into her sweet cunt.

"I'm nearly there."

It was now time to fuck her even harder. As I did, she made even more noise. A minute later she climaxed. I continued to thrust into her, even though I knew I wasn't going to reach it. When she wanted me to stop, she would tell me. A short while later, as her orgasm was subsiding, she spoke.

"You can stop now."

When I pulled out of her, my cock was still stiff, but I knew it wasn't going to get any attention from her. Once her needs are satisfied, she loses interest. Sometimes that is a problem for me, but not today. My next client is Mrs. Wilson, and, unless I am mistaken, she is going to let me fuck her for the first time.

Before I left, I took a quick shower. I knew it was going to make me late, but there was no way I could turn up at Mrs. Wilson's place all sweaty, and smelling of sex. Fortunately there was very little traffic, so in the end I was only five minutes late, but I had to wait another two before the maid opened the door.

"Mrs. Wilson has had to attend an important meeting at short notice. She sends her apologies," then she gave me a nice smile, before continuing with, "And of course you will be paid for today."

I shrugged my shoulders, and smiled back. It was not what I wanted to hear, but there was nothing I could do about it. Mrs. Wilson was supposed to have been my last client of the day, and I had wanted to finish on a high, but instead it had ended in disappointment. I now wished I had climaxed with Julie.

As I drove home, I tried to cheer myself up, it was silly to let this spoil my day. I was only twenty four years old, but I had my own business. So life was good.

'Dexter Ford, Personal Trainer. You set the goals, and I will help you achieve them!'

They say, 'If you only have lemons, then make lemonade.'

In my case, all I had was my fitness, and my enthusiasm for exercise. So when I was looking for a job, and nobody would hire me, I decided to make my hobby into a business. The first two months had been a struggle, but after that, when my client list had expanded, I was doing OK. Now, after six months, I was doing even better, working at least four days a week.

"You're home early?"

"Yes, the last client cancelled."

Mother now looked concerned.

"It's no big deal. It happens."

I then gave her a big smile, I was now over the disappointment.

"OK, but don't let them bully you."

"Yes Mummy."

That made her laugh. When she had finished, she spoke again.

"Now that you have some free time, I want a favour."

"OK."

I was living at home rent free, so whenever she asked me to do anything, I had the good sense to do it. I just hoped it wasn't going to take long. I had bought a book this morning on Yoga, and I was keen to read it.

"I want you to be my Personal Trainer, and I want my first lesson now."

I was surprised, I certainly hadn't expected that. However, if that's what she wanted, then that's what she would get.

"I'm going to get ready. I'll be in the garage in five minutes."

As she left, I muttered under my breath, "It's not a garage anymore, it's a Gym."

Of course it was still a garage, but I had taken it over. It now contained all my exercise equipment.

I got there first. I had to wait a while before she joined me.

"I thought you'd changed your mind."

"No, it took me some time deciding what to wear," then she twirled around, before adding, "What do you think?"

I shook my head, before saying, "You need to go shopping, but it will do for now."

She was wearing an old T-shirt, but it was too tight, and her skirt was no better, it was only just covering her bottom. On another woman I wouldn't have had an issue with the clothes, but seeing them on my Mother was making me feel uncomfortable. I would just have to forget who she was, and treat her like any other client. Then I thought of Julie, and I nearly laughed. Yes, like any other client, except Julie.

Smiling at me, she said, "What do you want me to do first?"

"Push-ups."

She was ready to give up after just five, but I made her do ten. When she had finished, she was breathing heavily.

"I'm so unfit."

"Don't worry. In a few weeks you will be able to do fifty."

I could tell from the look she gave me, that she didn't believe me. It was an optimistic target, but it was achievable. However, she would need to make the effort, but this was the first session, so I decided that it might be best to go easy on her.

"Time to do some stretching."

I got her to lie on her side, and then I pulled her arm over her head. As I pushed it back further she groaned. I held the position for twenty seconds then I released it. Generally, I only repeat this two or three times, but for Mother I did five. The extra ones were for my benefit, and not hers. On the second stretch I had noticed her nipple. It was hard to miss, because it was prominent against her tight T-shirt. Each stretch seemed to make it even bigger. The same happened with her other nipple when we switched sides. When we had finished, and she stood up, both nipples were clearly visible. My cock was still coiled, but it was straining against my shorts, and it was painful. But I knew that if I averted my eyes, the blood would soon drain from it, so I turned away from her.

"What do you think?"

When I turned back to look at her, I was shocked. She now had her hands on her waist, and she was thrusting her chest out. Her nipples, that had been prominent before, seemed even bigger now, and she was asking my opinion of them. I hesitated, not sure what to say, which was just as well, because she spoke again.

"This bra. Is it suitable, or do I need a sports one?"

I hesitated, before saying, "I think so."

She then quickly took her T-shirt off.

"Is that better, or do you need to feel it?"

I was now finding it difficult to speak, but I did manage to nod. This was too good an opportunity to miss. When I put my hands underneath her tits, I tried to make it look like I was examining her bra, but to me it felt like I was fondling her.

"Move them up and down. Tell me if they wobble too much."

They did wobble, but only slightly. However, it was enough to get me even more excited, so excited that I risked brushing her nipples with both hands. She didn't complain, but when I tried again, she stepped back.

"What's the verdict?"

It took me several seconds to compose myself, before I said, "The bra is OK."

I wanted to add, "And your tits are magnificent," but I had the good sense to keep quiet.

"That's good news. Now can we get back to doing more stretching?"

I was going to get her to use the step machine, but that could wait.

"Lie on your back. I'm going to work your hamstrings."

The first stretch was a lot easier than I thought it would be. I managed to get her leg almost up to her shoulders, and she didn't complain.

"That's very impressive."

"I can do even better. Watch this."

She then grabbed her other leg with both hands, and pulled it up herself.

"What do up think?"

She was the winner, but only just. However, I was taking my time telling her, because of what I was now looking at. When she had raised her leg, it hadn't just gone high, it had gone wide as well, exposing her knickers. They were tight against her, showing off the contours of her most intimate place. I could make out her opening, and a small lump that was probably her clit. It was a few seconds before I was able to speak.

"You managed to get it slightly higher than me."

I thought she would be pleased, but instead she looked disappointed, then she managed to get her leg even higher.

"Is that better?"

There was now no doubt that she had beaten me. When I nodded in agreement, she gave me a big smile. We then repeated the stretching, but this time I did both legs for her, and I made sure to get them as wide apart as possible.

"I think that's enough for me."

"One more?"

She groaned, but I knew it was a fake one, so I stretched her legs again.

"Let's hold this for as long as possible."

"OK, do you want to time me?"

I nodded, and then I looked at my watch to make a note of the time. Mother was competitive, so I knew that I would get plenty of time to stare at her plump cunt that was straining against her skimpy knickers.

I was only intending to look, but after a few seconds I wanted more. My cock was now throbbing like crazy, hungry for some action, and it was now in charge. As I moved both hands up her thighs, I told myself that it was just to help with the stretching, but really it was so that I could finger her.

"How long?"

"One minute. Can you hold for another?"

She grimaced, before saying, "I'll try."

When my hands touched the hem of her knickers, I stopped. If I continued, then there would be no going back. It would change our relationship for ever. If she wasn't my Mother, then my fingers would already be up her, and I would be massaging her clit. However, she was my Mother, so what should I do? Then I noticed the damp patch on her white knickers. She was excited, so I now knew my fingers would slide easily into her. I took a deep breath, I was going to go for it.

"I can't take anymore."

She then put her hands on mine, and I knew it was all over. I waited until her legs were back on the floor, before telling her how she had done.

"Two minutes seven seconds."

She punched the air with a clenched fist, as if she had won some great sporting event. I smiled, but it was forced. I had missed my chance because I had hesitated for too long.

After ten minutes on the step machine, then just five on the exercise bike, I decided it was enough for her first session.

"How do you feel?"

After putting her hands on her hips, and puffing her chest out, she said, "I feel as if I could do another hour," then she shook her head before laughing.

While she showered I went to my room. As soon as I was on the bed, my cock was out, and I was giving it quick strokes. I desperately wanted to reach it. I should have climaxed with Julie, but I had saved it for Mrs. Wilson. However, she had cancelled, and then, unexpectedly, I had got myself all worked up while I was with Mother, without getting anything.

Five minutes later, after I had spurted into a tissue, I felt a lot better. Then the guilt set in. An hour later, when my Sister knocked on the door to tell me to come down and eat, I was dreading seeing Mother again.

When I entered the dining room they were already eating. My Sister ignored me, but Mother gave me a nice smile, and I almost sighed with relief. I wasn't in trouble, so why had I made myself so anxious? Nothing had really happened. Then some of the guilt came back. If Mother hadn't closed her legs when she did, then something would have happened.

"What were you two doing in the garage?"

I muttered, "It's a Gym," but she ignored me.

Looking at my Sister, Mother said, with pride in her voice, "I was exercising with my Personal Trainer."

"You should introduce me to him."

"Very funny."

She was having a dig at me. She didn't think that I was good enough to be a Personal Trainer.

"Dexter was very good. You should let him teach you."

We both looked at each other, then, at the same time, we shook our heads. My Sister and I knew that was never going to happen.

The next day I only had two clients, three hours apart, so I took the opportunity to do some running before seeing the second one. I had only intended to run six miles, but I ended up doing eight. When I arrived at their place I was still tired from my run, but that wasn't going to be a problem. I was seeing Arthur, a nice guy in his late fifties. He never wanted to do anything too strenuous, and we spent a lot of time talking. This was going to be easy.

When I got home, Mother was in the kitchen.

"Becky will be another hour and a half, can you wait for her so that we can all eat together?"

"Yes, but only if you come to the Gym with me."

She smiled at me, before saying, "OK."

That surprised me. I was only joking, and I had expected her to say no. I was planning on spending the time reading before my Sister got back, but now I would have to give her another lesson.

This time I only had to wait five minutes for her. Her skirt was the same one as before, but her top was different. However, it was still as tight on her as the other one had been. I would need to concentrate, and be professional. I needed to remember that she was my Mother.

"I'm a bit stiff. Can we start by doing some stretching, lots of stretching?"

I nodded, and then I thought about last time. That was a bad idea. I was now trying to control my cock as the blood flowed into it. While I stretched her arms, I didn't look at her nipples. That did the trick, I was now back in control, and my cock was completely limp. It was now time to work her hamstrings. However, when I reached for her leg, she pulled it away.

"I can do it myself."

Her legs were now high in the air, supported by her hands under her knees.

After a few seconds, she looked at me and said, "I need some help."

I was confused, she appeared to be in control.

"I want to stretch out as well as up, so I need you to push my legs apart."

I looked away as I did what she had asked.

"Move your hands higher, so that I can open wider."

This time I couldn't resist, I had to look, and what I saw was even better than before. At first I thought she wasn't wearing any knickers, she was, but they were almost transparent. I was shocked, and excited, in equal measures. As I continued looking, two things happened. My cock started expanding, and my hands started moving. I wasn't in control of either of them.

I was now inches away, and this time I wasn't going to stop. Then suddenly she lowered her legs, but she didn't close them, and my hands were still up her skirt.

"That was hard work. I'm going to rest for a while."

Then she smiled at me, before closing her eyes. I smiled as well, because my Mother, without actually saying it, had just given me permission to touch her cunt.

I started by gently running two fingers up and down her opening, and then I pushed them against it. The knickers gave a little, just enough so that the tips went in, but I wanted more than that, so they needed to come off. When I pulled on them with both hands, she opened her eyes. I froze, fearing the worst, but then she closed them again. This time as I pulled on them there was no resistance, and she even closed her legs so that I could get them off.

Her cunt was now naked, and I could see it in all its glory. I was going to take my time with it, to savour every part of it. I was determined to give her the best climax she had ever had. That was ambitious, and I might fail, but I was going to try my best.

This time when I pushed two fingers in, her knickers were not in the way. I only stopped when I couldn't get them in any deeper. I then started to fuck her with them, and she started to moan. Hearing her so excited was making my cock go crazy. I was tempted to get it out, and to thrust it into her, but I wasn't sure how far she wanted to go, so I kept it in my shorts. However, her cunt looked good enough to eat, so I was going to go down on her instead.

The first lick must have taken her by surprise, because when my tongue touched her clit, her legs jerked. Then as I continued to finger her, I searched for her sweet spot. When I found it, she gasped.

I was now concentrating on her clit, licking and sucking it, and she was now moaning almost continuously. When I added another finger, it almost took her over the edge. I eased off. She would get her climax, but not yet.

I managed to keep her excited, without boiling over, for another ten minutes. However, it was now getting difficult, because even a gentle lick was making her go wild. I had even stopped fingering her. I had kept them in, but I wasn't moving them. Then she started wiggling her bottom, and I knew it was time to finish her off.