Kickboxing with His Mother-in-Law
"Thank you, ma'am," Vince said, giving Angie a high five. The kickboxing class was over and the dozen students milled about the room as he congratulated each one. After all the punching and kicking on the heavy bag, all the crunches and pushups, followed by the slow, deep stretching, it was the typical way he ended classes. They were all pretty sweaty, but most of them weren't worn out. Some of them were actually rejuvenated. Sometimes exercise does that to you, revs up your metabolism and your hormones giving you a kind of high.
Vince stepped aside and began packing up his gear. Being a travelling kickboxing instructor meant he had to carry everything he needed in his car. It was so much simpler renting his own place and keeping everything there, but that hadn't lasted too long. It just became too expensive. But he was glad to still be teaching the class. It was such a fun time for him, getting people pumped up and excited. Sometimes he got the wonderful reward of a beautiful woman in the class. Someone for him to fantasize about at least.
Angie happened to meet that criteria. She was his wife's, Jamie's, forty-year-old, single mom. She'd been in the class for three months now and ever since he met her, Vince had been mesmerized by her. At the school, he always tried to greet her, always tried to talk with her. He was almost always on her heavy bag just to be around her.
Vince met Jamie in the kickboxing class several years ago and they'd been married for a year. Angie had expressed interest in the class and joined more recently, usually attending the same classes as Jamie.
At first, he was very attracted to her figure. What red-blooded male wouldn't be. She had a terrific body, was in really good shape, with a slightly fatty waist, wide hips, and nice, D-cup breasts. He enjoyed watching them jiggle as she punched and kicked. She said she was fat, but he thought she had some absolutely fantastic proportions. She seemed to have energy that just never died. And then after talking with her, Vince found that she had a very wonderful personality, too. She was funny, intelligent, and so full of life. It was a joy just to be around her.
Of course she had a boyfriend, she was a student, and... his mother-in-law, so he laid low. Vince didn't want to make her uncomfortable by seeming to coming on to her. He figured he'd be happy just to see her a few times a week in class.
While Vince was gathering his gear together everyone began filing out of the room. He was just getting ready to turn out the lights when Angie walked out of the bathroom. She had changed a little... she actually seemed to undress a little, to his surprise. In class she was wearing long workout pants and a t-shirt. Now she had on nothing more than a sports bra and some loose, short shorts. Her breasts seemed to be straining at her top and her nipples were very prominently erect.
Vince forced myself to look away so that he wouldn't totally embarrass himself. She was his mother-in-law for chrissake.
"Everyone else is gone?" she asked, as if trying to sound surprised without really being that way.
"Yep. We're the last ones."
She started gathering her gear while Vince went in the back and turned out the lights.
"Oh, crap," she exclaimed loudly.
"What's wrong?" Vince yelled from the back room, emerging through the door seconds later.
"I forgot about getting a ride back home," she said. "My car's in the shop and I had a friend drop me off. Jamie's usually here and I was going to ask her. But..."
She looked pretty upset, so he figured he'd of course help. "Yeah... Jamie had to work late. But I'll give you a ride home."
"It's not too much trouble?" Her eyes had his insides locked up tight. She was so incredibly sexy. How could he ever say no?
"Of course. No trouble at all," he smiled.
She helped him haul his stuff to his car and stash it away in the trunk. He had to move a couple things out of the passenger seat, yet another problem with his "roaming" school, but they were seated soon. He put on his seatbelt and almost openly drooled as she turned and reached for hers. He could see her breasts very clearly now and it had an immediate effect on him. As she turned back around he turned forward and started the car.
They pulled out of the parking lot and Vince followed the roads to her house. It was growing dark outside, but was still pretty warm on this early Summer night. The windows were down a little to give them some fresh air and he had some rock music playing on the radio.
Suddenly she started to cry. Vince was shocked at the sudden emotional change and was devastated that she was so upset. He'd never seen her so distraught.
"What's wrong?" he asked, putting his hand on her forearm. Her hand was resting on her thigh so his hand was awfully close to her pussy. But he entered the "son-in-law" mode and tried to just be consoling.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and told him that she just broke up with her boyfriend last night. She told him how much of a jerk he was, how he had mistreated her. Vince was happy that she thought she could confide in him, but saddened that she was going through this.
Vince told her how wonderful of a person she was and found a joke or two to make her smile a little. He liked to see her smile.
"Can I ask you a question?" she said almost shyly, looking straight at him.
"Yeah, go ahead."
"How come you never hit on me?"
Vince felt shocked and a little light headed at this point. He wasn't sure what to do or say. He had all sorts of good reasons for not hitting on her, but he couldn't think of them at the moment. And he didn't answer fast enough.
"Do you find me attractive?"
His mouth felt dry and his heart was pounding in his chest. "Yes, Angie, I find you very attractive. I... I guess I never hit on you because... well... you're my mother-in-law."
"Thanks," she replied. "You know I find you very attractive, too. To tell you the truth, I'm kind of jealous of Jamie."
