My name is Zoe Briggs, and I own a posh health club-gym/spa in North Texas that caters to the uber rich of the Dallas high society. I am the sole proprietor of the gym, having been awarded the business after I divorced my husband of thirty years a little over half a decade ago. We started it up in a little old hole in the wall twenty five years ago and we watched it morph into a juggernaut, moving into a 15,000 square foot, three story facility that had scads of personal trainers, fitness classes, and the most beautiful clientele in the city. Great, huh? Well, not for my husband, who refused to stop fucking every receptionist that we would employ. Tired of being the laughing stock, I set up cameras (security cams, hah!), and recorded hours of video of him romping teen bitches. I took that motherfucker for everything! Stupid cocksucker.
Once the divorce was final, I took stock of myself and realized that if I was married to me, I would have cheated! I had let myself go, I wasn't fat, but, I did have a spare tire, my boobs didn't defy gravity any longer, and I looked every bit of my 50 years. When I looked in the mirror, I saw the grandmother that I had become, and not the beauty pageant winner that I was. My three children encouraged me to take advantage of my situation, being privy to the finest personal trainers that money could buy, and I certainly did that. I threw myself into my business and into getting fit. Now, five years later, I turn every head in the gym when I walk through in my daily attire, sports bra and work out tights, five foot eight, 125lbs, 34DD breasts, flat belly with a nice six pack, tight ass and firm legs. O.K., I have a good plastic surgeon, who cares? I love to show off my new hard body.
My 23 year old son Magnus had graduated college and decided to work with me to run the gym, which I loved. He was much younger than his two sisters by twelve and ten years respectively, and the only child that was interested in the family business. I started him as a personal trainer, and he quickly became my most popular, especially with the ladies. It could have been for his knowledge and skill, or that he was built like a Greek God.
Magnus inherited his father's heighth gene, he was well over 6'3" tall and was put together like a bodybuilder, well muscled and trim, and it didn't hurt that he was very handsome. Since he was a middle school child, he always had women after him, and, although he didn't confide in me, I knew that he 'scored' with plenty of women, since 'Gym Gossip' left no stone unturned.
One day, as I was leaving to go into work, I heard a rapping on the door. There was Magnus, dry cleaning hanging over his shoulder and suitcases in hand.
"What the..?" I stammered.
"Tricia kicked me out, Ma." He pouted, "I need a place to stay."
"What about the gym, there is a room there, y'know!" I protested.
"Ma!"
"Ma!" I mimicked.
"Fine, Magnus," I relented, "But, none of your hussies in my house!"
"That's what got me booted in the first place, Ma!" Magnus wickedly grinned.
"Don't be late, and lock up when you leave." I smiled as I walked to my car. I didn't like that bitch Tricia, anyway.
We settled into a rhythm, sort of. Since I have been single for so long now, I have a habit of parading around nude, swimming in the pool nude, just being naked. Now that Magnus was here, that stopped immediately. Other than that, he seemed like he had no plans to move out, which was O.K. by me, he was my baby!
One day last week, I had a two back to back clients for training sessions, and Magnus had the day off, so he was going to do the yard work. I would have been tied up for a few hours with the sessions had one of them not called and rescheduled. Shit! Another wasted day! No, I thought, since my son was at the house doing yardwork, I could pitch in and clean out the flower bed, it was a beautiful day, anyway. I stopped on the way home at the grocery and picked up a nice bottle of wine and some shrimp and steak to throw on the grill for later that evening.
Pulling into my circle drive, the grass looked cut, the walk and drive was edged, it looked good, but Magnus's car was gone. Hmph. Alone again.
Screw it, I said to myself as I peeled off my sweaty work-out clothes, I'll throw in some wash downstairs and soak in the tub before Magnus gets back and I have him grill dinner.
I threw on a short tennis skirt and a 'wife-beater' tank top and grabbed the hamper and headed downstairs.
I slowed when I got about halfway down the hall to the laundry room as the door was ajar and light was illuminating a portion of the lower hallway. I placed the basket at my feet and shuffled the rest of the way towards the door, my bare feet not making a sound. I didn't know what was around the corner, my heart was pounding and my nipples were so stiff that my boobs ached.
