It’s late, just over half an hour until the gym closes. It’s quiet too, not many people around.

I finish my cardio, climb off the bike, gather up my things and make my way downstairs to the locker room. I strip naked, pull on a towel, and head for showers at the back of the locker room. I hang up my towel and stand under the cold spray for a minute, letting the sweat rinse off my body, then I wrap the towel around my waist again and make for the door to the pool.

The pool area is empty aside from one lady chilling in a jacuzzi. I accidently catch her eye, she looks at me and gives me a warm, wide smile. 

Only her head is visible. She’s pretty, older than me, mid Forties I’d guess. Her black hair is in a ponytail. She looks familiar, but I can’t place her. I smile back, before turning my head away awkwardly. I enter the steam room, settle onto a bench, spread my legs and close my eyes.

I enjoy the silence, the solitude. It feels good as toxins drain from my pores.

The door opens. I look and see that lady from the Jacuzzi enter. She smiles at me again, places a towel on the bench opposite me and lies down, eyes closed.

She’s slim, short. She’s wearing a black bikini, and she’s in great shape for her age. Her legs, arms, stomach are all toned. Her skin is tanned. Her tits are huge. They don’t look real to me, but there’s nothing wrong with that.

She flips onto her stomach. Her ass is incredible. She’s clearly worked hard on it. I’m an ass man and my eyes are drawn to it. I look away before I get caught. I snatch a glimpse at her face. Her eyes are closed, thank christ. She didn’t see me perving. I close my eyes and try to think of something else.

“You don’t recognise me, do you?”

I open my eyes and look at her. She’s still on her stomach, ass still there on display. She’s grinning at me.

I think hard and I come up with nothing. I shrug, embarrassed, “I’m sorry, I don’t.” I say, guarded.

“You’re Simon, right?”

“Yes,” I confirm.

“I’m Elaine Crosby. I’m Sarah’s mom.”

At the mention of that name the memories come flooding back. Of course. I dated Sarah for a while in college. She was living at home at the time. I used to spend nights at this woman’s house. She used to make me breakfast.

Now that I’m thinking about it, it comes back to me how similar they look. She’s like an older Sarah with much bigger tits.

“Mrs. Crosby, I’m sorry, it’s been a while!”

“Call me Elaine!” she says, before continuing, “It certainly has. What is it, four years since you dated my daughter?”

“Five,” I say with a bit of a smirk, “I’m surprised to see you here, this is the complete wrong side of town for you, right?”

She sighs, and flips over, moving to sit on the bench, facing me, “Not any more. I live out here now. Let’s say I downsized…. both my home and my marriage.”

“Oh, did you and Mr. Crosby split up?” I ask without thinking.

Fortunately, she doesn’t mind. She nods and holds up her left hand, displaying a lack of rings, “Divorce just got finalised,” she says, looking genuinely pleased.

“Can I ask what happened?”

“Well, you remember how you and Sarah ended? She didn’t get that from me. She got that from Gareth.”

“Ah,” I say, realising she means he cheated on her.

“Don’t worry about it. He did me a favour, honestly. I was miserable for years, but it took me catching him cheating to realise it. I’m free now,” She sighs, then smiles, before continuing, “I was really disappointed in Sarah when she cheated on you. You were good for her.”

“Oh, well, we were twenty, we might as well have been kids. Anyway, it’s forever ago now.”

“You don’t hold a grudge?”

“No, not at all,” I admit.

“That’s good. You were much better for her than any of the asshole’s she’s dated since you. She’s engaged now, did you know that?”

“No,” I admit. I find the thought of someone I was in a relationship with getting married unsettling. It makes me feel old.

“His name is Tom. He’s a fucking creep. He’s twice her age, I don’t like him. And I know he’s not as good in bed as you are,” she tells me with a smirk.

My eyes widen in surprise, “How do you know that?”

“I’ve always been very close to my daughter,” she says with a shrug, “She told me about everything you ever did to her in bed. Or in the backseat of your car. Or on a park bench.”

I don’t know what to say to that, and just sit there surprised. She’s visibly amused. She closes her eyes, lays on the back and we sit there in silence for a while.

Eventually she speaks again, “I used to get so turned on listening to you fuck her through our bedroom wall..”

I’m shocked, and sit there stunned for a moment, eventually replying, “I don’t know what to say to that.”

She opens her eyes and flicks them towards me for a second, smiling widely, enjoying my discomfort, “Just take the compliment.”

She closes her eyes again, and we sit in silence for a while. She breaks it eventually, “Sarah told me your favourite way to fuck her was with her ankles on your shoulders. She said it lets you get nice and deep with your big hard cock. Is that right?”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. My towel suddenly feels tight and I realise how turned on I am. I gather my thoughts and manage to respond, “Uh, I’m not sure I’d put it like that.”

“But you did like fucking her like that, right? When I lay in bed at night alone, listening to my daughters screams as you fucked her brains out, you were in that position more often than not?”

“Yes,” I admit.

She places a hand on her stomach, then tells me, “I used to listen to you fuck her and touch myself.” 

She slides her hand down, slipping her fingers inside her bottoms. She finds her clit and starts to stroke. I’m watching open mouthed, unable to believe what I’m seeing.

“I used to imagine you were fucking me instead of her,” she slowly raises her legs so her feet are pointing at the ceiling, while she rubs herself faster, “I used to lie like this and pretend your young muscular body was pressing on my legs, your big beautiful cock was thrusting in and out of my married pussy.”

She opens her eyes to look at me, a wide smile on her face. She beckons me to come towards her with her free hand. I do so, I stand in front of her face, and she reaches out and undoes my towel with her fingertips. My cock stands to attention in front of her face. She looks delighted.

“There it is,” she says as watches my cock stand there, open-mouthed. She shoves her other hand inside her bottoms. I stand there in silence watching her masturbate. Her fingers move furiously beneath the material. Her face contorts, her eyes never leaving my cock.

Then she tenses up, her body jerks suddenly once, twice, three times, and she relaxes. She takes a deep breath, then smiles widely at me, “Thanks, I needed that.”

I don’t know what to say, so I stand there silently as she stands up. She peels off her bikini bottoms, and I can see the neat little landing strip leading down to her glistening pussy. I am once again reminded of Sarah.

She hangs them on my cock and says, “Something to remember me by,” Then, she wraps a towel around her waist and leaves.

I suddenly remember I’m in a public space and someone could walk in at any time. I take her bottoms in my hand, I wrap my towel around myself once again, doing my best to hide my raging hard on, and I make my way out of the sauna to the changing room. I hop in the shower and stand under a stream of hot water for a bit processing everything. Did that actually just happen?

I realise I’m still holding her bottoms in my hand. I bring it up to my face and look at the material inside. There’s a big wet patch there. I take a long sniff. It smells amazing.

I stroke my cock while I smell her. I close my eyes and imagine I was fucking her in the sauna, her ankles on my shoulders, my cock thrusting into her, fucking her like I used to fuck Sarah.

I cum hard, white fluid spilling out onto the floor of the shower, straight down the drain. I stand there for a long time under the water, before I actually start to wash myself.

Eventually I’m dressed and leaving the gym, when I see Elaine, sitting in reception, wearing leggings and a pink zip up top. She has a wide smile on her face and she gets up when she sees me. She walks over to me, kisses me on the cheek and places a note in my hand, “Thanks for the workout, we must do it again sometime. Call me.”