As the door slammed shut behind Amanda, I walked over, locked it and rested my head against the cold wooden frame breathing out heavily.
What had just happened there? Had I just agreed to go and cheat on my boyfriend with his mother? I could still taste her kiss on my lips, my fingers still tingling from where I had traced the outlines of her hard muscles. The site of her bare muscular breasts straining and stretching in front of me, their hardness bouncing before my eyes.
Turning round, my back pressed against the door, I ungracefully slid down it, my head bowed.
What was my boyfriend's mum, Amanda doing? More importantly, what was I doing?
Opening my eyes as I sat in a heap by the front door, I could see my nipples hard against my t-shirt. I could feel them tight in my bra, I felt damp between my legs.
Whatever I was doing, I was Sarah, living with John and aroused by his mother.
***
As Amanda jumped into her car before she drove home, she grabbed a sports bra from the front seat to cover her breasts. Slapping the thick material over her hard pecs, she wound the windows down on the car, hung a muscular arm out and drove off at speed.
The car was silent apart from the roar of the engine as she drove aggressively through the town centre, past the bar when Sarah and John both worked, and took the main road back to her house.
The house had been given to her as part of her divorce settlement from John's father, James. Every time she pulled onto the drive, and entered the empty house she cursed him. The cheating no good bastard, who had waited for John to leave home, before disappearing with his much younger slut of a girlfriend.
Her face was set hard as she walked into the dark and empty house. Walking past her living room, dining room and kitchen, she opened a side door and entered her empty gym. Pulling off her bra and tracksuit bottoms she stood naked in front of a full length mirror. The spot lights from the ceiling angled to show the bulges and ripples of her powerful body.
Amanda lifted her huge fifty year old arms and flexed them hard. Her small breasts tightened as her immense pec muscles constricted her chest. Hard six pack muscles looked back at her as she tensed her entire body. Lowering one arm she ran it over her prominent labia and clit that poked through her dense pubic hair, before slapping herself brutally.
The slap, even though it connected with her wild pubic hair, was like a gunshot in the empty room.
"Yes", she said to herself roughly, as she slapped herself again, her mind turning to Sarah.
Turning on her heel slightly to look closer at her naked body, her thighs exploded, the muscles at the top of her legs opening her labia wider.
She slapped herself a third time, shouting at herself, "Yes, Sarah, yes", and roughly inserted three fingers into herself.
Pushing her fingers deeper, she furiously worked her clit with her thumb. Watching her reflection in the mirror her muscular body tensing and relaxing as she thought of Sarah's young busty body. She thought of those large breasts on Sarah's skinny frame, imagined biting down on Sarah's nipples and making the younger woman worship her.
Without changing the pace of her furious self love, Amanda reached orgasm in less than a minute. Her juices squirting over her hand and coating her thick mound of pubic hair. Panting she wiped her sticky hand across six pack abs, and then stopped .
With a loud groan, Amanda lowered her still flexed arm, relaxed her muscles and her face contorted in pain. The shooting pains across her back were getting worse, the years of over training finally catching up with her. She limped across the gym and took four different pain killers, swallowing them like sweets, wishing the pain away.
***
I don't know how long I sat by the front door, but as the early evening turned into night, I realised it was time for bed. Not that I thought I would be able to sleep, with everything running through my head.
Standing, I walked upstairs, removing my t-shirt and throwing it on the stairs, before taking my bra off eagerly. My large breasts were aching after those two long hours training in the gym earlier.
Walking into the bathroom, I pulled my shorts and knickers down and sat on the toilet. Opposite me in the bathroom mirror, I noticed my nipples had hardened again. I gently touched one, ouch she was hard and sore. Pissing in silence I slid my hand down my stomach and just rested my fingers on the small trimmed tuft of hair above my pussy.
Oh my god that feels good.
I shook my head, ewww, I am not going to get myself off on the toilet. Standing up I walked into the shower, and started to wash. The water was warm on my skin and I turned to face the shower head, the water bouncing off my breasts and running down my stomach.
Again I felt this urge to... No, I cannot get myself off in the shower.
But...
Removing the shower head I brought it down and pushed it hard against my pussy, the water aimed at my clit. Using my free hand I slowly used a fingernail to move my labia and...
..my legs buckled and I almost fell. My pussy felt like it was on fire and all I could think of was the need to release. Greedily I rubbed my clit, hunched over, water spraying everywhere and as I orgasmed, I just wanted to do it again and again.
But it's not enough. I want the real thing. But with who?
***
I woke up at 9:00AM as the alarm went off, John turned over and looked at me, half asleep. I smiled and killed the alarm, moving to sit up in bed as quietly as I could. I had heard him come back home after working late, he would be exhausted. So I gradually leant forward to swing my legs out of bed and...
