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Published by Anderson on July 7, 2020 
I remember the first time I saw them.
I’d moved to San Diego immediately after graduating from high school. While I wouldn’t begin my freshman year until September, I’d found a decent job and I needed the money.
As a side benefit my employer provided membership at a fancy local gym, one I couldn’t have afforded. I was doing chest presses when a class got out in an upstairs studio. About two dozen women and a smattering of guys came down the stairs followed by several women talking animatedly to a striking rail-thin brunette. Standing next to her was a younger woman with the same color hair and same impressive build. Both wore skin-hugging leotards identical in style, although differing in color. As the knot of women moved across the room I overheard enough of the conversation to understand the older woman had been leading a pilates class.
After their entourage dispersed the two women lingered at the front counter talking to the attendant when the younger one noticed me checking them out. Busted, I gave her my best you-caught-me grin. She smiled, said something to the older woman, who turned, held my gaze for a beat, before returning her focus to her companions. A few minutes later, they left.
After finishing with the weights I went to the front desk. The older woman was Theresa Hollins; she taught several classes at the gym. The younger one was her daughter Jennie, a high school senior. The attendant made it clear I wasn’t the first guy who’d asked about them. I checked the schedule; Theresa would lead a steps class in a couple of days.
I was hanging downstairs when they came through the front door. They certainly didn’t mind being identified as mother and daughter, they looked alike, styled their hair the same way, although Jennie’s was longer, and their leotards were differently colored variations of each other. I introduced myself, Mrs. Hollins introduced herself and her daughter, said she hoped I’d enjoy the class.
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I soon found out that not only did they look alike, they shared the optimistic up-beat positive personality associated with aerobics instructors and were, as they appeared to be, in superb condition, pushing everyone, encouraging everyone, leaving all but a few in the dust.
After class, along with several others, I walked downstairs with Theresa and Jennie, offered to treat them to bottles of water after the crowd peeled away. Theresa declined, said she had an errand to run, told her daughter she could swing by on the way home and pick her up.
Jennie said sure, she could use a drink.
Two days later we shared a bed. Not too long after that, for the first time in my life, I told a woman I loved her.
I’d never been one for classes at health clubs, preferring to work-out with a buddies or on my own, but couldn’t see how to stop going without offending Mrs. Hollins and if it gave me an excuse to watch my girlfriend and her hot mother covered in thin veneers of sweat stretching and straining in skin-tight leotards, who’d say no to that?
We’d been seeing each other for about six weeks when, holding Jennie in the spoon position – we’d just rocked each other’s worlds on my one-room apartment’s undersized bed – she said, “You think my mother’s hot, don’t you?”
There was no point in denying it. Jennie and her Mom surely knew and neither seemed offended; Mrs. Hollins had been enthusiastic about my dating her daughter from day one.
“Yeah, it’s clear you come by some of your good looks naturally.”
“As hard as you and your Mom work-out, there’s a lot of sweat and dedication there.”
Bringing my hand to her mouth she kissed it and said, “Nice rescue,” then, smiling indecipherably, looked over her shoulder.
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“The guys I’ve known, they all think Mom’s hot. Most look at her furtively, sneakily, thinking they’re slick, that we don’t notice, but we do. Then there’s the guys who stare and drool, not cool. There are a few, I don’t know if they have more or less control, who look away even when they should be looking at her, like they don’t know how to handle it. You’re different. You don’t take creepy little looks, but when you have a reason to look you do and don’t seem to feel weird about it. Plus, you’re the first one to admit it.”
I didn’t say that, in addition to having a thing for hot younger women like her, I had a thing for hot older women, that I’d bedded a few back home. Instead, since it was clear that not only didn’t it bother her, but that she dug it, I said, “Yeah, I like looking at your Mom. Why do you bring it up, interested in a threesome?”
Laughing she said, “What makes you think I do women, and why are guys fascinated by threesomes, especially mothers and daughters?”
Making a mental note – she hadn’t said no or gotten offended – I said it must be some kind of biological or evolutionary imperative, and avoided the first question by kissing her. She kissed me back, reached for my dick.
Soon I was driving into her, shaking the flimsy bed, and she was totally into it, writhing, moaning, clutching my back, digging her fingers into me. Not that she wasn’t always into it, but if I wasn’t missing something this time more than ever.
The conversation about her mother had turned her on.
My phone rang, no name appeared. I thought about letting it roll to voice mail, but there was something familiar about the number, then I got it. It was one digit different from Jennie’s.
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“Hey Michael, it’s Theresa. Jennie gave me your number, we figured it’d be okay.”
“I never complain about a beautiful woman with my phone number. What can I do for you?”
After a moment’s hesitation, but no objection, she said, “Jennie’s talked about you so much that her father wants to meet you. Can you come to the house for drinks, then we’ll go to dinner.”
I checked Morgan’s on-line. Coat and tie? I didn’t own a coat and tie and my bank account was in no shape to buy them. While looking up the local consignment shops I realized I didn’t have Jennie’s home address; we’d always met in town. I considered texting Jennie, but pleased by the tone of my conversation with Mrs. Hollins, called her back.
She’d saved my number to her phone’s memory.
“Hey good looking, I just realized I don’t have your address.”
After a pause she said, “What if I told my daughter you called me ‘good looking’ and asked for my address?”
“Jennie and I are in complete agreement about her mother’s good looks. Is she there?”
“Only after a little more flirting.”
“I only get worse, now what’s the address?”
“I’ll text it to you, here’s my daughter.”
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Published by Anderson on July 7, 2020 
I remember the first time I saw them.
I’d moved to San Diego immediately after graduating from high school. While I wouldn’t begin my freshman year until September, I’d found a decent job and I needed the money.
As a side benefit my employer provided membership at a fancy local gym, one I couldn’t have afforded. I was doing chest presses when a class got out in an upstairs studio. About two dozen women and a smattering of guys came down the stairs followed by several women talking animatedly to a striking rail-thin brunette. Standing next to her was a younger woman with the same color hair and same impressive build. Both wore skin-hugging leotards identical in style, although differing in color. As the knot of women moved across the room I overheard enough of the conversation to understand the older woman had been leading a pilates class.
After their entourage dispersed the two women lingered at the front counter talking to the attendant when the younger one noticed me checking them out. Busted, I gave her my best you-caught-me grin. She smiled, said something to the older woman, who turned, held my gaze for a beat, before returning her focus to her companions. A few minutes later, they left.
After finishing with the weights I went to the front desk. The older woman was Theresa Hollins; she taught several classes at the gym. The younger one was her daughter Jennie, a high school senior. The attendant made it clear I wasn’t the first guy who’d asked about them. I checked the schedule; Theresa would lead a steps class in a couple of days.
I was hanging downstairs when they came through the front door. They certainly didn’t mind being identified as mother and daughter, they looked alike, styled their hair the same way, although Jennie’s was longer, and their leotards were differently colored variations of each other. I introduced myself, Mrs. Hollins introduced herself and her daughter, said she hoped I’d enjoy the class.
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I soon found out that not only did they look alike, they shared the optimistic up-beat positive personality associated with aerobics instructors and were, as they appeared to be, in superb condition, pushing everyone, encouraging everyone, leaving all but a few in the dust.
After class, along with several others, I walked downstairs with Theresa and Jennie, offered to treat them to bottles of water after the crowd peeled away. Theresa declined, said she had an errand to run, told her daughter she could swing by on the way home and pick her up.
Jennie said sure, she could use a drink.
Two days later we shared a bed. Not too long after that, for the first time in my life, I told a woman I loved her.
I’d never been one for classes at health clubs, preferring to work-out with a buddies or on my own, but couldn’t see how to stop going without offending Mrs. Hollins and if it gave me an excuse to watch my girlfriend and her hot mother covered in thin veneers of sweat stretching and straining in skin-tight leotards, who’d say no to that?
We’d been seeing each other for about six weeks when, holding Jennie in the spoon position – we’d just rocked each other’s worlds on my one-room apartment’s undersized bed – she said, “You think my mother’s hot, don’t you?”
There was no point in denying it. Jennie and her Mom surely knew and neither seemed offended; Mrs. Hollins had been enthusiastic about my dating her daughter from day one.
“Yeah, it’s clear you come by some of your good looks naturally.”
“As hard as you and your Mom work-out, there’s a lot of sweat and dedication there.”
Bringing my hand to her mouth she kissed it and said, “Nice rescue,” then, smiling indecipherably, looked over her shoulder.
Hot Sex stories: Son and his mom make some lasting memories
“The guys I’ve known, they all think Mom’s hot. Most look at her furtively, sneakily, thinking they’re slick, that we don’t notice, but we do. Then there’s the guys who stare and drool, not cool. There are a few, I don’t know if they have more or less control, who look away even when they should be looking at her, like they don’t know how to handle it. You’re different. You don’t take creepy little looks, but when you have a reason to look you do and don’t seem to feel weird about it. Plus, you’re the first one to admit it.”
I didn’t say that, in addition to having a thing for hot younger women like her, I had a thing for hot older women, that I’d bedded a few back home. Instead, since it was clear that not only didn’t it bother her, but that she dug it, I said, “Yeah, I like looking at your Mom. Why do you bring it up, interested in a threesome?”
Laughing she said, “What makes you think I do women, and why are guys fascinated by threesomes, especially mothers and daughters?”
Making a mental note – she hadn’t said no or gotten offended – I said it must be some kind of biological or evolutionary imperative, and avoided the first question by kissing her. She kissed me back, reached for my dick.
Soon I was driving into her, shaking the flimsy bed, and she was totally into it, writhing, moaning, clutching my back, digging her fingers into me. Not that she wasn’t always into it, but if I wasn’t missing something this time more than ever.
The conversation about her mother had turned her on.
My phone rang, no name appeared. I thought about letting it roll to voice mail, but there was something familiar about the number, then I got it. It was one digit different from Jennie’s.
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“Hey Michael, it’s Theresa. Jennie gave me your number, we figured it’d be okay.”
“I never complain about a beautiful woman with my phone number. What can I do for you?”
After a moment’s hesitation, but no objection, she said, “Jennie’s talked about you so much that her father wants to meet you. Can you come to the house for drinks, then we’ll go to dinner.”
I checked Morgan’s on-line. Coat and tie? I didn’t own a coat and tie and my bank account was in no shape to buy them. While looking up the local consignment shops I realized I didn’t have Jennie’s home address; we’d always met in town. I considered texting Jennie, but pleased by the tone of my conversation with Mrs. Hollins, called her back.
She’d saved my number to her phone’s memory.
“Hey good looking, I just realized I don’t have your address.”
After a pause she said, “What if I told my daughter you called me ‘good looking’ and asked for my address?”
“Jennie and I are in complete agreement about her mother’s good looks. Is she there?”
“Only after a little more flirting.”
“I only get worse, now what’s the address?”
“I’ll text it to you, here’s my daughter.”
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