32. Gym Time with the Neighbor Milf
Last night, after Mom had drained every last drop of my cum, she laid down the law as she headed off to work that morning: it was fine for me to hook up with other women, but I had to save some stamina for her in the evening.
Mom still hadn't fully figured out how to balance her roles as my mother and my lover. I got it, though—she encouraged me to date other girls while still wanting to own me completely. Hell, I treated her differently too, depending on the situation.
Up to now, we'd been your average mother and son on the daily, just a horny stud and his bitch in heat when we fucked, and it worked great. No need to overthink it. But her reaction this time left me a little thrown.
Mulling all that over, I scarfed down some bread for breakfast and headed to the gym right on time for my workout with Suyeon.
I pushed open the gym door, and there she was already, waving me over with a big smile. Same as always: tank top workout gear hugging her curves and skin-tight leggings.
"Hyeonmin, you made it!"
"Hey, Suyeon. You're here early."
"Just got here a bit ago. Man, trying to work out without you yesterday was so boring."
"They say you don't miss the well-trodden path, but you sure miss the one that's gone. I feel empty working out solo without you now too."
"Hoho, you sweet-talker. Back in high school you were so quiet, but look at you now, all smooth and sly."
"Haha, you think? What should we start with today?"
"Hmm, back first, then legs?"
"Sounds good."
Ever since we started training together last week, Suyeon and I had gotten way closer. From just neighborly hellos to feeling like friends despite the age gap.
We chatted about nothing important as we headed to the machines. At the lat pulldown first, like usual, I demoed it—showing proper form, which muscles it hit, the works. She'd feel the muscles firing as I went, and after a week of this, touching each other was no big deal anymore.
I'd touch her spots while spotting her form; she'd grab my muscles. She didn't mind at all—in fact, she'd ask me to check if her target muscles were activating right.
Right now, as I gripped the bar and pulled down, Suyeon's hands roamed my contracting back with each rep.
I finished my set and stepped off. She adjusted the weight for herself and started pulling. I stood behind, fingertips tracing her back to check activation.
Looking down from above, her watermelon-sized tits and that deep, endless cleavage were right there in my face. And today, her tank was cut even lower up top, like those massive melons could bounce right out any second.
Wait... where's her bra?
Usually, I'd catch glimpses of her sports bra through the gaps, but today? Nothing, even with her chest practically spilling out. No nipple poke through the fabric either...
Every pull and release, her jiggling tits teased something peeking out, then hiding again.
[Gulp...]
Not like it was my first rack, but my throat went dry anyway. I swallowed hard, eyes locked on whatever was flickering in and out of view, dying to ID it.
"Having you spot me makes this feel so much more effective."
"Y-yeah? Glad to hear it, haha."
She finished her set and turned, catching me mid-stare. I yanked my eyes up fast, but she smirked like she knew exactly where I'd been looking—lewd and knowing.
She stepped aside, and I rushed to sit, eager to sneak another peek inside that tank. Her hands on my back as I pulled felt different now—less clinical, more teasing. Not checking muscles, but stroking to get my cock stirring...
I powered through my set before I got fully hard and passed it back.
Her turn again. But this time, no bracing her torso—she leaned into the momentum, thrusting her chest out harder. The tank stretched taut, and one of those huge tits started slipping free, inch by inch.
Finally, the whole watermelon flopped out. And there it was—the peak that'd piqued my curiosity: a big nipple patch clinging to her wide, reddish-purple areola, thick nipple underneath, perfectly matched to that monster tit.
"Oh my!"
Her voice sounded shocked, but the hand "fixing" it moved in slow motion, like she wanted me to get a good, long look. Her face? Pure seduction, gauging my reaction.
"Oops, showing you something naughty, Hyeonmin. Sorry for flashing my old lady tits~"
"Nah, it was an accident. And they're not ugly at all—super sexy, actually."
"What? Hoho, trying to motorboat your auntie? Still, that makes me happy, Hyeonmin~"
That devilish smile sealed it. As a guy who'd already bagged two milfs, I could tell: she was seducing me.
...
We wrapped lat pulldowns and moved to squats at the Smith machine.
Suyeon went first, bar on her traps, slowly dropping her ass. Spotting from behind, I gripped her waist. That ass—glorious. "Monumental" didn't cover it; the squat stance made it jut out even more obscene.
Every curve hugged by leggings, thick fabric the only downside—no see-through to her bare cheeks.
Bold move: I pressed my crotch right into that protruding ass. Up and down she went, grinding my cock along the way.
A few reps in, I was rock-hard, poking her cheeks, but she acted casual, just squatting slow and steady.
This milf wants a taste of my dick.
Reading her game, I wedged my throbbing shaft between her cheeks, sliding my hands from waist to underboob for support. Firm yet heavy—exactly like that bare tit I'd just seen. Made sense for udders that size.
I gave one a sneaky squeeze, soft and pillowy. Technically, the son of her "little sis" neighbor was dry-humping her ass and groping her rack—but zero pushback. Confirmation: she craved my cock.
[Clank]
"Ahh, that felt good~"
She racked the bar with a loaded double entendre and yielded the spot.
My turn. Bar on, squat down—every rise made my raging boner flop wildly in my shorts. Ever since that no-panties outing last time, I'd gotten hooked on the freedom; close to home, I went commando now. My swollen monster swung loose.
In the mirror ahead, Suyeon stared, face flushed, eyes burning with lust.
"Oh wow, Hyeonmin, you're so sturdy❤️"
She stroked my pumped glutes in praise, but her gaze was glued lower—to my dick dancing in my shorts. No doubt, mesmerized by my meat.
...
At this point, I could've just railed her right there, no fallout. But making her spread her pussy and beg for my cock? Way hotter. So I kept the touches teasing through the rest of the workout, ramping the heat without escalating.
"Hyeonmin, no plans after? Wanna grab lunch together?"
"Hell yeah!"
An hour of near-foreplay disguised as training later, her cheeks rosy, she laid her trap: lunch invite.
I was curious what she'd pull post-meal. We split for showers, reconvening at the gym entrance.
"What're you craving, Hyeonmin?"
"Anything tasty works for me."
"Alright then, how about eel for lunch?"
Eel right off the bat? Her intent was crystal clear.
"Sure, I know a great spot. Let's go there."
"Sounds perfect~"