Luke's Mumbymangrove jack©
"Come over to my place tonight we can work on mum's home gym," Luke said as they put their gear away after the last game of the season.
Blake knew that he needed to build up his strength. He was fast in attack. His coach said he was the fastest in the city competition. The trouble was his defence.
In attack, he could beat most opponents through sheer speed. It was in defence where he let the side down. When he tackled them, they just brushed him away. "Build up your bloody strength and you'll be worth your weight in gold," coach Bullard told him after the game.
"This is Rugby League lad; we can't run on both attacking and defending sides like Yankee football. You have to be both; you have to play the full ninety minutes. It doesn't matter to me how fast you can run, its defence that counts."
Luke's mum slowed down as she reached home after her regular evening run, Blake pulled up beside her.
"Hi Mrs. Russo, still running every day?" he asked as they stopped to walk in the front gate. Kaleena Russo smiled, "yes Blake, I can't get it out of my system. Running has been apart of my life since I was a kid."
Blake walked behind her as they entered her house. He couldn't help but admire her long thin body. The movement of her hard round bum attracted his eyes. There was a wet patch down the back of her training pants, leading interestingly to a well-defined split in her backside. Not bad for an oldie, he thought
Most women her age would die for a body like hers. She did not carry an ounce of unwanted fat. Her tummy was flat and hard, yet he noticed for the first time that her breasts looked soft and round.
He whistled, "My god you look great,"
"Why thank you Blake what brought that on?" "I was studying you as we came up the path. You have not grown fat like many of my mates mums; you still have the figure of a girl. You've got a great body, Mrs. Russo."
"Thank you that's a lovely compliment. I grew up in an athletic family. My dad was a top coach."
"I have exercised all my life. I don't run to keep thin but if I stop now I will put on weight." She looked back at him and smiled, "what I need to make it more enjoyable is a running partner; one fit enough to keep up with me."
"Luke tells me you're the fastest runner at school. If you ever need a running partner, I would be available. Especially if you promise to be kind to an old lady and not go too fast," she said with a chuckle.
Blake thought I have had enough bloody running. Being fast is not the answer. He started to tell her he wasn't interested in running. Then realized that she would probably think he didn't want to run with her because she was too old.
He took her by the hand, "please Mrs. Russo sit here. I need to explain myself."
Blake was blushing and so embarrassed that when they sat together on the lounge he forgot to let go of her hand. "Your not old he said, as his eyes ran over her body once more. I would love to run with you, but running is not my problem. It's my lack of bulk, my lack of strength, my inability to tackle hard and knock my opponents down."
Kaleena Russo had always had a soft spot for Blake; he had been Luke's best mate for years. She had watched him grow up. My god, she thought as they sat close together, he has grown into a handsome young thing. She smiled; it was a long time since she had sat holding hands with a young man. She was enjoying his interest.
"Luke said we could work out on your home gym equipment," Blake said as he realized he had been holding her hand. She gave his hand a squeeze, "that's a good idea I'll drop down and help you set it up, after I've had a shower."
Some time later Kaleena Russo stood in the doorway of her private gym. It was quiet out here in the back of their detached garage. Luke was slumped on the old sofa watching TV, while Blake was working with some light weights.
As he exercised, Blake was thinking about sex. He sighed I still haven't scored and I'm bloody nineteen. I've got to score soon he thought, as he struggled to think of any possible opportunities amongst the girls at school.
Luke had told him about the Parker twins, the blonde bimbos that hung around the team putting out for the top players. He remembered Luke saying that they always blow the best players after each game. His cock grew hard as he remembered how Luke had described in detail his afternoon with both of them. Blake groaned as he tried to imagine two sets of hot red lips attacking his cock.
His cock stirred as his imagination ran out of control. It expanded and grew hard caught up in his shorts. Not knowing Mrs. Russo was watching he shoved his hands down the front of his close fitting Lycra shorts.
He gave his cock a couple of rubs before straightening it. After he removed his hand, his cock was harder still, pushing up towards his navel.
Kaleena felt for Blake, she knew what it was to want to make the team and be rejected. There is nothing wrong with his body, she thought. He has a good strong frame, he just needs to do the right exercises and he will be right.
She put her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. Dave had pushed his hand down the front of his shorts; he clearly had an erection. My god she thought, he's playing with himself. She blushed as he removed his hand, leaving his long hard cock erect in his shorts.
Kaleena's mouth went dry; she couldn't help but stare at what was clearly an erect penis. It was hard to remember when she had last seen an erection, even one hidden by a pair of skintight shorts. She could feel herself blushing as her eyes returned repeatedly to Blake's cock. She crept away, back to the safety of her own kitchen.
Her husband Harry was a couch potato. He refused to exercise and drank far too much beer. The last time he had got sexually excited when they were together, was over a year ago.
As she prepared dinner, Kaleena could not get Blake out of her mind. "Tell me what's wrong with Blake?" she asked Luke as they sat down to dinner. "There is nothing wrong with him. Coach Bullard says he's too light. When next season starts, he is going to drop him from the team."
"I though he was the fastest runner in the team," Harry said, taking an interest for the first time
"Yep he can beat us all, but he is not worth a crumpet in defence. Blake knows it. He admits that our bigger opponents just brush past him. He wants to prove coach wrong, but doesn't know what to do."
He looked at his mum, "I told him you would let him use your gym."
Harry had been eating quietly, "why don't you help him Kaleena. You have been around athletes all your life. You know what to do." "I don't really," she replied. "I know how to train someone to run; you need a specialist to build muscle and strength in the right places."
"Georgia Grant is all muscles and no brain, she might help," Harry said with a laugh. "Yes that's an idea," Kaleena said, "She has won state body building titles and has her own gym."
Harry pushed back from the table. "Oh hell I was only joking. That ugly muscle bound bitch would turn him into a freak." Harry didn't stop. "I think I read where she had 16 inch biceps and 22 inch thighs. She's a bloody freak, not a woman that you'd want to take to bed."
Kaleena stamped her foot, "Oh Harry don't be so stupid, we are not talking about taking someone to bed. We are thinking of ways to help poor Blake stay on the footy team."
Kaleena had been thinking of Blake when her doorbell Rang. "Hi," Blake said as she opened the door, "are you going to run today?" "Of course," she answered automatically, "let me get changed into my running gear."
In her bedroom, she threw her old outfit into the dirty wash and took out a new one. She had purchased it sometime ago. When she got it home and tried it on, she had thought it was too daring. She had never worn it again.
The shiny black outfit highlighted her breasts. It was cut very high on her thighs, pulling tight across her pussy. Today as she looked at herself in the mirror, she winked, "you look great." she whispered.
She was a little disappointed when Blake didn't seem to notice the new outfit and didn't say anything. She wouldn't have been disappointed, if she could have read his mind.
Blake's cock had stirred in his pants as she came back into the room. He tried to hide his interest but couldn't help admire her long legs and what looked like prominent pussy lips. He inwardly cautioned himself to behave and not forget that she was Luke's mum.
They set off together, their pace building up until they were both breathing heavy. Sweat started to run down their bodies under their running gear. They didn't talk, concentrating on making good time.
When they turned for home Kaleena passed him her water bottle, "Let's stop for a minute I want to talk to you about football."
"Do you really want to make the team next year?" she asked. When he nodded his head she said, "Ok, are you willing to work hard and give up a few hours every day to meet a tough fitness program."
Blake smiled, "are you going to tell me what this is about."
She returned the smile," I have a friend who is a bodybuilding fanatic. I spoke to her today. She wants to talk to you. If she likes you and thinks you can make it. She will take on the job."
"What job?" Blake asked. "She calls it a job because she runs a body building business. She is paid to help boxers and wrestlers, people like that. You must understand she is doing this for free, as a favor to me. If you are not going to stay the distance, tell me now. If not, let's drop into her house, it's just down the road."
Georgia Grant opened the door. "Hi," she said in a voice so soft and smooth Blake immediately thought of honey.
"Come in sweetie," she whispered. "So you're Blake, I have heard a lot about you." She looked at Kaleena, "your right he's handsome."
She turned her attention to Blake. "So you want to build a strong body. You want to do it before the next rugby league season, is that right?"
Before he could answer, she ran her hand over his chest and squeezed his arm. "Kaleena tells me that you are smart. She also said you have a good frame. You will need that to build on, as we develop some extra beef."
She slipped off her coat. Standing legs apart in the tiniest of bikinis, she looked at Blake. "Don't worry; you are not going to look like this." She rippled the muscles on her arms and posed so her chest expanded.
"If you look close, you can see that we can work on your body to build muscle. You can be bigger without being fat. I do not use drugs, or anabolic steroids. If I had used them, you could easily tell my voice would be a lot deeper."
"Your voice is sweet and soft it reminds me of honey," Blake said as he inspected her superb but tightly muscled body.
"Oh he's a real charmer isn't he?" Georgia said as she looked over at Kaleena.
Turning back to Blake she said, "My advice to you, is to tell no one you are working with me. It will be better for us both in the end. I have received a lot of publicity after winning bodybuilding competitions. There are a few men and quite a lot of women in this town who don't like me. They call people with bodies like mine freaks."
"They don't believe a woman should have muscles. They leave me alone, but they might give you a hard time, if they know you are working with me. If they ask questions when they notice the changes in your body, tell them you're training with Kaleena."
She turned to Kaleena "go and make me a cup of coffee while I check him over." When Kaleena left, she very deliberately and suggestively licked her lips.
"Now strip off your gear and let me have a look at you." Blake looked around for a dressing room. "Don't be silly, you don't need to leave, just strip off and get on that scale."
When Blake stood nude on the scale, she moved over and ran her hands over his body. She took his half-erect cock in her hands and held his balls. She smiled as she asked him to cough and take deep breaths. Still holding his cock, she gave it a squeeze as it started to grow and expand in her hand.
She spoke to Kaleena while they sipped their coffee. "If he does as he's told, sticks to his diet and turns up every day, it will be relatively easy." "I'm currently working with a jockey who wants to be stronger but lighter, that's a much more difficult task."
"Leave it to me. I will make an appointment with Doctor Mary Varghese. She is a sports medicine specialist. If she gives him the ok, we can start immediately. This will be fun," she said, as she ran her eyes over Blake.
When Blake went to the toilet, Georgia turned quickly to Kaleena. "Have you fucked him yet?" "Oh no Georgia, it's not like that" "Don't give me that rubbish. He is horny for you. I saw the way he was looking at you. Its up to you, he's too inexperienced to know how to start an affair."
"Do it sweetie, don't let your self dry up being faithful to that drunken old fart you call a husband. Blake's more than adequately supplied, he'll put a smile on your face."
"I'll build up his stamina. When I finish with him, he will fuck all night. Make up your mind, If you don't fuck him, I will." She grinned, "come to think of it, it won't make any difference whether you do or not, because I will."
Blake sat in the doctor's waiting room studying the red headed receptionist. Her dark red shiny lipstick had drawn his attention to her lips and mouth. He was imagining her sucking his cock when she stood up, "Doctor will see you now."
Mary Varghese came around her desk to shake Blake's hands. "So you're the young man that has made Georgia and Kaleena so excited," she said as she sat beside him on the couch.
Mary Varghese was a short voluptuous olive skinned beauty of Middle Eastern origin. Blake loved her smiling face; his eyes and his cock were more interested in her magnificent breasts.
She was all business. Blake had never had such a thorough check up. Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, hands, fingers, legs, knees, and feet, she systematically went all over him. He was made work on various machines, while she checked his heartbeat and blood pressure.
Finally she put her stethoscope down, "you are a very fit young man," she smiled as her hand brushed lightly across his very stiff cock, "and a virile one too."
Blake had not been able to contain his cock. She wore a white doctors coat and as far as he could see, nothing under it. Every time she bent over, the top of the coat would fall open, giving him a perfect view down her body.
Her breasts were so big, that he was surprised they didn't appear to sag; He had licked his lips when a thick black nipple stood out, catching his eye.
"I'm sorry" he apologized. "I couldn't stop staring you're so beautiful." Mary ran her fingers through her grey-flecked hair, shaking it loose. "Don't apologize; it's a compliment when a nineteen year old man gets excited over my old body."
He licked his lips nervously, "age doesn't matter," he whispered, "You are really beautiful."
She smiled at him and gave his cock a squeeze, "get out of here, before I do something I'll regret." Blake put his hand over hers, holding it on his bare cock. "I'm so excited I can't leave like this."
He watched as she licked her lips. "I don't make a habit of this," she said quietly. After a moments reflection she retrieved some lotion from her desk, squeezed some on the palm of her hand and commenced stroking his cock.
Blake was stunned; never in his wildest dreams had he expected to end his visit with the doctor giving him a hand job. He caught his breath, when he realized she was breathing heavier every minute. "Touch my breasts," she moaned.
He pushed his hand down the front of her coat popping a button. He took one breast in his hand. "Yes, that's it," she moaned as he ran his fingers over her long nipple.
Having his hand fondle her breast sent him over the top, he felt his sperm building up. "I'm going to come," he groaned. She smiled, and gathered some tissues off the desk, "that's good, let it go."
He heard her sigh. She continued to stroke his cock while it emptied his pent up energy. Shit its going everywhere he though, when he saw it splash on her coat.
Blake did not know what to do or say, so he leant over and kissed her on the lips forcing his tongue into her generous mouth. She kissed him back and whispered, "Are you finished?"
Her face was flushed as she wiped him clean, then handed him some tissues, "clean up and get dressed," she whispered.
She was all business once again. Picking up the phone, she spoke to her receptionist, "schedule this young man for my last appointment next Friday evening, and make sure his blood tests are back." Blake moved to kiss her, but she ushered him out into the waiting room, "whose next?" she asked the receptionist.
Hours later Blake was lying on his bed stroking his cock, reliving those hectic minutes with the doctor, when his mum called, "you are wanted on the phone, it's a lady."
When he answered, Georgia laughed, "hi, it's me, and I'm no lady." "Is that so?" he replied, as he made sure his mother could not hear. "I'll let you discover for yourself whether I'm a lady or not, when you join me next week."
Her tone changed, "Enough of this foreplay. I rang to say Mary has sent your blood away for testing. In the meantime, just train each afternoon with Kaleena, until we hear back from them. Ring me after Mary finishes with you on Friday and let me know what she says."
Kaleena had taken her time preparing for her afternoon run with Blake. She kept telling herself that she was giving her running gear a much needed make over. She found it hard not to admit, that Blake's obvious appreciation of her body was the real reason.
She had caught Blake staring at her breasts on many occasions during their afternoon runs. He likes my breasts, she thought. One of these days, I'll run without a bra and see how he reacts.
She had washed her hair, letting it hang loose down her back instead of tying it up short. Georgia had told her she looked younger with her long hair down. The scent of her new perfume filled her nostrils. I hope I'm not making it too obvious she thought.
She was thinking more and more of Blake. She blushed as she recalled how last night she had become excited and came when she dreamt of Blake sucking on her nipples."
"Georgia says he is horny for me," she whispered as she pushed her breasts up with her hands. She smiled at her reflection in the hallway mirror; "let's see what he does, when he sees me now."
While Blake stood outside waiting, he recalled the highlights of his visit to the doctors. He still couldn't quite believe what had happened. He shook his head, nobody would believe that at their first meeting, Doctor Varghese had let him play with her breasts and jacked him off.
Blake stared at Kaleena as she came out her door, but didn't really see her. He was seeing the doctors flushed face and her wide grin as she cleaned up his cock.
Kaleena was hurt. Blake had not noticed her new outfit. All her efforts to make herself more beautiful had been in vain. She grew angry with her self. You silly bitch, she thought. He's only a kid; you should have known that he wouldn't be interested in you.
They ran in silence for quite some time before Blake realized that she wasn't talking to him. When he stopped dreaming about his next doctor's visit, he found that Kaleena was yards away and running strongly. His eyes locked on her bobbing backside as he set out to catch her.
He gasped for breath. He felt his cock lurch and start to unwind. "That's a great arse," he whispered to himself, as he drew level and looked over at her breasts.
"What did you say?" she asked. Blake was stunned; he had thought she could not possibly hear him. Kaleena knew what he had said. She kept a straight face as his face went red and he started to splutter.