The Muscular Mrs. Jones Part 2
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What happens when a young boy meets his new friends bodybuilding soccer mom?


SIDE NOTE:

I have been asked what Mrs. Jones' measurements are. So for clarity sake her
we go in inches.

Biceps: 17.5

Quads: 27

Waist: 23

Chest: 37

Calves: 17

'Dinners ready!!'

Mrs. Jones called from downstairs.

'You ready to grub?' Sebastian asked.

Ready to grub and see a little more of Jinni.

As we headed downstairs the smell of a wholesome dinner wafted towards me.
Mrs. Jones had cleaned up a little and was in the kitchen finishing up dinner.

'Where is this soccer superstar I have heard so much about?' came a voice from
down the hall.

I turned to see a man whom I recognized from the photo as Sebastian's father.

'I'm right here sir.'

'I'm Bill. Sebastian's father'' Bill was a shorter guy about five six; he was
a little dumpy and was balding slightly. I still find it hard to believe this
was the guy that slept next to the muscle goddess Mrs. Jones. 'Sebastian tells
me you're quite a soccer star.'

'I try sir.' I blurted out.

'Dinners getting cold.' Mrs. Jones called. Even separated from her body, Mrs.
Jones' voice had an aphrodisiac effect on me. It was so soft and smooth, the
auditory equivalent of sticking a spoon full of warm honey in your mouth.

We hurried around the corner. WHAT WAS MRS. JONES TRYING TO DO TO ME? She had
changed outfits from before, what she was wearing may have been more casual,
but it was still insanely hot, then again with that body even a bed sheet
would look insanely hot on her.

Mrs. Jones had poured that molten hot body of she-muscle into pair of
extremely short-shorts. The shorts where cut high on the hips and butt. The
bottom of her fantastically chiseled glutes hung out of the back of them. As
Mrs. Jones moved around the kitchen her glutes tightened and flexed in her
tight shorts. Little lines of muscle danced across her tanned ass cheeks.

As Mrs. Jones moved around the room preparing dinner, her body sang an amazing
song of muscle and power to me. As she reached into the cabinets for plates,
her calves and legs exploded with bulging, brown muscle. When she put the pots
and pans away huge veins run across her bicep peaks. I looked around at
Sebastian and Bill, where they getting this? Was this erotic display of muscle
fazing them as much as it fazed me? But they both where cool as cucumbers.

On top Mrs. Jones was wearing a short shirt that was cut high to reveal the
walls of muscle in her tight stomach, her shorts where cut low and plunged far
below her belly button, revealingly her to die for eight pack. As Mrs. Jones
talked I noticed that her breaths caused her stomach to flex and tighten
sending little veins running this way and that. I needed to sit down, I was
getting over heated.

'How was your day Honey?' Mrs. Jones asked Bill.

'Fantastic, now that I am home with my, little wife.'

Bill moved over to his heavily muscled better half and placed his hands around
her tiny rippling waist and brought her in for a kiss. His fat belly brushed
up against her rock her tummy. What a lucky guy was all I could think.

'I see you have been hard at work as well Jinni.' Bill said stepping away and
admiring his wife's physique. 'What did you work today.'

'Just blasted my tri's and calves.' As she said this she snapped back and
brought out her arm straight in front of her flexing her triceps. The muscles
slowly flexed out sending a brick of muscle pushing up her skin. Although I
had seen Mrs. June's muscles ripple in passing I had never seen her fully flex
them before. It was completely wild; Mrs. Jones triceps where so thick I could
hide my overdue library books in there.

Next Mrs. Jones turned her back to us and stood on her tippy-toes causing her
calves explode into rock hard diamonds of fierce she muscle. Tiny veins shoot
across them.

'Looking good sweetie.' Rob said as he grabbed Mrs. Jones arm. He rubbed his
hand up and down the hugely shredded piece of beefy arm muscle. I noticed a
little bit of drool stream out of the side of his mouth. Seductively Jinni
brought him in close to her and gave him a long deep kiss on the lips.

'You are my inspiration Honey. That and I've got to be in good shape to
protect my little Sebastian over there.'

I would have traded every single Playstation game I ever had to be Mister
Jones. To have this life, to have this great house and of course to be married
to such a perfect creature as Mrs. Jones ... Hell I would have traded every
PlayStation game I had just to be Mister Jones' hand and caress the amazing
chunk of arm muscle.

We sat down to a delicious dinner of pasta and breaded chicken with salad and
vegetables. I noticed Mrs. Jones wasn't eating the same food we where. Her
plate was stacked high with grilled chicken breasts and steamed vegetables.

'Do you want a piece of Pasta Jinni?' I asked thinking that she had run out of
food.

Everyone at the table laughed.

'Aren't you sweet. I'm on a special diet for my weight training.' She replied
with that insanely sexy voice.

'You don't get a set of abs like this, chowing down on chicken and pasta.'
Mister Jones added scarfing down a huge serving pasta. He then gave his wife's
shredded mid-section a light pinch. Her skin was paper thin as it pulled
tightly over her crisp abdominal muscles.

'Oh Rob.' Jinni laughed as she slapped her husband's hand away. ' Do you want
any juice with dinner?'

'I'll take some apple Juice.' Sebastian yelled out.

'So will I.' I interjected. Anything to see Mrs. Jones' muscles back in
action.

This woman was incapable of doing anything with out making it an completely
erotic display of muscular power. As Jinni pulled open her refrigerator door.
It set a chunk of lat muscle on fire causing to thicken to enormous girth. She
pulled out a bottle of Apple Juice. The lid must have been on pretty tight,
because Mrs. Jones had to strain in order to open up the top. This sent those
huge shredded pecs into overdrive. Striations shot out from the center of her
thick chest. The cap of that bottle was definitely on my side because it
wasn't budging. God bless her, Mrs. Jones tried even harder. Deep blue veins
appeared under her dark tan. Her huge neck muscles came into play, they pushed
up the thin straps of her t-shirt. She even had huge veins there on her neck,
they streaked across her neck, in an obscene display of power. It looked like
her neck muscles where connected to her ears. Her chest looked like it was
about to explode ... hell I was about to explode as ... POP!! The cap slipped
off. Just in time because I was about to pop off in my pants.

Mister Jones gave me a little smirk.

'Tough little sucker.' Mrs. Jones said as she shock out her arms and chest
causing her pecs to dance up and down.

She put the bottle on the table. It was the best apple juice I ever tasted.

After dinner Sebastian and I kicked the soccer ball around and talked about
what we could do tomorrow morning.

'I mean we could go to the beach or my mom can take us to the beach?'
Sebastian suggested.

That one was easy traipse around the mall or see Mrs. Jones in a bathing
suite.

'The beach sounds cool.' I said. Trying to sound nonchalant.

'Yeah it could be fun.' Sebastian said sending a hard kick in my direction.

As it grew dark we put the soccer ball back in the bedroom.

We went into the living room to say goodnight to Jinni and Bill. They where
watching television. Mrs. Jones had her legs propped up on the glass coffee
table. If I moved my head around in the right away I could get a nice gander
down the side of Mrs. Jones' quad and stare at the bottom of her crisp glute
muscle. As she shifted her legs it set caused her huge hamstring muscle to
bunch up and flex.

'I think we are going to sleep now Mom. We where talking about going to beach
tomorrow.' Sebastian said.

'Sounds good honey. I have to work tomorrow morning but after that I would be
happy to talk you guys.' Mrs. Jones said.

'Good night guys.' Bill added as he gently fondled the thick muscle of Mrs.
Jones' arm.

'Good night Bill and Jinni I said as I headed upstairs.

As I closed my eyes that night I recounted my day. From that first glimpse of
Mrs. Jones' titanic back to her amazingly erotic display opening that bottle
of apple juice what a day it had been, and tomorrow I was going to see Mrs.
Jones in a bathing suit on the beach. I was like a kid on Christmas eve.