Initially, she continued as before, and I was not sure if she noticed me, but after 10 minutes, she looked at me through the mirror and smiled, "Grant, come on in. Sit down and watch if you are interested."
"Diana, you look terrific in these yoga clothes. The exercises must be very helpful."
"Thank you, young man. You look great yourself, and you do not do yoga."
"I do other exercises."
She smirked, "Except for working out in the bedroom with Ella, do you do anything else?"
I blushed, "Lately, I rarely go to the health club, but every morning, I exercise for half an hour."
"Good to know. I'd love to watch you work out, too."
"No problem. After eating breakfast with Ella, I'll be working for about an hour and a half on my computer and start my exercise at 9 o'clock."
"I'll visit you then."
I returned to my room and got busy working on my computer. At 8:55, I removed my tee shirt and began my routine: Squats, planks, lunges, and push-ups. Twenty minutes into it, I spotted Diana leaning on the door frame, watching me. She had a funny expression I could not decipher. I finished 50 push-ups and stood up, all sweaty.
I gazed at Diana and smiled, "What do you think?"
"Your body reminds me of a Roman god."
"Thank you. By the way, I still recall the first time I ate dinner here. The food Sofia made was excellent, but it was full of calories. If she made you similar meals every evening, how could you keep such a gorgeous figure?"
"Grant dear, you always start talking to me with a compliment. Are you an exceptional gentleman? Want something? Or just flirting?"
I laughed, "I wouldn't say I am a gentleman, and I do not need anything. Seeing you handle the difficult poses with such grace is an attractive and sensual sight."
She grinned, "Interesting. We feel the same way about the other's workout. I suspect on occasion, we'll watch each other exercising again."
"Sure. Any short break from work will be nice."
Later in the day, I tried to do my job, but for some reason, Diana's split pose appeared before my eyes and distracted me. Ella returned at 4 pm and asked how my first day was. I said I explored the house and saw her Mom doing yoga. She chuckled, "Yes, I am not sure if I told you, but she does yoga most mornings at home, and then she does other exercises later, mostly in the club."
The 4 of us ate dinner together. I talked a little. Most of the chatting was between Ella and Diana, although frequently, I noticed the mother sneaking peeks at my body.
After dinner, Ella grinned at me, "Honey, all day, I thought about abusing you in our new place. If you are not going to fuck me soon, I'll need to use diapers."
"I'll be happy to oblige. I am somewhat horny too."
She smirked, "Why are YOU aroused? Did you read literotica during your break?"
"I remembered an episode on Mad Men where Christina Hendrix was flirting with John Hamm."
"Well, honey, Unless you want me to undergo breast augmentation, boobs like hers do not exist in this house. Let me rephrase it: Mine are definitely much smaller, although Mom's are almost the same size as Christina's."
"Ella, let's stop the talking. It's time to see if you are tired or ready to be plowed."
"Yes, Master."
In the next hour, I pounded her body mercilessly, tweaked her tits, pinched her nipples hard, and spanked her ass roughly. Ella's body shook uncontrollably, and she screamed like crazy. I didn't mind and enjoyed the show. At a certain moment, I saw a shadow under the door. It didn't move for a few moments and then disappeared. I didn't think it was Jack...
...
The following morning, after breakfast, I walked toward Diana's quarters to watch her yoga. This time, she wore sheer yoga leggings and a sports bra that showed more cleavage. I stared at her, hypnotized by her sexy body, especially her creamy massive tits.
For a while, she glanced at me in the mirror, and then she said, "Grant honey, it seems the yoga interests you much less than my boobs. Am I right?"
"Diana, you perform the yoga poses beautifully, but your body is every man's wet dream. Are you surprised I stare?" She gazed at the tent in my pants, grinned, stayed quiet, and completed her routine.
When she was done, I moved back to my room and completed the project I was supposed to finish. Diana's tits floated before my eyes as if daring me to touch them.
I started my exercises at 9 am. After 5 minutes, I saw Diana standing by the door. She had on a short, sheer, white lingerie. I stopped in my tracks and ogled her body. I could see her enormous mammaries pushing forward the barely-there cloth with the large, darker areolas. Her dirty-blonde bush hair was seen too. Diana's figure oozed sex. My cock engorged within seconds and tried to force its way up the waistband of my shorts.
I stuttered, "Diana, wheen I glanced at you in evening dress, I thought youu looked amazing. In yooga clothing, you looked very sexy. And now, you aare too much for my eyes. If you were not Ella's mother, I would haave carried you to my bed and had sex with you foor hours."
She smiled sweetly, "Honey, I heard you guys last night. I was able to fall asleep after masturbating for an hour. Ella got her high libido from me. Unfortunately, her father's libido had declined over the years, and now it is very low. Compare your Adonis-like body versus his, and you'll understand my point."
"Diana, are you trying to seduce me?"
"If Mrs. Robinson could do it in The Graduate, why not? You had a prolonged, wild sex last night, and your body reacts to seeing me as if you haven't had sex in ages. The way I see it, your sex drive is above average, and if you take me to bed, Ella will have plenty left."
"Diana, your body is perfect, and I cannot deny the animalistic attraction to ravage your body. But for god sake, I am your daughter's husband!"
"Well, darling, as I said; In my opinion, you can get something extra," she cupped her marvelous tits, "and enjoy both worlds. If I thought that by tempting you, Ella would lose something, I wouldn't have done it, but I see there can be enough for both of us. Why not?"
"The fact that all 4 of us sit at dinner while you wish to bed your daughter's husband behind her back does not bother you at all?"
"Grant, let me explain it to you differently. When a person is stuck on an island for a long time with nothing to eat, she would compromise on many principles to satisfy her hunger! I am in a similar situation: You look awesome and stroll half naked in my house. You get easily aroused watching my body. I hardly have sex with Jack, and even when it happens, compare his body and libido to yours and get the picture. Again, if I thought my daughter would get less than she wished, I'd be in bed now, masturbating and fantasizing about you."
I watched her smiley face and was tempted to rip her clothes off and fuck her silly on the carpet. However, my cortex ordered me to stop it. I said, "Diana, I agree with everything you said, but I know if I did it, my guilt trip would kill me."
She mumbled, "OK, honey, I can wait. See you at dinner."
...
Ella arrived home half an hour early, smiling broadly, "Sean had 3 tickets to the Broadway show Wicked here in town. He just found out his wife and child had Covid. He gave me the 3 tickets for free and allowed me to leave early. Mom and Grant, it starts at 7. We can eat dinner earlier, and we'll have ample time to get there."
Ella's cheerful mood was contagious, and pretty soon, Diana's earlier seductive provocation was (almost) forgotten. I shaved, put on my favorite aftershave, and dressed nicely. The girls took their time, and each one of us ate at a different time, separately. At 6:20 pm, we were ready to leave, and Jack wasn't home yet. Ella dressed nicely in a midi-style white dress and 2" heel shoes. She had also light red lipstick and a large pearl necklace. Diana wore a short, tight red dress with a cleavage that left little more than her nipples unseen. Her shoes were matching red 3" heels. She added ruby red lipstick, mascara, and a long necklace with the jewel hidden deep between her twin peaks.
Ella saw her Mom and commented, "With this dress, all men will look at you, and only women will remember what the show was all about."
Diana giggled, "If men prefer to ogle something that their mothers and wives have too, sure. Why not?"
I inspected her body up and down and whistled but didn't say a word. Diana watched my eyes and grinned.
The drive took half an hour. The line was long and we realized we had good seats 5 minutes late. Fortunately, Wicked began 15 minutes after we sat. Ella was on my left and Diana to my right.