Today Justin’s mother wore a brief halter top that left her midriff bare and a pair of warm-up pants. She was athletically built and well muscled, toned and fit, but she was careful to maintain her womanly curves. Diana’s breasts were full and rounded and rode high on her chest, her waist narrow and hips broad, and her ass was tight and springy and sweetly rounded. Not that Justin ever noticed such things, but it was the truth.
Diana’s features changed from shock to anger quickly. As her brow darkened and her right fist tightened, Justin realized he was still cupping Lena’s tit, and Lena’s hand was still between his legs. He broke away from the woman abruptly, face turning red with shame and embarrassment.
“Justin,” Diana said sharply, “my office. Now.”
He had enough presence of mind to shrug an apology in Lena’s direction but darted for the door quickly. He knew from experience not to keep his mother waiting when she demanded something, and knew from the tone in her voice that there would be little point in trying to argue with her. Not in front of Lena, at least.
Diana watched her son depart the locker room, a cold fury growing in her breast. How dare that little tramp – with Justin! Beneath her roof!
Diana crossed the space between herself and Lena quickly, her warm-up pants whisking softly with each step. Lena crossed her arms beneath her breasts and looked up insolently at Diana. Diana resisted the impulse to slap the woman hard, to send her spinning across the room and crumpling to the floor in a heap. Instead, she growled, “I know all about you and your friends, Ms. Chao. Your business is your business, but you will not involve my son in any of it. Is that understood?”
Lena raised an eyebrow and took a step away from Diana. She looked the taller woman up and down. “My, my, Diana. You’re flushed. And shaking. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re jealous.”
Diana gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. “I want you out of here in ten minutes. I’m revoking your membership.”
Lena shrugged and walked toward her locker. “Guess that one hit close to home, eh, Di?” She laughed.
Diana stormed out of the locker room, angrier than she had ever been before in her life. “That little bitch,” she fumed. Momentarily, she thought of Justin, but decided to let him stew in her office for the time being. Instead, she went to the front desk and waited patiently for Lena Chao to appear. She didn’t have to wait long. Lena appeared shortly thereafter, laden down by a heavy dufflebag, and sauntered out the front door as saucily and jauntily as she could.
Diana gritted her teeth, logged into the computer at the desk, and deleted Lena’s account. Cheap revenge, but she would take it. She locked the front door behind Lena, took a deep breath, and went to give her son a scorching lecture.
Something for which Justin was not the least bit looking forward to hearing. He sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs facing his mother’s desk in her sparsely furnished office and tried not to think of what Diana would say.