Fit MILF

By CJ Blake

She will pump you up! She is the hot MILF next door. Her name is Ellen Evelyn and she looks incredible in a sports bra and a tight pair of yoga pants. Max and his best buddy, Gus, obsess over the hot MILF. They like to watch as she stretches, bounces, and burns off those pesky calories. It's all good until they get caught. That's when the tables are turned, and Ellen gets what she wants.

PREVIEW:

A loud knock at my window woke me up way too early.
I rolled over, ignoring it.
The knocking kept up, even more frantic, then it was accompanied by excited yells.
“Max! MAX! You gotta get up, man! GET UP!”
I rolled over, tossing my pillow off the bed and glaring at the freckled face staring into my bedroom window.
“What, Gus? What could possibly be so important that you had to come over and wake me up on a Saturday at...” I grabbed my phone off the bedside table. “At seven freakin’ thirty!”
“Get dressed and get out here,” Gus said. “You ain’t gonna believe it.”
I rolled my eyes.
I had known Gus since he sat down next to me on the first day of sixth grade in Mrs. Cellerton’s English class. From that day on he was my best friend, and we’d been through a lot over the years, so I couldn’t ignore him any longer. I got up, pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, slipped into some comfortable sneakers, and opened my window.
“Come on! Come on!” Gus pointed across the street.
“I’m coming,” I said, climbing out the window to avoid going through the house and seeing my parents.
Once I was out I carefully shut the window, making sure it didn’t latch so I could get back inside if I didn’t want to use the front door. It was Saturday, so I’d be avoiding Mom all day. Every weekend she’d make a list of chores for me a mile long, and I’m not talking about easy stuff like take out the trash or unload the dishwasher. These were crazy chores like clear all the spiderwebs out of the shed out back, or check the crawlspace under the house for signs of infestation. Totally insane stuff.
It was all helping to motivate me to work hard and save up my money so I could get my own place by the end of the summer.
Gus was practically dragging me through the yard, he was jumping as he walked, like any minute he’d just take off running.
“Gus, explain yourself,” I said.
He shook his head. “No time, just follow me.” Then he darted off.
I ran right behind him, crossing the quiet street in front of my house, running between two neighboring houses, jumping over a creek I’d jumped over a million times, then climbing a little hill and going into the backyard of a familiar house made of dark red bricks.
“What’s going on here?” I asked Gus.
He was breathing hard, hands on his knees. Gus was never in the greatest shape. He spent far too much time playing video games and watching movies. He pointed to the back of the house and motioned for me to follow.
I stayed behind him as he crept up to a window. He stayed low, so I did too, all the way to the house, then he slowly looked up, peeking in the window. I did the same.
What I saw was a dream come true.
Inside the house, we were looking at a very plain room with wood floors, white walls, and a single TV against the wall. None of that mattered, what did matter was what was on that TV, an aerobics video. And inside that room, following along with that aerobics video was the hottest MILF I had ever seen.
“Dude!” I muttered.
“Yeah,” Gus said. “Yeah.” He was practically shaking with excitement.
Inside, the MILF had her legs spread in a wide stance and she was rotating her upper body, just warming up. She had long, dark brown hair that was in a smooth ponytail, it was so shiny and it looked so silky. I wanted to feel it. She was tall, like a supermodel, but she had way more curves than those runway girls.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CJ Blake
• Release date: Mar 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005956189

CJ Blake

Hi, I'm CJ Blake, your average mild-mannered erotica writer.

Book preview

CJ Blake

Fit MILF

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2022 by CJ Blake

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

CJ Blake asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

CJ Blake has no responsibility for the persistence or accuracy of URLs for external or third-party Internet Websites referred to in this publication and does not guarantee that any content on such Websites is, or will remain, accurate or appropriate.

Designations used by companies to distinguish their products are often claimed as trademarks. All brand names and product names used in this book and on its cover are trade names, service marks, trademarks and registered trademarks of their respective owners. The publishers and the book are not associated with any product or vendor mentioned in this book. None of the companies referenced within the book have endorsed the book.

Cover Image © Redav | Depositphotos.com

Smashwords Edition

First edition

This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy

Find out more at reedsy.com

Contents

Fit MILF

Also by CJ Blake

Fit MILF

Aloud knock at my window woke me up way too early.

I rolled over, ignoring it.

The knocking kept up, even more frantic, then it was accompanied by excited yells.

Max! MAX! You gotta get up, man! GET UP!

I rolled over, tossing my pillow off the bed and glaring at the freckled face staring into my bedroom window.

What, Gus? What could possibly be so important that you had to come over and wake me up on a Saturday at… I grabbed my phone off the bedside table. At seven freakin’ thirty!

Get dressed and get out here, Gus said. You ain’t gonna believe it.

I rolled my eyes.

I had known Gus since he sat down next to me on the first day of sixth grade in Mrs. Cellerton’s English class. From that day on he was my best friend, and we’d been through a lot over the years, so I couldn’t ignore him any longer. I got up, pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, slipped into some comfortable sneakers, and opened my window.

Come on! Come on! Gus pointed across the street.

I’m coming, I said, climbing out the window to avoid going through the house and seeing my parents.

Once I was out I carefully shut the window, making sure it didn’t latch so I could get back inside if I didn’t want to use the front door. It was Saturday, so I’d be avoiding Mom all day. Every weekend she’d make a list of chores for me a mile long, and I’m