Based on an idea by Jerry

“I’ve got a new job, Jim!” my Mother in-law exclaimed excitedly.

Paula was always changing jobs, even though she had well passed the state retirement age.

“I’m working for the Apsaras as an enforcer and debt collector.”

“You do know that I had a run-in with a woman called Anna running a criminal organisation by that name?” [JIMP#071] She thought for a moment which allowed my attention to slip to the tight blouse she wore. To my embarrassment she noticed my attention.

“This blouse is really struggling to contain my enormous, wide, well-rounded low-hanging boobs. They’re just bursting out!” she chuckled.

Now that she had mentioned it, I couldn’t stop looking.

“It really accentuates your ample assets.”

Why did I say that out aloud?

“Doesn’t it just? I love the way it stretches across my chest and bulges out so much as it clings to my curves. Most men can’t get enough!” she laughed saucily.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be giving my Mother in-law fashion reviews.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away, the top buttons were undone showing off a vast rounded deep sided valley of the tops of the surrounding breasts. Of course that was the intended effect.

“It’s a real eye-catcher, isn’t it Jim?” she asked to my discomfort, with a knowing grin.”Having the buttons undone allows me to show a lot of skin and highlights my cleavage while letting you see how generous my bust is. It’s perfect for teasing weak-willed men like you,” she gave a saucy wink.

Given Paula was only 5’1” tall meant I was looking right down the deep dark steep-sided valley and she caught me looking before I managed to look back at her face.

“Yes, being shorter than most men gives them that extra perspective,” she laughed.

I needed to change the subject quick!

“The Apsaras were a group of female dancers in Indian mythology. I doubt they exist nowadays!”

“Well that’s what Anna calls the company!”

“Don’t take this personally but they were young women with seductive powers and combat skills. Some were used as spies and assassins.”

My Mother in-law gave me a harsh stern-faced glare that could curdle milk.

“Are saying I’m past it?”

I shook my head quickly.

“I could finish you in a second.”

“I didn’t say that,” I blurted fearfully.

“You don’t think I’ve got seductive powers? Then why you keep looking down my top? They’re too big for you to handle. You wouldn’t know what to do with them anyway,” she sneered.

To my surprise, Paula turned around before me, grabbing my hands and pulling them around her huge girth. She used them to cup the bottom of her massive breasts then began to lift them. Wow they were incredibly heavy and even with a bra, they were difficult to contain as they wobbled and overspilled my hands which were tiny by comparison. I gasped as I felt a hand reach back and felt the front of my trousers.

“Yes, that’s the right reaction, son in-law,” she chuckled as she felt the growing stiffness. “Now get down and worship my calves while I tell you about this man I met. I certainly seduced him with my calves and then some. He didn’t stand a chance and neither will you.”

Jerry +++ Today, I took my car into the dealership for a service. As I went inside there was a crowd of men around the reception desk situated in the middle of the showroom. As I approached, it was clear that these were sales reps who made way for me. From the way that they had been acting, I expected to see a new young dolly-bird woman and was therefore very surprised by the receptionist being way older than I expected and not particularly attractive. She had a large blocky looking face and rubicund appearance that more suited a mother or grandmother than a receptionist, with large prominent cheekbones and a wide rounded chin. Framed by short curly poorly dyed brown hair peppered with grey, her eyes had brown irises and nose was large and thick while her mouth was wide and rouged with red lipstick. My first impression was that this mature woman was grossly obese with a really thick neck that disappeared into very wide sloping shoulders. She had a tough grumpy look that softened when she smiled and became more welcoming. Sitting behind the raised desk, she wore a white blouse that stretched tightly across her large frame with sleeves coming down to her elbows. The reason for all the male attention immediately became apparent. Unbuttoned to mid-way, the blouse had a plunging neck-line which was very low and wide. Immense twin globes of abundant female assets were visible with steep sides that curved sensually towards each other, meeting in cock-stirring long deep dark cleavage that led the eye down the middle while huge low-slung orbs of plenty thrust towards me. The underside of those mighty breasts disappeared back into the front of the blouse, dividing into tantalising curves. I struggled to keep my eyes on her face as I spoke with her and she directed me to the service desk. The smirk on her face suggested that was the intended effect and boy did it work!

I had been told when I made the booking, that they didn’t have a courtesy car available and I couldn’t afford a loaner. The railway station was over a mile walk and I would have to change to a connecting line to get home. If I timed it wrong it could take over an hour and a half for a 20 mile journey so they had agreed to do my car while I waited. After checking in and handing over my keys, I went to the waiting area, adjacent to the showroom, got a cup of coffee and sat down. I could pretty much see everything that was going on. The sales guys still hung around the reception desk like flies. It was surprising how a very mature woman, who I would have called handsome at best and must have been well into her 60’s if not more, managed to draw the attention of much younger men by showing off her impressive ample cleavage.

A short while later, the receptionist stood up and headed towards one of the offices. Holy moly, I nearly fell out my chair! She wore black stretchy spandex leggings that clung to surprisingly deep sweeping curves of large thick thighs and coming down to her knees with black flat sports sandals on her feet. In between were the largest, most muscular, hardest looking calves I’ve ever seen on anyone, let alone a woman. It is something I’ve always loved. The size and shape of her calves were remarkable, flaring out to a great width and beautifully curved when relaxed but, when seen from the side, flexing into huge hard slabs of muscle shaped like pointed spade blades. As I watched her walk across the showroom floor, I wondered whether those amazing calves were a result of being obesely overweight. However, the way her blouse stretched tightly across a broad back showed off exceptionally wide shoulders that sloped down to a slightly smaller although still quite substantial waist in a manner that suggested well-developed laterals. Her bust was certainly huge yet sat very firmly upon her chest that implied a very strong support bra or great pecs! With large formidable looking sail-shaped forearms, I thought her very thick arms had a firmness along the leading edge or maybe that was my over-active imagination. The spandex leggings required less imagination, clearly showing the glorious shapes of large strong hamstrings and enormous rock-hard very powerful looking thighs that bulged and rippled with each step. Likewise it was plain that her glutes were large and firm and resembled two bowling balls! This woman had my heart pounding and gave me an instant woody. It was those huge calves that captivated me the most and I noticed that even her feet looked very strong. With each step she took each calve exploded into huge solid well-defined and shiny toned muscle.

I was brought down to Earth when the service engineer came out and told me that they had completed the task however I needed a new timing belt. Well it was over 10 years old! The job would cost £650 and take about 3 and a half hours. I told him I didn’t have that much spare at the moment and will book another appointment when I had the money. He told me they couldn’t let it go in the condition it was in but I could pay for just the service today and have until the end of the month to pay the rest. Needless to say, I was not happy but agreed to wait for the car as it was not worth battling with trains to get home and back, while hoping to see more of the intriguing mature receptionist!

A while later, the receptionist came towards where I sat, carrying a courtesy tray of sandwiches, fruit and snacks someone had rustled together. However, instead of walking straight to me, she took a longer route for no obvious reason. She must have known I was watching her approach and took the opportunity to stretch and show off her voluptuous large figure and the wide flaring calves behind her shins. The anticipation drove me crazy. Eventually, she arrived at my seat.

“There you go luv, that should keep you going for a while.”

She leant forward to put down the tray upon the low table before me, giving me a real eyeful of her staggering bust. It was impossible not to stare at the vast dangling wall of wobbling breast almost literally in my face! I couldn’t take my eyes off them and when I glanced up she was looking at me with an amused smile, knowing the reaction she was having upon me. I managed to give her an appreciative look and she returned a saucy wink.

Turning around before me, those mighty calves were almost within touching distance, if I had the urge. Again I was gobsmacked by the sheer size of them and could not keep my eyes off of them as she walked over to the side-unit where the coffee machine was. Although wearing flats, she seemed to walk high up on her toes that made her calves explode into wide, huge, striated, steel hardened, deep-edged diamonds of mighty toned muscle. It seemed like she was slamming her foot on the floor and I could feel the vibrations with every step she took. So engrossed was I with her calves I didn’t notice her looking over her shoulder at me. She had caught me staring and I had to say something.

“You have great calves,” yes it was dumb but that’s all I could think of.

“Why thank you, dear. I don’t get compliments like that nowadays,” she answered. “Coffee or tea, luv?” she asked in a broad Home Counties accent, glancing over a shoulder at me.

“Coffee please, white no sugar.”

Even in flat sandals, her relaxed calves were enormously wide, dense and shapely with a nice muscle tone. However, bending at the hips to get a coffee cup from a shelf beneath the machine, she slowly stretched her thick shapely legs making the strong shapes of her hamstrings bulge powerfully at the back of her leggings. She also lifted and pointed her large feet making those massive calve heads flare out and stand in bold relief. I couldn’t help softly groaning as those big calves flexed in a most sensual manner with large muscular shapes moving beneath the skin. They coalesced into large strongly-defined heart-shaped slabs of dense muscle heads with deep clefts between and thick edges. I groaned again in lustful appreciation for she had the largest most muscular calves of any woman I had met, and I had met quite a few with great calves.

“You’re welcome,” the chunky mature woman chuckled.

I groaned again as she bent down further, focussing my eyes on the shape of her ample backside and her large rounded buttocks. She then went onto her toes to reach some condiments on a higher shelf. Oh boy did she have my full attention! She gave me real show going on her toes and flexing her powerful strong, shapely calves then slowly lowering then raising her feet right before me creating a sensually moving feast of large muscles in motion. There was no question that she was doing this just for my benefit, teasing me with what I could be touching if only I were brave enough to ask. She was driving me crazy, making me sweat and squirm in my seat. A noticeable stiffness formed at the front of my trousers in the groin area. She was making me so hard, I had to adjust my pants. I think she was watching in the reflection of a glass-fronted cabinet for at that precise moment, she slowly bent right over as if to pick something up while still stretching and showing off those mighty calves and ample rounded backside. I now sported a raging erection I could no longer conceal!

I don’t know if you have noticed but women with big muscular legs, especially calves, often have very powerfully built feet as well. I guess because they are literally what built those mighty calves and thighs. I’ve also noticed that such women often wear flat-heeled shoes or sandals so that their strong feet have more flexibility, to fully flex their giant muscular calves. The receptionist returned with my eyes glued to her large curvaceous body. Standing really close, I could smell her perfume as she made a show of slowly placing the items on the low coffee table with that mammoth low slung wall of breast jiggling and wobbling in the most arousing manner right before me. I’m sure it was deliberate and by the time she had finished and returned to her desk I had a hard-on of epic proportions! Luckily by the time I’d finished the snack it had gone down enough to visit the men’s room without fear of embarrassment.

By the time I returned, I was the only one in the waiting area. I couldn’t believe my luck, as a couple of minutes later, the mature woman was back, cleaning up the coffee area. Standing with her back to me and about five feet away, she must have known that I was watching and decided to give me an additional calve muscle show. For about five minutes or maybe more that it took to clean up, she repeatedly raised herself very high upon her toes then proceeded slowly go up and down over and over like a piston machine. Pumping up those tremendous calves which definitely got larger, more shiny and harder as so did my dick. Sometimes she would pigeon toe her foot so that the calves had a thicker look with large heart-shaped muscle standing out in bold relief and very deep clefts. The edges of those huge diamond shapes looked sharp and very thick. I have never seen calves as huge, wide, hard and bulging with tremendous muscular power as these before. I was absolutely mesmerised with an uncomfortably tight erection in my pants! If that wasn’t enough, the petite but large woman totally blew my mind when she crossed her ankles, and raised herself up very high on her toes and began slowly moving up and down then repeated this several times while squeezing those awesome calves together. There was absolutely no give in those huge calves, they looked as solid as steel. The tremendous muscular power of a strongly feminine nature had me so aching hard, there was a small leakage into my pants. Of course, Sod’s law, the service guy appeared at that moment to tell me that my car was ready. Turning to face me, the woman gave me an amused tough look before walking back slowly to her desk while I tried to hide my erection and damp spot as I paid for the service. Promising that I would return to pay the remainder before the end of the month, I took my keys and turned to leave, scarcely able to believe the amazing calve muscle show the heavily-built mature woman had put on for me. I tried to get a final look at her but once more all the young sales bucks crowded around her to gawp at her enormous bosom, seemingly unaware of her other attractions!