Mrs. Irene

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Mrs. Irene
At the end of the day, Mrs. Irene calmly began to close up the house. There wasn't much to close in this small typical two-story house in the Brazilian metropolitan suburbs: the windows of the two bedrooms on the upper floor, the windows of the small living room and kitchen on the lower floor, with their grilles that provide both a sense of security and imprisonment. Then she contemplated the impeccably clean and organized rooms of the comfortable but modest, lower-middle-class home. A hint of loneliness and sadness briefly visited her gaze as she looked at the photos of her husband and son on the dresser where the TV lay turned off. At 58 years old, Mrs. Irene had been a widow for five years. And four years ago, her son emigrated to the United States, disillusioned with prospects in Brazil. "I'd rather wash dishes in Miami," said the young man when he decided to emigrate. Recently graduated in civil engineering from a private, expensive and poor university, the boy never returned. Occasionally, he sent brief news, always devoid of affection. Her only sister lived in a distant state of the immense country. And Mrs. Irene never got along with her late husband's family. It seems that only now she realized how alone she was.

In fact, she wasn't exactly alone. And to understand that, we need to go back a little in time.
A few weeks after her husband's sudden death, Mrs. Irene discovered that he had left a significant amount of money in financial investments that were certainly not reserved to improve their modest conditions. The discovery shocked her because, despite being a small family, the three of them always lived spartanly. No luxury, no extra pleasure, no comfort beyond the basic or indispensable. The biggest luxury they allowed themselves were monthly dinners at the neighborhood pizzeria and trips to visit the distant sister every two or three years. Mrs. Irene never indulged in the slightest vanity. On the contrary, she humbly accepted the used dresses and few costume jewelry that her sisters-in-law gave her. Her hair remained dark because she dyed it at home. She did her own nails, although rarely. She cleaned, cooked, and did laundry for everyone in the house. And still found time to make appreciated knitting pieces, selling them - which allowed her to pay the bills for electricity, water, gas, and internet.

Sitting in the living room holding her husband's secret account statement, the now widow felt a mixture of perplexity, indignation, and doubt. The perplexity was more about not knowing what to do with this money. After all, she had become accustomed to living with very little. Above all, she had become accustomed to the idea of ​​just waiting for the approaching old age, saving to pay for her health plan and face physical decline. That's when her lost gaze found the TV, which she didn't even realize was on. It took her some time to understand what she was seeing. In the afternoon program directed at housewives, she saw an older lady showing off her muscles. The presenter repeated, with a touch of sexual excitement, his admiration for the 70-year-old's defined abdomen. The woman, with a proud and arrogant look, did not hesitate to show off her rigid and well-defined muscles, exposed thanks to the sports top and leggings - which emphasized her thick and toned thighs, prominent calves, and pronounced and hard buttocks. Mrs. Irene was shocked, however, when the wrinkled woman with mahogany-dyed hair began to demonstrate her strength. The presenter challenged her to lift 30 kilos with her arms. The old lady smiled. "I always start with double just to warm up," she replied, now with a look of contempt.

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"In leg exercises, I start with 100 kilos". Ms. Irene was fascinated. Still holding the bank statement in her hand, Dona Irene was surprised by her fascination. She wasn't shocked, outraged, or horrified. She was fascinated. She observed the firmness of the movements, the self-confidence, and above all, the muscular strength of that body, which lifted heavier and heavier weights to the delight of the audience and the presenter (who now seemed sexually aroused, with an increasingly noticeable bulge in his pants). Dona Irene herself began to feel sexually aroused. When she realized her arousal, she immediately turned off the TV. Embarrassed, she put away the bank statement.

That night, however, she couldn't sleep. Her fascination with the older woman's muscles and the realization that the presenter had become aroused by the scene kept Dona Irene awake. Not only that. In the following days, she found herself asking her son how to access the internet on his computer. Although he was curious about his mother's sudden interest, the young man showed her how to search on Google and navigate websites. One lesson was enough. In just a few days, Dona Irene became an expert navigator, going straight to what interested her and discovering something she had never thought of before. Something that was completely outside her imagination of female beauty and body aesthetics. Dona Irene discovered bodybuilding.

Obviously, she knew what weightlifting was. Her husband had even intermittently gone to the gym. And her son was a "fitness addict," which gave him a beautiful and healthy body that Dona Irene discreetly appreciated. But she understood that muscles and physical strength were exclusively masculine. Lifting weights and sculpting muscles was even repugnant to women, as she had always been taught. The female body could be firm, but never muscular, much less strong. Or superior to the body and strength of a man.

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Well, upon seeing the woman on television, suddenly Mrs. Irene felt a desire that had been dormant or forgotten, because that woman had really excited her like never before. However, the attraction was not for the woman, but for the idea of being muscular and strong. Or strong because of being muscular. More than that, her desire now was to awaken in another man the same excitement that the old woman on TV had provoked in the presenter. It was then that Mrs. Irene remembered. She remembered that in her adolescence and early youth, she had been physically active. Born in the countryside, in a family of small farmers, she often had to do manual labor in the absence of male arms. She even recalled that when she met her future husband, he was amazed by the slightly defined biceps of the young Irene. The man even mocked the woman's discreet muscular delineation, insinuating that maybe she was a lesbian. The girl was desperate with the idea that she might have some masculine trait. And she avoided activities that would give her muscles.

Deep down, her greatest fear was not getting married. She felt very good knowing that she was capable of lifting, pulling, carrying, twisting, and pushing with the power of any man her age. More than that. She felt powerful. Many times Irene found herself imagining a reverse situation, that is, where the initiative would come from her – and not from men. In her fantasies, she even saw herself subduing her boyfriend, imposing herself on him, threatening to beat him if he did not obey her. Something unthinkable in the macho culture in which she was raised. This led her to confess to the priest, certain that she had sinned greatly with such thoughts. The priest rebuked her vehemently, threatening her with the fire of Hell and the loneliness of spinsterhood. Irene repressed herself, fearing loneliness more. And she ended up marrying already somewhat chubby and quite servile. The years that followed erased the promise of a defined musculature with accumulated fat. When, now a widow and with a good amount of money unexpectedly inherited, Mrs. Irene realized this, a strange smile sprouted on her face. "Why not?" she whispered. And she typed into Google the words that led her to the sites where she found what was needed to fulfill the now-revived desire: to become a physically strong woman.

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It was not easy. She herself resisted the idea that seemed both strange and fascinating to her. But she noticed that her sudden interest in fitness did not cause surprise. On the contrary, her son even encouraged her, but hoping that his mother wouldn't give him too much trouble in old age. So, in the first few months, Mrs. Irene corrected her diet and sleep time, which was enough for her to lose a few pounds in just a few weeks. In addition, she enrolled in the same gym as her son. And she started with light exercises, "suitable for a woman her age" - as the trainer announced. Surprisingly, however, Mrs. Irene quickly responded to physical activities. And in less than six months, she had made notable progress that filled her with praise, enthusiasm, and self-confidence. It was just the beginning.

After some more hesitation, Mrs. Irene asked the instructor to intensify the training and increase the weight of the loads. The request was received with disbelief, but the trainer decided to test how far that lady could go in her pretentious purpose. He was sure that she wouldn't be able to withstand the new exercise routine for even a week. To his surprise, however, Mrs. Irene not only remained firm but also asked for more at the end of the month: more weight, more intensity, more training time. In his entire professional career, the trainer had never seen anything like it. And he began to suspect that that woman was using some medication or drug. In fact, she wasn't. It was pure discipline. And a strong will to become strong, as Mrs. Irene now even explicitly admitted.

"Do you think I can become stronger than you?" she asked Marcos, the trainer. He was a 35-year-old man, tall, with shaved hair, dense beard, and very white teeth that contrasted with his sensually dark skin. Masculine but attractive face, with a beautiful pair of seductive very dark brown eyes. A former MMA fighter, he graduated in physical education and opened the gym after realizing that he would not achieve the international stardom of other Brazilians in this sport. When he heard the question from the mature and obstinate student, Marcos smiled, incredulous. "Of course not, Mrs. Irene," he replied, smiling compassionately. "That's impossible. Look: I have a much bigger muscle mass than you. And I'm a man. Men are always stronger than women." Mrs. Irene just smiled back but took those words as a challenge. "I'll show you, young man," she thought.

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Months passed and Dona Irene's progress in bodybuilding began to attract attention. At the same time, Marcos began to worry, fearing that the elderly woman's performance would result in some injury or serious illness for which he would be held responsible. At the gym, she had already surpassed the marks of most of her younger male attendees. Marcos himself, at the peak of his muscular power - which he maintained through continuous exercise - found in Dona Irene the only one capable of competing with him in bench press. However, in his last meeting with the woman's son before he left for the United States, Marcos revealed his concern and decided to make a drastic decision.

"Your mother was progressing very well, Rodrigo," Marcos began. "She lost weight quickly, eliminated the pain in her knees and back, and regained her elasticity. But I think what started as simply maintaining her health has turned into an unhealthy obsession. She spends four hours a day here at the gym, Monday through Saturday. Not a single day is missed. I have never seen anything like this, especially not in a woman who is almost 60 years old. I think you should send her to a psychiatrist. What she is doing is not normal."

"Well, at least she's keeping herself busy," Rodrigo retorted, somewhat impatiently. "I don't see any problem if she's enjoying it."

"But it's excessive. This could harm her..."

"Look, Marcos, I'm leaving for the United States the day after tomorrow. The last thing I want is to create a problem, especially with my mother. If she's not harming anyone and is even benefiting her own health, let it be. Besides, the old lady is even getting hot, don't you think?" And he winked at the instructor while giving him a light tap on the shoulder as a farewell.

However, Marcos did not want to take any risks. The following week, with Rodrigo already in the United States, he confronted Dona Irene as soon as she finished her exercises, after lifting dumbbells of 40 kilos in each arm fifteen times.

"Dona Irene, I would like to be very direct and frank with you..."

"Oh, Marcos, don't worry... Next week I'll start lifting 50-kilo dumbbells..."

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That's not it, Mrs. Irene... Actually, that's exactly it! You've been increasing the weight loads at a volume that is incompatible with your age and...
But what's the problem? I'm not feeling any pain. On the contrary, they have actually disappeared. And I am able to handle increasingly heavier weights...
Mrs. Irene, that's not normal! Not even younger people can do what you're doing here. Nobody spends four hours a day in a gym unless they're an athlete. There must be something wrong...
What do you mean, "wrong"?
Look, I have nothing to do with your personal life. And I don't want to know whether you're using any drugs or not, but the fact is that I don't want to be held responsible for any damage to your health...
What?! I don't use any drugs, I pay my gym membership religiously, I do all the exercises correctly and you come up with this conversation?! Nobody tells me what to do! I do what I want!
Mrs. Irene herself was surprised by the imposing and threatening tone of her speech. She was surprised, but she also liked it. Raising her now firm and delineated chest, she approached Marcos more, looking straight into his beautiful brown eyes, and sentenced:
Are you afraid that I will become stronger than you, Marcos? Don't you think I've noticed that I'm already lifting the same weight as you on the bench press?
The trainer stiffened his athletic body, indignant at the sudden insolence of the woman, and retorted:
What you're saying is completely ridiculous! I have a business and a reputation to take care of. I won't let my gym become news with some tendon rupture or serious injury caused by your irresponsibility... Please don't come back here, Mrs. Irene! I'll refund the remaining amount of your membership and don't set foot in my gym again!
Mrs. Irene stared at him for a few seconds. And said only:
You'll regret it.

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After Rodrigo bid farewell with a cold hug at the airport, Dona Irene hurried back home. Earlier that morning she had received the last boxes containing new equipment she had purchased for the small home gym she was setting up. Her son used the guest house as a workout space when he couldn't make it to the gym and he planned to sell the equipment before traveling. But Dona Irene bought them and kept them there, expanding the resources she had been installing herself. It wasn't just physical strength that Dona Irene was gaining, it was also the ability to decide and act according to her own desires. So, now that she had the money, she renovated the guest house (at the back of the small yard) and transformed it into a small and well-equipped weightlifting gym. She even covered the floor and (strangely, an attentive and suspicious observer would say) the walls.

Her internet research, which only took up less time than her actual exercise routine, allowed her to become independent of any gym. So, when Marcos kicked her out, Dona Irene was almost done setting up her private gym - although she planned to only use it on Sundays and at night for supplemental exercises. The expulsion only stimulated her more.

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So as soon as she arrived from the airport, Mrs. Irene went to see her gym. Her son's old dumbbells, mats, bars and weights joined shiny new pieces, such as power racks for pull-ups and dips, leg extension and curl chairs, weightlifting belts, rowing machine, stationary bike and treadmill, flexor bench, and all equipment for horizontal leg press, calf extension, pulley, bench press, and development of deltoids, biceps, and triceps. In one corner, she installed a mirror. Seeing herself reflected in it, she observed her figure for a few minutes. Dressed in her usual sobriety and modesty, there was apparently nothing special about that woman in her late 50s, with discreetly painted lips, short dyed hair, a pair of even more discreet earrings (inherited from her mother), greenish eyes, and fair skin marked by wrinkles that betrayed her age. With a height of just over five feet, slim and erect, Mrs. Irene would go unnoticed like one among millions of other women of her age and social class, lost in the anonymity of a South American megalopolis. In the cheap, unsexy dress that covered her arms to the elbows and legs to the knees, Mrs. Irene saw herself in the mirror as "an ordinary woman" - she thought. "An ordinary woman?" she asked aloud. And she smiled sardonically.
Approaching the mirror, she began to unbutton her dress little by little. Over the bra that was now revealed, she groped her small but still firm breasts. Her hands descended a little more and revealed her abdomen, her greatest pride: it was visibly delineated, divided into six muscle "packs," giving her torso a sensuality she had never seen before. The thick layer of fat had disappeared. No flabbiness. If it weren't for the skin marks betraying her lifetime, that abdomen could belong to a young gymnast. Mrs. Irene smiled, satisfied, and finished unbuttoning her dress, exposing her thighs, the most powerful part of her muscles. She remembered the suffering, especially in the first few months, pushing heavier and heavier loads on the leg press, an effort that caused lancinating pain in that sedentary body for decades. But the suffering was worth it, she concluded, admiring those muscles as hard as steel and twisting her legs to appreciate her toned calves.
However, she enjoyed the grand finale at length. Getting rid of the dress, Mrs. Irene flexed her biceps and had great pleasure feeling them, hard and powerful, standing out on her arms. Still somewhat awkwardly, she trained typical poses from bodybuilding championships.

[jbeast]

  KARMA! Excellent! Please continue!

[brave_archer]

Loving this so far. Looking forward to more!

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In the months that followed, now free from the constraints of academia, Dona Irene studied and applied everything she had learned in her forays into specialized websites. With this, she discovered herself to be much more intelligent than she had supposed - or that men, in particular, had led her to believe. She learned to balance her diet and exercise, her periods of rest, and the weights she lifted, pushed, and pulled. Above all, she learned to be patient. It was not just about getting in shape, nor even about becoming the physically powerful woman she was sculpting at Marcos' gym. Now that Dona Irene fully controlled her development, her ambitions had become greater. With a discipline that would make any military jealous, the fifty-something widow was building a strong body that would sexually satisfy her. But in a heterodox way.

Repressed for decades, Dona Irene would now chose the men who would give her the pleasure she sought. A pleasure that she quickly found in her internet wanderings. In addition to diets and exercise, the widow became a voracious consumer of wrestling sites (where women dominate men) and erotic videos of muscular women (simulating mixed fights or being adored by submissive males). And very quickly, she began competing with herself in solitary orgasm championships - which she rarely had with her husband - indulging in long masturbation sessions. Her wardrobe gave way to an impressive arsenal of erotic instruments and products that would enhance her pleasure: rubber penises, vibrators, pom-pom balls, anal plugs, candy, finger sleeve vibe, stimulating gel for the clitoris, clitoral stimulators... In her small private gym, she trained naked, admiring and getting excited by the image reflected in the mirror. She often masturbated while exercising her biceps with dumbbells. But at some point, something began to be missing.

After a year of intense home bodybuilding and exhilarating solitary pleasure, giving vent to the most unusual fantasies and exploring erogenous zones hitherto unknown, Dona Irene wanted more. Or rather, she wanted what she had always wanted: to dominate a man not only in her imagination. And not just any man, but the one she desired. A male defeated by her physical strength. Who was defeated by her muscular power. Who felt in his body the power of her titanic muscles. Who succumbed to her. Who would serve her like the erotic toys served her. When this idea first flashed in her mind, Dona Irene caused a roar by dropping the two dumbbells with which she exercised her increasingly powerful biceps. And she began her longest masturbation session, which lasted all night, with successive orgasms obtained in the most unthinkable positions, thanks to the tone and flexibility of her powerful body.

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However, in order to subdue the man she desired (young, strong, athletic, muscular), Dona Irene did not think of imposing her muscular power abruptly. No. In her masturbatory fantasies, she demonstrated her physical superiority in every aspect. Not only did she demonstrate it, but she also experienced, on the body of the man who aroused her, the skills she had acquired beyond weightlifting. Slowly. With great technique. Prolonging pleasure, as she had learned to do with her erotic toys. That is why, in addition to lifting weights and sculpting her muscles, Dona Irene decided to learn how to fight. She then became a voracious consumer of martial arts films starring women, especially Cynthia Rothrock (although the actress's martial choreography seemed comically unrealistic to her). She knew by heart all the hand-to-hand combat scenes from all versions of Charlie's Angels. And she frequently masturbated watching Catwoman defeat Batman. However, unlike weightlifting, learning one or several fighting styles was not something she could do alone. Boxing and karate she could even train alone, albeit precariously. But Dona Irene thought it was not enough. Just as she had become a bundle of muscles with diet, rest, and heavy lifting, the mature lady intended to become feared on the mat and in the ring. Kickboxing, taekwondo, hapkido, aikido, judo, jiu-jitsu, muay thai, capoeira... Her physical strength would leave the solitary confinement of weight machines and finally impose itself on men in real fights, with male bodies made of flesh and bone - and not of pixels on screens.

That is why, as Dona Irene calmly completed the ritual of closing the house at the end of the day, she was not exactly alone.

[Flex dir]

nice work

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Thank you very much!

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Great again and she gets stronger and stronger. And her fantasies will become reality.