Even though I go to the gym regularly, I had a hard time carrying this box. It was filled with my girlfriend’s shoes. It must have weighed over two hundred pounds, and there were three boxes waiting for me in the bed of the truck.
Haley ordered, “Put that box in the storage room, I won’t need it until the fall. But put the rest in our room.” I just hummed and couldn’t say anything.
Haley and I have been together for two years. We met during freshman year of college. I’m not sure what attracted her to me, she claimed it was my attraction but I don’t know. On the other hand, I was blown away when I first saw her. She had just finished dance class when she arrived late to our general psychology class. The whole class turned around to see her settle into her seat. Her long brown hair was tied into a ponytail, showing off her perfect bone structure. High cheekbones, chiseled jaw line, long nose and full lips. Her spandex bodysuits didn’t hurt either. They showed off her long muscular legs and tight ass. I spent the rest of that semester trying to get into her pants and during that time we kind of fell in love.
Now that we’re both at the end of our degrees, there’s not much time left for work. So we’re looking for a cheap place to live to save money when we graduate. Haley’s mom offered to let us live in her basement. Haley liked the idea, but I didn’t. So here we are, moving into my girlfriend’s mom’s basement. It’s really manly and I hate it.
But I have to admit that this is the most logical choice. Hayley’s mom, Ms. Jackson, has a very large house. She has been living alone since divorcing her husband a year ago. There is a separate basement entrance. There is an extra bedroom and extra bathroom downstairs, the only thing missing is a kitchen so we have to share a kitchen upstairs. But Hayley and I are at school most of the time, and Ms. Jackson has office work, so I doubt we’ll see each other very often, if at all.
The best part was that Ms. Jackson was willing to let us live here for free. We go to church with her on Sundays as long as I help around the house/yard. Ms. Jackson was a very religious woman. When Hayley and I first got together, Ms. Jackson was not happy with the idea of me and her daughter living together before marriage. But Ms. Jackson is also a very smart woman who knows when to fight her battles, and eventually she gives in. I am sure that Hayley and I will get married one day, we are in no hurry.
Once all the boxes were successfully moved in, I sat on the couch. It was hot and I was tired.
Haley said, “Great job Chris, we got this done faster than I expected.”
“Yeah, we tried really hard,” I said sarcastically. Haley looked at me and furrowed her eyebrows. Then she came close to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I know I can’t help much. But I’ll reward you, promise.” She said to me with a wink. Then she gracefully lifted one leg and climbed on top of me. I reached out and grabbed her butt twice through her shorts. Her pink bra was visible through the thin white tank top. Her breasts, while not exactly porn star level, are certainly huge for a dancer, and her figure is only 28 degrees. They were sitting right in front of me. Blood slowly started to build up my erection. The expression on Haley’s face told me she could feel it. She wrapped her arms around my neck and started rubbing her waist against mine.
“It was weird to do that in my mom’s basement and it made me feel naughty,” he said. Then he pressed his lips to mine and pushed his warm tongue into my mouth. My tongue began to do battle with his. I slid my hands up his arched back and placed them on his shoulders. Then I used my new leverage to pull his body toward me so I could pound him with more pressure.
“Oooh…” she moaned softly. Then she put her mouth near my ear and started breathing heavily. I moved one of my hands to her chest and pressed one of her breasts. She grabbed the edge of my shirt, pulled it over my head and threw it on the floor. She stopped humping me for a moment and reached down to unbutton my shorts. She slid down my legs like a cat and knelt on the floor. She grabbed my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. Now only my boxer briefs were left and my erect penis was clearly visible underneath.
“Am I going to get what I think I’m going to get?” I asked excitedly. She just nodded and ran her hands from my stomach to my breasts. They stayed there for a while, then cautiously headed south again. They stopped when they reached my bulge. She pressed the swollen penis with her slender fingers and tickled it with her nails. Then slowly she started to pull my panties up to my thighs. First, the swollen head was exposed, then, little by little, my now fully erect penis was exposed. Freed from the restrictive boxers, my member swayed gently in the cool air.
Hayley grabbed the base of my cock with one hand and reached down to massage her wet pussy with the other. She pulled my cock forward, leaned in and flicked the tip of it with her tongue. I’m squirming now.
“Come on, Haley, enough teasing,” I pleaded. She licked the head of my penis with the tip of her tongue again, then opened it and led me inside… just then the upstairs door opened and someone came in.
“Hey, kiddo, I’m back,” Ms. Jackson yelled as she came down. “Do you mind if I come down?”
Hayley wildly stuffed my fully erect cock back into my boxers. I awkwardly pulled my shorts up and reached for my shirt. After a few seconds, Ms. Jackson poked her head in the door.
“Oh, it looks like you two have something to do.” She said looking at all the boxes. “You two come in a few minutes and I’ll have dinner ready in no time. Dear Chris, did you realize your shirt is inside out?” I smiled at her and she stepped back.
Hayley started laughing and I whispered, “You still owe me.” After a cold shower, I met Hayley and her mom upstairs for dinner. The upstairs is large but has only a few rooms. A large kitchen, a living room with two couches in front of a flat screen TV, a sitting area leading to the dining room with a rectangular table. Then there was a hallway that led to a master bedroom I had never seen before. Ms. Jackson said we could come up whenever we wanted, she just asked that we respect her privacy and not go into her bedroom.
“Chris, would you like to set the table?” Ms. Jackson asked me. While Haley and her mom prepared the salad and grilled chicken, I dutifully began my work. To my surprise, Ms. Jackson worked all day and still had the energy to go home and cook.
Ms. Jackson said, “Haley, please pray for us.” We bowed our heads and Haley said a short prayer. As we began cooking, Haley began telling her mother how she planned to decorate the downstairs. I took the opportunity to listen and watch their conversation.
In many ways Hailey looks a lot like her mother. I am so happy and I hope Hailey grows old like her mother, Ms. Jackson is a very beautiful woman. Hailey got her bone structure from her mother. Ms. Jackson also has high cheekbones, a thin nose and a chiseled jaw. Some wrinkles were starting to appear on her face, but that was okay, after all, she was already over forty. Her lips were full like her daughter’s, maybe a little fuller actually. I wonder if she has had her shots taken, but either way, she looks fine. Her eyes were also perfectly blue with long, alluring eyelashes. Hailey has also inherited her mother’s physique. She has a slim body and a slim waist. But there are some differences too.
Unlike her daughter, she has blonde hair. And she didn’t wear it long, it fell off her shoulders when she took it off and tonight it was pulled back into a bun. Although Hailey weighs 115 pounds, I think her mother weighed closer to 140 pounds. Don’t get me wrong, she doesn’t look much heavier than my daughter, just a few inches taller. I’ll bet she’s under six feet and the rest of the extra weight is in her bra. Her breasts were much larger than her daughters. I forget how I came across this, but Hailey once told me her mother wore 32DDs. She was a modest woman; she rarely wore anything that showed them off. Tonight was no exception. Shah wore a gray sweater that matched her dark skirt. My eyes traveled up the sharp line of her jaw, down her slender neck, and then to the large round melons that spilled over the fabric of her sweater, only retreating when you reached her slim waist.
“Chris, do you want a roll?” Haley urged me.
“Oh, yes, thank you,” I replied, taking a roll from the basket she held in her hand.
Ms. Jackson smiled and said, “I hope you both enjoy yourself here. I’m glad you’re home.”
We love it. Not having to worry about rent is definitely amazing. One thing I didn’t mind when we first moved here was the home-cooked meals. The first disruption to our normal routine happened on our first Saturday there. I asked Hayley to come to the gym with me, but she said she would rather sleep in the gym. The parking lot was full and I had to park farther away. Eventually I went in. I hung my keys on the shelf near the door and looked at the row of treadmills. Most of them were taken. My eyes scanned the people upstairs, men and women of all shapes and sizes. One woman immediately caught my attention, Ms. Jackson.
On her feet, she wore pink Nike running shoes, with ankle-length black elastic fibers that showed off the curves of her muscular legs. They also hugged her round ass, which barely moved as she jogged. It looked solid. She wore a pink sports bra that matched her shoes, and a loose white tank top that was cut off in the back and had a low neckline. Her shapely arms began to sway back and forth. Despite wearing a pink sports bra, her breasts rose and fell as she jogged. They bumped into each other as they came up, creating a mountain of squeals with every step. Her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail and swayed from side to side. She doesn’t wear much makeup on a regular basis, but she doesn’t do that when she’s at the gym. Without it, she looks several years older, but still good for her age, an older version of Hailey. After admiring her site for a while, I moved closer to her.
As I came closer, she looked at me, smiled and took the headphones out of her ears.
“Hey, Ms. Jackson, I didn’t know you were here,” I said.
“Yes…I try…every day…” she said, taking a little breath. She slowed down the machine and started walking. It did nothing to calm the thumping of her big breasts. It took all my willpower to focus on her face.
I asked, “Why did I even meet you in the first place?”
“I usually come in before work, so I assumed you were at school. But it’s nice of you to take the time to work out. It really shows that he appreciates me.” I blushed, remembering that I was wearing a tank top.
“Uh, thanks. You look nice too.” I said truthfully, but that made me blush even more. She just looked at me and smiled. A drop of sweat appeared on her neck and began to flow down. I tried to protest, but as the conversation went on my eyes moved downward. Until they disappeared into the cave formed by her huge breasts.
“Thanks, dear. Have a nice workout,” she said, putting the headphones back on. I moved over to the free weights and started working out. From time to time I risked a glance across the gym to where Ms. Jackson was. She moved from the treadmill to the donkey kick machine. She leaned forward and pushed one leg back, but the weight caused the leg to stop. This movement caused her hips to flex. From there, she moved over to a machine and sat down with her legs together. I knew she was my girlfriend’s mom, but I couldn’t stop myself from daydreaming about how sexy she looked in all these positions. Realizing I was working out at half the normal speed, I decided to focus.
I moved on to the bench press and did a few quick sets. I added some weight to each side. Returning to the lying position, I removed the weight from the rack and did a few repetitions. By the time I got down for the fourth time, my chest was really burning and I was struggling to get up. Just then, a woman’s hand grabbed the barbell and helped me lift it.
“How much do you have left?” Ms. Jackson’s voice asked.
“At least three more…” I mumbled. He encouraged me to keep going. The last few times I did it with his help. Then I let the barbell hit the rack with a thud.
“Hey, thanks, there’s no way I could have done this last thing without you,” I said.
“No problem. Besides, it’s not entirely altruistic. Do you mind seeing me in the squat rack? I just want to make sure I’m in good shape,” she replied.
“Oh, absolutely, absolutely,” I said. I followed her to the squat rack. My eyes were on her muscular ass as she walked. Then I realized we were standing in front of a giant mirror and she could probably see me, and I quickly looked up.
“Just make sure my feet are shoulder-width apart, my back is straight, and my angle is greater than ninety degrees,” she instructs me. She clearly knew what she was doing, “When you get me standing behind you, put your hands under my ribs and help me lift. But don’t help too much and let me work on it.”
She recognized her position and took the barbell off the rack. I stood behind her and reached out on either side of her, placing my hands at the base of her ribs. If I moved my hands a few inches higher I could feel the bulge of her breasts. She bent her knees and sat down, keeping her back straight and pushing her buttocks back. I mimicked her movements and followed her, trying to put some distance between our bodies. But it was impossible as she reached her lowest point, her firm ass pressing against my thighs.
She jumped up again. Then she repeated the same action nine times. Her ass bumped against my thigh each time. I was glad I was wearing compression shorts because by the end of her first set I was already feeling pretty miserable. Can she feel it? I don’t know, I hope not. At this point her bare skin was covered in beads of sweat. Her glutes, quads and calves flexed every time she sat down. Also, the reflection in the mirror gave me a frontal angle and I could see her cleavage every time she sank down. It was too much, and by the time her last set was over, my anger was at its peak.
“Thank you for the opportunity. I’m going to do some core training and then I think my day is done,” she told me.
“Yeah, I guess my day is over too.”
“Hey, let’s carpool from now on?” he asked.
“Yeah, there’s no point in driving two cars.”
“Okay, that sounds good. I’ll see you at home,” she said.
We have been carpooling ever since. We never missed a Saturday. Sometimes Hayley comes with us, but most of the time she chooses to sleep in. When Hayley wasn’t coming, Ms. Jackson would always ask me to look for her in certain elevators. I noticed that she never wore makeup again since the first time. I’m sure I’ll never forget the compression shorts. We talked on our way to and from the gym. I told her about school. We talked about Hayley. She told me about the office. She works for a company that sells health and beauty products. Smoothies, bath soaps, anti-aging creams and more. From time to time she would tell me about the men she was dating.
We get to know each other better and better. But it was never a “friend to friend” feeling. It’s more like an authority figure giving advice and counsel to young people. She definitely treats me like a little child. I often look forward to seeing her when I get home. But when I find myself thinking about Ms. Jackson, I mentally scold myself and pull my thoughts back to the lecture or Haley.
“You’re late,” Haley told me as I kicked off my shoes at the edge of the bed.
“Excuse me. I’m in the library working on a paper.” I took off my shirt and pants and fell on the bed next to her. I clung to her and wrapped an arm around her torso. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I was wearing a t-shirt and panties. I slipped my hand under her shirt and grabbed a handful of her breasts. She swatted my hand away.
“Your hands are frozen!” she whispered. I laughed.
“Okay, help me warm up. You know it’s been a while. Do you want to hang out?” I asked her and kissed the back of her neck.
“I am so tired. What about tomorrow?” she asked.
“But we will be just as busy tomorrow.” My hands went back to her breasts. They must have warmed up by now because she didn’t slap it.
“Okay. Just a quick job. I have to get up early in the morning.” She turned to face me. Then she bent down and quickly slipped her hand under the waistband of my panties. She allowed me to continue massaging her breasts and also fondled my testicles. Then she grabbed my soft cock and squeezed it.
“Come on baby, work hard for me,” she ordered me. She started massaging her other breast using her free hand, which I had ignored. She knows I like it that way.
Slowly, my soft cock started to grow and expand so much that her tiny hands could barely encircle it. She rolled over, reached for a bottle of lotion on the bedside table, sprayed two bottles on her hands and returned.
She used one of her lotion-covered hands to slide the more than seven inches of my cock in with ease. She pumped up and down, moving her hand like a plug screw. My cock was soon coated with lotion. She varied the speed from time to time. She slowed down and started squeezing harder. Then she picked up the pace again, fingering me faster. Back and forth.
“Ah” a soft moan came out of my mouth.
“Enough, cum for me, baby, cum for me,” she whispered passionately in my ear, pumping faster. I could feel it coming, like it was exploding in my testicles, sending a hot load into my cock from my head to my belly. Hayley slowed down but kept fingering me. After the initial load, several small streams of semen began to flow from the tip of my penis.
“Are you done?” Haley asked. Her sexy voice had been replaced by a normal voice.
“Yes.”
She gave me a quick kiss on the mouth and then turned away. “This should be record time. Goodnight baby.”
“Goodnight Haley,” I replied. I pulled out one of the pillows from the pillows, wiped my cum with it and threw it on the floor. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. Haley was right, this was a record time for me to get off. I decided to keep it a secret, and while she was jerking off for me, I imagined her mom lying next to me, stroking my cock.
The next time I came home late, I found that Hayley had already gone to sleep. I don’t blame her. She has a busy schedule and so do I. I brushed my teeth, got ready for bed, and lay down next to Hailey’s warm body. I was just about to fall asleep when suddenly I heard footsteps upstairs.
One of them made a “click, click” sound. They must be Ms. Jackson’s high heels. The other one was very heavy, “thump, thump.” That must be his date. I forgot her name, but she was the one who had known him the longest. I heard a soft sound, and the man laughed heartily from time to time.
