Despite my regular trips the gym I struggled carrying this box. It was full of my girlfriend's shoes. It must have weighed over two hundred pounds, and there were three more boxes just like waiting for me in the truck bed.

　　"Put that box in the storage room, I won't need those till fall. But put the others in our room." Hailey commanded. I just grunted, not able to say anything.

　　Hailey and I had been together two years' now. We had met in our first year of college. I'm not sure what attracted her to me, she claims it was my charisma, but I don't know about that. I on the other hand had been blown away the first time I laid eyes on her. She had just finished her dance class when she walked into our General psychology course late. The whole class turned to watch her take her seat. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, showing off her immaculate bone structure. High cheek bones, defined jaw line, slender nose, and plump lips. It also didn't hurt that her spandex were skin tight. They showed off her long muscular legs and tight butt. I spent the rest of that semester trying to get into her pants, and along the way we sort of fell in love.

　　Now that we were both in the tail end of our degrees it did not leave a lot of time for work. So we were looking for a cheap place to live in order to save money while we worked on graduating. Hailey's Mom offered to let us live in her basement. Hailey loved the idea, I didn't. So here we are, moving into the Girlfriend's Mom's basement. It was really emasculating and I hated it.

　　However, I have to admit, it was the most logical choice. Hailey's Mom, Ms. Jackson's house was rather large. And since her divorce from her husband a year prior she was living in it all alone. There was a separate basement entrance. A spare bedroom and extra bath downstairs, the only thing that was missing was a kitchen, so we would have to share one upstairs. But Hailey and I would be at school most the time, and Ms. Jackson had an office job so I doubted we would run into one another often, if ever.

　　The best part was Ms. Jackson was willing to let us live here for free. As long as I helped out around the house/yard and we went to church with her on Sundays. Ms. Jackson was a very religious woman. When Hailey and I had first gotten together Ms. Jackson was not happy with the idea of her daughter and I living together before marriage. But Ms. Jackson is also a very smart woman, she knows when to choose her battles and eventually she let it go. I'm sure Hailey and I will get married someday, we're just not in a rush.

　　.With all the boxes successfully moved in I let myself drop onto the sofa. It was a hot day and I was drained.

　　"Good job Chris, we got that done faster than I expected." Hailey said.

　　"Yeah, WE worked real hard." I said sarcastically. Hailey looked at me with a scowl. Then she leaned in towards me and gave a quick peck on the cheek.

　　"I know I didn't help much. But I'll reward you for it, promise." She told me with a wink. Then, lifting one leg gracefully into the air she straddled me. I reached around and took two handfuls of her ass through her booty shorts. Her pink bra could be seen through her thin white tank top. Her breasts were not porn star status, but they were definitely large for a dancer and her small frame, 28C's. They were sitting directly in front of my face. Blood slowly began to inflate my erection. The look on Hailey's face told me she could feel it. She put her arms around my neck and started grinding her pelvis into mine.

　　"It's kind of weird doing this in my Mother's basement, it makes me feel naughty." She said. Then she placed her lips on mine and slid her warm tongue into my mouth. My tongue wrestled with hers. I slid my hands up her arched back and clasped onto her shoulders. Then I used my new leverage to pull her body down into mine so I could grind into her with more pressure.

　　"Oohh..." she let out a soft moan. Then moved her mouth to my ear and began breathing heavily. I moved one hand to her chest and pushed against one of her breasts. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, and threw it to the floor. She momentarily took a break from dry humping me to reach down and unbutton my shorts. Like a cat she slipped off my lap and onto her knees. Grabbing my shorts, she slid them down to my ankles. Now all that remained were my boxer briefs, my bulging penis clearly visible underneath them.

　　"Am I about to get what I think I'm about to get?" I asked excitedly. She simply nodded her head and ran her hands up my abs to my chest. They lingered there for a moment and then delicately headed south again. When they reached my bulge they stopped. Her delicate fingers squeezed the engorged member and tickled it with her fingernails. Then slowly, she started rolling my underwear down my thighs. First the swollen head was exposed, then inch by inch my now fully erected shaft was revealed. Free from my restricting boxers my member swayed slightly in the cool air.

　　Hailey wrapped one hand around the base of my shaft, the other hand reached down to massage her wettening pussy. She pulled my dick forward, leaned in and flicked the tip with her tongue. I was squirming now.

　　"Come on Hailey, enough teasing." I begged. She gave the head of my penis one more lick with the tip of her tongue and then opened wide to take me in... just then the door opened upstairs and someone entered.

　　"Hey Kido's, I'm home." Ms. Jackson hollered down the stairs. "Mind if I come down?"

　　Hailey franticly shoved my fully erect penis back into my briefs. I clumsily pulled my shorts up and reached for my shirt. Ms. Jackson stuck her head in the doorway seconds later.

　　"Woh, looks like you two have some organizing to do." She said, looking at all the boxes. "Why don't you two come up in a few minutes, I'll have dinner ready soon. And Chris dear, you do know your shirt is on backwards right?" I smiled sheepishly at her and she exited.

　　Hailey began laughing and I whispered, "You still owe me." After a cold shower I met Hailey and her Mother upstairs for dinner. The upper level was rather large, but only had a few rooms. One big kitchen, a living room with two sofas facing a flat screen, a sitting area that opened up into the dining room where a long rectangular table sat. And then a hallway which led to a master bedroom I had never seen. Ms. Jackson said we were fine to be upstairs whenever we wanted, she just asked we respect her privacy and stay out of her bedroom.

　　"Chris do you mind setting the table?" Ms. Jackson asked me. I dutifully began my task while Hailey and her Mother laid out the salad, and grilled chicken. It amazed me that Ms. Jackson worked full days and still had energy to come home and cook.

　　"Hailey, you say grace for us." Ms. Jackson said. We bowed our heads and Hailey offered a short prayer. After we began dishing our food and Hailey started telling her Mother how she planned to decorate the downstairs. I took opportunity to listen and look at the two of them interact.

　　In many ways Hailey looked a lot like her Mom. And I was glad, I hoped Hailey would age as well as her mother, Ms. Jackson was a stunningly good looking woman. Hailey got her bone structure from her Mother. Ms. Jackson too had very high set cheek bones, slender nose and a well cut jaw line. Her face was beginning to show the hint of wrinkles, but it wasn't bad, after all she was in her late 40's. Her lips were plump like her daughters, perhaps slightly more full actually. I wondered if she had injections, either way, they looked very good. Her eyes were the same crystal blue with long luscious lashes. Hailey had also inherited her mother's frame. She was skinny with a slim waist. But there were also some differences.

　　Unlike her daughter, she had blonde hair. And she didn't wear it quite as long, it fell just past her shoulders when she wore it down, tonight it was pulled back in a bun. While Hailey weighed 115 pounds I would have guessed her mom weighed closer to 140 lbs. Don't be confused, she did not look heavier than her daughter, she was just a few inches taller. I would bet just under six feet, and all the rest of the extra weight was in her bra. Her breasts were much larger than her daughters. I forget how it came up, but Hailey had told me once her Mother wore a 32DD. She was a modest woman; rarely did she wear anything that showed them off. Tonight was no exception. Sha had on a gray sweater that matched her dark skirt. My eyes traveled down the sharp lines of her jaw, down her thin neck and then to the large round melons that stretched at the fabric of her sweater, only to jut back in once you reached her thin waist.

　　"Earth to Chris, do you want a roll or not?" Hailey prodded me.

　　"Oh yeah, thanks." I answered, taking a roll from the basket she was holding.