Despite Mike’s regular trips in the gym, he was struggled carrying this box. It was full of his girlfriend’s shoes. It must have weighed over two hundred pounds, and there were three more boxes just like waiting for him 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.” Vicky commanded. Mike just grunted, not able to say anything.
Mike and Vicky had been together two years’ now. They met in their first year of college. He was not sure what attracted her to him, she claims it was his charisma, but he don’t know about that. Mike on the other hand had been blown away the first time he 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. MIke spent the rest of that semester trying to get into her pants, and along the way, they sort of fell in love.
Now that they were both in the tail end of their degrees, it did not leave a lot of time for work. So they were looking for a cheap place to live in order to save money while they worked on graduating. Vicky’s Mom offered to let them live in her basement. Vicky loved the idea but Mike didn’t, but here they are, moving into the Girlfriend’s Mom’s basement. It was really emasculating and he hated it.
However, Mike have to admit, it was the most logical choice. Vicky’s Mom, Mrs. Orton’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 they would have to share one upstairs. But Mike and Vicky would be at school most the time, and Mrs. Orton had an office job so he doubted they would run into one another often, if ever.
The best part was Mrs. Orton was willing to let them live here for free. As long as he helped out around the house/yard and they goes to church with her on Sundays. Mrs. Orton was a very religious woman. When Mike and Vicky had first gotten together Mrs. Orton was not happy with the idea of her daughter and Mike living together before marriage. But Mrs. Orton is also a very smart woman, she knows when to choose her battles and eventually she let it go. Mike was sure he and Vicky will get married someday, they are just not in a rush.
With all the boxes successfully moved in, he let hisself drop onto the sofa. It was a hot day and he was drained.
“Good job baby, we got that done faster than I expected.” Vicky said.
“Yeah, we really worked hard.” He said sarcastically. Vicky looked at him with a scowl. Then she leaned in towards him and gave a quick peck on the cheek.
“I know I didn’t help much. But I will reward you for it, I promise.” She told him with a wink. Then, lifting one leg gracefully into the air she straddled him. MIke 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 his face. Blood slowly began to inflate his erection. The look on Vicky’s face told him she could feel it. She put her arms around his neck and started grinding her pelvis into his.
“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 his and slid her warm tongue into his mouth. His tongue wrestled with hers. He slid his hands up her arched back and clasped onto her shoulders. Then he used his new leverage to pull her body down into his so he could grind into her with more pressure.
“Oohh…” she let out a soft moan. Then moved her mouth to his ear and began breathing heavily. He moved one hand to her chest and pushed against one of her breasts. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, and threw it to the floor. She momentarily took a break from dry humping him to reach down and unbutton his shorts. Like a cat she slipped off his lap and onto her knees. Grabbing his shorts, she slid them down to his ankles. Now all that remained were his boxer briefs, his bulging penis clearly visible underneath them.
“Am I about to get what I think I am about to get?” Mike asked excitedly. She simply nodded her head and ran her hands up his abs to his chest. They lingered there for a moment and then delicately headed south again. When they reached his bulge they stopped. Her delicate fingers squeezed the engorged member and tickled it with her fingernails. Then slowly, she started rolling his underwear down his thighs. First the swollen head was exposed, then inch by inch his now fully erected shaft was revealed. Free from his restricting boxers his dick swayed slightly in the cool air.
Vicky wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, the other hand reached down to massage her wettening pussy. She pulled his dick forward, leaned in and flicked the tip with her tongue. Mike was squirming now.
“Come on Vicky, enough teasing.” he begged. She gave the head of his penis one more lick with the tip of her tongue and then opened wide to take him in… just then the main door opened and someone entered.
“Hey Kido’s, I’m home.” Mrs. Orton said as she walked in.
Vicky franticly shoved Mike’s fully erect dick back into his briefs. He clumsily pulled his shorts up and reached for his shirt. Mrs. Orton 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 will have dinner ready soon. And Mike dear, you do know your shirt is on backwards right?” He smiled sheepishly at her and she exited.
Vicky began to laug and he whispered, “You still owe me.” After a cold shower, He met Vicky 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 he had never seen. Mrs. Orton said they were fine to be upstairs whenever they wanted, she just asked them respect her privacy and stay out of her bedroom.
“Mike do you mind setting the table?” Mrs. Orton asked him. Mike dutifully began his task while Vicky and her Mother laid out the salad, and grilled chicken. It amazed him that Mrs. Orton worked full days and still had energy to come home and cook.
“Vicky, you say grace for us.” Mrs. Orton said. They bowed their heads and Vicky offered a short prayer. After they began dishing their food and Vicky started telling her Mother how she planned to decorate the downstairs. Mike took opportunity to listen and look at the two of them interact.
In many ways, Vicky looked a lot like her Mom, and Mike was glad. He hoped Vicky would age as well as her mother. Mrs. Orton was a stunningly good looking woman. Vicky got her bone structure from her Mother. Mrs. Orton too had very high set cheek bones, slender nose and a well cut jaw line. Her face was beginning to show some trace 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. He wondered if she had injections, either way, they looked very good. Her eyes were the same crystal blue with long luscious lashes. Vicky 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 Vicky weighed 115 pounds, Mike 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. She was just under six feet, and all the rest of the extra weight was in her bra. Her breasts were much larger than her daughter. He forget how it came up, but Vicky had told him 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. His 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 Mike, do you want a roll or not?” Vicky prodded him.
“Oh yeah, thanks.” he answered, taking a roll from the basket she was holding.
“Well I hope you two love it here. It is nice to have you back home.” Mrs. Orton said with a big smile.
They did love it. It was of course amazing not to have rent to worry about. And an extra perk that he had not taken into consideration when they first moved in was all the home cooked meals. The first time thier normal routine was broken up happened their first Saturday there.
Mike asked Vicky to go to the gym with him but she said she would rather sleep. So he slipped his running shoes on and headed to the gym alone. The parking lot was pretty full and he had to park pretty far away. Eventually he made it inside. He hung his keys on the rack next to the door and looked up at the row of treadmills. Most of them were taken. His eyes did a sweep of the people on them, Men and women of all shapes and sizes. One woman caught his attention immediately, Mrs. Orton.
She had on pink Nike running shoes, ankle long black spandex showed the curves in her muscular legs. They also hugged her round ass, which gave almost no jiggle as she jogged. It looked solid. On top she had a pink sports bra, to match the shoes and a baggy white tank top over that was cut in on the back and had a fairly low neck line. Her toned arms pumped back and forth. Despite the pink sports bra her breasts lurched up and down as she jogged. Colliding into one another as they came up, creating a mountain of cleavage with each step. Her blonde hair, tied in a ponytail swung from side to side. She usually did not wear much makeup, but at the gym she wore none. Without it she looked a couple years older, still great for her age, just an older version of Vicky. After he had enjoyed the site of her for a few moments he approached.
As he got closer she noticed him, smiled and took her headphone out of her ears.
“Hey Mrs. Orton, I didn’t know you came here.” Mike said.
“Yeah.. I try to come… every day…” She said, slightly out of breath. She turned the speed down on her machine and started walking. Which did not do much to calm the bouncing of her large breasts. It took all his will power to keep his eyes on her face.
“Me too. How come this is the first time I’m seeing you?” he asked.
“I usually come before work, maybe you are at school at that time. But good for you for finding the time to work out. It really shows.” She complimented him and he blushed, remembering that he was in a tank top.
“Uh, thanks. You look good too.” He said honestly, but it caused him to blush even more. She just looked down at him and smiled. A single bead of sweat formed on her neck and began moving downward. He tried to resist but his eyes followed its progress down. Down until it was lost in the cavern created by her massive chest.