Despite the fact that I regularly go to the gym, it was hard for me to carry this box. She was full of things my friend, weighed a hundred pounds, and there were three more of them in the truck.

- Put her in the closet, I do not need them yet. Take the others to the basement, ”Haley ordered.

Haley and I have been together for two years. We met in the first year of uni. I don’t know what she liked me, she says that it was my charisma, I don’t understand what it is about. As for me, I was torn down by her beauty. At that time she was engaged in dancing. In the first year she was late for a lecture in psychology, a whole class watched as she walked along the audience to an empty seat. Her long brown hair was gathered in a ponytail, showing a swan neck and shoulders. High cheekbones, thin nose and full lips. Her legs were covered with leggings, showing her long slender legs and tight ass. The rest of the semester I tried to get into her panties, between times we fell in love with each other.

Now, we both finished university, there was no time to work and we were looking for a cheap apartment to survive this time. Mom Haley offered us to stay in her basement. Haley liked this idea, I do not. So we moved to the basement of my girlfriend's mom. It was very humiliating.

However, I must admit, it was the most logical move. The house of Miss Jackson, mother of Hayley, was quite large, and after the divorce she lived alone. The basement was strangely cozy and light. There was a separate entrance, a bed with a sofa and a TV, the only thing was not the kitchen, so we ate upstairs.

Best of all, Miss Jackson allowed us to live for free. While I was helping around the house, we went to church with her on Sundays. Miss Jackson was a very religious woman. When Haley and I first got together to live together, she was not thrilled with this idea: living together until marriage. But she is an intelligent woman and knows when to put up with internal contradictions. I’m sure that Hayley and I will get married someday, just not time yet.

After I did everything, I fell exhausted on the sofa.

- Well done, Chris, we did everything faster than I expected. Said Haley.

- Yes, we did a good job. - I said sarcastically. Haley looked at me with a look of displeasure. Then she leaned over and quickly kissed her cheek.

“I know I have done almost nothing.” But I will reward you for your efforts, I promise - she told me with a wink. Then she gracefully raised her leg and slung it over my legs, saddled me. I firmly squeezed her ass through shorts. Her pink bra shone through a thin white T-shirt. Hayley's chest was not huge, but the elastic threesome looked big on the slender body of the dancer. The blood slowly began to swell my cock. Haley's facial expression told me that she felt it. She put her arm around my neck and started moving my pelvis around it.

“It's a little strange to do this in my mother’s basement, I feel like a naughty girl,” she said. Then she clung to my lips and slipped her tongue into my mouth. I ran my hands up her arched back and hugged her shoulders. Then I pressed on them, pressing Haley to my standpipe.

“Ohh ...” She let out a soft moan and began to breathe heavily. I moved my hand to her T-shirt and took out one chest. She grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. She for a moment looked up from caresses and unzipped my shorts. Like a cat, she slid off me and sat down on her knees. Grabbing my shorts, she pulled them down. Now there were cowards, my bulging member was clearly visible under them.

She stroked my belly. Making an arc, she headed down to the cowards. Her slender fingers squeezed the swollen cock through the panties. Then, she slowly began to pull off the gum of underpants. At first a swollen head was visible, then the trunk was completely bare. Free from tight boxers, my dick swayed slightly in the cool air of the basement.

Haley wrapped one arm around its base, the other hand reached for her pussy. She leaned over and touched it with the tip of her tongue.

“Come on, Haley, stop making fun,” I groaned. She licked again, and then opened her mouth wide to swallow ... but suddenly the door to the basement opened.

“Hey kids, I'm home,” Miss Jackson screamed. - May I come in?

Haley shoved my dick back into the panties. I clumsily pulled on my shorts and reached for my T-shirt. Miss Jackson stuck her head in the doorway after a few seconds.

“Oh, it looks like you two are busy,” she said, looking at the boxes. “Why don't you get up and eat, dinner will be ready soon.” And Chris, dear, do you know that your shirt is backwards? - I embarrassed smiled at her and she went out.

Haley began to laugh, I whispered, - I owe you.

After a cold shower, I went to the kitchen. The ground floor was quite large. One large kitchen, a living room with two sofas, a flat-screen TV, a dining room with a long dining table. And then the corridor that led to the bedroom, which I had never seen. Miss Jackson asked us to respect her privacy and not go to her bedroom.

- Chris, help set the table - Miss Jackson asked me. It struck me that Mother Haley had the strength after work to cook something else. After we sat down at the table, Haley began to tell her mother how she planned to furnish the basement. I just watched and listened.

In many ways, Hayley was very much like her mother. Miss Jackson was a stunningly beautiful woman, but the fine lines showed that she was over forty. Her lips were plump, like her daughter's, perhaps a bit fuller. Her eyes were the same blue with long eyelashes. She was thin with a thin waist, but there were some differences.

Unlike her daughter, she had blond hair down to her shoulders. While Hayley weighed around 50, her mom probably weighed 65. But she didn't look fat, she was a few inches taller than her daughter, all the extra weight was in a bra. Her chest was much larger than her daughter. Haley once said that Mom was wearing a 32DD size bra or 5 size bra. She was a modest woman and rarely wore open clothes. Tonight was no exception. She was wearing a gray sweater and skirt. My eyes went from the face down her thin neck, and then to a large chest, protruding far from the thin waist.

- Come back to earth, Chris, will you roll? - Haley asked me.

“Yes, thanks,” I replied, taking the roll from the basket she was holding.

“Well, I hope you enjoy it,” Miss Jackson said with a big smile.

We really liked it, especially what we didn't have to pay. An added bonus was delicious homemade food. For the first time, our routine was broken on Saturday. I wanted to go to the gym with Hayley, but she preferred to sleep. So I went to the gym alone. Parking was full and I had to park pretty far. Once inside, I looked around the row of treadmills. Most of them were occupied by men and women of different shapes and sizes. One woman caught my attention right away, Miss Jackson.

She was wearing pink sneakers. Slender legs and a big, round ass covered with black leggings, leaving no reason for imagination. On top of her was a pink sports bra in the color of sneakers and a baggy white T-shirt with a large neckline on the back and chest. Despite the sports bra, her breasts swayed from the run. Her blond hair, tied back, swayed from side to side. She doesn't usually wear a lot of makeup, but in the gym she was completely without him. So she looked a couple of years older, still beautiful for her age, just an old version of Hayley. Enjoying the view, I approached.

As I got closer, she noticed me, smiled and took off her headphones.

“Miss Jackson, I didn't know that you were here,” I said.

“Yes ... I try to come here ... every day ..." she said, slightly out of breath. She lowered the speed of the track and went on foot. Her breasts did not stop bouncing slightly. I took all the will into a fist to watch ...