Despite my regular trips to the gym, I struggled to carry this box. It was full of my girlfriend’s shoes. It must have weighed over three hundred pounds, and there were three more boxes just waiting for me in the bed.
“Put that box in the storage room, I won’t need those till next year. But put the others in our room.” Temi commanded. I just grunted, not able to say anything.
Temi and I had been together for two years now. We met in our first year of university. 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 English course late. The whole class turned to watch her take her seat. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, showing off her immaculate bone structure.
High cheekbones, defined jawline, slender nose, and plump lips. It also didn’t hurt that her spandex was 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 at 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. Temi’s Mom offered to let us live in her guest room. Temi loved the idea; I didn’t. So here we are, moving into the girlfriend’s mom’s guest room. It was really emasculating, and I hated it.
However, I have to admit, it was the most logical choice. Temi’s Mom, Ms. Jumoke’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 entrance.
A spare bedroom and extra bathroom downstairs; the only thing that was missing was a kitchen, so we would have to share one upstairs. But Temi and I would be at school most of the time, and Ms. Jumoke had an office job so I doubted we would run into one another often, if ever.
The best part was Ms. Jumoke 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. Jumoke was a very religious woman. When Temi and I had first gotten together,
Ms. Jumoke was not happy with the idea of her daughter and I living together before marriage. But Ms. Jumoke is also a very smart woman, she knows when to choose her battles, and eventually, she let it go. I’m sure Temi 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 Obinna, we got that done faster than I expected,” Temi said.
“Yeah, WE worked real hard.” I said sarcastically. Temi 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. They were sitting directly in front of my face. Blood slowly began to inflate my erection. The look on Temi’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 house, 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 them 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 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.
Temi 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 Temi, 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.
“Temi, I’m home.” Ms. Jumoke hollered down the stairs. “Mind if I come down?”
Temi franticly shoved my fully erect penis back into my briefs. I clumsily pulled my shorts up and reached for my shirt. Ms. Jumoke 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 Obinna dear, you do know your shirt is on backwards right?” I smiled sheepishly at her, and she exited.
Temi began laughing and I whispered, “You still owe me.” After a cold shower, I met Temi 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, and a sitting area thatt opened up into the dining room where a long rectangular table sat. And then a hallway that led to a master bedroom I had never seen.
Ms. Jumoke said we were fine to be upstairs whenever we wanted, she just asked we respect her privacy and stay out of her bedroom.
“Obinna do you mind setting the table?” Ms. Jumoke asked me. I dutifully began my task while Temi and her Mother laid out the salad and chicken. It amazed me that Ms. Jumoke worked full days and still had the energy to come home and cook.
“Temi, you say grace for us.” Ms. Jumoke said. We bowed our heads and Temi offered a short prayer. After we began dishing our food and Temi 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 Temi looked a lot like her Mom. And I was glad, I hoped Temi would age as well as her mother, Ms. Jumoke was a stunningly good-looking woman. Temi got her bone structure from her Mother.
Ms. Jumoke too had very high set cheekbones, 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. Her eyes were the same crystal brown with long luscious lashes.
Temi 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 short 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 Temi 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 Temi 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.
” Obinna, do you want bread or not?” Temi prodded me.
“Oh yeah, thanks.” I answered, taking a bread from the basket she was holding.
“Well I hope you two love it here. It is nice to have you back home.” Ms. Jumoke said with a big smile.
We did love it. It was of course amazing not to have rent to worry about. And an extra perk that I had not taken into consideration when we first moved in was all the home-cooked meals. The first time our normal routine was broken up happened our first Saturday there.
I asked Temi to go to the gym with me but she said she would rather sleep in. So I slipped my running shoes on and headed to the gym alone. The parking lot was pretty full and I had to park pretty far away. Eventually, I made it inside. I hung my keys on the rack next to the door and looked up at the row of treadmills. Most of them were taken.
My eyes did a sweep of the people on them, men and women of all shapes and sizes. One woman caught my attention immediately, Ms. Jumoke.
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 neckline.
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 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 of years older, still great for her age, just an older version of Temi. After I had enjoyed the site of her for a few moments I approached.
As I got closer she noticed me, smiled and took her headphone out of her ears.
“Hey Ms. Jumoke, I didn’t know you came here,” I 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 my willpower to keep my eyes on her face.
“Me too. How come this is the first time I’ve seen you?” I asked.
“I usually come before work, so I imagine you are at school at that time. But good for you for finding the time to work out. It really shows.” She complimented me. I smiled, remembering that I was in a tank top.
“Uh, thanks. You look good too.” I said honestly. She just looked down at me and smiled. A single bead of sweat formed on her neck and began moving downward.
I tried to resist but my eyes followed its progress down. Down until it was lost in the cavern created by her massive chest.
“Thank you, dear. Have a good workout.” She said and put her headphones back in. My sign to move along. I headed to the free weights and began my workout. Every now and then I risked a glance across the gym to where Ms. Jumoke was. She moved from the treadmill to the donkey kick machine.
Leaning forward she kicked one leg back, which was resisted with weights. The motion caused her glutes to contract. From there she moved to a machine where she sat and squeezed her legs together. I knew she was my girlfriend’s mother, but I couldn’t help but daydream of how sexy she looked in all of those positions. Realizing I was moving through my routine at half the speed I normally did I decided to concentrate.
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