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Mother’s Triste Charlotte ran for about an hour when she began to tire. She had been training for the marathon for weeks. It was to prove to herself that she could accomplish what she had set out to do. For Charlotte, this was extremely important. Men seemed to come and go through her life without commitment. Charlotte felt somehow hollow and temporary. She looked good. At 45, she had a tight figure and a beautiful face. Her eighteen-year-old girl worked out with her usually but not since she had begun dating Brad. Brad was very good-looking. He was twenty-three. Her daughter Mary, still a virgin, was quite taken with him. To tell the truth, Charlotte was also quite taken with him. There was something about Brad. He was very sexy and polite. He treated Mary very sweetly, but when he was around, there was something about the way he looked at Charlotte that made her legs turn to jell-o. It was a dangerous situation indeed, Charlotte mused. She felt guilty for having these thoughts and began to run again, harder. When she got home she was very sweaty. She went upstairs to shower. Throwing her clothes aside, she stepped into the shower and turned the heated spray towards her tanned voluptuously tight body. She was throbbing between he legs and began to run the bar of soap of her ample breasts and flat abdomen, snaking towards her center. She rubbed the bar hard against her clit and felt her pussy shudder. She rubbed over her slit over and over while pinching her slippery nipples, until she came. Her cries were muted buy the shower. That as when she looked out the door and saw a pair of eyes watching her. Heart pounding, she turned the faucet off and yelled. "What are you doing?" Brad sheepishly came round the corner, looking ashamed. He looks so sweet, Charlotte thought, so young… She covered herself with a towel. "I am sooo sorry, miss.uh.. Charlotte. I was coming upstairs to use the uh toilet and I heard the shower.. I know I shouldn’t have looked but you are sooo, umm." "Sooo, much older than you?"
Charlotte cut in. "Brad, I’m going to go out for a sec, Ill be right back!" yelled Mary from downstairs, oblivious. "Uh, ok!" shouted Brad. Charlotte and Brad stared at each other then. Her towel slid from her moist, dewy body. Brad moaned. She could see he had a bulging erection. She reached for his jeans and tugged them off. He awkwardly helped. He reached to touch her firm, yet pendulous breasts. It had been awhile since Charlotte had allowed herself to give in to her horniness. This young man was giving her feelings that she had kept inside for ages. He kissed her deeply with his tongue while pressing against her naked body. His cock was an arrow that slapped her abdomen roughly. She guided it to her wet pussy. Wrapping one leg around Brad, she gently pushed him against the wall of the bathroom. She raised his t-shirt above his head. He had a smoothly muscled chest. She reached down to kiss one of his nipples. He whispered, Oh fuck." "Now, don’t cum yet, sweetheart." Charlotte whispered and took his cock fully into her hot tight slit. Her muscles, milked him, she pulsed the walls of her cunt on the young man’s rod to bring herself to orgasm. Her breast slapped his chest and he was thrusting into her pussy over and over, grabbing the round orbs of her ass flesh, biting her shoulder, until he felt his cock spurt hot fluid over and over into the walls of her hot cunt. Charlotte came whimpering and falling against his youthful flesh. They could hear footsteps on the stairs. Charlotte leapt into the shower, throwing Brad’s clothes at him in a panic. He quickly redressed and wandered into the hallway to Mary’s bedroom. "What are you doing here?" Mary asked. "Waiting for you." Brad replied. "No silly, not with my mom so close!" Mary giggled. Brad just smiled. "You are so patient..", Mary said." Maybe tonight we can, you know….." Brad inwardly cheered. It was a good day indeed.
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