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Charlotte and Alice; Part I
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It didn't matter if it was a teacher at school, or a friend's mom, I always had a love for thick, mature bodies.
I met Charlotte when I had just turned twenty and she was in her early fifties. I had started dating her daughter, Alice, but I'd be lying if I said Charlotte didn't have my full attention from the jump. Charlotte was a heavy-set woman, red hair that flowed down to her shoulders, with round DD breasts that hung down over her belly, thick thighs, wide hips, and a fat ass. Despite being a redhead, her skin was a light tan complexion from her Italian heritage. Her face was nicely aged, light lines on her forehead and next to her eyes. To most, she might not turn heads; She was your typical mom-next-door you'd see at any parents' club meeting or school sporting event. But to me, she was in her prime.
When I initially had met Charlotte, she was even heavier, though that didn't bother me in the slightest. A few months into knowing her, she had a weight loss surgery that morphed her physique into a perfectly thick, more shapely and juicy mom body. Lighter than she had been, but still with PLENTY of meat on her bones.
Anytime I had set foot into the house, I found myself tripping over my words when talking to her and doing my best not to make it obvious that I was eyeing her up from head to toe. I took all of her in, any chance I possibly could. Whether she was standing in another room, walking out to go somewhere, or sitting across from me in the living room, my eyes traced every curve of her as slyly as I could.
It was safe to say I was infatuated with her. I wanted her so badly for so long. But it all came to a head one evening when I found myself using her bathroom when Alice and I were alone. There were only two bathrooms in the entire house, one for guests in the middle and one attached to her bedroom. When Alice was using the main bathroom, I made my way into her mother's. As I cut through Alice's parents' room, I couldn't help but notice how messy it was. Clothes everywhere, various things strewn about, as if it were in a state of constant renovation. It was then I noticed Charlotte's massive bras hanging from the closet door across the room. I wanted so badly to go touch them, but I shook the idea out of my mind and proceeded into the bathroom, and closed the door behind me.
I pulled down my pants and started peeing when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pile of bundled up, worn clothes on the ground next to the sink. Charlotte's clothes. My heart was racing. I finished pissing, but kept my shorts down. I reached down and gently moved the clothes until I saw them: her panties. They were nothing special, just a pair of blue cotton briefs, but the aroma that was oozing out of them was too much for me to handle. I slinged them across my fingers, gusset up. My cock began to stir. I raised the panties to my face, and inhaled deeply.
I almost audibly moaned. The deep, mature musk Charlotte had was intoxicating. I exhaled slowly, my head spinning, my heart pounding in my chest. I smelled them again, and began to stroke myself. God, I loved it. She almost had a similar scent to Alice, but even deeper of a smell that lingered much longer in my nostrils. I couldn't control myself and touched my tongue to the gusset stains, trying to taste any of Charlotte that I could. It was faint, but it was there. I briefly paused and pulled them away, when I noticed a few dark red pubic hairs stuck to the gusset.
Charlotte definitely had a bush. I knew it.
That only turned me on more. I stroked hard and fast, my cock fully erect with the thought of Charlotte in my mind; I tried to imagine her leaving her clothes on the floor that morning. So innocent and casual, not knowing her daughter's boyfriend would be pleasuring himself to her scents only hours later.
Before I could cum, Alice called for me. Shit. It had been a few minutes since I'd gotten in there, and my head was so full of euphoria, that I lost track of the time. I quickly dropped the panties back into the pile of clothes, arranged them how I found them to the best of my ability, and pulled my shorts up, cock still erect.
I wanted Charlotte's hot sex. I needed Charlotte's hot sex.
That's all I thought about as my cock penetrated Alice's tight vagina. Not but moments after I almost climaxed onto her mother's bathroom floor, I found myself fucking Alice. I was thrusting into her with gusto, my eyes closed. I felt all over her curvy body, imagining it was her mother's. I kissed her deeply, imagining it was her mother's tongue I was sucking on. I pumped my cum into her, imagining it was her mother's warm, wet mature pussy that I was cumming inside of.
We laid there, sweaty and naked, as we'd done plenty of times before. After a few minutes, she got up and told me we needed to get dressed, because her parents would be home soon. I nodded, and she walked out of her room with her clothes and into the bathroom to shower.
I sat up in her bed, my cock limp on her bed, covered in both of our juices. I caught my breath and then slid back into my clothes. I went into the kitchen to wipe my face, then walked into the living room, and sat down in front of the TV. Not but a few minutes later, Charlotte entered through the front door.
She greeted me, and I greeted her back. We didn't talk too much past pleasantries and small chat, as I mentioned earlier, I always found myself tripping on my words when we did, so I tried to keep myself cool and collected by not saying too much.
Charlotte tossed her purse onto the kitchen counter, then poured herself a glass of water before walking to her dining room table and began shuffling through mail. Though the rooms were separated by a wall, I still had a slight glimpse at her. She waved a piece of junk mail back and forth in front of her face, fanning herself. She looked up quickly and we locked eyes. I awkwardly tried to look back at the TV playing in the living room, but it was a little too late at that point.
"It's hot out there today," she said, still fanning herself.
"Oh yeah, it is starting to get pretty hot out there again," I said. We were on the cusp of summer, and the heat was rising day by day.
For some reason, I chimed in that Alice and I had been outside earlier (not a lie), and that's why she was in the shower (a partial lie.)
Charlotte lightly chuckled, "I don't blame her. I'm about to go do that myself. I chose a bad day to wear a long sleeved shirt to work."
I politely chuckled in response, and looked back at her. She was wearing a long sleeved green shirt that almost looked like a thin sweater, her massive breasts outlined perfectly by the fabric. Down below, a pair of tight black pants and brown slip on shoes. I briefly imagined working at Charlotte's office and getting to see her body lightly bouncing around every day. What a dream that would be.
From where I was sitting, I could see she was visibly sweating on her forehead, some of her hair sticking to her face. I noticed she had some light pit stains on her shirt, as she awkwardly began to reach an arm behind herself. I quickly averted my eyes when I realized what she was doing: Charlotte was taking her bra off underneath her shirt.
I side-eyed her as the clasp came undone and she pulled it down from underneath her shirt; the weight of her breasts, combined with her aging flesh, caused them to flop downward in her shirt.
Jesus Christ.
Though this wasn't the first time I'd seen her wearing a shirt without a bra underneath it, it was the first time I'd seen her actually remove the bra. My assumption was maybe she thought I couldn't see her well enough from where I was sitting. Or maybe she was that comfortable with me, as I'd been dating her daughter for a couple years at that point. Either way, I loved it.
She stood up, crumpling up some of her mail and putting others in a small letter holder on the counter. She walked around to the trash can and tossed the junk mail. I watched every step as her massive mammaries lightly bounced with every step. She slid out of her shoes and left them by the door. As she walked back towards her bedroom, I heard the shower turn off in the main bathroom. She called out to me as she turned the corner, "Feel free to stick around for dinner, if you'd like!"
I thanked her and waited patiently for Alice to get out of the bathroom. I flipped through the channels on the living room TV aimlessly as I heard the light hiss of the shower starting in Charlotte's bathroom. Again, my mind began racing to the thought of Charlotte slipping out of her work clothes, sticky and smelly, letting them each drop to the floor. I imagined her looking at her thick voluptuous body, lightly sweaty from the summer heat. I imagined her turning to the side, looking at her profile. Her long body, sagging breasts, hanging belly, her creamy jiggling thighs, all wrapped up with her round butt. Slowly caressing herself before hopping into the shower and making it all wet and--
Before I got too lost in thought, Alice walked around the corner with a towel in her hair, plain t-shirt on, and black sweatpants. She smiled at me as she passed by the doorway, towards their laundry room. I smiled back and did my best to try to make my erection subside before she got into the living room.
Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) for me, I was unsuccessful. When I saw my girlfriend again, I couldn't help but stay up. Alice was built similarly to her mom. Very thick, tall, long legs, big tits, an even fatter ass, and the best pussy I'd ever had. Well, to be fair, the only pussy I'd ever had up to that point.
I eyed up her braless tits under her shirt. Just as big as Charlotte's, with less sag. She looked so good. And based on how Charlotte's body had aged, she would remain looking good for years to come.
Alice sat down on the couch next to me and I told her that her mom had gotten home, and was in the shower, and that she invited me to stay for dinner. Alice smiled, then asked me what I was watching on TV. I shrugged and told her I was just flipping through the channels. She asked if I wanted to watch some cooking show that she started watching on Netflix so I handed her the remote. As she settled into the couch, she leaned back onto me and was quickly met with my stiffness poking her. She quickly leaned forward and laughed, "Are you still hard??"
My face went red. How would I explain this?
"Uh. Yeah. I mean, you just look good, baby. All fresh out the shower," I said. Not a lie.
She smiled and kissed me deep as she hit play on the cooking show. We were making out on the couch and before I knew it, she was rubbing my cock through my shorts.
"Babe, your mom is home, and your dad will be, too, any second!" I tried to warn her as her skinny little fingers slipped their way past my waistband.
"So?" she said devilishly.
It wasn't an unlikely scenario that we'd mess around while her parents were home. Plenty of times we'd do things in her bedroom with her parents in the living room, or even out in the backyard at night while they were home. I gasped lightly as she gripped my cock and pulled it out of my shorts.
I laid back on the couch, anxious as hell. We hadn't gotten caught yet, but that could always change. Alice kissed me hard before spitting into her hand and continued stroking me. Fuck, it felt good. But it was also nerve-racking.
My arm around her, I slid my hand under her shirt. She quickly pulled it higher, letting her breasts drop from the bottom. I squeezed her mounds of flesh, teasing her nipples. She moaned into my mouth as I did so. I began kissing on her neck, before darting my eyes back to the doorway of the living room, making sure no one was watching.
Alice quickly hopped off of the sofa and took me into her mouth. My cock isn't anything huge, and she deep-throated me with ease. She gagged lightly as I hit the back of her throat, and she began to suck me fast and deep.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck," I whispered under my breath as I held onto her red hair, feeling her saliva running down my ballsack.
Not but a minute later was when I heard that hiss again. Charlotte was finished her shower.
I was close to cumming, just from the heat of the moment. I whispered down to Alice, "Your mom is out of the shower. Get up here."
But Alice did not. She held my thighs and started sucking me with no hands. Her head bobbing up and down. I grabbed her head in an effort to get her to stop. I could feel my balls tightening. I was definitely going to bust.
"Alice, please. Get up here before she walks out here!" I begged her.
Alice looked up at me and smiled slyly before pulling my cock out of her mouth, licking from the underside of my balls to my tip. She put her lips around my cockhead, and that was it.
I shot thick, hot ropes down her throat. I held her face in place and lightly thrusted my hips, until every last drop was out of me. I looked down at her, cum pooled at her lips. She swallowed and smiled at me.
We heard a doorknob click and both jumped. I yanked my shorts back up and she wiped her face with her shirt and pulled it back down.
A couple minutes passed after we settled into the couch when Charlotte walked into the kitchen. Her hair, much like her daughter's, was wrapped up in a towel. My cock, still going limp in my shorts, could help but twitch when it saw what she was wearing: a sleeveless grey cloth nightgown with pink trim that only went to right above her knees, with no bra on. I could easily make out the entire shape of her breasts, including the finger-tip sized nipples pointing at the ends. She looked up and saw Alice and I on the couch. Alice was watching TV, and I had my arms around her, as if she wasn't just on her knees sucking the life out of me.
Charlotte smiled at us as she walked to the laundry room with her clothes. Alice looked at me and sighed a short sigh of relief that we hadn't been caught before snuggling back into me.
"I'll be starting dinner soon, if that's okay with you two;" she chimed from the other room.
"Sounds good," Alice said, mindlessly playing with my hand.
"It'll just be the three of us tonight. John is out of town for the week for work," Charlotte mentioned. John was her husband.
My brain sparked at the thought. This would be the first time ever that it would just be the three of us in their house at the same time.
My mind was going in a hundred different directions, but it all led back to one thing: Could I put the moves on Charlotte tonight? Could I somehow manage to make my way into her bed? Even with Alice here?
It would be impossible, I thought to myself. As I looked back into the kitchen through the doorway, I watched as Charlotte bent down to get a pot out of a cabinet near the floor. As she did so, her short nightgown raised up, and I got a clear view of her wide, fat ass, in a tiny black pair of cheekys.
I was going to do it.
I was going to fuck Charlotte that night.
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