She stood up facing me.I was my mother's height at the time, maybe five-foot six. She had been chunky before my stepfather got kicked out; spending mo...t of her free time with Rachel trimmed her down. Her black hair had a slight waviness and fell past her shoulders. My mother's body was defined by her curves. The mathematics of her curve matched Rachel's, in a four-inch shorter frame. The new exercise regimen gave her D-cup breasts some youthful lift. Her small waist expanded nicely to hips that. Her dark blue button-down shirt and black pants were tossed carelessly into the laundry hamper in her bathroom, along with her white bra and panties. She stood before the mirror for a moment just staring at her full frontal nudity. She could kind of understand why so many people, especially young men, found her attractive. She'd always thought her face was her best feature, slim and very white, unblemished by pimples, with two large green eyes set evenly to either side of her small nose. Her. He moved next to her body, eying her up and down. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and pulled down his sweat pants, his 7" cock sprang free, hitting her back. She reacted to his flesh hitting hers, eliciting a soft whimper through her gag. Jake reached down, grabbing one of her breasts with his right hand, squeezing it roughly "she wants to be punished, So that’s what she’ll get" he thought to himself. He pinched her nipples as he reached his hand down, skimming it over her ass.. “That's what makes babies, right? Your cum firing into my pussy.”“My pussy!” Charlotte moaned.“Yes, yes, that's how babies are made!” I groaned.The pressure at the tip of my dick swelled so fast. It grew and grew. I groaned, loving how I was hurtling towards my orgasm. Coming closer and closer to that moment of eruption. I would have such a huge burst of pleasure. My face scrunched up. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. This wonderful ache built and built at the tip of my cock. Her.