Charlotte and Alice; Part I
For as long as I can remember, I was obsessed with the bodies of older women. 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 …