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The story "We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off..." featured Charlotte, a character based on someone who my mother has known for some time but I had just met her not long before I wrote that story. I told Elcie "Charlotte will be back in different incarnations". I wrote her as my age for that story, but for this story, the character will be closer to the real Charlotte, particularly in age. After I met Charlotte I fell hard for her, and came up with that story, "We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Of..." Not long after a came up with a fantasy about her which this story is based on. Being that this IS fiction, I made a few changes, though but as I said, this is pretty much the real Charlotte. I hope you enjoy it, my Constant Readers, but especially Elcie and RHL. G] *** Sometimes we tend to take things for granted; life can seem to get no better when it throws you a curve ball. That curve ball was my dad passing away unexpectedly. He was only 60, in relatively good health [despite the "beer belly"] and he even could have passed for forty. The autopsy showed he'd had a stroke, and not his first. They found out he'd had another stroke, a small one, that'd gone unnoticed. He was buried two towns over with his father and mother who died before I was even born. I hid my feelings; I felt I had to be tough for mom and sis. Mom had it better off. Hours after we were told he died, my mother's friends started to visit. For the next two weeks, she was never alone. It helped her adjust to life without dad. By the time sis came down from Michigan mom was handling things well. In fact, her closest friend helped her with the funeral and burial arrangements, which his insurance fully covered. Good thing, because dad didn't have Life Insurance. The first curve ball especially affected us because, being the "bread winner", dad had brought in the majority of the income and he was paying for me to go to college. I had to drop out since we couldn't afford it now, which helped with the now-limited income. Mom worked part time cleaning houses. She had to weekly jobs, one bi-weekly and two once a month. She got fifteen dollars an hour. I was able to find part time work also. I scaled back on unnecessary things, cutting my unlimited cell phone plan to a pay-as-you-go plan for emergencies. We were doing pretty well. Things seemed to realign themselves. Life was good again. Until the second curve ball. She was complaining about pain in her leg. Her friend who had helped with the funeral took her to the hospital. It turned out she had a serious problem with her leg and they had no choice but to amputate it. It was a crushing blow to us. When mom got out of the hospital, she stayed with her friend while she recuperated [the best she could] since we lived on the second floor and it was difficult to get around. She wasn't going to be able to work anymore but was going to be able to get on Disability [she was only fifty-two so she couldn't retire]. In the meantime, I found a full time job and I was able to get Food Stamps and Medical so I was able to handle the bills by myself. Which worked out well since mom felt it would be better to live with her friend under the circumstances. It was around that time that I decided to visit the old church we went to cross town when I was little. I'd stopped going to church but wanted to catch up with all friends. That was how I met Charlotte. She was a goddess! With the body of a model, smooth Ebony skin, long flowing black hair well past her shoulders and a pair of DD tits. I finally got the nerve to talk to her. I asked her if she was a model, she said she was in her strong British accent. Charlotte told me she was originally from Manchester, England, which explained the accent. We talked a few minutes then she had to go. I was glad to have met Charlotte but I was sure I would never see my "supermodel" [the nickname I'd given her, she'd laughed] again... A few weeks went by. I ran into an old friend from church at the supermarket. He told me he started going to church again since he and his wife had their first child. She told him she wanted their son "to have religion". I asked him if he knew Charlotte. He didn't know a Charlotte but when I described her he told me her last name, which I hadn't known. Anyway, more time went by. I went by to see my mother and bring her her mail. She was talking to her friend about someone with the same last name as Charlotte. "Wait. Is she Black with a British accent and looks like a model?" I asked. My mom said yeah. "That's Charlotte! I know her!" I told her about how I met her and how I nicknamed her supermodel. My mother laughed and made that "what a small world" remark then called Charlotte. She put the phone on Speaker and when Charlotte picked up I knew right away it was definitely her. My mom and Charlotte talked about some plans they'd made to go somewhere, then she told Charlotte that she knew me. She described me to her and told Charlotte about me calling her supermodel. Charlotte laughed and said yes she remembered me very well. I was pleased and grinning. I was glad the last time I saw her wasn't really THE last time. Some time went by. I'd been bringing clothes over to my mom at her friend's house as she needed it but she still had a lot of clothes here. In fact, she had clothes hanging up in the attic. We didn't have a "traditional" clothesline, my mom had strung the clothesline across the attic and that was where we hung the laundry to dry. Crazy, huh? Most of her clothes in her closet had been sitting there unused for longer than she'd been away. My mom wanted me to wash the clothes before I brought them over. I was doing a load of clothes when the phone rang. I let it go to the answering machine. I was surprised to hear Charlotte's voice. She was looking for my mom of course. I went and picked up the phone. "Hi, Charlotte!" I said. "Jim! It's good to hear you. I was looking for your mother." "She's still at her friend's house." "Oh, right. I guess I dialed the wrong number. Hasn't she moved back in yet?" "No, she decided to live there. It's easier, especially since Social Security is giving her a hard time about getting her a prosthetic leg." "Oh, that's too bad!" Charlotte said with sincere concern. "Well, let me let you go and I'll call her over there. Talk to you later!" I said good bye and hung up. When the clothes were done washing, I started pulling out the clothes one at a time. I folded her pants and skirts in half and laid her blouses and tops over the back of a kitchen chair. When everything was out, I went to my mom's closet to find hangars for her blouses and tops. I always hung them between the skirts and pants. I found enough hangers and hung up the blouses and tops, placing them on a hook on the kitchen wall. Then I smacked my head. I forgot I still had clothes up on the line. I trudged upstairs and started taking down the skirts and pants. Then I began to grab the stuff on hangers. I couldn't get it all at once without dragging clothes on the ground so I brought that stuff back downstairs and hung up the clothes on the hangers and laid out the pants and skirts on her bureau and bed. I was about to head back up into the attic when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone. No one even knows I'm off on Wednesdays. I went down to answer the front door and was surprised to see Charlotte. I opened the door. "Charlotte! What are you doing here?" She grinned up at me. "Well, I got to thinking about you living all by yourself now and thought you might enjoy some company. I was going to take you out to lunch." I didn't mind so much being alone, but I wasn't going to turn down the chance to be alone with my supermodel. "Thanks! I need to hang up some laundry first. Do you want to come up, Charlotte?" "Sure, thank you." She stepped up onto the front porch, I was ogling her hot body, trying not to be obvious. Charlotte had on some jeans and a tight sweater that showed off her huge tits. I closed the door and motioned for her to go first. "I've been here a few times to pick up your mother but I've never come upstairs," Charlotte said. I watched her medium-sized butt sway as she went upstairs. I hadn't realized Charlotte had such a small frame before. And when she got upstairs I noticed she was shorter than I had first believed when we first met. I was curious about her height. Asking a woman her height is almost as bad as asking her her age [I knew Charlotte was forty-seven, my mom told me, though she looks no older than forty. I'm twenty myself]. "Ummm, Charlotte, if you don't mind me asking how tall are you? I'd've sworn you were taller when I first met you..." Charlotte grinned mischievously. "I don't mind. I'm 5'1". I was wearing very high heels when we met." "Oh." Charlotte laughed. I had flipped the lid of the laundry hamper over and laid the skirts and pants over it. I grabbed the clothes on the hangers and laid them on top, folding them over so the top part of the hangers wouldn't snag on anything on the way upstairs. Charlotte followed me up, making small talk as we went. I always hung my mom's clothes at the front part of the attic. I laid down the hamper lid and was just placing the clothes on the hangers on a hook temporarily when Charlotte asked "What's that?" "What's what?" I asked. "That." Charlotte was pointing at a long dress. A long, purple dress. "Oh, that. It's my mom's dress," I said nonchalantly. "I've never seen her wear and I'm glad I haven't. I can't picture her wearing it, she doesn't have the figure for it." It was true. My mom was short [but not as short as Charlotte] frumpy. This dress was sexy. As I said, it was purple. It was also made of a stretchy material that I pictured clinging to my mom, and that wouldn't be a pretty sight to see. I realized what I'd said to Charlotte and figured she was about to defend my mom, so I "cut her off at the pass". "But I know it would look amazing on your supermodel body, Charlotte," I said. "You definitely have the curves for it." Her smiled went wide. She looked slightly embarrassed by my praise but mostly pleased. "Why, thank you! That was a sweet thing to say." "I'm just being honest. I really would love to see it on you." Charlotte got really quiet as I started hanging the pants on the clothesline. Then "Do you really think I should? You know, try it on?" "Sure. My mom wouldn't mind, but she'd never even know." "Oh, all right," Charlotte took the dress by its hanger off the clothesline. "You could try it on in there," I said, pointing out the little room off to one side. "I won't peek." Charlotte laughed and I watched her butt sway once more as she headed over to the small room and went in. I went back to hanging up the pants, putting a hangered blouse or top in between each, then I started hanging up her skirts. I was done by the time Charlotte came back out. I whistled. "How do I look?" She said as she slowly turned for me. Boy, did that purple dress hug her curves! Her tits and butt looked like torpedoes ready to burst from the dress! "Very fuckable..." I said before my brain caught up with mouth. My face grew hot and I put my hand over my mouth. "I - I'm sorry, Charlotte!" She laughed. "It's all right. I've lived twice as long as you have and I've heard a lot worse. I'll take it as a compliment and say thank you!" "You're welcome!" "You know something? I do feel fuckable," Charlotte said, then giggled. "This material feels so sexy against my skin, and it's so bloody tight! I had to take off my bra and even my knickers since I hadn't worn a thong today." I felt my face grow hotter. My eyes slid down to her chest and it was now obvious Charlotte WAS braless. Visibly, her huge tits only sagged slightly despite their size and I could see the outline of her large areolaes. I couldn't help but get hard. "Oh, my," Charlotte purred as her nipples popped out. "You really, really do like me in this dress..." She teased. Moving closer, Charlotte reached out and cupped my crotch. I reached up and held her tits. She sighed. "It's been a long time since I felt this way. I feel so desired by you, I haven't felt that way since my last husband." Yeah, my mom told me Charlotte had been married a few times. She pulled my head down and kissed me. I returned the kiss as I kneaded her massive tits. Charlotte got my jeans open and pulled my cock out of my boxers, stroking it. I pulled the dress up around her waist and slid a hand between her legs. I felt the hairiest pussy I'd ever felt. And Charlotte was already wet. I broke the kiss and bent her over a stack of boxes. "Oh, my..." She sighed. I grabbed my throbbing cock and aimed it at her black- haired pussy. I slid it in on the first stroke. Charlotte moaned. I began to move in and out of her slowly. She ground her pussy back against me. "Fuck me faster," She hissed. "I'm so horny!" It turned me on to hear Charlotte talk like that. I grabbed her hips and began to ram into her. "Mmmm, that's more like it!" She moaned. A few minutes later Charlotte came. And came. And came. I lost track of how many orgasms she had. Several of them were pretty intense as her pussy went ballistic around my cock. I fucked her in that position for about twenty-five minutes. I pulled out, turned Charlotte around and lowered her to the floor. She spread her legs and begged me to stick it back in. But first I pulled the stretchy material of the dress below her tits. I had to see them. I cupped her tits as Charlotte impatiently grabbed my cock and slid it back into her hot, tight pussy. I slammed it into her as I roughly kneaded her tits, making Charlotte gasp and groan. I fucked her harder and her orgasms became more intense and loud. I lasted another twenty minutes before I felt my nuts tighten up. My cock seemed to swell up, I grunted and shot my first volley of jizz into her womb. I kept jamming my cock into her as I shot bolt after bolt into her spasming pussy. Finally spent, I slid out of her and rolled onto my back. "So much for lunch," I teased. "Fuck lunch," Charlotte shot back. "I'm going to have to come visit you more often!" I looked at Charlotte and she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I was looking forward to her future visits very much... 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