When she heard the door creaking open, Charlotte had dived off the bed to hide from Jaime, hoping to reach the bathroom. When she was through the curtains of the four poster bed, she realised that the path to the bathroom was visible from the door, with Jaime's shadow spread across the scattered underwear on the floor. She heard her step-daughter saying
"Mu-um?" from the open doorway.
'Oh God,' thought Charlotte, 'I can't let her find me like this! How could I be so stupid?! Can't I control myself for a few minutes when I meet a handsome guy? Just can't resist a good fuck, can you Charlotte?'
"Mum! Please, Lou needs all the help she can get out there..."
Charlotte pressed herself down against the curtain and the carpet, hoping to hide from the advancing footsteps. Suddenly she realised her panties were still rolled uselessly around her knees, her wet pussy exposed to Jaime's impending view. She grabbed a previously discarded wrap from the floor, translucent black fabric in a long rectangle, and clutched it around herself, desperately trying to hide her large breasts, nipples still hard. God, but Sam had been so good....
A creak behind her stopped her thoughts. Sam was still on the bed. Would Jaime look...?
"Mum?" went Jaime's voice, clearly surprised. "Christ, how can you be still in bed?" God, what would she think when she found this guy in her step-mother's bed? Suddenly she'd just be some evil whore bitch, fucking random men, cheating on her dad! Sadness raced through Charlotte; she loved both Jaime and her father, but she couldn't help needing a little extra-marital help sometimes. With a husband almost ten years older than her, she couldn't always get satisfaction at home... but she'd always tried to be a good wife and step-mother. Now poor innocent Jaime would hate her, and everything would be ruined...
Charlotte fell silently to the floor in despair -- and realised that she could see under the curtains, under the bed, to the floor on the other side! Jaime's feet were visible directly opposite as her voice happily went "Wakey wakey!" and the curtains were whipped open. Charlotte knew that Sam was found -- she lay still through the silence before hearing Jaime murmur "Oh, I can see you're already up..."
The small feet were moving away in silence. Charlotte clung to the feeble wrap in tension. What next? The door crashed shut -- Jaime was still inside. Now she was talking again:
"I get it, I think. It's a wedding, there's lots of tension and emotion...stress, too, I guess. But I can't believe this. I send you to fetch my mother, not a difficult task, and you... you..." Charlotte blushed, beginning to hope -- Jaime wasn't blaming her at least, maybe she thought she'd been seduced by Sam, maybe there was still a hope for them! Jaime finally continued "You... start wanking!"
Charlotte's heart leapt! As long as Sam didn't confess, Jaime wouldn't think she was a whore at all! And as soon as Jaime left, she could lock the door, climb on top of Sam's lovely thick cock, and fuck them both silly in celebration! Her body began to re-ignite, nipples hardening and pussy moistening -- the thought of how nearly they'd been caught was starting to excite her now. When would Jaime finish moralising and let her mother fuck? The door clicked -- locked.
