Disclaimer -- All characters are 18 or older.
Intro -- Sara is a 44-year-old woman with a 21-year-old daughter, Hope. Sara starts jogging for exercise through a nearby park where she encounters a young group of 21-year-old black men. Things happen from there. This story has older woman/ younger man elements. It has interracial sex and racist stereotypes. It has some lesbian action and mother/ daughter incest. You've been forewarned. If any of this isn't your thing, just move on to the next story. All others, enjoy.
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Sara stood in her bra and panties, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She studied her 44-year-old body in dismay at the 30 pounds of extra weight she carried on her 5'4" frame. If she was being kind, she'd describe herself as buxom. If she was being honest, though, she'd describe herself as chubby.
She pinched the fat hanging over the waistband of her panties and cursed her puffy cheeks and the jiggle in her legs. I have to do something about this, she thought. At least her shoulder length auburn hair hadn't started turning grey yet, and her green eyes still looked sharp. The lines were starting to show on her face, but if she wore make up, she could still pass for a woman in her 30's. An out of shape woman in her 30's, anyway. There are limits to how much make-up can fix, and it can't fix an extra 30 pounds.
Half her wardrobe was pushed to the back of the closet because it no longer fit, while the other half was on the verge of no longer fitting. Sara had recently taken to wearing loose dresses since they felt more comfortable, but she decided, enough was enough, and resolved to get into better shape.
She changed out of her regular bra into a sports bra. If there was one positive to her weight gain, it was that her B cup breasts were now a C cup, although she'd gladly trade them back for her old figure. She got dressed into her exercise clothes - running shorts, tank top, socks, and shoes - and then she was ready to go.
Sara stepped out the front door of her upper middle-class neighborhood. SUV's and newer sedans were parked in every driveway. She started a slow jog, thinking how she had to pace herself. At the end of her neighborhood, she followed the path through a small grove of trees into Shepherd Park. Shepherd Park was a basic community park with a baseball field, some tennis courts, playgrounds, picnic shelters, and basketball courts. Winding through those amenities was a running trail. One loop on that running trail was about a half mile. She figured if she could do a few laps, that would be a good kick start to her exercise goals.
She ran past the playgrounds with kids playing and parents idly watching their phones. Sara ran past a family barbecuing at one of the picnic shelters. She already felt better about herself, noting how out of shape that family looked. At least she was exercising and trying to get into better shape, she mused. She passed by the empty tennis courts and then jogged up a small hill that led to the basketball courts.
Almost out of breath from the short ascent, she stopped at the top to catch her breath. She stood with her hands on her knees and in dismay at how easily winded she became. There were three young black men at the basketball courts. They seemed to stop their game and then started talking. Were they laughing at her, she wondered?
Behind the basketball courts was a subsidized housing complex. She didn't know much about it, but she knew neighbors who complained about the quality of people it put near her neighborhood, depressing their property values.
"Yo, you need some help or something?" one of them called out to her.
Sara shook her head, embarrassed. She realized she probably looked like she was staring at them. Her breath was recovered, and she resumed her jog past the basketball court. She decided one lap was probably enough for today as she neared the fork in the path that led back to her neighborhood. Within a few minutes, she was back home, resting her tired feet and sitting under a ceiling fan to cool off.
The next day, Sara was ready to go running again. This time she remembered to stretch beforehand. She figured she'd try to pace herself even slower, and hopefully she wouldn't have to stop halfway like last time. Her goal was to complete at least 2 laps in Shepherd park this time.
And everything went well till she hit the same short hill leading up to the basketball courts. Again, her endurance failed her, and she stopped to catch her breath. This time, there was only one young black man at the courts. She thought he looked like the one who called out to her yesterday.
"Yo, you need something? Something you want over here?"
Sara froze, unsure how to answer. Definitely the same guy as yesterday. Probably around 20 years old.
"I -- I'm sorry. I'm just out of shape," Sara muttered between breaths. "
The guy laughed. "Thought you was checking me out or something."
Sara was taken aback. "No, no, I wasn't, as you say, checking you out."
"It's alright if you were. You ain't got to be ashamed."
Sara couldn't believe what the young man was insinuating.
"I've got to go," she replied curtly, as she turned to start jogging again. She thought she heard his laughter trailing behind her.
That evening, Sara thought about her encounter with the young black man in the park. Had she somehow inadvertently sent him some signals?
The more she thought about it, though, the more her mind wandered to the man himself. He was much taller than her, probably about 6'1", but skinny. Maybe 150 pounds. The confident and brazen way he spoke to her made her nervous, although she wasn't sure what kind of nervous. She felt a fear, but she also felt a tinge of excitement.
God, I'm old enough to be his mom, Sara thought to herself. Actually, since he probably lived in the subsidized housing, there's decent odds I'm older than his mom, she reconsidered. Though she knew next to nothing about him, not even his name, she found herself replaying their interactions through her mind. Still later, she caught her hand rubbing her wet mound while thinking about him.
God, what am I doing, she scolded herself? She was a manager at a large building management corporation and had nothing in common with him. It just served to remind her how lonely she was. Her daughter, Hope, was 21 and out of the house now. Hope's father had been AWOL for over a decade, and she hadn't been in a serious relationship in over 5 years. She had given up on relationships, instead filling her time with church groups and tending to her yard.
The next day, she considered taking a different running path, but decided she wouldn't let him scare her off. She just needed to make it past that hill by the basketball courts without stopping and ignore him.
As she got to the hill, she was determined to power through it, but her will was greater than her strength, and she slowed again as she reached the top.
"See, what did I tell you? Every day that bitch is checking me out. She must like chocolate popsicles."
There stood her tormentor, along with the other two guys from the first day again.
With her hands on her knees and still catching her breath, she glared toward the courts.
"Don't flatter yourself," she called between breaths. They laughed at her in reply.
"You're feisty today. I like it," he shouted back. "I bet that lily-white pussy is a fine fuck."
Sara was shocked by his brazenness. And somewhat flattered by it, even though she knew she should be repulsed. It'd been a long time since anyone had appealed to her sexual side, and it awakened something inside her.
The three young men whooped it up at her expense.
"What's your digits?" the stranger shouted back.
She shot him a confused look. He pointed at her arm where her cell phone was secure in an arm band.
Reflexively, she recited her number, and then immediately regretted it. Within seconds, she felt her phone vibrate. The text came from an unknown number with a one-word message --
Jerome
Sara stared at her phone screen for a long moment before finally replying, "I have to go."
Jerome smiled smugly as he watched her jog off.
*****
Sara got back home after she finished her jog and jumped in the shower. As the water rolled down her naked body, she thought about her encounter with Jerome. He both scared and excited her, and she felt her nipples harden while thinking about him.
She toweled off after the shower and picked up her phone to find unread text messages. She saw they were from Jerome, and she clicked on the text string.
U no u want it
