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This story includes consensual sex betwenn people of different ages, if this not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise I hope you enjoy.
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Charlotte was relieved that her daughter was finally married and she could now enjoy the celebration afterwards. Her daughter Hazel had turned into the proverbial 'Bridezilla' during the planning and Charlotte was less than thrilled with her choice of husband. He was at best a dullard and at worst just a wet lettuce. She had done her best to dissuade her daughter but Hazel couldn't shake her worship of her late father and expected this dullard to be his par and Charlotte knew full well, he wasn't.
The deed was done and now Charlotte was going to have to live with her choice. She made her way out on to the back lawn from the marquee and surveyed her beautiful flower beds that had been sacrificed in the name of the bride's bouquet. Just then she heard a familiar voice ask, "Now what is a beautiful lady doing on her own?"
Charlotte smiled and turned to see the beaming expression on her daughters first boyfriend Jack. She replied "I was waiting for some handsome prince to rescue me and here you are. I still can't get over it wasn't you stood opposite my daughter earlier. Did your parents manage to make it here today?"
Jack's smile was infectious "Yes, they made it and are currently popping some rather dubious shapes on the dance floor. I have to admit that it seemed strange getting an invite to my ex's wedding."
Charlotte shrugged and replied "Well your Mum is one of my oldest friends and you and Hazel have been friends since you were both toddlers. I just wish Hazel's choice of husband could have half the personality that you have. Why couldn't it be you up there?"
Jack knew this would be asked and so he decided to reply honestly "As pretty as your daughter is, I'm afraid she just isn't you. You are universally nice to everyone you cross paths with, you are generous to a fault and yes, she is pretty but she isn't beautiful like her mother is. You've ruined me for other women."
Charlotte snorted a laugh and put her hand on Jack's chest. "You really are a sweetie but you can overdo things you charmer."
Jack looked serious as she said, "I'm being totally serious, you just can't see what is blatantly obvious to the rest of the opposite sex." Charlotte looked confused so he clarified "I'm being brutally honest. I doubt our paths will cross much since Mum moved to the coast and so I might as well be straight up with you. I have a thing for redheads thanks to you. I gravitate to women older than me, that ones on you as well. The problem is when I'm getting to know a woman and I'm constantly comparing them to you and so far, no one has come anywhere close to me wanting to progress things further."
Charlotte was floored, his responses were nothing like she would have expected. "What?... How?... When?" she stumbled.
Jack's smile broadened at her being lost for words and so he ploughed straight on "When is the easy part. You won't remember but about a month before Hazel and I split I was at your house one day and we were having a conversation about something and nothing. You were dusting the coffee table and the way you were knelt over you perhaps didn't realise but the neckline of the top you were wearing that day was opened as you leant forward, I got a look straight down at your cleavage. That wouldn't have been too different from previous occasions but you were rubbing something quite vigorously and your breasts were jiggling around so invitingly wonderful. Later that day Hazel wanted me to make love to her and I just couldn't get that mental image out of my head. That's when I realised that I couldn't make a long term relationship with her. She was always going to fall short against her mother. What I didn't realise back then was every woman has ever since."
Charlotte was rivetted to the spot, the colour drained from her face and seemed to manifest at her neck and upper chest. Jack was just stood there smiling, enjoying having her on the wrong foot but still drinking in how beautiful she was in her modest dress that clung to every curve. As had been the case since he could get erect, his focus had been on her chest. He had known women with larger beasts but he could never shake the image of Charlottes bound in her bra cups jiggling invitingly as she rubbed that stain. "I... I..." was all she could mumble.
A boy her daughters age had just confessed his infatuation for her and she was so far out of her comfort zone she had lost the ability to form coherent sentences, or even string two words together for that matter. He smiled again, that dazzling panty wetting smile and said "There is no need to say anything. I just wanted to answer your original question. I don't think I've said how radiant you look today."
"Thank you" Charlotte replied after a short pause. 'There I've managed to form two words together. Now to do that for a complete sentence.' "I'm having trouble computing what you're saying."
Jack smiled and thought 'No shit.' Instead of voicing his thoughts he decided to press home his advantage "You don't have to say or do anything. I just want you know how ravishing you look today. I'm sure you toned your look down so that you didn't upstage Hazel but damn, even understated you look good. Damn good." The front of his trousers felt a familiar stirring as was the case when he thought of her body and beauty.