The Stormy Morning
Copyright© 2025 by CindySinful
Chapter 12
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 12 - June goes out for a morning run, when a storm comes upon her. She makes it to her garage safely, bringing in a young girl going to school with her, upon which an erotic workout ensues.
Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Romantic Lesbian True Story School Sports Cheating Interracial Black Female White Female Analingus First Food Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Public Sex Nudism
I had an additional surprise for the girls on the weekend when we ran the Columbus Half Marathon – April had also been training for the race and joined us.
Because they were still a couple of years short of the legal age to run the full marathon, I had signed Shelly and May up for the half marathon, while I had signed April and myself up for the full marathon. This was going to be April’s first full marathon, but she had trained well for it. Many times, during the summer, when May and Shelly went home or walked together in the park after running with me, April and I continued for our longer miles. It was funny; the girls did not suspect a thing.
I had initially booked a room for the three of us, but after signing April up a couple of months before race day, I booked another room for her and Shelly.
Shelly almost cried when she saw April at the expo that Saturday afternoon.
Late that afternoon, we dined at a nice Italian restaurant across the street from our hotel, then broke off to our respective rooms.
This was, by far, not my first marathon – but it certainly was May’s first half marathon. She was a bundle of nerves that evening.
“I’m not sure if I can even sleep tonight!” she said.
“That is why we try to get a good night’s sleep on Fridays before those Sunday races,” I said with a chuckle.
She looked at me under fluttering eyebrows. “You know what would help me sleep, though ... a nice, hard orgasm. And, you know ... knowing you had one, too.”
I pursed my lips and shrugged. “Never had sex before a big race, but I am certainly game!”
She giggled and lay on her side. I joined her, looking into her beautiful eyes as I let my fingers do their magic, and as her fingers worked their magic.
“I wish we could run the full,” May breathed heavily as my fingers slid between her lips and gently explored her walls.
“So do I, sweetie. Maybe in a couple of years, when you girls are old enough.”
Her eyelids fluttered. “I hope so. I want to run the whole thing with you sometime, Love.”
I gently kissed her lips. “I want to run the whole thing with you, too, my love. And Shelly.” I bit my lower lip. “But I do want to warn you ... After a long race like that ... I might not be ... comfortable.”
She giggled, then sighed and cocked her head. “I know. I’ll at least give you a good, deep massage when we get home.”
I sighed at the thought and the feeling of her fingers now deep inside of me. “I would love that.”
We held each other tight that night, more than content with looking deep into each other’s eyes and fingering each other until we both came a couple of times, before drifting into an excellent sleep.
Unknown to me, and not something a mother should share too much information about, but in the room next door, my sweet, innocent (OK, not so innocent) daughter and her lover were doing the same thing to relieve pre-race jitters. They also fell asleep, wrapped together in a loving embrace.
I awoke at about 3:30 in the morning, a good half hour before my alarm was set to go off. May was already awake, still holding me tight.
Meanwhile, both April and Shelly were waking up.
Our morning pre-race preparations were not too exciting. We dressed. We stuff extra nutrition gels into our pockets. We made sure (again) that our watches were fully charged. We ensured (again) that our bibs were securely fastened. We made sure (again) that the gels we had just put in our pockets were still there. Out of nervousness, we both went to the bathroom about 2000 times each.
We grabbed our drop-off bags, complete with extra clothing, room keys, a little food, and our phones, and set off. In the lobby, the hotel provided some bananas and bagels. I urged the girls to eat both, explaining that I knew their stomachs were nervous, but the food would still help us during the race. I was happy to see the three of them eat both before we set off for the starting line.
The streets were still dark, but some runners were already out, also heading towards the start line. The closer we got, the larger the crowd became – but it wasn’t too great, as we had all made sure to arrive early. We dropped our bags and arrived at our corral a little after 6 a.m.
Then we waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I love to arrive at the coral early to avoid the crowds, but the wait afterward can be overwhelming. We all visited the port-a-pots several times. The butterflies in our stomachs were so nervous, they had butterflies in their stomachs.
And as time went on, the corral grew more and more crowded.
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