Middle-aged Novels & Stories

, I said busting out in tears because I didn't understand the present situation I was in. I have a stressful day at work and I come back to see my house empty. "Oh dear, I really don't know what you are talking about", Mama Maggie said. I could see the waves in her forehead as they squeezed, her cheeks sag more than usual in pity. Mama Maggie is an old gray haired lady in her late 60s. Her back is slightly hunched due to old age, and she also has this brown long stick that aids in her walk and to scold her grand children when they come to visit. Her walking pace is usually slow and only the patient once can wait on her. She looks much younger from afar until she is at arms length.

“Oh, it’s nothing serious, and it definitely isn’t going anywhere. I could never be a cougar.” She shuddered. “Though, I am happy that he’s taking you.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Giving off the older man vibes but still young enough to have plenty of mileage left? Chef’s kiss, I say.” I blinked. “Mileage… What?” She laughed. “They say once a guy hits his forties or so, you have to worry about his back going out. Better start enjoying all the benefits of youth: great back, quick recovery time, eagerness, so much to learn, high sex drive—“

I said to him in disbelief but his grin widened, he wasn't even offended by my remarks. "Oh please, if only you knew how good matured girls when it comes to sex. I love it when my fiancee takes control of my body, they can last up to four to five rounds compared to young girls who don't even know how to suck." Mason said laughing and I couldn't help but also laugh at what he said, I knew what he was saying was true. It seems that apart from Mason, I can no longer remember the persons that I had sex with the same age, almost all of them are in their late twenties or thirties. "Have you tried older men?" Mason asked with a curious tone of his voice. I looked at Mason and smirked at him.

Everybody in the pack appears to regard him. Looking into, I can't help thinking about how they generally live in such a major spot. It is so dated, clearly not worked by these attractive adolescents... gracious, obviously. They are presumably fifty to a hundred years of age. In any case, the greater part of them don't for even a moment look nineteen, however Sebastian could be mistaken for being in his twenties.

I asked. “It’s not something I like to talk about and I’m sure you have better things to do than sit around, listening to a middle-aged woman whine about her life,” she said. I stretched my hand over the kitchen counter to grab her hand. “Don’t say that about yourself, Alice. You’re a beautiful woman and I take offence at the use of middle-aged. The proper term would be mature,” I said. “You’re a woman that has lived to a certain extent and has seen things I could never begin to imagine, seeing that I’ve been in this world barely two decades.”

I asked. “It’s not something I like to talk about and I’m sure you have better things to do than sit around, listening to a middle-aged woman whine about her life,” she said. I stretched my hand over the kitchen counter to grab her hand. “Don’t say that about yourself, Alice. You’re a beautiful woman and I take offence at the use of middle-aged. The proper term would be mature,” I said. “You’re a woman that has lived to a certain extent and has seen things I could never begin to imagine, seeing that I’ve been in this world barely two decades.”

The middle-aged woman's face darkened, and she chided, “kid, are you blind? Can't you see me and my husband are here already? Or, we are too little in your eyes for you to consider us” Miles's body stiffened, the middle-aged man added “kids of these days, should learn how our ancestors did things, you should regard aged ones like us so that you could receive the blessings of longevity” Miles' face stiffened, and he mumbled sorry and stepped out of the office, he waited patiently outside the doctor's office door, until the couple exited the door. He rushed in the moment the couple stepped, the middle-aged

It was as if her protest wasn't wholehearted. ‘You are thirty-six, Karen,' Midas grandfather said, and I almost rolled my eyes at his attempt at trivializing the whole issue. ‘What difference does that make?’ Karen asked sounding annoyed. ‘It means you are a year above half of my age,’ Midas’ grandfather said chuckling. ‘This is not funny,’ Karen said hissing. ‘I didn't say it is,’ Midas’ grandfather said before adding, ‘Come here, Karen. Let me hold you, even if it is just for a minute.’