Older Woman With Younger Guys Novels & Stories

"You little dummy, still so scatterbrained. Look at you crying from the cold, and you didn't even think to grab a jacket." 18-year-old Selena ruffled my hair and draped a jacket over my shoulders. That familiar scent of pine and the warmth momentarily left me dazed. … "So what you're saying is, the 30-year-old me got her wish and married you but didn't cherish it. And not only did I get involved with some male secretary who supposedly saved me, but I kept pushing you for a divorce?" At home, the younger Selena still had barbecue sauce at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were filled with horror.

She bats her eyes at me, and I cannot help but roll my eyes at her. I bend down and pick the button up, knowing she is looking at my ass. This was probably the most action the old woman had gotten in years, so I let her get her fill. “Did you get what you were after?” I smirk at her, and as I look up, a crowd is growing from the show between us. A young woman with long blonde hair approached, looking concerned. “Grandma, are you okay? Did he do something to you?” The woman snapped out of her flirty mood and remembered her grumpy mood from earlier. “Take your harlot ways and be gone from here, you leach.”

"How old is she?" It was not just his imagination. After all, the little girl's features looked eerily similar to his own. Before I could respond, my daughter, Matilda King, cheerfully answered, "I'm five years old!" Daniel's expression darkened. A deep, inexplicable disappointment filled his heart. If the child he and Abigail had conceived had survived… they would be around the same age now. I picked up Matilda and walked away. Even after a distance, I could still feel his gaze burning into my back.

I too was smiling just by watching her smile. The song ended, and more elderly people requested their favorite songs from her. I didn’t realize that I already walked inside the hall and some old ladies were already clinging in my arms. They pinched my cheek so hard that it hurts, but I don’t know how to deal with old folks. My grandparents were never like this to me before. “Are you married already, young man?” one asked. “You’ll be perfect for my Nina” another said and soon they were planting kisses on my cheeks.

“Ummm…yeah.” “So she’s like 50?” Cassy says, and I hear Sarah gaps. “Are you dating an older lady now, just like mom is dating a 25 year old. Is that a thing now?” Cassy blurts and Both me and Sarah's eyes widens, and my Jews fall. “No we are not dat…what makes you…why would you say that?” I stutter. “Really?” “Yeah, really!” Sarah literally lost it. “But, why are you both holding hands then?”

I watched a few scenes when I started getting an erection. Grandma was surely asleep by now, so I figured it was safe. I grabbed the box of tissues from the nightstand, pulled down my shorts and started rubbing one out. The scene I was watching was an older woman and young man. You know the kind I'm talking about. They usually have tags like, 'Mother and (Not Her Son)'. I had always had a thing for older women. The so-called Mother was hot. A redhead with natural tits and a shaved pussy, riding (Not Her Son's) huge cock. I don't know why they have to stipulate that it's not her son. It's always obvious that there's probably not more than 10 years difference in their ages. But it was still ho

They posted the invitation publicly: “Mature, depraved gentlemen 55+. The younger the cock, the less we want it. Come break the Kane sisters properly.” The response was overwhelming. That night, five older men — all in their late 60s and 70s, wealthy, experienced, and viciously perverted — arrived at the manor. The stream went live with over 2.8 million viewers. The older men wasted no time.

"Even if you didn't, do you think they wouldn't have come in anyway?" The old woman raised an eyebrow, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Look at these two young men — they're so handsome! It's been ages since I've seen such fine-looking lads." Simon: "...We're both one foot in the grave, and you're still so easily distracted." Ignoring her husband's grumbling, the old woman fixed her gaze on Xavier Grayson and Liam as they approached. The closer they got, the harder it was to look away. "So handsome! I never expected to see such fine young men deep in these desolate mountains."

In his arms, she finds peace. "Oh, God! Why were these idiots flirting in the middle of the street? An old woman flirting with a man who is younger than her? What a shameless bitch," Romana heard a passer-by say after a few seconds of their hug. She noticed an old woman. The old lady had difficulty walking, so she had the opportunity to humiliate it. "You're already old but you're still a scandalmongering! Did you spread your legs often when you were still young? So, that's the reason why you can't walk properly right now!" she screamed like a madman.

Rashes appeared across my face as the rum I consumed started to take effect. My breathing became short and hurried. Younger Evan worriedly yelled for help, but no one could hear him or see him except me. He rushed to his older self, trying to warn 27-year-old Evan about my condition. Alas, his hand passed through older Evan's body; he couldn't touch anyone. Meanwhile, older Evan was busy chatting and drinking with Hannah to notice my changes. Another woman who sat beside me noticed me struggling to breathe. She came up and inquired, "Ms. Castillo, what's going on?"