Golden Oldie Rising

John and I married in 1946. At first, we lived with his parents but then rented a small flat in town. John was caring and highly enlightened for the time. We were partners in every way. He allowed me to continue working after we married. This option may seem obvious nowadays, but back then it was anathema.Although views were changing, the bar on the employment of married women was still in general practice. Legally, wives were the property of their husbands and expected to be homemakers and baby factories. Women who tried to break free of this norm were given a hard time, even by other women.?You?re a disgrace. Not a proper wife. You should be at home, looking after your husband and raising a family.?John was frequently told that he wasn?t a real man if he couldn?t support a wife or keep her under control and my boss Peter was regularly warned that I was taking other peoples' jobs. This aggravation was hard, and I often wavered in the early days, but John and Peter were my rocks.?Too many women are housebound and end up being trapped and miserable. I don?t want that to happen to you. I want us to be a happy couple. Working with your colleagues in a job that you enjoy is important for your wellbeing, so I?m happy to support you. The critics can take a flying jump.??I would spend years training another bookkeeper; time that I don?t have. So, stick with it. If others object to you working with me, they are not welcome at my businesses. The complaint is that you?re taking someone else?s job, but I don?t remember any of those whingers competing for the post. That would?ve put them at risk of having to work hard, and that would never do.?John and I agreed that we would live on his wages and that mine would be saved for the deposit on a house. Within two years, John was able to mortgage a flat, and my pay covered the payments. This purchase took most of the funds that we had, but we both felt that it was a case of now or never. Fortunately, our families gave us furniture, or it would?ve been quite a spartan dwelling.One year later our sweet daughter Penny was born. Of course, it was generally assumed that I would now give up my job and become a full-time mother, but my boss Peter had other ideas.?If you?re willing, I would like you to continue in the job. We can convert the room next to your office into a nursery so that Penny is close to you all the time. My Mom now lives with us and adores kids. She?ll be more than happy to be nanna when you?re busy.?So, it was that I returned to work within a few weeks of Penny?s birth, much to the dismay of swathes of the great and good."A total disgrace. Mark my words, she's a bad 'un, and that kid will end up in care."I didn?t feel like a rebel at the time, but in hindsight, I now understand why people were so discomforted. Adults are generally scared of uncertainty and change and react strongly against it. Although I went through some tough times, I?m glad that I stuck to my guns. Nowadays, many women in this region continue to work after they marry and have children. Like me, they have hectic but happy lives, and I'm glad that my stubbornness in some small way maybe opened the door for them to follow this path.When our son Jack came along two years later, John and I knew that we needed more space so, with a struggle, we mortgaged a small house. Times were often difficult, but John and I were content. Penny and Jack grew up in a comfortable and supportive environment. They both went on to university and now have good careers and families of their own.John was a considerate and passionate husband. I adored him. Even after twenty-five years together, we were still like youngsters in love. We were besotted, couldn?t keep our hands off each other and regularly shared our passion. John was fit and healthy and only had a few days of illness during our time together. So, it was devastating when he became seriously ill and quickly passed away. My soulmate, my lover, my rock was there one day and gone the next.I was heart-broken and didn?t think that I could survive or carry on without him. But I had my children and grandchildren and good friends, and with their support, I soldiered on and slowly began to rebuild my life. I stayed in the house, which I now owned, continued working as a senior clerk and began to do some charity work.The house was too big for me, so I started taking in lodgers; three or four at a time, all young career women, certainly no troublesome males. This arrangement worked well for several years but then began to go downhill as my lodgers switched from the polite and shy young ladies of the early days to increasingly boisterous, argumentative and belligerent ladettes. Now in my sixties, I couldn?t cope with this behavior, so reluctantly, I stopped taking in boarders. I retired from the company soon afterwards and settled into a solitary life, concentrating most of my time on charity work. After about two years on my own, I had a visit from a friend who still worked for the company.?Hi Maude, you look well. I?m glad that you?re enjoying retirement. You?re sorely missed at work.??I miss the job but being full-time and surrounded by all those know-it-all youngsters just became too much for me. So, I?m settled and content with my new life. Now, I?m sure that this isn?t just a social call is it. What can I do for you???Straight to the point as ever. Well, company headquarters is sending us a young apprentice from the South of England for specialist training, and he has nowhere to stay."?You know that I don?t take in lodgers anymore.? ?Yes, I do. I don?t wish to impose on you, but there are no vacancies locally. It would only be short-term until an alternative is available.? ?Okay, I?ll help out. Your apprentice can stay here in the short-term, but there will be strict rules; no drinking, partying or loutish behavior and punctuality at mealtimes.??I?ve heard of the problems that you had with lodgers. There?ll be no issues with Peter. I met him when I last visited our headquarters. He?s quiet, polite and diligent and above all, dedicated to his job. In fact, the company has very high hopes for him. That's why they?re sending him here to learn more complex aspects of the work. Thank you for your help. I will make the necessary arrangements."Peter arrived two weeks later. He was handsome but looked quite scared as this old harridan set out her rules and regulations. However, Peter soon settled in and was as good as had been suggested. He was polite and courteous, always on time for meals and very enthusiastic about his job. Peter didn't socialize, except for work-related functions. He liked to keep fit and often went beylikdüzü escort for a run at the weekend.Peter was domesticated. He did his own washing and ironing and helped me with meals and chores around the house. I couldn?t help thinking that some lucky woman was going to capture the perfect husband. Peter was the ideal lodger, and I enjoyed his company. So, I soon told him that he could board with me long-term if he wanted. Now at ease with his surroundings, Peter readily agreed, and the company was more than happy.At first, Peter spent most evenings in his room doing work-related projects, but on occasion, we shared an evening together watching television or just chatting. I soon realized that Peter wasn't career-driven purely by choice. From an early age, his parents had forced him to concentrate exclusively on his studies. So, Peter didn?t have friends of his age or a social life while growing up. Also, he seemed to have had his fingers burned on some occasions that he did try to build friendships. Now, Peter found it difficult to relate or socialize with othersMy maternal instincts kicked in. I knew that all work and no play would be bad for Peter. He needed a counterbalance, but the lack of social skills limited his options. Luckily, through friends, I got him a membership at the local gym. That helped considerably. Peter made a few athletic-minded friends, and they often went running together.Over the next six months, Peter became more confident and outgoing. He was still a workaholic but now also had a limited social life. Peter also developed an interest in history and society. He read avidly, and we often had wide-ranging discussions that lasted long into the night. I was pleased with the new Peter and happy to help broaden his knowledge.During this period, my thoughts of Peter were purely motherly, but that was about to alter. To this day, I?m unsure whether it was fate or chance that took me down the new path.One Thursday, after a stint at a charity shop, I arrived home in the middle of the afternoon to find that Peter was there. This was a surprise because he usually didn?t finish work until early evening. But then a memory cell kicked in. Peter had mentioned that he was going to take part in a cross-country race on Friday and would try to get home earlier than usual. Mystery solved, I thought no more of it and headed off to my room to get changed.I was almost into my bedroom when I spotted Peter coming out of the shower room. Unaware that I was there, he sauntered leisurely along the corridor to his room. My eyes were popping out of my head as I gazed on this Adonis. Wow, Peter was fit. My heart was fluttering as some very un-ladylike thoughts came to mind, including the wish that the towel around his waist would fall away. I was entranced by this vision but also disgusted with myself for thinking of Peter in this way.I settled down somewhat after Peter disappeared into his room. I got changed and was already preparing our meal when a fully clad Peter came through to the kitchen. Try as I might, I couldn?t concentrate. I kept thinking of what those clothes were hiding. Peter noticed that I was distracted.?You?re very quiet. Is everything okay???Just a few things on my mind. No need to worry.?But I was anxious. I couldn?t get the images of Peter out of my head. Things got worse when I went to bed. I started dreaming of being in the sack with him. How could a fossil like me be thinking this way? My grandson was older than Peter, for heaven?s sake. Any desires for that type of action disappeared long ago, or so I?d thought. Was this a post-menopause crisis? Did I still have a deep-down longing for intimacy? I was very restless but eventually fell asleep. By morning, the wanton thoughts appeared to have been confined to history.Peter and I had a relaxed breakfast together, and he went off to his race. I busied myself about the house and didn?t think further about the events of the previous day. Then in the early afternoon, I found one of Peter?s tracksuits in a laundry basket. As I held it, the distinctive masculine aromas wafted over me and set me into a tailspin. All those debauched dreams resurfaced. Even worse, I sensed a desire to do these things for real, and these thoughts became all-consuming over the remainder of the afternoon.Peter came home and was buzzing about in the kitchen. His tracksuit left little to the imagination, and his sweet scents drove me even further to the edge. I couldn?t contain myself. I walked over, took him in my arms and kissed him with a passion.My actions both thrilled and horrified me and I expected that Peter would push me away in disgust, but he didn?t. He clasped me in a tight embrace, and we shared the most intense and enchanting snog. Peter then took me through to the lounge, sat me on the sofa, cuddled up and smooched with me. Let?s just say that Peter took my breath away.?Wow, Maude, I?ve had so many dreams of being close and personal with you but couldn?t figure out how to make it happen. Now, you?ve broken the ice. Let?s get it on.?Confusion set in. ?But I?m old. Why on earth would a young man like you think about me in that way? You should be lusting after curvy girls of your own age, not an old hag like me. I can?t compete with them. What could I possibly have that they don?t???You?re a beautiful woman with great experience and knowledge. Compared to you most teen girls are air-heads; sexy, tactile, and very accommodating, but incapable of holding a sensible conversation, let alone coping with a two-way relationship. They prefer to be glorified love dolls, which may be many a boy's dream, but not mine. I wasn?t the bad he-man that the teen girls wanted as their boyfriends. My few dates not only made that abundantly clear but then rubbed salt in the wounds by humiliating me in public; telling all and sundry that I wasn?t a real man, just a soppy sissy. That had a lasting effect on me, and I haven?t been with a girl since.?These revelations added to my turmoil. It was acceptable, even a good thing, for a boy to lose their virginity with an experienced woman. But, given the hurt Peter had suffered rekindling his sexuality with me could be problematic; he might then find that he could only get it up with mature pussy, not with a girl of his own age. With so many moral and practical doubts now engulfing me, I tried to backtrack from the very situation that I?d created.?Age is a bigger impediment than you think. I haven?t made love in more than twenty years. I don?t know if my lady bits work or if I can have sex at all.? This argument didn?t work because Peter had an immediate bahcesehir escort bayan answer. ?Don?t worry, many women older than you are still sexually active or have rediscovered erotic pleasures after a long dry spell. Your pussy will be hibernating, but with plenty of encouragement and rehabilitation, it?ll reawaken. The fact that you pounced on me, rather than the other way around, suggests that you?re keen to find out if there?s still a fire in the hole. Let?s take it slow and easy and get comfortable together. I?m sure that we?ll both know when we?re ready to hide the sausage.?I could feel my face glowing with embarrassment because Peter was correct. Any doubts that I had were irrelevant. I wanted to couple with him, no matter the consequences.?Oh my, you?ve wanted to have your wicked way with me all along, and I didn?t twig to it. How remiss of me. I failed in my duty of care but now let me make it up to you. Let?s make raunchy music together.?I took Peter by the hand and led him to my room. We lay on the bed and began petting. My heart skipped a beat as Peter massaged my breasts and kissed my cleavage. His hands gently stroked my abdomen and then down over my thigh. I gulped as his hands reached my knees, slipped under my skirt and began to work their way up to their target. Peter?s fingers touched the leg elastic of my bloomers. Undeterred, his hands slipped up along the cloth, and soon I was sighing as they reached the gusset and began caressing my fud. As I enjoyed the moment, Peter?s hands moved up to the waistband of my drawers. He hooked his fingers around it and pulled my knickers down clear of my crotch. Peter?s fingers then pounced on my newly uncovered lady garden, explored and ruffled its bush and then burrowed their way down into my groin.To my absolute joy, my lower lips tingled at Peter?s first touch. My nether regions were soon flooded with pleasant sensations as Peter?s fingers did their magic on my labia and clitoris. Soon, I was cooing and gurgling as light tremors passed through me and my twat lips became wet. Wow, any doubts were gone; the old girl was still alive.While I lay on the bed recovering, I notice the pronounced tenting of Peter?s trousers. Without further ado, I undid Peter?s belt and fly, slipped my hand inside his tighty-whiteys, and released his cock from its prison. Peter moaned as his dick quivered and pulsed with excitement in my tight grasp. His willy engorged even more and went rock hard as I beat the meat. The glans was rapidly blinking in and out from under the foreskin as Peter took several deep gasps of breath. His tool then shuddered and spasmed and shot out a load of cum.As usual for men after orgasm, Peter lay back on the bed in a complete daze. While he was oblivious, I did the most uncouth of things. I took Peter?s spunk and spread it over my still exposed muff. It?s probably just an old wives? tale that jizz refreshes the pussy, but given the opportunity, I didn?t want to waste it. I'll never know if it worked, but sweet sensations flowed from my twat long after its encounter with Peter?s fingers and his spunk. If nothing else, the unique feel of my snatch nestled in a cum-soaked gusset brought back many erotic memories.Peter and I cuddled together, kissed and rested. Later, we got up, had our evening meal and snuggled down and petted on the sofa. By late evening we were both sweltering and bothered. We could easily have been carried away in the passion of the moment, but both realized that it was best not to rush things. We?d come a long way during that surprising day and needed to take time to savor our affections. With great reluctance, we eventually released our embrace and headed off to our beds.I?d undressed, got into my PJs and was about to slip between the sheets when a thought flooded into my brain. What am I doing? Peter and I?ve been almost as one for most of the evening. Why are we now going to sleep alone? I tip-toed through to Peter's room, knocked on the door and entered. Already in bed, Peter looked bemused to see me there.?What?s going on???There?s no need for us to be alone tonight.?I moved over towards Peter?s bed but then thought Nah. As a love-struck teenager, I'd often shared a single bed, but now I needed my creature comforts. So, instead of getting into Peter?s bed, I flipped back the duvet and took him by the hand.?Come with me.?Hand in hand we went through to my bedroom. He got into bed, I followed, snuggled up with him and pulled the sheets tightly over us. Those first moments together were electric as we sensed each other through our thin PJs. My nipples were poking into Peter's chest, and his cock was nestled close to my beaver; oh, so near to its den. Peter kissed me on the lips and then on my bosom before falling asleep with his head nestled on it.Surprised by how at ease I was with Peter I soon followed. I should?ve felt guilty to be in bed with this young man, but any pangs of shame were defeated by the new desires that Peter had awakened. After more than twenty years alone, I now craved a male companion, and Peter more than fitted the bill. Would it have been the same if he?d been sixty? Probably not. I awoke the next morning to find that I was alone in bed. However, Peter soon reappeared carrying a well-stocked breakfast tray.?I thought that we should fuel up before starting our day.??Oh my, what have you got in mind for us, naughty boy?? Peter smiled. ?Let?s see what fun comes our way.?Breakfast in bed was a new experience, so we lingered over it, enjoying not only the food but also cozy cuddles and tasty kisses. Peter finally gathered up all the debris and took the tray back to the kitchen. While he was away, I got up, preened and pampered myself, slipped out of my PJs and got back into bed. Peter?s eyes opened wide, and his jaw dropped when he spotted my breasts peeking over the duvet. Never slow on the uptake, Peter virtually ripped off his PJs, slid into bed, clasped me in his strong arms and kissed me.Long forgotten carnal desires blossomed as we held together in a tight au naturel embrace. My heart fluttered when Peter?s dick first touched my hairy mound. I felt like a virgin, waiting in anticipation for the rabbit to enter its burrow. After so many barren years, there are no words to describe my joy to be this close and personal with a well-hung hunk.Our hands and lips began to roam, seeking out each other?s hot spots. Peter purred as I kissed his nipples and stroked his balls and perineum. I sighed when Peter latched on to my boobs and massaged and suckled them. The sensations were terrific but as nothing compared escort bayan beylikdüzü to the lightning bolt that went through me as the tip of Peter?s cock found the entrance to its lair and began twitching between my pussy lips in expectation.Penetration had always been a delight for me so I couldn?t hold back. I pushed myself on to Peter?s cock. There was an initial burst of pain as my fud tried to resist the intrusion, but then ecstasy swept through me as the glans burst its way in and began tremoring inside my love hole. These sweet sensations continued as the full length of Peter?s throbbing shaft drilled its way through the entrance.All the while, the head of Peter?s willy drove deeper and deeper into my love tunnel. To my dismay, this probing didn?t trigger a reaction. My pussy didn?t clasp the intruder or respond in any way; to all intents, it was lifeless. Peter pulled back and thrust deep into me again but again there was little or no response.My heart sank at this failure as a woman, but Peter must?ve anticipated the issue because he changed tack immediately. He pulled completely out of my twat but straightaway re-penetrated. The tip was only one inch inside, but its rampant glans triggered a new and exalting wave of pleasure which quickly ratcheted up as Peter re-entered me again and again and again. To add to the excitement, the diameter of Peter?s cock steadily increased. While it plundered my entrance for the umpteenth time every sweet spot went into a frenzy, wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through me, and my fanny lips became wet. This pushed Peter over the edge.I groaned loudly as his spasming willy re-penetrated, drove into the depths of my fanny and filled them with cum. For the first time in decades, my love tunnel was now bathed in slick, hot spunk and to my delight, this triggered a slight sensual re-awakening; a cozy flush percolated from my honey tube. Immersed in the euphoria of the just after I fell asleep.When I reawakened, I was alone but not for long. Peter came through to the room with two large glasses of juice. I gazed at Peter in wonder. He was positively glowing; perky, sparkling and full of life. What had happened to him? I soon realized that this was the feral afterglow. Peter had achieved the male imperative and sown his seed in a female?s nest. My age didn?t matter, pussy was pussy and there to be conquered. Peter had filled me up, he was the man.Peter and I drank the juice and then snoozed together. It was now that the realization that my love tunnel was virtually lifeless hit home. Peter saw my sudden sadness.?What?s wrong? Why are you so gloomy???I?m not a whole woman. Sex with me must be like shagging a bucket.??Don?t put yourself down. You?re hot and horny and drove me to climax. That says everything. I?m surprised that it went as well as it did. Your pussy hasn't seen any action for so long that all but the outer extremities have gone to sleep.?I began to cry. ?Does this mean that I can no longer make love like a real woman???Dry your tears. Your pussy isn't dead; it's in hibernation. Your love hole came to life as soon as it sensed my cock. Now, we need to get the rest to come out of its slumber.??But how???When your arm is in plaster, the muscles waste and you need physiotherapy to restore them. That?s what your honey tunnel needs; regular and vigorous remedial exercise.??But that means we?ll have to do the deed frequently."?Do you have a problem with that???Of course not. But, do you really want to ride an oldie repeatedly? If so, can I cope with regular sex after so many years without???Don?t give me that. You?re hot, and we both want it. We don?t need to go berserk or exhaust ourselves. Let?s take it a little at a time and see how things develop.??You?re willing to do that for me.??Yes, but not just for you. I get to have regular poon-tang with a gorgeous hot woman. What more could I want? I just hope that I can keep up with you.? ?So, my fud will get the full workout it needs if I try to satisfy and exhaust you. Bring it on. Come on, lets party.?Peter and I went into a close clinch and started making out again. Peter had learned so much from our first session that I was soon ready and desperate for more. He went down on me, the first time a man has ever kissed my lower lips. I was sighing continuously as his lips and tongue teased my love hole and clitoris and warmed my fud for further action.As before, Peter penetrated me a few times, triggering a crescendo of delightful responses in my love hole. Then, he slowly but surely filled my fud with the whole of his cock and began moving back and fore inside of me. Small gentle strokes at first but steadily increasing until each were almost the full length of the shaft. As before, there was no reaction.Peter now went down on my boobs. He massaged them with enthusiasm and devoured my nipples like a hungry baby. Completely entranced by the pleasuring sensations these actions generated I lost track of everything else. Only when Peter eased off did I realize that this titty action had been a ruse to keep me occupied.All the while, he?d continued to ride my fud. By now, my tunnel was hot and a little tender, so I gasped when he shafted me again. Realizing my discomfort, Peter stopped immediately and pulled out. Beguiling sensations now flooded from around my honey hole and these built to an impressive pinnacle as Peter?s cock then penetrated it, again and again, and again. Waves of exquisite pleasure swept through me, and my fanny lips became wet as Peter now buried his engorged cock in my love tunnel and coated it with spunk.While still coupled together Peter's willy twitched and pulsed in its bath of cum, and a wave of warmth and delight spread throughout my twat. Within the depths of my pussy, I sensed that it was exploring and trying to clasp onto the head of Peter?s cock. Was my honey tunnel reawakening or was this wishful thinking? Only time would tell, but it gave me hope.Peter and I canoodled and dozed together for the remainder of the afternoon. We had a light meal in the evening and went back to bed. As I slept with Peter, I reflected on the events of the last few days. I?d always considered myself to be content as a widow, but now I knew otherwise. A singleton's life wasn?t enough for me, I needed male companionship and intimacy to be fulfilled.Obviously, I realized that a woman of my age should be ashamed to have these desires. I also knew and that my family and friends would be disgusted and ostracise me if they found out about Peter and me. But I didn?t care. This red-blooded boy had unlocked my hidden longings, and I now needed to sate them no matter the consequences. Even then I had no illusions that this unexpected liaison would be long-term but as my Mum once said, ?life?s too short to waste time worrying, just enjoy the ride while it lasts.? I?m sure that my present circumstances weren?t what she had in mind, but it was advice I intended to follow.