What follows is a true story, other than the name of the lady in question. And while this story isn’t that unbelievable there’s a twist that makes it sound like something only an incel would dream up. I can assure you, however, that this is 100% true.
I met Brenda through a dating app when she was 57 and I was in my 20’s. As you can imagine, she initially told me I was way too young and that she wasn’t interested. But I guess I grew on her because we continued to talk. After a few days we exchanged numbers and began texting.
It took a little bit of work but eventually I got Brenda to invite me over to her place. She was divorced and her kids all lived away from home so it was just her, living alone in a big house she was in the process of remodeling.
Before I go on let me just say there had been some flirting and light sex talk via text before she invited me over. But nothing too overt. She was doing yard work all day and said she needed a shower and I jokingly offered to help soap her up. “We’ll see” she replied. I definitely wanted her but I knew she was still very much on the fence due to my age.
The night I came over was a Friday. As I touched on, Brenda had been working on her remodeling and garden work all evening and was all sweaty and smelling like bug spray when I arrived. She had also had about a bottle of wine in her already.
Uncorking a fresh bottle she poured me a tall glass and we sat on her porch just talking and drinking for about an hour. Finally the heat and humidity got to be too much so we went inside.
During the course of the evening she brought up my age again and even showed me pictures of her daughter. “I should introduce you to her” she said “you’re both the same age”.
Turns out her daughter and I went to high school together and were in the same graduating class, although I didn’t really know her. Small world, though.
Finally Brenda asked me “When’s your birthday, anyway?” I told her the month and saw her eyes widen. “What day?” I told her and her jaw dropped.
Not only was her daughter and I the same age, but we shared the same birthday. Upon further conversation it was determined that we were both born in the same hospital as well!
This revelation blew me away. What a weird twist of fate, I thought as I gulped down more wine. At the same time my mom was giving birth to me, this lady standing in front of me was somewhere in the same building, going through labor as well.
Anyway, we both got over the shock and, after a little more wine, she decided to give me a tour of her house and show me all the things she had remodelled already. She was particularly proud of the kitchen and master bath.
For reference, let me go ahead and describe Brenda. She’s a white lady, about 5’5″ with shoulder length sandy brown hair and brown eyes. Tan skin and a body that – while not a BBW – was a little on the thick side. Wide hips and larger sized breasts. On this particular night she was dressed in shorts and a loose fitting sleeveless tshirt.
I made my first move in the kitchen after she showed me the granite counter tops she had installed. Went in for a kiss and she was receptive. We stood there kissing for several minutes. Slow kisses, tasting the wine on each other’s lips. Her back against the newly remodeled counter as my hands began to roam.
“You’re a good kisser” I remarked when out lips finally parted. “You’re not too bad yourself” she replied as she continued the tour.
I followed along, complimenting her taste in décor as we went until finally we arrived at her new shower. It was one of those big walk in showers with the glass doors and honestly, it looked great. I told her as much and reminded her of my offer to help soap her down.
“Oh, I remember” she said. “Why do you think I saved the shower for last?” Smiling she reached in and turned the water on.
Neither of us said much of anything as we undressed right there in the bathroom, in front of each other.
She was wearing no underwear and I took in her body as I hurriedly unbuckled my belt and stepped out of my jeans and boxer, cock already at full mast.
Her breasts were full and surprisingly still on the perky side for a lady her age. Between her legs was a neatly trimmed bush.
We stepped into the large shower together and began kissing again as the water rained down upon us. She applied some body wash to a loofah and we took turns washing each other.
I can still remember the way the suds looked covering her large erect nipples, the way the soapy water ran down her plump round ass. My wet cock pressing against her tummy as we kissed.
After we were thoroughly clean we stepped out and dried each other off before walking into her bedroom. It was very dark and all I remember is that she had one of those huge oversized beds.
What followed was some pretty vanilla sex. I laid her down and – after taking both of her nipples into my mouth – didn’t waste much time in kissing my way down between her thighs. This is going to sound kind of stupid but I wasn’t sure if 57 year old women could still get wet down there. Spoiler alert: They can! At least she could.
I took my time tasting her, lapping at her wet mature pussy, sucking her clit, enjoying the way she writhed and moaned before finally raising myself above her and easing my cock in.
Maybe it was the wine or maybe just stupidity, but neither of us mentioned condoms. I entered her with my bare cock. Her fingernails digging into my back as I began fucking her. Slow at first but faster, harder. Both of us moaning as I thrust into her, the bed’s backboard thumping in rhythm against the way. After several minutes Brenda wrapped her legs around me and I came. Hard. Her orgasm quickly followed and then we just laid there. Breathing heavy and not saying anything. Her pussy full of the cum of a much younger man.
Eventually she got up and went to the restroom, returning a few minutes later with a warm wet washcloth she used to wipe me down with.
We talked some more in bed. Once again she told me that I should date her daughter. Lol. And we made love again. This time it was slower, longer…with her on top. Neither of us in a hurry as she rode me, leaning over and letting me suck her nipples. My hands cupping her ass. She came twice that time, before I did. And when I finally emptied myself inside her she just laid across my chest, my cock growing soft in her pussy.
To this day Brenda has been the oldest woman I’ve ever slept with. And I gotta admit, the whole her giving birth to her daughter at the same time I was born, in the same hospital, turned me on. Not sure what that says about me.
I’d also like to add that this has not been the only time an older lover of mine tried to hook me up with their daughter. You’d be surprised how many times that has happened.
That said I have NOT hooked up with a daughter after sleeping with her mother. But not gonna lie…the idea is pretty damn hot and im genuinely curious as to how often that’s actually happened in real life.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/odfqne/mf_she_was_literally_old_enough_to_be_my_mom
Are you drawn to older women?