I've been dating Christine for about five years. We originally met at one of those online dating sites. We were both in our early 50s, single, blue collar middle class types. We got along really well.
And in the beginning the sex was great, even if she wouldn't give me a blowjob. She claimed it was somehow demeaning and humiliating. I noticed she never felt too demeaned when I ate her pussy.
About a year and a half back Christine ran into some financial troubles. She lost her job, bills piled up and before she knew it she was losing her house. When it rains it fucking pours.
So I let her and her daughter Laurel move in with me. I had plenty of room and didn't mind the company. But Christine changed. I don't know whether she started going through menopause or maybe her feelings have just changed about me, but she doesn't like sex anymore. I have to badger her into a damned handjob.
So I sat and thought about it and the more I thought about it the more pissed off I got. I've done a lot for her. The least she can do is be a woman for me.

I guess I was in a pretty ugly mood the night I went to pick up her kid from college. She usually takes the city bus home, but on Wednesdays she has a class that lets out late after city transit shuts down for the night. So I have to go and pick her up, despite being bushed from a whole day at work.
Laurel sensed I was upset and she asked me why. I don't really know why, but I just vented. I guess I needed to. I told her that I cared about her and her mom both, but I just wasn't sure I could continue being with a woman whose gone so cold. I can't be in a sexless relationship. I'm not that old yet.
Laurel sympathized and told me it'd be a real shame if I and her mom broke up. She said although her mom didn't always show it, she loved me deeply and considered me her rock. Laurel didn't think her mom could have made it through her recent troubles without my support.
What she said next surprised me.
"I'll have sex with you," she said. "I don't mind. And mama doesn't have to know."
I looked at her. "Are you serious??"
She nodded.
Laurel was nineteen, natural blonde, leggy and drop dead gorgeous. A country girl with a smooth Tennessee drawl. A younger version of her mother.
"I honestly don't mind," she told me. "You've been so nice to mama and me."
She reached across the seat and put her hand on my leg, up high and squeezed gently.
"Let's go over to the super market," she said. "Park around back near the loading docks. Its dark."
"Your mama is expecting us right back," I said. "She'll notice if we're late."
"Not if you say you had a craving for ice cream and stopped to pick up a pint or two," Laurel said. "Hell, I want ice cream."
She laughed and I smiled at her. "Yeah ok."
I pulled my old Dodge Durango into the parking lot of the super market and drove around back where it was pitch black. I parked in between two sloped loading docks.
Laurel pulled her long slightly curly hair back behind her head and tied it up in a ponytail, then she spit her gum out the window.
"Now you just sit back and enjoy this," she said and began working at my zipper. In no time she had my cock out in her hand, stroking it up and down.
"You did that mighty quick," I said.
"This ain't my first rodeo," she giggled and leaned forward to kiss me. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and it was as if a damn burst. I pulled her closer and kissed back hard. She gave as good as she got, all the while working my cock until it was as hard as a rock.
She pulled away and peeled off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra undernath. Her full young breasts just hung there with their pink nipples tempting me. I leaned over and began sucking them greedily.
"Damn you have been starved haven't you," she stroked my hair as I sucked on her nipples. "It's ok, you can take your time. I ain't going anywhere."
"Take your pants off," I told her.
She unsnapped the buttons on her jeans and shrugged them down to her ankles, then sat up slightly to pull down the panties she'd been wearing.
"You can cum inside me," she told me. "I'm on birth control. And I ain't worried about no STDs. But if you are, you can put something on."
"No, I'm good," I told her and turned her around so her ass was facing me. I pulled her back onto my cock and felt myself slide into her wet young pussy. I began pumping my hips and she started pushing back against me so that the truck began rocking back and forth. We managed to find a pretty good rhythm after a few moments. She moaned and started talking dirty to me. Asking me how I liked it and to fuck her harder, faster. She called herself my little whore and asked me to fuck her like a slut. "Choke me a little baby," she told me. "It turns me on."
I reached over and wrapped a hand around her throat and started squeezing slightly.
"You can do better than that," she said. "Do it like you fucking mean it old man. Make me cum."
So I did. She gagged and grunted and groaned. I felt myself building up to climax.
When I came I exploded inside of her. I went completely rigid, then sagged back against my door, huffing and puffing.
Laurel was alternately coughing, then laughing.
"Did that feel good Papa Bear??"
I nodded, tried to reply couldn't.
"Does mama ever fuck you like that??" She asked.
"She...," I held up a hand, caught my breath. "She used to."
Laurel pulled her panties and jeans back on and snapped her buttons back in place. Then she pulled her shirt on over her head.
"I think I just earned a pint of caramel mocha fudge," she said. "You think so??"
I gave her a thumbs up.
"Next time you need to rent us a room somewhere so we can fuck proper," she said as I packed my cock back inside my pants and zipped up. I agreed with her.
Since then things at home have improved 100-percent. I still sleep with Christine and accept those occasional handjobs when I can get them and Laurel and I sneak around and fuck like rabbits when we get the chance. It won't last. She's nearly finished with school and wants to move far away from our slippy little podunk backwater. But I'll take what I can get for now. And who knows?? Maybe by the time she leaves I won't be so interested in screwing anymore myself. Christine and I can just be too old uptight seniors yelling at kids to get off our fucking grass.