You might have heard this as a joke but it not only happened to me but also to a friend of
mine who told me his story first. I did not tell him that it was almost identical to my
experience.

This is almost ten years ago in my early 20's and I was staying at a first rate hotel in NYC
wearing my most expensive clothes quietly in celebration of the anniversary of my first
year in a job I truly enjoyed.

Walking in their lounge, late in the afternoon, there was a pianist quietly playing old favorites
and the murmur of voices from the half empty room.

"Would you like some company?" A well-dressed lady, I estimated close to 50 years old, had
come up to me. Looking up, smiling, I invited her to join me. She started with small talk
designed to find out everything she could about me.

There arrived a point where all pretention was dropped and she began to speak like one of
my old girl friends. She said, "Look, let's get to it, do you like what you see when
you look at me? I said, "Absolutely." Does the obvious age difference between us bother you?
"NO, not at all," I said. Looking over her, I imagine she would not look as good naked but
She sat up straight and held her head like a much younger woman. Then, she said, "Can
you imagine me sucking hard on your cock, sliding fast up and down, or you on top of
me banging the dear shit out of me?

It took me a moment to respond but I said, "Oh, for sure."

She said, Let's get the fuck out of here and to my place. I'm only a few blocks
away. Walking out, she asked, "Interested in a mother-daughter action scene?" In
my mind, suddenly, large pots of gold spilled over. I had hit the jack-pot. Nervously,
I said, "Great, jumping bean," or something to that effect. "Oh sure, of course," I blurted out.

She said, "let me phone home and alert her." I imagined stacking them both, eating
them out simultaneously and wildly fucking them, taking turns in and out of one vagina into
a much younger one, examining any differences in quality.

Minutes later, a doorman greeted my host. We walked into a pleasant building and unto the lobby escalator.

Then, we entered a very nicely furnished, large apartment and she said in a loud voice, "We're here, mom."

Out walked a skinny, wrinkled, elderly woman who had to be around 80, almost nude, with dangling
tits that looked like Aunt Jemima's flattest pancakes, wearing a sagging stripper's outfit, while the
lady in her 50's, beside me, began to disrobe.


I'm sorry, I have to stop here. The rest of the story is so depressing I don't
want to bring it to mind again.