I suppose I should feel guilty but I'm not. When I began to have physical changes in my late 40s I was a widow, untouched for years...as my husband was ill and had ED for the last ten years of his life. I am still considered attractive, albeit my breasts droop a bit, they are still large with large nipples that I know men love. Meeting a man was another story and I'd be the last to take chances with personals sites and publications.

Reading a lot about the adventures of MILFS I decided to become a bit predatory even if it wasn't my nature.
I own a greeting card shop so almost no boys ever venture in here. However, I befriended Marie, a young woman, a girl, really, and she started telling me about her crush on her older brother, Jerry. After many talks she said she wanted to have sex with him and I discouraged it. Once in a while she would come in with him, to "show him off" to me. She was right, tall, handsome, and charming, still, a teenager of 18. I recall it being a rainy day when he ducked into the shop all by himself, asking if he could dry out.

We chatted for an hour and he confessed that Marie was always "after him" and has come close to hitting on him for sex. He stared at me for a reaction and I gave none. Finally, I said, "I hope you realize that is really out of the question. He said that he knew it was. I told him to find a girl his age if he wants sex. He countered that older women have always attracted him. Just then I knew this was my ticket back to the living. In less than an hour I put the closed sign on the door. We had already had a long, deep kiss and were both burning for more.

We went back to my office where I have cot and connected bathroom. There, we began to fuck and fuck we did, for a good hour. I told him I was past my monthlies so to go ahead and come inside me, which excited him terribly. He kept coming into my vagina until I could feel the warm fluid dripping out of me. He would come and remain rock hard. I dried up in the bathroom, came out and we started again. That was six months ago and we're still at it several times a week. Jerry told me that I was ten years older than his mum. I told him, "not a word to Marie, she would hate me if she found out how much fucking we are doing, and she's getting none."

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