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When I Was A Kid
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Bi-Sexual Male / 67
I Married My Much Older Wife's Grandmother.
I know that here in the good ole U.S. of A. we don't have arranged marriages. That's our culture and our law. Tell it to my Mom. Well you can't now. We buried her years ago.
When I was 12 my Mom told me I had to marry a woman I had never met. If I did the woman would give our family millions. That was the plan. Back in those days you could marry at that age with your parent's permission. She told me that I could say no but it would hurt Mom if I did and she also said the woman wasn't ugly. Mom showed me a photo. She was OK looking but not gorgeous or anything like that. She was 18 years older than me and had been widowed a year earlier. Her only living relative was her grandmother who had raised her from a baby. her late husband had a ton of money but she didn't marry him for love. The old coot was in his 70's when they got married. She was 16. Well Mom was right. She wasn't ugly but she wasn't especially beautiful. She was of course two and a half times my age and to me she was damned near elderly. In fact she was almost as old as my Mom. Clare and I got married a few weeks later. She took me on a honeymoon to a world famous theme park in California based on the famous cartoon characters the parks namesake had created. Then off to Hawaii for three weeks. At least she knew hot to treat a kid. I had no idea why she wanted to marry a 12 year old boy. I was hung like a 7 year old boy and was kind of small for my age and not even very masculine. In fact with my long hippy hair I looked more like a 10 year old girl. As she sat down on my naked little cock and stuffed in into her pee hole she explained that she married her late husband for money but she married me because she was only attracted to little boys. She told me repeatedly that I was sexy and adorable.
Needless to say that up to that moment I had been a virgin. I hadn't even kissed a girl let alone see one naked or felt on up. She just kept fucking me with her tight pee hole (her pussy having been stretched out long ago) until I had my first cum ever which went straight to her bladder. Funny thing, she looked far more attractive naked than with clothes on. I went from being scared and borderline sickened to being extremely happy and excited very quickly. She let me touch her everywhere exploring every hole. She taught me how to make out which surprised me by how wonderful that was. She let me suckle her breasts like a baby which was strangely erotic. In a few hours she no longer seemed old. But I felt much older. All that the night we arrived in California. We spent five days in California. She told everyone I was her son then at night called me "mother fucker" as she fucked me. She insisted that I call her "Mommy" the whole time. I didn't care. Before we had left California I had fallen in love with her and was so grateful to my Mom for having sold me to this wonderful woman. I never found out how much she got but Mom was able to buy a nice home in a nice neighborhood and buy a nice luxury care and nice things and oh, yeah she quit her job as a waitress.
Claire and I were together for three years when she got real sick. Turned out to be cancer and she was gone within a month after we found out. They didn't have really good treatment for cancer in those days. Clare's grandmother, who was 63 and I comforted each other throughout the whole ordeal of a funeral and burial. Whatever mom got for money from Clare was a fraction of what Clare had. But we had a prenuptial agreement that I only got half a million dollars, a nice college fund, her late husband's pickup truck which was old but really nice and his stamp collection which I didn't think much of at the time but turned out to be very valuable. He had every U.S. stamp except for two. One was incredibly rare being only two in existence and the other was also very rare but I didn't understand why anyone would want that one as it had it's picture upside down. Later in life I came to appreciate the collection and became a serious collector myself and am still trying to buy one of the 100 inverted Jenny's in existence.
After the funeral Clare's grandmother, who got the lion's share of the estate, sat me down for a long talk. I was 15 by then and Mom had all but abandoned me. As a minor I had to have a guardian. Mom wasn't, as a said, interested. Clare was gone. I had no one and the court would have appointed me a guardian who likely would have kept everything except the college fund leaving me with a nice education but nothing else. That's when Clare's grandmother, Agnes, offered me a solution. She told me that if I married her she would put in her will that I would inherit everything and all I had to do was be her sex slave until she died. If Clare didn't look especially pretty with clothes on her grandmother was downright ugly. But money changes things. Agnes was one of those grandmotherly types who liked to hug, peck on the lips and pinch cheeks. She also liked to grab crotches and asses, mine especially. But she had some things going for her. She was ridiculously nice to me. She looked way better naked than she did with clothes on just like Clare did and when she took her teeth out she gave the absolute best blow jobs ever. I learned to love licking her hairy pussy and asshole. I learned to love making out with her. I became addicted to her favorite activity which was her sitting on my mouth and making me rim her for hours at a time while she played patty cake with my balls and told me how pretty I was.
But all good things must come to an end and Agnes came to hers ten years later at the age of 73. As her husband I got everything except a few token donations to her favorite charities. I truly was in love with her despite the age difference and I grew to develop a fetish for older female bodies grey pubic hair, wrinkled up tits, hairy asshole and all.
So here I am now at the age of 67 myself married to my fourth wife. My third wife after Agnes was actually younger than me. I was 30 and she was 18 when we got married but she turned out to be a high maintenance prissy princess type who married me for my money but gave me little in return. I wasn't that much older than her when we got married, at least not compared to the age difference in my other marriages. Fortunately Clare taught me the value of a prenup. That prissy little bitch left our marriage with nothing but her engagement ring, wedding dress and $50 grand. Given that I had surveillance video of her having sex with the pool boy (who was himself 15) I had good leverage for negotiations.
After that I sought the company of older women. I met Mildred when I was 36. She was twenty years older than me. We got married a year later. Best decision of my life. While the prissy bitch did give me a son, Mildred gave me love and we're still married to this day. And she is still sexy at 87 and still loves when I lick her body from head to toe.
When I was 12 my Mom told me I had to marry a woman I had never met. If I did the woman would give our family millions. That was the plan. Back in those days you could marry at that age with your parent's permission. She told me that I could say no but it would hurt Mom if I did and she also said the woman wasn't ugly. Mom showed me a photo. She was OK looking but not gorgeous or anything like that. She was 18 years older than me and had been widowed a year earlier. Her only living relative was her grandmother who had raised her from a baby. her late husband had a ton of money but she didn't marry him for love. The old coot was in his 70's when they got married. She was 16. Well Mom was right. She wasn't ugly but she wasn't especially beautiful. She was of course two and a half times my age and to me she was damned near elderly. In fact she was almost as old as my Mom. Clare and I got married a few weeks later. She took me on a honeymoon to a world famous theme park in California based on the famous cartoon characters the parks namesake had created. Then off to Hawaii for three weeks. At least she knew hot to treat a kid. I had no idea why she wanted to marry a 12 year old boy. I was hung like a 7 year old boy and was kind of small for my age and not even very masculine. In fact with my long hippy hair I looked more like a 10 year old girl. As she sat down on my naked little cock and stuffed in into her pee hole she explained that she married her late husband for money but she married me because she was only attracted to little boys. She told me repeatedly that I was sexy and adorable.
Needless to say that up to that moment I had been a virgin. I hadn't even kissed a girl let alone see one naked or felt on up. She just kept fucking me with her tight pee hole (her pussy having been stretched out long ago) until I had my first cum ever which went straight to her bladder. Funny thing, she looked far more attractive naked than with clothes on. I went from being scared and borderline sickened to being extremely happy and excited very quickly. She let me touch her everywhere exploring every hole. She taught me how to make out which surprised me by how wonderful that was. She let me suckle her breasts like a baby which was strangely erotic. In a few hours she no longer seemed old. But I felt much older. All that the night we arrived in California. We spent five days in California. She told everyone I was her son then at night called me "mother fucker" as she fucked me. She insisted that I call her "Mommy" the whole time. I didn't care. Before we had left California I had fallen in love with her and was so grateful to my Mom for having sold me to this wonderful woman. I never found out how much she got but Mom was able to buy a nice home in a nice neighborhood and buy a nice luxury care and nice things and oh, yeah she quit her job as a waitress.
Claire and I were together for three years when she got real sick. Turned out to be cancer and she was gone within a month after we found out. They didn't have really good treatment for cancer in those days. Clare's grandmother, who was 63 and I comforted each other throughout the whole ordeal of a funeral and burial. Whatever mom got for money from Clare was a fraction of what Clare had. But we had a prenuptial agreement that I only got half a million dollars, a nice college fund, her late husband's pickup truck which was old but really nice and his stamp collection which I didn't think much of at the time but turned out to be very valuable. He had every U.S. stamp except for two. One was incredibly rare being only two in existence and the other was also very rare but I didn't understand why anyone would want that one as it had it's picture upside down. Later in life I came to appreciate the collection and became a serious collector myself and am still trying to buy one of the 100 inverted Jenny's in existence.
After the funeral Clare's grandmother, who got the lion's share of the estate, sat me down for a long talk. I was 15 by then and Mom had all but abandoned me. As a minor I had to have a guardian. Mom wasn't, as a said, interested. Clare was gone. I had no one and the court would have appointed me a guardian who likely would have kept everything except the college fund leaving me with a nice education but nothing else. That's when Clare's grandmother, Agnes, offered me a solution. She told me that if I married her she would put in her will that I would inherit everything and all I had to do was be her sex slave until she died. If Clare didn't look especially pretty with clothes on her grandmother was downright ugly. But money changes things. Agnes was one of those grandmotherly types who liked to hug, peck on the lips and pinch cheeks. She also liked to grab crotches and asses, mine especially. But she had some things going for her. She was ridiculously nice to me. She looked way better naked than she did with clothes on just like Clare did and when she took her teeth out she gave the absolute best blow jobs ever. I learned to love licking her hairy pussy and asshole. I learned to love making out with her. I became addicted to her favorite activity which was her sitting on my mouth and making me rim her for hours at a time while she played patty cake with my balls and told me how pretty I was.
But all good things must come to an end and Agnes came to hers ten years later at the age of 73. As her husband I got everything except a few token donations to her favorite charities. I truly was in love with her despite the age difference and I grew to develop a fetish for older female bodies grey pubic hair, wrinkled up tits, hairy asshole and all.
So here I am now at the age of 67 myself married to my fourth wife. My third wife after Agnes was actually younger than me. I was 30 and she was 18 when we got married but she turned out to be a high maintenance prissy princess type who married me for my money but gave me little in return. I wasn't that much older than her when we got married, at least not compared to the age difference in my other marriages. Fortunately Clare taught me the value of a prenup. That prissy little bitch left our marriage with nothing but her engagement ring, wedding dress and $50 grand. Given that I had surveillance video of her having sex with the pool boy (who was himself 15) I had good leverage for negotiations.
After that I sought the company of older women. I met Mildred when I was 36. She was twenty years older than me. We got married a year later. Best decision of my life. While the prissy bitch did give me a son, Mildred gave me love and we're still married to this day. And she is still sexy at 87 and still loves when I lick her body from head to toe.
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