Joyce, who lived a few doors away, must have been in her early eighties and normally I would have considered her too old. We always had pleasant chats; sometimes I ran errands for her or did small repairs. She was a plumb lady with a nice face, always wore make-up and smelt divine and I noticed that, like many old ladies, she never wore a bra...not that I was interested in confirming that fact. Anyway, one day after cleaning her gutters, she invited me for a cup of tea.
After a couple of minutes of chit-chat, she said "Don, I've noticed quite a lot of elderly ladies visiting your place over the years. Are you running care in the community service or what?"
"Well Joyce, this is embarrassing".
"Don't be coy, Don."
"The thing is, they visit me because I make them feel wanted and appreciated."
"You molest old ladies?"
"No Joyce, absolutely not, I seduce and fuck them -- and they love me for it. Nearly all of them had a very healthy sex life when younger and due to either being widowed or husbands who are impotent, they want a regular fix of what they call the real thing."
"But Don, you are what, 35, don't you think that's a bit sick?"
By now, I was fed up with her being critical of my fetish for old women and blurted out, "Joyce if you haven't tried it -- shut up."
Suddenly she went as white a sheet -- shock, I suppose. "Don, I wasn't being disrespectful -- just interested that's all, and a bit disappointed that all these years past you never came onto me, why?"
"Joyce, you never encouraged me. Like when you saw me trying to look up your skirt and I had a raging hard-on, or when I helped you dress when you were sick. Things like that."
"Well, I must have been stupid. Do you think I'm too old?"
"Not at all, Joyce, come here and let me get you sexed up."
