As a 70 year old retired airline pilot I knew the conversation with my son was coming but I had tried my best to avoid it for many years. However the time had come in my life where the conversation could no longer be avoided.
You all know what conversation I am talking about. The conversation always starts out the same, "Dad we love you but we are concerned about you living alone and about your safety."
I understand my son's concerns becuse I had the same conversation with my parents many years ago. However the big difference between my parents and myself is that I have always been addicted to pussy all of my life. I love pussy and I need to have it almost on a daiily basis. It is not just the power of the pussy but also the power of the pilot.
Meeting, seducing and fucking women has always been a way of life for me. It stated when I was in the military where I fullfilled my passion to become a pilot. I quickly learned that many women are addicted to fly boys. It did not matter if I was in the United States, Europe, or Asian because women want to fuck pilots. To this day, I still do not understand it, but I took advantage of.
Women's obsession with pilots carried over when I became a commercial airline pilot captain with a major US airline after my military service. The game changer for me was stewardesses.
Just imagine, going to work every day and being surrounded by a crew of four or five young attractive single women staying in the same hotel for an overnight layover. Why do you think they call it a layover?
Every trip was like an overnight road trip with sexy, cock hungry young women that would pretty much do anything we wanted them to do. Believe me, my pilot buddies and I took advantage of it. These traveling stewardesses would turn into total sluts on the road regardless if they were single or married.
Back in the 60's and 70's lovely young stewardesses were pretty much marketed by the airlines as flying hookers to their passengers.
They were forced to wear short skirts, tight blouses, nylons and high heels. They were encouraged to do a lot of bending over serving passengers giving some very revealing upskirt beaver shots to leering passengers.
Even though many of the pilots were married, including myself, we took advangtage of these women every chance we got. Threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs, lesbian sex, interacial sex, vibrators and dildos were an everynight occurrence on scheduled layovers. The shit that we did to these women would probably get us fired and arrested today.
It even carried over to my home life. I had no problem cheating on my wife. I had a true obsession with pussy and I did not care about the consequences. I knew some of my pilot buddies were fucking my 40 year old, big tit, redheaded wife Natalie and I didn't care because I was also fucking their wives on the side. The smell of another woman's perfume, alcohol and her pussy ruled my life.
My wife and I were also well-known for hosting wild parties with pilots and their wives/girlfriends and stewardesses and their boyfriends. The expectation of sex was everywhere.
Our young sons and and their buddies loved to watch our pool parties from their bedroom windows. We would play a lot of games in the pool, including chicken fights, which usually ended with the women's tops being pulled off and thrown into the deep end of the pool. Our boys and their buddies got an education and an eyeful of mature stewardess tits, pussy and ass.
So the point I'm trying to make here is that throughout my life pussy has been a dominant theme. When my wife passed away when I was 60 I continued persuing mature pussy anywhere I could find it.
I found fuckable women in bars, at church, shoppping centers, and grocery stores. Pussy was everywhere and I attacked it like a wild beast. When my son suggested moving into a Senior Living facility I figured my wild pussy days were over. I could not have been more wrong.
My son scheduled a visit to a a very nice upscale Senior community and a meeting with the administrator, Mrs. Vandenberg. She greeted us in the lobby and I almost immediately got a hard on. So did my son.
Mrs. Vandenberg looked very much like my deceased wife with flaming red hair piled up high on her head, large tits in a tight blouse, tight skirt and high heels. Regardless of whether or not I decided to live there, I was going to do my best to rough fuck Mrs. Vandenberg one way or the other.
It happened to be the nightly happy hour as we were taking our tour so most of residents were in the lobby having cocktails and socializing. I was shocked. The ratio of women to men was 20 to 1. Most of the women were in their 60's and 70's, good looking and wealthy. A target rich pussy enviornment.
While we were touring the lobby a couple of ladies jokingly said, 'Mrs. Vandenberg, we sure hope your friend decides to join our community, we already have plans for him." We all laughted but their message was loud and clear. They liked the way I looked and they wanted cock.
We finished our tour and went back to Mrs. Vandenbergs office to talk business. My son and I sat across from Mrs. Vandenbergs desk. To our surprise she got up from behind her deck, came around and sat on her desk right in front of us.
Mrs. Vandenberg proceeded to do a classic slow Sharon Stone leg cross with her her lushious mature legs right in our face making sure both of us got a good look at her smooth thighs and her bright yellow panties.
My son and I both looked at each other and smiled. Mrs. Vandenberg was putting on quite a sales presentation and we were liking what she was selling. I signed the agreement right then and there that I was going to join the community and moved in a month later.
I also knew in the back of my mind that at some point Mrs. Vandenberg was going to feel my large thick cock balls deep in her mature pussy pushing up against her cervix just like I did with my wife. However, her pussy would have to wait. There were more mature pussies that needed to be satisfied.
Once word got around that I was a retired pilot, I was elevated to rock star status. The pilot mystic still worked, even on mature senior women.
I was single, good looking, wealthy and had one more thing going for me that the ladies didn't know yet. I was extremely well hung. The ladies were about to discover my secret.
I found out quickly that the women hung out in groups. One particular group of 5 ladies were the prettiest, the wealthiest and the most aggressive about sex. They really came on to me and made it very clear that they wanted me to visit their rooms for sex.
The best thing about this group of ladies was that there was no jealousy. They didn't mind if I was fucking one of them or all of them. They just wanted cock and I was readty to give it to them. They were about to experience the biggest, thickest white cock that their pussies had ever experieced and I was not going to be gentle.
Mrs Vandenberg made it clear that romantic interludes in the community were frowned upon because it creates drama between the residents. Well, Mrs. Vandenberg didn't know what was hanging between my legs. I knew that once she found out about the size of my swinging dick she would become more interested in me. I would deal with her later.
The 5 ladies didn't care about drama. I also knew from experience that once the ladies found out that I had been blessed down below word would spread like wildfire.
Helen was the first to invite me to her room late one night. Helen was in her late 60's, blonde with a tight body, big tits and oversized botox lips perfect for sucking cock.
Helen met me at the door, wearing a short black nightgown, matching black panties and high heels. She made us a couple drinks and we sat down on the sofa. It didn't take Helen long to start seducing me putting one hand on my thigh and the other around my neck as she kissed me with her luscious botox lips. I would soon feel those lips wrapped around my cock.
I figured there was no reason to be shy so as I worked my tongue inside Helen's mouth, I also slipped a strap off her shoulder, exposing one of her nicely shaped hanging mature tits. I squeezed it hard and pinched her nipple letting her know I as going to manhandle her.
She threw her head back, moaned and put both her hands behind my head pulling me towards her. It was almost as if she wanted me to rape her and I was more than willing. She had no idea what she was in for, and she would certainly feel it the next morning.
I sat back on the couch and told Helen, " Stand up sweetheart and strip for me." Helen was more than willing. She stood up right in front of me and pulled he nightgown over her head showing off her big, hanging, blue veined milkers that were begging to be squeezed.
I pulled Helen towards me, grabbed both tits and started sucking her silver dollar size nipples. I started to softly bite her nipples, and she said, "Harder." I bit down harder on her nipple and pulled it towards me, stretching it until she started to whimper. I let her loose and did the same her other nipple.
I kissed my way from her nipples, down her stomach to her panty line and told her, "Drop your panties sweetheart." Helen stepped back, put her fingers in her waistband and let her panties fall down around her high heeled ankles showing me her 60 something year trimmed pussy. I kissed her puffy pussy lips and told her, "Sit on the couch Helen but leave your high heels on."
Helen sat on the edge of the couch, and I stepped in between her wide open spread legs. As I took off my shirt, I told Helen, "Unzip my pants and pull out my cock Helen." I wanted to see the expression on her botox swollen lips and face when she saw the size of my whopper.
She didn't disappoint me. I had always gone commando so she had easy access to my swelling cock. She looked up at me with wide eyes, and surprise as she got the first feel of my cock. She said, "Oh my God," as she struggled to get my entire cock out of my pants. She used her forearm to measure the size of my cock. It reached from her wrist to her elbow and was as thick as her frail forearm.
She immediately started licking and kissing my cock from my balls to the head before she wrapped her puffy lips around my cock. I put my hands on my hips and watched Helen face fuck herself on my white whopper. She was in heaven and so was I. It was obvious Helen had a lot of experience sucking cock.
