By Soulstroker (a.k.a Magnifico Giganticus)
Story Codes: F/m, gentle femdom, big breast fetish, mother/son incest role play, MILF.
Synopsis: An older woman who likes to pick up shy, unassuming younger men finds her latest conquest at a car wash. Who says older women cannot be pickup artists?
Author's note: The first part of this story, the part taking place at the carwash, is actually true. The people involved are described as they truly were and acted as far as memory serves. I've only filled in unknown information and then added in aliases and a sexually explicit ending which is entirely a fabrication of my own deprived imagination. Oh, how I wish things had progressed this way. As always, I look forward to hearing people's reactions. Please let me know what you thought of this story.
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The woman looked to be in her late 30's. Some might even say she was in her mid 30's. But Joanna was in fact 41. She was a beautiful woman, but one that, at her age, was slowly losing her battle to stay youthful looking. The signs were subtle but clear enough to a critical eye, especially her own. She had started developing crow's feet and laugh lines in her face. Her matronly hips were a little wider then they used to be and her extremely generous bosom, which had always sagged due to its weight, sagged quite a bit more now. She had also developed a bit of a belly. Not so much as to be unattractive, but a gentle roundness was there and noticeable. The soft 10 or 15 extra pounds young women kept for child rearing had slowly crept to 30.
Still, she had done well in her war on age and had won on many fronts. Her exercise regiment helped keep her womanly figure. Her legs still looked as good as when she was young. Her breasts while sagging a bit more, had otherwise kept their perfect form and shape. She took pride in the fact that her large puffy nipples still pointed upwards and her lines where still that of the classic coke bottle shape. She stayed out of the sun as much as possible and was proud of the creamy clear complexion this afforded her. Thanks to diligent moisturizer use her skin was spot free and baby soft, even if her flesh was a bit plumper then when she was in her 20's. In fact, the only major sign of age was a few pale stretch marks on her sides; battle scars from having born four children.
Today Joanna was taking her youngest, Jenny, to the car wash. As usual, it had been much too long since her minivan had been cleaned and five-year-old Jenny had demanded that she be included in the outing. Unfortunately, Gregory's Brushless Carwash was not the drive-through variety, so they had to get out and watch the car go through the machine, much to Jenny's disappointment. It was a lazy Sunday, with temperatures close to 90 degrees and Joanna had opted to wear simple khaki shorts and an old faded t-shirt. She wore her dark cherry wood hair in a loose bun atop her head in an attempt to keep heat from building up around her shoulders and neck. After paying, she took Jenny to the glass enclosed waiting room to watch the cars go by through the various stages of the machine. Eventually Jenny got bored and the heat inside the enclosure was even more stifling, so Joanna took her daughter outside to sit on a bench to play with her toy. The bench was just outside, at the end of the machine's track where the cars drove off to staging areas to be hand-dried. The moist spray from the nearby carwash and a steady breeze felt good as they sat and waited for their car to come through.
As various other patrons milled about, unaware of anything else but their own cars, a young man suddenly plopped down on the bench next to Joanna. He was young looking for his age, but she correctly pegged him to be somewhere around 27 or 28. He was quit a bit overweight, but not unattractively so. The man was very tall and it helped to distribute his extra pounds well, giving him a big masculine presence. She also noticed that, despite his weight, he seemed very limber which suggested that he exercised regularly. In his hands he carried a mechanical pencil and a small book with the word "SUDOKU" printed in large friendly letters. The young man flipped open the cover to start on one of the puzzles after first taking a quick glance around towards the wash line to see how his car was doing. He used this action to also take a better look at the woman seated at the far end of the bench. He returned her smile and quickly averted his eyes back down to his puzzle. Joanna noted the surprised look on his face. He was started that she caught him looking at her. She thought the reaction sweet. He lifted his pencil to begin the puzzle but was intercepted:
"Hi"
He looked back to the woman next to him and put on a big smile. She looked pretty, and nicely built, but was much too old for him he thought. "Hello," he said to cover his thoughts.
The girl who he assumed was her daughter was busy playing with a toy and did not seem to notice him, but the mother's bird-bright eyes studied him intently. He resisted the temptation to look down at her over-large chest, knowing she would see him do so.
"That's smart," she leaned over slightly and yelled over the droning of the car wash, motioning towards his puzzle book.
"Oh… yeah," he smiled back after a short pause.
"Is it a crossword?"
"Sudoku? Oh no, it's with numbers."
She was familiar with Sudoku puzzles, but decided to flatter him.
"Oh, you must be good at math."
The young man gave a shy shrug and smiled, seemingly embarrassed by the flattery.
"I guess, but it's about logic really…." He hesitated as if afraid he would bore her if he went on, then made up his mind and scooted closer to show her a page in his book.
"You see, you have to fill in nine numbers here," he pointed with his pencil, "but you can't have the same number on the same row or column anywhere else…." He let his sentence fade as if he was afraid he had said too much.
"Oh, I see. You must be very intelligent." She beamed him another smile.
He shrugged again and smiled again, unsure how to respond. Then said: "I keep it in my car, just in case—"
"That's very smart. I wish I had thought of that."
"—it's low tech. No batteries to die on you." He finished awkwardly.
"That's right," she laughed, "that's very smart."
There was a long pause as the machines droned onwards. It was his turn to say something, but the young man seemed unsure how to keep the conversation going. He was about to begin his puzzle again when Joanna took over for him.
"I feel better when my car is clean, don't you?"
He looked back towards her, grateful that she had finally broken the uncomfortable pause.
"Yeah," He said with a slight laugh, betraying his sudden sense of relief.
"All these people are probably going away for the 4
