No sexual connotation in minors is mentioned.
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I never forgot my father's advice when I turned 18, "Son, a common misconception is that most men are sex maniacs while the majority of women would live happily without experiencing the pleasures of sexual intercourse. In my lifetime, I've bedded more than 100 ladies of all shapes, colors, and ages. The trick is to find the trigger that would light up their flames. Once you discover it, you are on the way to the infinite delight of the flesh."
It was one week after finishing my senior year in high school and I was preparing to start college before attending medical school. From a young age, I knew I wished to become a cardiologist, and invested much of my time and energy toward this goal. Unlike many of my friends, I never had a girlfriend, and the opposite gender was far from my thoughts.
I grew up in New York with my mother. She and Dad divorced when I was only 2 years old. He moved to California and never remarried. My father was a successful businessman and was rich beyond belief. He sent us a monthly allowance that was more than adequate for our needs. He also called and e-mailed us biweekly.
Mom worked as a full-time registered nurse in the internal medicine department of the local hospital. Her job required alternating shifts, and most weeks, half her schedule, she worked mornings and the other the evening shift.
Despite her busy work schedule, she managed to do well at home. The house was always clean, my clothes ready in my closet, and until recently, when I finally got my car, she drove me to after-school activities. I loved her calm and smiley demeanor and considered her the best Mom in the world.
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When I became a freshman in college, my intention was to concentrate on my studies just like before. However, soon enough, I realized it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Much of the time parties were everywhere. While alcohol was not officially allowed under 21, it was always available. I got sucked into this lifestyle by 2 of my new friends and started going out with girls.
The first girl I dated, Lora, was 2 years older than me, a pretty brunette with an athletic figure. When she found out I never dated anyone before, she said, "It's very surprising. You are tall, extremely handsome, smart, and funny. How come I am your first?"
"I wish to be a heart doctor and wanted to ensure my scores would be enough to get to a good medical school."
She giggled, "Moses, college years are for fun. Enjoy your time while you are young. You'll have time to focus on medicine later." Lora had intimate relationships with 2 guys before me, and she was the one I lost my virginity to. She was insatiable. Under her guidance, I became good at eating pussy and the commonly used sexual positions. Pretty soon, I realized she craved our sexual escapades even more than me. When Lora was horny, she would do anything to be fucked. I made her expose her body to strangers on the balcony, photographed her masturbating, and even blindfolded her, making her suck off my friend. Two months later, I dumped her for Emily, a giggly blonde girl with huge tits. Emily was a lousy cocksucker, but her humongous breasts were tasty and useful for titfucking. I lost interest in her early because she was addicted to social media, and her phone never rested. In fact, I had similar issues with my next 3 girlfriends - While they were pretty with nice figures, their lives revolved around nonstop chatting and constant phone calls.
A year later, I met Sarah. She was a middle-aged, short lady. In a Costco store, she asked for my help pulling the Kashi cereal from the top shelf. I did as she asked and noticed her cart was overloaded. I carried her stuff to her wagon. She thanked me and invited me for a coffee. Sarah told me she divorced her husband 5 years earlier and was looking online for a mate.
I joked, "Why not me?" She gazed at me and answered, "You are young, good-looking, and a gentleman. Why would YOU want me?"
I ogled her. She was about 40, 5'3", 135 pounds, with a generous rack, narrow waist, and nicely widening hips. Her face was cute, surrounded by shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair. I liked the way she looked and blurted, "Lady, if your question refers to your chronological age, it's irrelevant. I'd rather date a mature woman who knows what she wants than a silly spring chicken whose interest is gossiping on the phone."
Sarah and I went to a movie together and later had sex. Initially, she was very shy, scared I'd find her body repulsive. However, I liked her large, somewhat sagging tits and the few wrinkles. It made her real. More importantly, she loved everything I did with her. Sarah was an expert cocksucker, and her blow jobs always ended up with her swallowing my seed, smiling afterward, and thanking me for the tasty juice. She offered me anal sex. I was patient and careful using her backdoor. The experience was very pleasant. I liked Sarah a lot: She was a wonderful lady, a great cook, a cheerful companion, and great in the sack. Our relationship ended abruptly when she got a phone call from her mother, who was admitted to the hospital with a large stroke. The mother, who resided in Oregon, needed her by her side...
I mourned the loss of Sarah and became depressed.
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Mom noticed immediately that my mood was down. She joined me in front of the TV when I was watching a basketball game and asked, "Honey, I hate to bother you during a game, but I noticed you are not feeling well lately. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I don't think so."
"You stopped going out after school, and you don't laugh. What is it?"
"If you really want to know, my girlfriend had to leave for good."
"You never brought her here, so I do not know anything about her, but judging from your reaction, you were very fond of her."
"Yes. She was perfect for me. Sarah wasn't young, but she was the ideal friend and lover."
"What do you mean 'not very young?"
"She was 42 years old."
"I am stunned... She was 2 years older than me. You are a real stud, like your father when he was your age, and as such, you can date most pretty young girls. What attracted you to our age group?"
"Every attractive girl my age cared much more about her appearance, the latest fashion, Taylor Swift, and chatting on the phone than enjoying REAL life."
Mom chuckled, "Do you mean having sex?"
I grinned, "That was never my issue. Each girl I ever dated loved our sex. However, at other times, they did not show interest in any worldly thing, whether politics, travel, sports, or hobbies."
"Was the sex with a woman in her 40s as satisfying as with a 20 year old?"
"It was even better..."
Mom had a strange smile, "I wonder..."
"Wonder what?"
"Never mind. How would you like to go to a movie together? We can see a comedy that will cheer you up or even an action movie you like. I hate to see you miserable."
"Mom, you don't have to do it. I'll be OK."
"Not good enough. Unless you have an exam tomorrow, we go out. It's not just a favor for you. I haven't gone to the theater in ages. Check online and let me know which movie and what time to be ready."
I smiled. It was so not like Mom to take charge. She was usually very quiet, wearing shapeless clothes at home, and unless one of us needed something, she was hardly noticed.
I chose the latest Tom Cruise movie. We had an hour to prepare. After dinner, Mom went to her bedroom and blurted, "Honey, I'll be ready in 20." She closed the door behind her. I shaved and wore a clean, long-sleeved shirt with khakis and sat to wait for her.
She opened her door, leaned on the frame, and asked seductively, "Moses darling, is this OK?"
My mouth almost fell to the floor. My timid, never-well-dressed mother had disappeared, and before me stood femme fatal! Her black, long hair was loose, her dark, large eyes shiny, and red lipstick covered her full lips. Her face was pretty!... Mom put on a short beige dress. It displayed ample cleavage and emphasized her shapely legs. Geez, Mom looked... sexy!
